Testing out your new powerup caused you to double over as your limbs quickly rearranged themselves. Your arms became clawed talons as they slid down to your hips, while your legs moved up to replace them, stretching and splaying out as they sprouted feathers. The end result was a bit impractical as you were still deep in the ocean, but presumably, you could activate this back on the shore and fly around as a harpy, clutching your gun in your talons with all the dexterity of your fingers, since... well those were your fingers. That would be really convenient if you needed to fly around somewhere, but you did get here via spaceship and hadn't seen any other potential landing sites that seemed worth having a look at. So... what was even the point to this?
You deactivated that one, double checked that Gonzales didn't have anything else stashed away with swiping, and swam your way back to the surface. It really did seem like you'd been everywhere you could that wouldn't potentially boil you alive, but... well... this last suit "upgrade" helped with cold tolerance, kinda. There was a chance it worked both ways, right? Yeah, it helped. A bit. You really didn't want to spend time in that stuff longer than you had to and it left your skin bright red from the heat, but you could take quick dips, and swim through it at a good clip.
As it turned out, a quick dip through a passage full of whatever this burning stuff was this whole place went on and on and on. It looked like some sort of ancient temple, probably built by the same horrible bird jerks responsible for your suit. Or at least it sure seemed to be full of big intricately carved statues of them. There was an outside chance it was built by someone who just really thought they were great. You doubted that though, since you kept finding their vending machines, and also because you just couldn't conceive of anyone who could meet those jerks and not come to loathe them as much as you did.
A whole lot of passages down here were blocked off with immense hunks of stone. If you were less observant, you'd probably have passed these by, assuming this place had fallen to ruin way before these gangers set up shop, but there were clear scuff marks on the ground from some of these large slabs being pushed and pulled around, and you could name quite a few space gangsters strong enough to do that. Unfortunately, you yourself couldn't do that, so to make it all the way down here, you'd had to bring out that... "earth-mover" power a few times.
Giving yourself mind-blowing female orgasms by growing a bunch of tentacles still felt like something that was bad for your long-term mental health. On the other hand, having a few pleasant experiences with weird tentacle sex would maybe stave off trauma from that business with Gonzales. You didn't want to be totally put off sex with tentacle covered aliens after all. This one time you'd met this babe at a bar who had a pair of big thick muscular ones in place of hair, and... yeah.
Once you remembered what you were here for and moved on, you stumbled across some a pair of particularly shiny golden statues of the bird jerks, quite a bit taller than yourself, and someone... really went to the trouble of defining each and every muscle on them. Oh and then they came to life.