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Good Grief. There's enough junk thrown around in here that I could probably build myself a jaunty robot companion out of spare parts.
If I knew much about building robots. Or programming them to be "jaunty."
Sorry. I tripped over something and went down hard.
And, uh, despite everything you may have read... in space, you can definitely hear YOURSELF scream.
And it's a little embarrassing.
But the good news is, the thing I tripped over? It's a little generator!
That means I've finally got a power supply!
See there? Good things come to those who go bumbling around in derelict nightmare ships.
Apart from those halls and their barely-open doors...
...nowhere else in the ship is open to explore, other than (what's left of) the flight deck.
Like I said, the instrument panels are trashed.
Not that this caravel was ever in danger of taking off again, what with the whole "missing its engine" problem...
...but it looks like it's all wrecked: guidance, communications, waldo controls. The whole nine yards.
(The whole eight meters and change.)
...Well, except maybe I spoke too soon.
There's a... looks like a proximity alarm. Panel appears to be intact. God knows whether the rest of the hardware is functional.
I don't think I really need an alarm system. Not like this ship is parked in a high-crime neighborhood.
Plus, that means figuring out how to hook the system up to the generator.
And that's IF the thing even works, which is a BIG "if."
What do you think?