Everspeed (he'd picked that name for himself, when he'd found himself in the company of aliens who were much slower than him, even if he's not the fastest Transformed he personally knows) had gotten bored of the ship that had previously carried him and his small circle of acquaintances. He was yet able to match it's speed, still limited by the speed of light as he was, but he was fast enough now to be able to tolerate the vast darkness between points of interest.
Points of interest such as this particular planet. It wasn't technically guaranteed, but Everspeed would bet a thousand years of boredom that it had been engineered, or at least, was. The patchwork terrain was fascinating, and he figures it deserves a closer look. He descends, carefully modulating his flight aura to manage the size of the fireball as he plows through the atmosphere, before coming to sharp stop over one of the easiest to spot bits of interest: a village of some sort, visibly populated with some sort of local people.
"Hello there!" He says, not entirely expecting a response.