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TRAVELLER SHIPS
PuzzleType: FOURTH_CRA_
This vessel resembles the first ship I ever flew, the one from which I awakened. It seems to have belonged to a fellow Traveller.
The ship's log reveals that they never made it to the stars. Their vessel was caught in an electrical storm shortly after awakening. They spent their whole life trying to fix it, but were too afraid to take off.
They died alone. Within the vessel, I find the scattered remnants of their supplies.
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. The Traveller appears to have found much of worth on their world.
---MONEY---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters harvested from abandoned buildings. Nothing else is salvageable.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The ship appears disabled, crashed... but the logs reveal I am not alone here.
A Traveller sits on the floor of the vessel, appearing to glitch in and out of existence with each passing moment. They are bleeding, unable to speak...
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the anomaly. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing. The Traveller cries out as I approach, attempting to alert me to some nameless threat...
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
{Comfort Traveller}
I attempt to comfort the Traveller, but they cannot hear me.
I search the rest of the ship and find valuable cargo within. By the time I return, the Traveller is gone.
---TECHSHIP---
The black box projects footage of the craft's final moments. Multiple Gek fighters surrounded the vessel, demanding that the pilot admit their guilt and surrender to final sanction.
It appears that the pilot was a Traveller, accused of a conspiracy to assassinate a Gek Trade Lord. It is unclear whether they survived the attack.
The ship's control panel appears to still be operational.
{Analyse black box signal}
I attempt to analyse the black box signal using my scanner. My exosuit begins to issue error messages, claiming that existential collapse is imminent.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---PROD_COMMOD---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. I find records that confirm the Gek accusations, but no clue to the pilot's motivation.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The black box reveals the ship is stained with the blood of at least two species. Vy'keen warriors pursued the pilot across three systems before blasting them out of the sky.
There were two individuals on board: a Traveller and a Vy'keen Mech-Priest. Injured, the pair fled from their enemies, transmitting data before they left. It appears that this priest was some kind of fugitive...
{Analyse black box signal}
I attempt to analyse the black box signal using my scanner. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to cease my scanning. The equipment appears to be linked to another universe.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---TECH_WEAPON---
{Report fugitive}
I report the death of the fugitive, bringing an end to the authorities' investigation. I am rewarded for my help by the Vy'keen, though they are clearly suspicious of the involvement of another Traveller.
---STD_INC_WAR---
The vessel seems to have belonged to a fellow Traveller. The computer reveals they visited many systems and named many worlds, discovering more new species than many will ever see.
But they saw something they should not have seen...
There is a holographic box deep within the ship. Korvax approached the crashed ship, dozens of them, surrounding the Traveller as they died. The Korvax claim that the Traveller should not have tried to run...
{Analyse black box signal}
I attempt to analyse the black box signal using my scanner. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---TECH_SHIP---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The ship appears to be pristine, all systems functioning. There is no sign that this vessel was ever inhabited, let alone that someone died here.
I see it on the terminal, the only video footage left on the system. Sentinels surrounded the Traveller, murdering them for mining large quantities of Heridium. But the footage does not explain the newness of the ship.
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. It appears to have been left for me, a message welcoming me by name.
---PROD_TECH---
{Access ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The systems contain multiple video files showing me on my journeys, appearing to have been recorded at reasonably close distance.
It is unclear who recorded this footage. It is unclear whether I was meant to see it.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The vessel crashed long ago, containing only a few data logs uncorrupted by time and decay.
They reveal that this ship once belonged to a Traveller, a devotee of some ancient religion.
At the time of the ship's crash, they whispered of eldritch light... of the crimson that deceived...
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable but arcane prayers and ciphered logs...
---TECHFRAG_S---
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the ship. My exosuit begins to spit out warnings, claiming that I am at risk of imminent non-existence.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---DAMAGESMALL---
The vessel bears the signs of catastrophe, not merely from the moment of its crash but from the causes that preceded it.
The vessel contains a series of instruments designed to analyse water samples. Several of these samples appear to have burst open as the ship came under attack. For a few moments, the ship fell into non-existence, its pilot dying a hundred deaths...
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the anomaly. My exosuit begins to warn me of a hazard, particles from the water samples still present in the air.
I begin to see things, mirror images from a world that never was. I convulse, finding something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---MONEY---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find some supplies, apparently untainted by the earlier disaster.
---SUBST_COMMOD---
Although there is no trace of the pilot on board the vessel, all systems appear to be operational nonetheless.
The ship was charting a course to a region known as the Keleibniug Mass, bearing the yellow insignia of some far-off alliance.
The pilot appears to have been carrying a message for a King from another universe... the black box shows that the vessel was fired upon by an unknown force.
{Analyse black box signal}
I analyse the black box using my scanner. The pilot appears to have been communicating across vast distance, with beings unable to reach them.
But something happened here. Something found a way through. I discover an anomaly, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---TECH_SUIT---
{Access the ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable but the logs of various worlds claimed by each faction.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The bodies of two pilots lie slumped across either side of the ship's interior.
One seems to glitch in and out of reality, whilst the other stares, motionless. It is unclear if they are alive.
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the anomaly. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---DAMAGESMALL---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable.
As I leave, the pilots appear to turn towards me, and then vanish.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The vessel seems to have belonged to a fellow Traveller.
They warped through three black holes and sixteen star systems to reach this world, to try to find the site of their beloved's suffering.
But they were betrayed. When they got here, they discovered there was no beloved after all. There were only pirates.
{Analyse black box signal}
I analyse the black box using my scanner. I discover the communicator code for this 'beloved', coming into contact with the same pirates.
They agree to pay me for my silence and cease their activities.
---MONEY---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo, the collected goods of an entire life.
---TECH_WEAPON---
---TECH_SHIP---
An exosuit lies slumped against the control panel, the pilot who wore it long since departed.
The suit's data logs report an ordinary and somewhat familiar life of intergalactic trade, moving from system to system, building funds for upgrades to assist in making even more money. As if the goal of life were to increase a single number...
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable.
As I leave, the exosuit appears to shift slightly. I scan it, but nothing else happens.
---TECHFRAG_S---
{Search for supplies}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within.
As I leave, the exosuit appears to shift slightly. I scan it, but nothing else happens.
---MONEY---
The crash site smells of decay, a strange buzzing emerging from the distress beacon.
I see crimson light. I see red curtains fluttering in the darkness of the ship.
I see myself, staring at myself. Both of our exosuits alert us to an imminent existential paradox. Only one version can leave this vessel.
{Attempt to embrace anomaly}
I attempt to embrace the anomaly. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing or face obliteration.
My counterpart gives me something, an object caught between two worlds. I give them something in return, something I did not know I possessed.
Two Travellers trade and walk away unscathed.
---P_ALBUMENPEARL---
{Attempt to flee}
I attempt to flee, but can find no way out. My counterpart walks toward me endlessly, until I am cornered.
I close my eyes and die. I awaken. It was all a dream, I know.
It was not real. I am still myself, aren't I? I am enriched, full of Nanite Clusters and new purpose.
---TECHFRAG_M---
The ship's black box reveals that the pilot of this vessel was a Traveller. They appear to have crashed the ship deliberately, inebriated by a variety of alien substances. They were haunted by what they had done. They believed with all their heart that they should die.
{Analyse black box signal}
I analyse the black box signal using my scanner. They appear to have sold the communicator logs and locations of other Travellers for monetary gain, the resulting individuals captured by slavers and pirates.
But there is something else here, something anomalous... I grasp at something in the air, releasing an object from a rift...
---C_NIGHTCRYSTALS---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. Whoever they were, they appear to have been handsomely rewarded for their work.
---MONEY---
The log reveals the ship's interior to be ice cold. Its last known landing occurred at a space station with no living inhabitants.
The pilot disembarked to find a crimson interface, an orb that told them the secret of existence. It told them that they would die within a day. The pilot left, declaring this Atlas to be a liar...
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable.
---TECHFRAG_S---
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the anomaly. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---TECH_SUIT---
The ship's computers reveal that the pilot was in regular contact with Travellers via holographic interfaces.
The Traveller's curiosity got the better of them. They wished to know who had created the portals. They wished to understand the secret of the final cycle before time itself ran out.
The Traveller found an answer, of course. A listener in the darkness...
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. It appears to have been left for me, a message welcoming me by name.
---MONEY---
{Scan ship}
I scan the ship, discovering a number of anomalous properties.
There is something here, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---TECHFRAG_S---
The black box reveals that this vessel once belonged to a Traveller. They appear to have ingested infectious matter whilst exploring a derelict world.
They were unable to cure themselves. As their condition grew worse and worse, they hurtled towards the centre of the galaxy. They did not make it.
There is no body. No sign of what happened, but for the footage on the black box.
{Analyse black box signal}
I analyse the black box, discovering that the pilot was in perfect health. Whatever was wrong with them must have been a condition of the soul, not of the body.
But still, the logs are troubling. There are things on this ship that should not be here... objects foreign to this universe. I place one of them within my hands...
---C_VYKEENEFFIGY---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. It is unclear where the pilot had been travelling before the onset of their illness.
---TECH_SHIP---
The vessel crashed long ago, but the pilot did not die at once.
They lived on, attempting to survive alone on this world for many years. But loneliness takes its toll. The silence was all consuming.
It seemed the pilot repeatedly placed themselves in danger just to hear the Exosuit's warning voice. This desperation seems to have lead to their demise.
{Search for supplies}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. They appear to have stockpiled much during their time on this world.
---TECHFRAG_M---
{Scan the ship}
I scan the ship, but the results seem impossible. They claim that I am not alone. They claim that I am surrounded by other lifeforms, standing all around me.
I feel faint. As I stumble away, I feel an object slipping into my hands... a gift from another world, or a curse...
---WEAPON---
The logs reveal that the pilot was celebrating a festival known as 'Unification Day'. Groups of similar minds, unable to meet but attempting to find one another, to claim worlds across time and space. Once a year their various alliances, federations, hubs, and empires united to remember all that they were, are, and could become in time...
The vessel appears to have been destroyed by pirates.
{Scan anomaly}
I scan the anomaly. My exosuit begins to spit out error messages, warning me to stop what I am doing. This ship does not belong in this universe.
I find something, an object caught between worlds. I pull at it...
---P_GRAVBALL---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable but a collection of alternative histories, dissident heresies about the origins of this universe.
---TECHFRAG_S---
The log reveals the pilot lived in this vessel for a long time, longer than most lifeforms ever live. It reveals a paranoia, a growing fear of the universe they had explored for so many years.
They had begun to hear a voice. They had come to believe that their exosuit was not what it seemed.
{Scan the ship}
I begin to scan the ship, but my exosuit appears to prevent me. My power begins to fail. I become aware of an object in front of me.
It is strange how I did not notice it before. And now... now I do not even know why I am here. I should continue my journey, I am sure of it.
---SUBST_COMMOD---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. I leave, feeling as if I am being observed.
---MONEY---
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GEK SHIPS
PuzzleType: TRA_CRA_
#1
I clamber into the cargo ship and find its black box. As soon as I touch it a holographic image of a panicked reptilian trader appears.
Perhaps it's a message for their superior, perhaps a loved one. It's impossible to tell, as the playback is hauntingly silent. In its final moments the Trader seems to point at some freshly installed ship tech, before dropping to its knees in despair.
{Inspect recently installed ship tech}
I discover the poorly installed tech that caused the crash.
I scan its blueprint, and can now construct it myself...
---TECH_SHIP---
{Search for cargo}
The ship's hold is a treasure trove of broken ship tech... with one item intact.
I scan a blueprint, and can now construct it myself.
---TECH_SHIP---
#2
The interior of the downed craft is a patchwork of technologies, possibly scavenged from multiple ships. The portly corpse of a dead beaked lifeform sprawls on the control panel. Clearly the deceased had a penchant for the finer things in life.
The cargo hold is secured by some kind of home made security system. Like the rest of the ship, it's a mishmash of technologies. Deactivating it could be tricky.
{Attempt to open cargo hold}
Bypassing three layers of security I open the cargo hold only to be knocked down by a shockwave of energy.
Scanning the enclosure I see the pain is worth it.
---TECH_SHIP---
---DAMAGESMALL---
{Search the pilot}
A decomposed grub-like crustacean and an exosuit tech proves my reward after the exertions of heaving the bloated corpse off the controls.
---TECH_SUIT---
#3
It's hard to tell just how long ago this craft crashed here. The pilot's reptilian body is fully decomposed and the technology looks dated.
The pilot's skeletal hand is clutching something. I go to investigate but a noise from the cargo hold distracts me.
{Investigate object in pilot's hand}
I find a holo-locket that projects the image of a lifeform that was perhaps the pilot's mate.
This, however, wasn't the only information that was stored...
---TECH_ALL---
{Investigate noise}
I am startled by a local beast somehow feasting on a device being transported in the hold.
It smashes into me as it bolts. I gather the cargo the creature has failed to devour...
---TECH_SHIP---
---DAMAGESMALL---
#4
Under a large ceiling pipe lies the decayed pilot's body, and beneath it I notice the sharp glint of metal.
The control panel still hums with life, but upon closer inspection the thrusters prove inoperable. The lifeform could have been trapped alone on this planet for years.
{Check body}
As I pull the body away a secret cargo compartment slides open to reveal a new multi-tool tech.
---DAMAGESMALL---
---TECH_WEAPON---
{Search data banks for tech}
Everything has been deleted, aside from a promising tech blueprint...
---TECH_ALL---
#5
Clearly downed by an attack from a superior vessel, the ship's interior is a charred mess of burnt metal and debris. It feels like it could fall apart at any moment.
The craft shudders as I head into the cockpit where its black box projects footage of the ship's purpose and final moments: a diplomatic vessel attacked by a vigilante warrior race. Wars have been started by less. This craft is likely sorely missed by its people...
{Boost homing beacon signal}
The homing beacon signal intensifies. I receive a reward instantly.
Hopefully the pilot's people will find it and give the trader a fitting burial.
---MONEY---
---STD_INC_TRA---
{Search ship}
I scavenge the ship, but it grows unstable.
As it shakes I make my escape, but not empty-handed.
---TECH_ALL---
---DAMAGESMALL---
#6
Two bodies lie slumped on the control panel. Their expensive red robes would suggest they carry riches, but the altar in the cargo hold indicates they were devotees to a religion of some sort.
Whatever religion it was, it doesn't look pleasant. The altar is bloodied, sits in a dank cloud of incense and seems to hark back to a brutal and ancient time.
{Search bodies}
The holy traders carry valuable technology.
I gain an exosuit technology blueprint.
---TECH_SUIT---
{Examine altar}
The altar poisons me, yet contains an ancient knowledge.
---DAMAGESMALL---
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
#7
A small skeleton lies dead by an advanced-looking exosuit, as if it was struggling to put it on during its death throes.
The ship read-out displays a crash date from the recent past. How could this lifeform have decomposed so quickly? I hear a terrifying buzzing noise approach from behind me, if I run now I could take some loot from the cargo hold with me...
{Investigate exosuit}
A swarm of flesh-eating insects attack.
I manage to extract an exosuit tech blueprint, but receive injuries.
---TECH_SUIT---
---HAZARDSMALL---
{Take cargo and run}
I take the cargo and run.
Flesh-eating insects follow, but die in the planet's atmosphere.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---C_GEKRELIC---
#8
As I climb through the hatch and climb towards the cockpit, I notice two warrior bodies in the cargo hold. They are small specimens of their kind, with wrists and ankles chained to one another.
Slavers...
{Search cockpit for tech}
I ignore the bodies and scan a ship tech blueprint.
---TECH_SHIP---
{Send out alert}
I broadcast a warning about local slavers.
I receive a token of thanks from a planetary overseer.
---STD_INC_TRA---
---STD_INC_WAR---
---RECIP_PROD_FUEL---
#9
I track down the black box. It springs to life, projecting the image of an aging reptile frantically recording a message as the ship's systems malfunction around it.
Judging from the reptile's tone, it sounds important that their message reach its intended. It clearly never did. The ship seems free of useful technology, but has a full cargo hold.
{Boost black box signal}
The message sends. Its recipient is aware of my help.
It send me a reward, with thanks.
---STD_INC_TRA---
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
{Search ship}
I retrieve trading goods from the ship.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---PROD_FUEL---
---C_GEKRELIC---
#10
Fire has ravaged the ship's interior. Wads of burned units lie scattered throughout the hold. The pilot lies here, close to death, pleadingly weakly for help.
There is little I can do to help them, save kind words.
{Comfort dying trader}
The grateful trader thrusts a tech blueprint into my hands.
It dies peacefully, comforted by my presence.
---TECH_ALL---
---STD_INC_TRA---
{Search the ship}
The trader curses me with its last breaths.
I take its cargo and leave.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---C_GEKRELIC---
---STD_DEC_TRA---
#11
As soon as I touch the beacon, a holographic image of a reptilian detective appears.
The detective was attempting to hunt down a TradeGek suspected of multiple counts of fraud and embezzlement.
According to the ship's private logs, the detective had initially looked the other way, bribed to stay silent. It is unclear what made the detective change their mind.
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable.
---TECHFRAG_S---
{Strengthen black box signal}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble, the authorities promising to follow up on this lead.
---TEACHWORD_TRA---
#12
The log shows the downed craft is composed of a patchwork of technologies harvested from multiple ships. Two beaked corpses lie on board the vessel. One against the control panel, the other sprawled against the back wall of the ship.
They appear to have been on their way to fertilise a spawning pool. From the ship's logs, it is clear that they could not stand one another. They did this out of duty, nothing more.
{Search remains}
I search the bodies, finding a few useful supplies. I leave them in peace, a state they were unable to achieve in life.
---TECH_ALL---
{Access the ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The remaining data is damaged beyond repair.
---TECHFRAG_S---
#13
The vessel crashed long ago, its pilot long since decomposed and forgotten.
The ship's log reveals that the SalesGek lived a life of unadulterated greed, pursuing profit and wealth with such passion that they lost everyone they ever cared about.
They claimed they always knew what drove them, that there was no point in pretending otherwise.
{Search remains}
I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. Their wealth in life means nothing now.
---MONEY---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The ship's logs show that the trader was engaged in selling illegal shipments to the Vy'keen. I leave, not wishing to be associated with their crime.
---TECHFRAG_S---
#14
The log shows the ship's interior to be a charred mess of metal and debris. The remnants of a Gek fugitive lie near the ship.
They tried to flee the burning wreckage but died of internal injuries a short time later. They had poisoned the spawning pools of eight rival families, murdering several hundred innocents.
They seem to have been following orders, helping their master...
{Report fugitive}
I report the death of the fugitive, bringing an end to the authorities' investigation. The victims' families reward me for my assistance. Perhaps now they might be at peace.
---MONEY---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. I try not to think about what the fugitive did to afford such rare goods.
---TECH_WEAPON---
#15
The ship's log reveals that the Gek pilot had left their life of trading and profit behind them. They believed they had earned enough, and wished to spend the remainder of their life roaming the galaxy and pursuing new skills.
Friends gradually joined the so-called ReneGek, and a whole movement began. The Trade Federation did what it had to do...
Fire spread through this ship in the moments after its crash, burning the pilot and their companions to cinder.
{Search remains}
I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. I leave them in peace. Even the Trade Federation cannot take that from them.
---TECH_SHIP---
{Boost distress signal}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble. The Trade Federation does not wish the Gek to become a martyr.
---C_GEKRELIC---
#16
I track down the ship's black box. It springs to life, projecting the image of a trader recording a message as the ship's systems malfunction around them.
They were delivering relief to impoverished Gek, in defiance of the orders of the Trade Federation. With their dying words, the Gek Trader condemned the malice of their people.
{Report vessel}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble and the Gek immediately request the deletion of the Trader's final transmission.
---TECHFRAG_M---
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. The star charts are too damaged to know where this relief was going to, and there is no point in letting it go to waste.
---TECH_SHIP---
#17
The log shows this vessel to have been luxurious. Although much of it have been destroyed, the craft seems to have been laden with a small fortune in valuables and expensive supplies.
The vessel was a funeral ship for the child of a Gek Trade Lord. They were sent off into the stars with an offering of wealth, as was the old way.
{Search for supplies}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within, possessions meant to honour the dead child.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable. The ship was not meant to survive for very long.
---TECHFRAG_S---
#18
The vessel crashed eons ago, its pilot long since decomposed and forgotten.
The black box shows the Gek crying as the ship's systems begin to fail. They were bankrupt. They had lost everything...
They believed that it was better this way.
{Search remains}
I check the body, finding a few useful supplies. I leave them in peace. Their worries are finally at an end.
---PROD_COMMOD---
{Access the ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable, the pilot's ship already in poor repair before the crash.
---TECHFRAG_S---
#19
The log shows these Gek were on their way to the Grand Festival, an assembly of Trade Lords and their employees from across the stars.
There they prayed to the Atlas and divine luck, their worship manifesting in an extravaganza of gambling, GekNip, and fireworks.
They started the celebrations too early. They never saw the asteroid field...
{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo amidst the great kegs. It would have been a fine Festival, no doubt.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
{Boost distress signal}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble and the Gek elders bemoan the loss of yet more talented employees.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---
#20
The log is showing active inputs to the cockpit systems. Investigation reveals the body of a trader crumpled against the ship's controls. Their death appears to have been an accident.
They traded in bonds, care contracts for the old and infirm. The Gek are born in vast spawning pools, and it is to such a place they return, to seek the comfort of the crimson water before their death.
{Search remains}
I check the body, finding a few useful supplies. I leave the fallen trader in peace.
---TECH_SUIT---
{Access the ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. The logs reveal that the fallen pilot was stealing units from those they cared for.
---TECHFRAG_S---