The ruins seemed so simple at their entrance, but as was often the case, what was simple could often become quite complex. A dirt road; a cave entrance, partly unveiled in a recent landslide. The ground outside was still not quite dry, a discouragement to the casually curious, but a minor obstacle to the true adventurer. A new cave usually wasn't that exciting, but it was a change to the known geography of a local village. In time, curious youths may end up poking around; or the more adventurous, once they realized that a scant 20 meters in, the natural rock formation gave way to a large, metal frame with a door.<br/><br/>The door, like the frame, is thick and sturdy. 12 centimeter thick metal, a strange silver-blue-gray in color. A door whose hinges have broken down under the strains of time, and the shifting of the earth. Beyond the threshold, the air was stale and dusty. Old vents can be seen in the dirty, tiled ceiling, but they haven't seen use in gods only know how long. There were no vents visible anywhere along the mountain, so they must surely be closed off.<br/><br/>Many rooms look to have collapsed, having received no maintenance in the past century. The central hallway seems to have remained relatively intact, though, giving a clear and straight path into a larger, open semi-circle that was immense in size; something like two hundred meters at the widest point, sixty at its smallest, and twenty meters high. What was contained in this room was even more impressive than its size, though.<br/><br/>Banks of computers. Frayed wires. Damaged security turrets. Large workbenches with corroded tools that must have been exceptionally well-crafted and tailored to highly specific jobs, when they were made; now, they were maybe only good for scrap. Not just tools, either. Gears, sprockets, springs, pieces of that same silver-blue-gray metal. Cans of old paint. Some junk, but still quite a few treasures remained for the skilled scavenger to capitalize on.<br/><br/>Weapons, too. Shields and spears designed for giants, but sadly deteriorated. Something that looks like it might have been a missile launcher, large enough that it may have been mounted on a vehicle of some sort; no missiles, though. There are a handful of schematics and books, but they're so old and decrepit, that merely touching them caused them to crumble; a sad loss of knowledge.<br/><br/>Among all the junk were two things of singular interest. The first was a metal man, some three meters tall, covered in centimeters of dust, a puddle of some sort of red-orange mineral oil underneath it that almost looked like blood. It was connected to a large terminal by several wires, but most of those were clearly damaged.<br/><br/>The other thing that was of interest looked to be a generator. Rather than running off of fossil fuels, though, it seemed like it took in crystals of some sort. Four crystals were loaded into it, and they were all shattered. Nearby was a case containing eight crystals. However, only two of the crystals were still good; the rest were cracked.<br/><br/>Overall, it looks like when this place was still in use, that there had been some hasty, half-assed attempt to clear it out. And now that it was opened once more, in time, scavengers would empty what scraps were left.