Press deeper
I press deeper into the muck, activating the ship's logs.
As I touch the dashboard, my fingertips sink into something moist. A sticky substance oozes over my hand. Its coppery smell clings to my throat, my nostrils. Where did this come from?
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- Race
- None
- Options
- 1
- Progressive
- Yes
- Interaction Type
- None
- Requires Scan Event
- Interaction Category
- Default
Connections (3)
Conversation flowI find myself alone on a strange world, unequipped and in danger. ↗
Dialogue
Conversation flowkzzzzt - in the sky - kzkzzt - followed me through? - kzzt - tried to save a piece of me - kzkzzt - too late - kzkzzt ↗
Dialogue
Dialogue factionNone dialogue ↗
Dialogue Category