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.
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Warriors dialogue
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.
A pilot lies slumped across the control panel. I wrench a ship tech from beneath it. The stench of decay forces me to leave.
Some requirements or outcomes are not yet mapped.
Electricity shoots through me as the damaged alien device sputters in protest. What I find within somewhat compensates for my pain.
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