The area indicated is currently in a light twilight, on the northwestern edge of the Pacific. The geography is... A bit odd, though. Perhaps odder than the crater in the moon. 

Well. Perhaps not the geography. Japan, for instance, is more or less where one would expect it to be, plus or minus some coastline. But there's ice at the equator - on the dark half of the planet only, clinging to what would probably reveal itself to be Mesoamerica minus the glaciers (and the western parts of North and South America) and extending in dramatic waves out over the Pacific, constantly churning with ice flows as water-heavy clouds rush in every direction from a massive storm in the Indian Ocean. The Arabian Peninsula and the Eastern coast of Africa are scorched wastelands; most of Europe and some jagged swaths of Asia are rainforest or wetland. 

Their 'quiet point' is in Japan, at first, which seems to be one of the few places with an almost normal climate. Kind of. If you don't think about it too hard. ...At least, it's not under a glacier. The point is outside of a region of city ruins, in an awkward and under-inhabited wedge between an area being consumed by desertification and a rather stubborn and dense forest - one nearby potential resources, too.

That looks a lot like the Earth is tidally-locked to the Sun. Braid does a quick measurement of the distance to the Sun, which reconfirms that the Earth is not vastly closer to the Sun than expected. Chalk that up to the local anomalies.

The location is sufficient, even if not necessarily perfect. Given the high level of divergence, historical records of invisible resources can't be trusted, especially if an exmatter-equipped civilization has occupied this planet for thousands of years already. Braid's psychokinetic sheath around the ship will quench the fire and muffle the roar of re-entry, and Steam's veil will shield the vessel from any stray eyes or ears that might witness their descent. That should be enough to keep them hidden, but Braid is nonetheless considering contingencies for if they are discovered. Better to be safe than sorry, especially with this world's level of anomaly.

Once the vessel has fully settled into its landing spot, next Braid will deploy the vessel's environmental assessment suite. Direct psychokinetic observation has already told her that the atmosphere is, broadly, breathable, but more detailed analysis of the air's chemistry and microbiology is could still reveal subtle toxins or pathogens that the team's personal sheaths might need to be adjusted for.

The air is... Actually really good. There's no detectable pollution, not even from natural sources like wood smoke - though the environment does show signs of seasonal burning, so they might just be remote in time from the last fire. There's tree pollen in the air, but at relatively low levels given they're currently in a grassland. The pollen isn't toxic, unless anyone happens to be allergic.

Perfect, no adjustments should be necessary then. "Steam, Doll, ready for recon?"

"Yessir." / "Ready."

Braid nods and activates the vessel's static veil. "Go ahead and find out what you can. House and I will begin building up the infrastructure."

And with that, the team splits up as commanded. Steam and Doll heading out to explore the vicinity with psychokinetic and telepathic scans whilst under the heaviest veil the two of them can manage, while Braid and House enter concert to start plumbing the area covered by the vessel's veil for the elements and chemistry they'll need to start the tech chain for a rift generator.

They find...

Robots? Ones that come up to approximately waist to chest height, and look oddly... Like a toy, honestly. They have stubby cylindrical bodies and spherical heads, with simple legs that don't have any kind of knee joint. Only a handful of them are visibly armed. It's unclear what they're doing; they seem to be randomly milling around. 

Curious. These machines also have a sheen of exmatter to them, even if it's a distinct species from the 'raw' brightness generated by rifts and metabolized by psychics. The two of them report it back to the growing home base, where the information is processed and a plan to capture a machine for deeper analysis is formulated.

In the meantime, Steam and Doll continue to scout out the area, determining where the machines are most densely concentrated.

There's not much in the savannah - but there's possibly large networks in both the desert and forest, though they're actively hiding themselves. 

And, also... 

There's two humanoid machines approaching their location, rather quickly. 

Doll will quickly lift the both of them up to the nearest available high-ground, Steam redoubling his focus on their veil. It may be a coincidence that they're headed straight for them, and if it is they'll let them by without a whisper, but if they are coming for Steam and Doll, they'll be ready. This is why Steam is specialized in 'contact management' as well as 'stealth'.

There's small boxy, flying machines tagging along behind them both - and some combination of the humanoid machines and the boxy machines seem to have exceptionally good senses. (Also the sheen of something resembling exmatter on them is less a sheen than a blindingly bright glow, at least on the two humanoids. The boxy machines' signals are a bit drowned out. The swords they have on their back are especially intense.)

And they veer to follow Doll and Steam's movements, picking up speed - they're fast, ridiculously so. Machines with a humanoid body plan shouldn't be that fast. 

Contact has been made. Given the level of exmatter involved, redacting these memories is probably not on the table. They might be actively attracted by the exmatter emanations from the psychokinetic lift, or even the veil? No reason to drop it yet, though. Just need to wait and see what these androids' intentions are.

Their intentions seem to involve stopping a short distance away and calling out, "Who are you?"

"13B..." the other one - a few steps behind the one that addressed them, her body smaller, with only a single thin black sword on her back - says warningly.

"We're explorers," Doll offers in minimal explanation. "Who are you?"

Steam drops the veil, since it's obviously not doing anything, and instead refocuses on seeing if there are any openings in the androids' mental defenses that he could exploit without tipping them off, borrowing some of Doll's familiarity with mechanical minds.

The smaller one turns to glare at him (her eyes are covered by a black blindfold, but it's impressive how much emotion she can convey anyways), and there's a sharp painful jab back. 

She ignores the interplay between 5S and Steam. "We're with YoRHa."

Steam doesn't physically react as he briefly reels from the psychic retaliation, before transmitting that their mental defenses are tight enough that he's not getting anything without entering a meaningful psionic engagement with the smaller one.

"I'm not familiar. What are you all up to? And, would you be willing to show a couple of...rather lost explorers around?"

"Who are you with?"

"None other than ourselves," Doll lies, with a forthright confidence only allowed by having evacuated all knowledge of their association with the empire from her mind, leaving only an innocent false self.

Steam has done no such thing, but he's keeping his mouth shut and watching his own mental defenses like a hawk.

"Are you defectors, then?"

Doll gets a thoughtful look as Steam places a guiding hand on her shoulder. "I don't think we've defected from anything in particular, recently at least, aside from Team Knowing-Where-The-Hell-We-Are. 'Defector' sounds like it has a specific meaning when you say it, though, and I can't say I recognize what it is."

She crosses her arms. 

And the smaller one interrupts. "Who created you, when, and where?"

Doll looks to Steam, who meets her gaze as he transmits a plausible story into her head. "A creche, on the Moon. We woke up a few hours ago, and had to abandon the facility since its generator was offline and the backup power was nearly drained. The surviving records didn't tell us much, like what happened to the Moon or the Earth, just enough to let us escape. We-" Steam gestures obscurely. "Oh, I suppose there are the other two as well. Our escape pod landed a ways over there," Doll points in the direction of the landing site, "and our two other crechemates are still there trying to build up a base."

Naturally, Steam has been beaming this story back to Braid and House, internally flinching at the irritation radiating from the two of them. They must be quite distraught for it to be this noticeable at range, but Braid doesn't formally reprimand either of them, so they're moving forward with this plan.

"...Huh."

To 13B, on a private and heavily encrypted comm: 'They're either organic or doing a good job of pretending.'