I've just sold a grenade to a humanoid with no arms. For a small stone statue. Not sure how should I feel about that.
More aliens come out of hiding and fall asleep. Cpt. Grimwulf suddenly realizes that it's a perfect moment to leave a mining bot in this area.
I'm sure new friends will keep an eye on our mechos. Ok, time to go.
Mapping goes good and uneventful. We had to return to the ship and refil our oxygen, though.
There is a bunch of various resource deposits scattered across the planet, but they are all unreachable. We need jetpacks, or some other means of climbing mountains. Oh, well.
We did manage to grab some palladium, at least. Everybody was happy. Lizzurd commented on yesterday's supper.
I should really get rid of him. Like, soon.
My thoughts were disrupted by an unlikely find. Men. Look.
An abandoned ship. I'm dead serious.
What happened? This is an
extremely shitty spot for landing, even for a gud pilot. Crash landing?
Shall we check out this ship? Or RUN, before we face the same fate as its crew? Maybe those aliens are not so friendly after all.