Six parts stand between this wreck and a working ship. Three are out there in the world; three will have to be taken from whatever's guarding them.
Your escape pod tore through the atmosphere and slammed into the surface of an uncharted, hostile world. The wreck still smolders behind you. Comms are dead. Rescue is not coming.
Your objective is simple: survive as long as you possibly can.
Your suit's life support has failed. This hostile world claims another survivor. Your run is now part of the permanent record.
The Abyssal Harbinger falls silent. With every part refitted, your ship's engines spin up for the first time in longer than you can remember. The sky opens above you.