[XxNaetheriusxX]

"It is time to reach out and grab what we can, Acantho. Asphalt predicts that we need more valuable resources to arm the other models. To produce powerful weaponry, and to show the other magi throughout Meranthe what power relies behind the usage of magitech. No more, should we have to fear the Undead. And personally, as observed by Asphalt the Creator needs more dosage of Vitamin E. You hide in your home too often, Acantho. Gather our forces, let us collect all that is worth inside that crash site. Leave none for the unidentified wanderers, leave none for those who might use it improperly. This will mark a new age. A new era for magitech weaponry."

Deeper into the Silent Expanse lies what is seemed to be a crash site. Somehow, an airship of unknown origin had crash landed into the desert for several years, or perhaps more. Unknown to the Director the crash site has been releasing a strange signal and the Golems happened to pick up on it a long time ago, spending years trying to process the information, investigating from afar, calculating variables, to determine if an expedition towards the location is a possible scenario. Asphalt, the first of many Golems, decided to take the risk in hopes that the Proto Institute will finally have their hands on useful scrap metal. parts, whatever they can muster to speed up the process of future projects. The crash site lingered for too long, awaiting for someone daring enough to explore what lies inside of its' wreckage. Refusing to miss the opportunity, the Golems alerted their Creator, to prepare for an exploration into the graveyard of broken parts and rusted tech. The sandy desert winds that occasionally stormed the Silent Expanse had degraded the material just a little bit, rendering the destroyed ship rusty. However, there is enough power to allow it to turn on. What appears before them is a giant ship, too big; in fact, big enough to fit a whole civilization inside. It wouldn't be a surprise if the remnants of a long dead, ancient advanced society still continued to walk the very interior of that aircraft. Wandering around, with no apparent objective, confused. Their final stand? Their final missive? Well- perhaps it is to protect the hidden secrets buried deep inside that ship. 

Attendees: Members of the Final Frontier/Proto Institute. (Six people already selected/full).
 Risk: Medium risk.
Tone: Ancient/advanced technology, Security Breach, Desert field trip, ship ruin, massive crash site, junk yard. 
Rewards: Maybe a super mega lightning crystal as material for a unique weapon, valuable ore like Arcanium, other magical/special ore and precious metals. Spare parts scrapped from destroyed mech, an ancient relic of some sorts that is tied to machinery.

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