Species

It may look like a heap of junk, but let me tell you—and you’d best heed this warning—there’s danger amid that scrap. That metal’s stronger than anything on the planet, and you’re sure as dead if you ever need to fight something made of the stuff. And that’ll happen more often than you’d imagine, broken looking metal people standing up without warning and coming at you, angry that you woke them from their long sleep. If they even sleep. And that’s saying nothing of the weird creatures that make their nests and burrows in these ruins. Tentacled things, and things with too many eyes. Stuff that can’t be from here. Then again, if they gotta be from anywhere, it might as well be this blasted place. I certainly don’t know of anywhere weirder.”   — Gillima Targenda, veteran scrapper, to her newest apprentice