Wreckage of the Falling Voidship

The voidship lies half-buried in the jagged rock, its belly torn open like an upended chest. Smoke still wafts from vents and muttering sparks wink in the wreck. Around the main breach the armsmen were cut to pieces where plating peeled away; two ork brutes and several grots lie where they fell, riddled and smashed. The officer who led them has been stripped to a bloody stump and a lacquered gauntlet fragment with a faded sigil remained clutched in his destroyed hand. You pick through crates and broken lockers, prying open sealed compartments and looting pockets. Most of the high-tech gear is mangled or inert, but you salvage usable metals, tinkering parts, a dim power cell, and a handful of basic supplies and coin. There is enough here to provision the party for a short while, pay for a local smith to repurpose the plating, or barter for a healer to solidify the salve into a more reliable cure.