FTL travel was different then normal high-speed travel. High speed caused higher than normal gravity. Zim was used to that because of his time on his home planet, he could handle that. However, FTL actually seemed to take matter, squish it as small as it could go, and then punch it through the firsts and textures of space in order to maneuver outside of physical constraints... Or something like that, Zim didn't really know. What he did know, was that after all the different experiences he had with FTL travel, it always left him a little nauseous afterwards. The orbital drop never seemed to make it any better. Though Black star was state of the art, and it was the smoothest reentry he had ever personally experienced, even once he was through the initial burn of the atmosphere he could use his thrusters to not only slow but control his descent, plus if he opened his armor wings he could control it even better, allowing him to glide a little and offset his trajectory. With all of this in mind, Zim aimed his week for a little outside of the drop zone in order to give some of the others more space for their drop and to allow him a head start on scouting the terrain.
"You are doing just fine, Ma'am," Zim said via a text communication to Katya. Then after a moment to give her a chance to read it he continued via voice, "Permission to scout the terrain view the PDF defensive line?"
Assuming that permission was granted, Zim would take a moment to do another system check to insure that the landing hadn't done anything critical to the machine, make his last minute adjustments and then went out to map as much of the terrain as he could on the battlefield. There were topographical maps on file, and Zims time as a teraformer gave him plenty of practice reading g them, but nothing beat putting your eyes on it.