You’re standing directly under the nose of the Nova. Around you hang stalactites of ancient, corroded metal, testaments to corrosive forces that have seen fit to grace the ship with a beard worthy of father time. In spite of that, the hull looks thick enough to remain spaceworthy. It was obviously built to withstand an obscene amount of punishment. The ground here is relatively flat. Why, there’s barely even any junk sticking up out of the “soil!” You can amble around similar terrain to the north and west. Heading south would put you on a path alongside a mound of twisted wreckage.
