NMS 1.37 Vy'keen Crashed Ship

PuzzleType: WAR_CRA_

#1
The cockpit is adorned with the trophies of dead creatures, perched on every available surface. At the controls sits a tendrilled hunter, its body and face lacerated. The dank smell of blood assails my nostrils as I fight back the nausea.

The black box reveals the pilot was attacked by something whilst in flight, but it's unclear what. I could strengthen the warning beacon in the cockpit, but it would leave me vulnerable to attack...

{Search ship for signs of life}
I discover a ship technology blueprint.

The creature that caused this carnage is, thankfully, long-gone.
---TECH_SHIP---

{Send out a warning signal}
An unknown benefactor sends a reward for my actions.

I can now construct a tech that once powered this stranded craft...
---TECH_SHIP---
---STD_INC_WAR---


#2
The opulently furnished interior suggests the dead pilot once belonged to one of its race's more affluent families. The cause of its mid-flight demise is unclear, but the ship is likely to be carrying a decent cargo.

The body lies draped over a large box covered in dangerous-looking alien markings. A strange black mist surrounds the scene.

{Search for loot}
The ship, as expected, is full of valuable commodities.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---C_VYKEENEFFIGY---

{Open the box}
As I open the box a dark energy channels through me like poison.

The tech I find within the container has come at a cost.
---TECH_ALL---
---HAZARDSMALL---
---DAMAGESMALL---


#3
As I enter the vessel I'm greeted by a pile of military multi-tools, clearly thrown from a rack that once housed them. They fizz and spark, and look unsafe.

The broken body of a tendrilled behemoth lies awkwardly nearby. The craft must have crashed with such ferocity that little else is intact inside the ship.

{Try out a multi-tool}
The loaded power cylinder explodes, burning my flesh.

The multi-tool itself remains operational.
---DAMAGESMALL---
---WEAPON---

{Deconstruct multi-tools to salvage tech}
I disassemble some multi-tools and salvage some tech from within.
---TECH_WEAPON---
---SUBST_TECH---


#4
I'm greeted by the stench of rotting flesh as I enter the derelict vessel's spartan interior. A huge beast, dressed in what appears to be military uniform, lies where it died - mere feet from the escape hatch.

Behind it is a partially smashed rack of military multi-tools, secured by a sparking alien locking mechanism. The cockpit door hangs slightly ajar, and I can see operational equipment inside.

{Enter cockpit}
A pilot lies slumped across the control panel. I wrench a ship tech from beneath it.

The stench of decay forces me to leave.
---TECH_SHIP---

{Attempt to take multi-tool}
Electricity shoots through me as the damaged alien device sputters in protest.

What I find within somewhat compensates for my pain.
---WEAPON---
---DAMAGELARGE---


#5
A high-tech cage filled with the mangled bodies of animals lie in the cargo hold - thrown like thrown dice. The creatures appear to be long dead yet their fur moves unnaturally as though still alive.

Within the cockpit a warrior-like pilot lies sprawled on the controls, a boltcaster in its hand. The ship's data banks appear to be operational.

{Investigate data banks}
I access the ship's manifesto. The creatures were infected with a dangerous parasite.

I take information on an interesting new tech before hurriedly departing...
---TECH_ALL---

{Approach seemingly dead creatures}
A dozen bloated razor-toothed maggots leap at me from the nearest corpse, revealing the ship tech they're stacked upon.

I grab it then stagger from the ship bleeding profusely.
---DAMAGESMALL---
---HAZARDSMALL---
---TECH_SHIP---

{Take multi-tool}
I take the multi-tool, pausing only to open fire on the razor-toothed maggots that emerge and attack...
---WEAPON---
---HAZARDSMALL---


#6
The stricken craft's black box beams a holographic video of this old and ramshackle ship's final voyage. It's a bucket of bolts, and I'm surprised something this lo-fi could even break through this planet's atmosphere.

It seems pirates found it sitting idle on the landing platform of this planet's orbital space station, perhaps hopeful of valuable cargo. Pursuit was given. There were no survivors.

{Search for advanced technology}
The craft is a fairly basic model, with very few upgrades.

However, the plans for an intriguing technology can be found in its databanks.
---TECH_ALL---
---PROD_FUEL---

{Search the cargo hold}
I open up the ship, and find a valuable cargo within.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---PROD_FUEL---
---C_VYKEENEFFIGY---


#7
This was a pirate ship. Trophies fashioned from the bones of alien species adorn every available surface. Two pilots lie slumped behind the exit hatch, each plunging a dagger into the other's throat. There was a prize on-board and it was worth dying, and killing, for...

My unease grows as I hear scratching emanating from the cargo hold. Where, surely, the loot will be found.

{Send out warning signal}
I report my desperate findings.

The network picks up my signal, and sends a reward.
---TECH_ALL---
---STD_INC_WAR---

{Search cargo hold}
A wild-eyed pirate lunges at me as the door opens.

It flees, leaving behind its ill-gotten gains.
---PROD_COMMOD---
---TECH_SHIP---


#8
Two warrior corpses lie across the control panel, clearly flung there by the impact of the crash. I'm no expert, but they seem to be of different genders. Perhaps they were a mating couple. Perhaps they were co-pilots.

Whatever their story, it has now ended.

{Search bodies}
The larger body carries a holo-locket of its mate.

It also contains some valuable knowledge...
---RECIP_PROD_FUEL---

{Search cockpit}
I wrench the bodies from the cockpit.

Beneath them lies an undamaged technology that I can scan.
---TECH_ALL---


#9
The black box projects the footage of the craft's final moments; engine failure leading to a crash landing, but gives no clue as to the whereabouts of the pilot. I notice the insignia of pirates. I should be wary.

The ship's control panel appears to still be operational.

{Search ship for pilot}
An ambush! I fend off an assailant, who drops a damaged multi-tool.

I manage to retrieve a technology blueprint.
---TECH_WEAPON---
---HEALTHSMALL---

{Investigate control panel}
I retrieve a vital ship technology blueprint from the terminal.

A crashing from the hold convinces me to leave.
---TECH_SHIP---


#10
The stench of rotting flesh hangs in the air. The skeleton of a colossal warrior kneels beside a puddle of dried blood. Below it lies an unsheathed laser-sword.

The hold brims with hi-tech equipment, some of it still intact after the crash. Judging by the nature of the hardware I'm guessing the warrior was on some kind of clandestine mission they never completed.

{Search ship}
The ship's military technology systems proves a treasure trove.

I retrieve a blueprint.
---TECH_SHIP---

{Investigate laser-sword}
A scan of the laser-sword reveals an unknown technology.

Its blueprint can be retrofitted for use in my multi-tool.
---TECH_WEAPON---


#11
The cargo hold is a sentinel graveyard: dozens of charred drones of various shapes and sizes lie stacked in a giant heap. They have been systematically disconnected and taken apart. Their inner-workings are exposed and preserved.

A deep growl emanates from the cockpit.

{Extract components from dead sentinels}
I gain a new multi-tool technology blueprint from the sentinels.
---TECH_WEAPON---

{Investigate sound in cockpit}
A creature feasts on the pilot's body.

It wounds me, but I retrieve an exosuit tech blueprint from the corpse.
---TECH_SUIT---


#12
The ship's interior is pitch black. I fumble through the darkness until I reach two doors. One leads to a glittering cargo hold, the other is marked with the symbol of the Atlas.

Red light seeps from the cracks and around its edges. How can this be here?

{Open Atlas door}
I am drowned in blinding red light.

I awake restored, and with an exosuit tech blueprint.
---TECH_SUIT---

{Enter cargo hold}
The cargo hold is well-stocked.

On my exit I see the atlas door has... disappeared
---PROD_FUEL---
---C_VYKEENEFFIGY---


#13
The log reveals a cockpit adorned with the trophies of past success, the skulls of criminals and fugitives proudly displayed across the inner chamber.

The vessel belonged to a Vy'keen bounty hunter. They were hunting a criminal, a pacifist with no intention of contributing to the war economy and the glory of the Vy'keen people.

The log reveals that the pacifist shot first. Both are now dead.

{Search remains}
I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. I leave them in the peace they had denied to others.
---MONEY---

{Report fugitive}
I report the death of the fugitive, bringing an end to the authorities' investigation. I am rewarded for my help, the Vy'keen suggesting that I seek other bounties worthy of my skills.
---TEACHWORD_WAR---


#14
The manifest shows a stockpile of ancient, frequently non-operational, technologies and supplies.

In life, its pilots were old comrades, two Vy'keen warriors united in the pursuit of vengeance, fine Grahgrah, and the taste of final battle. They were old, approaching the end of their lives.

There is no obvious explanation for why the vessel crashed.

{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. The Vy'keen had stocked the ship well for their final journey.
---C_VYKEENEFFIGY---

{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable, the systems corrupted by whatever caused the vessel to crash.
---TECHFRAG_S---


#15
The log shows the ship's interior to be a twisted mess of metal and debris. It also reveals the crew of this vessel survived the crash.

The ship's energy and food supplies gradually dwindled, and one by one, the warriors fell. Only one remained in the end. According to the data logs, they should still be here...

But I am alone, aren't I?

{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. Whoever was here appears to have left a short time ago, traces of their time on-board still visible.
---TECH_WEAPON---

{Search remains}
I check the crew's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. I leave them in peace.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---


#16
I track down the ship's black box. It springs to life, projecting the image of a downcast warrior recording a message as the ship's systems malfunction around them.

The pilot was sent to visit a colony of freighters located on the outer edge. There were multiple communities of Vy'keen commoners living on board. They were not warriors, they just wanted to live in peace.

Their choice disgusted the pilot.

{Report vessel}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble, the Vy'keen dispatching ships to finish the pilot's task.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---

{Access databanks}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing is salvageable bar the image of someone close to this pilot, likely their consort or some other family member.

Their loved one will never know what happened to them.
---TECHFRAG_S---


#17
The ship's logs reveal that it was carrying two halves of a slain warrior. They were being sent on autopilot to the home of their ancestors, so that their family might see them one last time.

There is no habitation here, no survivors who might greet the ship. There are only Sentinels, watching from afar.

{Search cargo hold}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within. The pilot had ordered gifts and supplies to be brought home with their corpse.
---SUBST_COMMOD---

{Access ship's computer}
I access the ship's systems, extracting a quantity of Nanite Clusters. Nothing else is salvageable, the computer too damaged to reveal anything more.
---TECHFRAG_S---


#18
The black box projects footage of the craft's final moments.

The warrior pilot had lost a great battle, a duel to determine the honour of their family's house. Defeated, they claimed their enemy cheated. They forced a rematch and won.

But the warrior could not live with their dishonour. They cried out as the ship cut through the clouds, and all was ended.

{Report vessel}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble.

The Vy'keen assure me that the warrior's name will be stricken from history for their dishonourable behaviour...
---MONEY---

{Search remains}
I check the pilot's remains, finding a few useful supplies untouched by the passage of time. I leave them in peace.
---RECIP_PROD_COMM---


#19
The ship's data logs reveal that the warriors were headed for an event known as the Sundering, a three-moon celebration of the glory of Hirk. The celebration is popular with the youth of their species.

Yet the journey was long, the craft was cramped, and tempers were tempers. Now Vy'keen lie slumped across the base of the ship, their corpses mangled by the crash.

{Search remains}
I check the bodies, finding a few useful supplies amidst chunks of meat and drink.
---TECHFRAG_S---

{Report vessel}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble, the Vy'keen cursing the loss of their youth.
---STD_INC_WAR---


#20
The log reveals the interior of the ship to be ice cold. There are several Vy'keen on board, some cubs, some spawn. They died in their parents' arms.

The ship was fired upon by a passing Gek freighter. They believed the Vy'keen were threatening their trade route. Apparently, they did not check for survivors.

{Search for supplies}
I search the ship and find valuable cargo within, more than should be present on a simple passenger craft...
---TECH_WEAPON---

{Report vessel}
I log the ship with the authorities, reporting the wrecked vessel. I am rewarded for my trouble, the Vy'keen promising to inform the victims' relatives.
---STD_INC_WAR---