((Well, ain't that a bolt from the blue. Or should I say the green?))
"Wait, what?"
Anton stops mid-stride, not sure if he'd misheard the message. "You sent a what at us? Well, isn't that just perfect. ALVIN! There's a... ah, чтоб тебя." He cursed under his breath, remembering the AI won't listen to his orders, and patches through to the team leader instead. "XO Simus! Order ALVIN to estimate the actual threat level of the.. whatever it is Green Team sent at us. It's been around here longer than we were, and should have a better idea of what the base can stand up to. As it is, we don't have enough giant metal hands here to secure and move everything, especially the food and water supplies, if they are in danger of destruction or contamination. We need to know in how much danger the base actually is.
And preemptively, permission to attempt an intercept. I would prefer if the whatever it is didn't strike anywhere near here in the first place. Actually... hold that thought."
Get to CCR, locate controls for any scanners the base has available, and get a bead on the incoming threat. Use the combined power of base computers and own brain to determine the exact trajectory of the object. If it is indeed heading straight for the base, and impact is imminent, climb down to Life Support. If it isn't heading here, determine where it is heading and inform the others. If there's still some time till impact, begin enacting intercept plan by running to the Garage and uploading the optical tracker program to a mapping drone.
((Unless the design of the base is offensive to native alien culture or ALVIN insulted their relatives in one of its previous lives, there should be little to no reason for the base to become the target of anything. The base hex, on the other hand, has something else that's quite... attractive.))