The planet bore the scars of a world torn apart by war. Theirs was not the only unnatural crater pockmarking the surface. Centuries ago, it might have been a living world, but now fissures spiderwebbed across the planet, like an egg, about to shatter. Now it was a husk, a broken world. There might be survivors, somewhere on the planet, but none in sight. What there was, though, was wreckage, and quite a bit of it, within a few hour's march, that could be useful for repairs, or figuring out who once owned the wrecks.<br/><br/>The journey to the nearest piece of wreckage is uneventful, but slow; the terrain is difficult to navigate, but eventually, the construct makes its way to the crashed craft. It's difficult to determine its origins, and it looks like it's been partially looted, but it clearly was a space-faring craft, of some sort, though it looks like it's been here for a few hundred years, at the least. Bits of twisted metal litter the crater around it, and a large gash in the side shows where it took lethal damage. It's in terrible condition, but some parts might be salvageable.