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No Man's Sky - Base Build: Shelter on Alpha 6

Inhabitant’s Log — Shelter on Alpha 6 Cycle Uncounted — Estimated Occupancy: 4.2 Standard Years I didn’t build this place. I just happened to be the one desperate enough to crawl inside it when everything went wrong. My lander went down somewhere in the basalt fields three clicks east. Hull breach, reactor hiss, zero chance of relaunch. I ran through a gravity shear with half my bones buzzing and saw the glint of metal buried in frost. Thought it was wreckage. Turned out to be salvation. This shelter must’ve been abandoned decades ago—at least two standard generations. Whoever used it last left in a hurry or died quick. Half the panels were stripped. One wall was missing entirely, like something peeled it away. Frost curled around the bunks. The power core was offline and the comms mast had been fused by some lightning event that didn’t bother respecting atmospheric physics. But there was a frame. A roof. And a door that still sealed. I slept under a broken light fixture in my suit for the first week, hoping the storms outside would shift long enough for recovery signals to carry. They never did. So I started fixing things. The walls were patched first—had to scavenge plating from collapsed storage pods outside. Gravity distortions made it feel like I was climbing sideways most of the time. Sparked the core back to life with a jury-rigged relay made from my lander’s nav board. It hummed like it was surprised to be awake. The original occupant left traces—an old tool bag wedged behind the support girder, a cracked mug still sitting on the shelf like someone meant to come back for it, a faded photograph pressed flat under loose plating. I don’t know their story. Maybe they didn’t survive. Maybe they made it off-world and never looked back. I owe them my life, regardless. Once the shelter held temperature, I worked on comfort. Found an old storage crate full of still-viable circuits and rewired the lighting so it didn’t flicker like a haunted freezer. Built shelving. Added railing grips along the hall for when gravity decided down was suddenly north. Then I found the sealed ration cabinet—most of it gone to mold, but the metal tins kept well enough to stretch for a month. After year one, I wasn't fixing the shelter anymore. I was improving it. Hydroponics from salvage. Seating from reshaped plating. A real stove cobbled together from reactor bleed piping. The storm-watching window was originally just a crack in the hull—I widened it, reinforced it, framed it. Now it’s a panorama. There’s a rhythm to living on Alpha 6. Storms roll like tides. Lightning blooms like flowers. Gravity sighs in different directions depending on the hour. Some would say I’m stranded. Maybe I was. But now? Now I’m settled. End Log.