Mission Imp-possible: Off-world Chips

Any luck finding my crew?

Remember, if you find an astronaut, give them the coordinates!

Thank you, friend, for this gift of hope. I can't express how grateful I am.

Great! You're a real lifesaver. Or... a life-deliverer?

You... you found Dr. Bloom? You have no idea how much that means to me!

Just knowing he's alive, it's like... like finding hope in the middle of this cosmic mess.

This gives me the strength to keep searching for the others.

Remember, if you bump into an astronaut, give them my coordinates.

So, the creatures that chased off my crew were "Imps"?

Crazy. I don't know much about their metabolism, but it's possible cross-dimensional exposure could make them pretty dangerous.

I can make something to counter it, but I'll need help from the rest of the crew.

It's time to track them down. I have a feeling they might be scattered around.

The challenge here is not knowing who or what we'll find - every clue and every bit of information helps.

Now, let's see how I can help you out...

An imp? Using my plants? That's despicable...

Unfortunately, my crew were the real scientists.

I'm stranded here, with no way to navigate this alien landscape or reach out to them.

The isolation, the uncertainty - it's maddening. Every moment is a test of sanity.

My crew, they're not just colleagues - they're my friends. The thought of them lost and terrified... it's too much.

It feels like an eternity since the crash. Time and space have lost all meaning.

But hey, there's no rush, right? Except each ticking second feels like a punch in the gut.

Well, that and the fact you're wanted for arson and need to clear your name.

Word travels fast, you know?

So, if you come across my crew, pass them my coordinates. Maybe we can solve your problem.

I understand. It's a lot to ask. I'll just... I'll just keep waiting.

Sure, no problem. Space is vast and time is... well, I have plenty of it here.

That's okay. I'll keep holding on to hope. It's all I have right now.