The Y-Files

A ruthless corporation has thrown your team into deep space with a single task: meet the resource quota, activate the portal, and return. Sounds like a regular shift, if only every inch of these planets wasn't trying to kill you. BUILD YOUR SHIP ON THE FLY Your rocket is literally whatever you attach to it. Find parts on the surface and slap them onto the hull in real time. Install engines, shields, and guns. The main thing is to watch what the others are doing. Nothing is quite as exhilarating as a teammate welding on a powerful turbine and accidentally flying off into the stratosphere, leaving you behind on the planet. FAIR AND MERCILESS PHYSICS Forget about arcade controls. You steer through a hologram inside the ship, and every crookedly attached module affects the flight. Shifted the center of mass? Built an asymmetrical monstrosity? Get ready to tumble, fighting off aggressive aliens along the way. Piloting here is a team effort, where one mistake turns the entire crew into space debris. PLANETS WON'T WAIT You will land on a multitude of diverse worlds, and each has a timer ticking down to a local apocalypse. The longer you vacuum up loot, the harsher the conditions become. EVERY LANDING IS A GAMBLE The placement of resources, traps, and enemies changes every run, so memorizing a safe route won't work. You never know what the planet will throw at you this time: today you're trying not to suffocate in poisonous geysers, and tomorrow your multi-ton rocket is swept into the sky by a giant waterspout. QUOTA MET. TIME TO GO HOME? Resources gathered, portal open. Only a tiny detail remains - coordinate, start the engines, and reach it without smashing your Frankenstein rocket against the nearest asteroid.