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This article is about the Degasi Seabases. You may be looking for Seabases.
The Degasi Seabases are habitats constructed by the three Degasi survivors, which crashed about a decade before the Aurora. There are eight of these bases, three of which can be found on the same island (one main base and two smaller, satellite base structures), all of which can be discovered during exploration. These bases are in very poor condition and have succumbed to the nature around them.
The player can find several abandoned PDAs scattered around the bases, which reveal the fate of the Degasi survivors. Some of these PDAs will contain a signal leading to another base.
It is advisable that the player brings appropriate tools and equipment on hand while exploring these abandoned bases, as hostile creatures are often found to inhabit the site.
The Degasi Seabases also house many placeable items.
The Degasi crew built the central main base first, later adding the observatories to allow Bart Torgal to study the environment. Under Bart's guidance, they constructed a small farm on the east of the island, consisting of several exterior growbeds with various species of flora.
Extreme weather conditions and a lack of resources caused tension among the crew, forcing them to leave the habitat and set up a new one in the Jellyshroom Cave.
Along the path, passing the spotlight and towards inside the broken T Compartment, a Vac-pack can be found. Proceed down the ladder and another abandoned PDA on the floor. In this hallway, another Vac-pack can be found beside the rusty Bulkhead.
Outside, there are several exterior growbeds with Marblemelons and Chinese Potato Plants planted inside. South east of the main base, another abandoned PDA can be found lying on the ground in-front of a small archway.
PAUL: This island is the best thing that could have happened to us! Look out that window. No predators... Fresh food...
MARGUERIT: No building materials... nothing left of the ship... And the kid says we're gonna starve without more growbeds. Speak up, kid.
BART: It's true, father. The natural growth rates are too slow to keep supporting us.
MARGUERIT: All I'm sayin' is, ocean's got us surrounded. No use hiding. Sooner or later we're gonna get our feet wet.
PAUL: The rest of your life may have been a fight, Maida, but I've made my decision. You want to forfeit your emergency pay just to take a swim, go right ahead.
MARGUERIT: Believe me, I'm thinkin' on it.
—Degasi Voice Log #1, Habitation Location
PAUL: Son, I said no. Wait for the storm to pass. What's one vegetable patch compared to our safety?
BART: You stopped being in charge when the ship you were captaining sunk!
PAUL: I'll stop being in charge when you take charge of yourself!
MARGUERIT: Say, Chief. Chief!
MARGUERIT: Do you know how to drain those growbeds out there of 40 tons of storm water? Or how to conjure food from the air?
PAUL: Don't get clever, Maida. You're too old to change old habits.
MARGUERIT: I'm just sayin', what's your boy's life worth to you today, if tomorrow you're gonna be so hungry you start wondering what he tastes like? Let him go deal with the plants.
PAUL: Son, go deal with the plants.
[Bart Torgal has disembarked the habitat.]
PAUL: Interfere with my family again and when rescue arrives I will leave you here. Do you understand me?
MARGUERIT: No rescue coming, Chief. Not in time. And no stayin' here, neither. This rain keeps falling, sooner or later this place'll be buried. Only choice we've got is whether to get buried with it.
—Degasi Voice Log #2, Storm
MARGUERIT: You see, Chief? You brought us to this sodden planet. Told us we'd see a lush payday. Now what do we got, some 6 weeks later? Crew's dead. Front room's half buried. Food washed away.
PAUL: I suppose the executive decisions would be better left to someone with your extensive experience of hitting people in the face?
MARGUERIT: I know enough not to take unscheduled detours to uncharted planets. That's something we didn't need to learn the hard way.
PAUL: Easy to judge my decisions in hindsight. Harder to come up with a plan of your own.
MARGUERIT: Already got one. We take what we can carry and hunker down in a cave somewhere. Fortify. I scouted a site. Couple hundred meters deep. Lots of metal deposits.
PAUL: How do you imagine we'd live?
MARGUERIT: With ready access to building materials? Like damn queens. Couple of water filters, a bioreactor, fresh fish... But Chief, we'll eat seaweed salad and drink our own piss if that's what it takes. All that matters is: have you got something better?
PAUL: Send the coordinates to my PDA. I'll review your proposal.
—Degasi Voice Log #3, Aftermath
Chief's log, five weeks since our ship was shot out of the air. Fate spared my son Bart and I, but also burdened us with the presence of a cut-price mercenary with local expertise, name of Maida, who I reluctantly commissioned for this voyage.
The three of us spent days in the lifepod, rain hammering the roof, ocean on the horizon. Then the weather cleared and we saw this floating oasis. We were saved. We salvaged the Degasi wreck to build this habitat. I set Bart to studying the indigenous plantlife, finding us a stable source of food. That expensive education of his is paying dividends sooner than I expected.
Our only problem is Maida. She claims the island's too small to support us all indefinitely. Says the weather's going to turn. I say she's finding excuses to risk our lives. She's likely never gone more than a week without a physical altercation, and she's itching for a fight. Every judgement she makes assumes things go from bad to worse. If she had my experience she'd see that humans have spent millennia shackling nature to our will. This planet won't cause any new problems.
Our one task now is to stay alive, as comfortably as possible, until the insurance company arranges rescue. In this part of space that could be months, or even years.
—Paul Torgal's Log #1, Marooned
This is the first time I've seen sunlight in months. I'd been dreaming of it. But it's hard to enjoy alone. The time we spent on this island when we first crashed, it seems so long ago now. Father was right: we never should have left. We shouldn't have gone so deep. They don't want us down there.
Despite my best efforts, the infection is progressing, and the visions are getting worse. Marguerit and father are already part of the ecosystem of this incredible planet. It soothes me somewhat to know I'll join them soon.
And you know what? It's a wonderful view.
—Bart Torgal's Log #3, Return From the Deep
The main Abandoned Seabase on the Floating Island
Old interior of the largest Abandoned Seabase on the Floating Island
Aerial shot of the main Floating Island Abandoned Seabase
The second Floating Island seabase
The third Floating Island seabase
The Abandoned Farm on the island
A view of the larger portion of the abandoned farm
The second Seabase built by the Degasi crew, located within the Jellyshroom Cave. Away from the main base, four, smaller outposts are present, which feature a small amount of resources and Fragments.
Despite the disagreements between the crew, it was the right decision from Marguerit Maida to build a habitat in the Jellyshroom Cave, with a maintained Food & Water supply as well as large amounts of Lithium. During their time here Marguerit Maida found an unknown artifact whilst exploring.
They came to realize that whatever shot down the Degasi, would also do the same to a rescue ship. Marguerit Maida was determined to investigate further but Paul Torgal argued.
The seabase was experiencing heavy stress under the water pressure and was in some disrepair by the time they left it, moving on to construct the Deep Grand Reef base. It is now flooded and infested by Drooping Stingers and Starfish.
A spotlight can be found near the entrance. Inside the broken basic compartment there's an abandoned PDA. Continue inside the Multipurpose Room, there are several chairs, desks and a Water Filtration Machine at the opposite side of the entrance. Two abandoned PDAs can be found on a desk and inside a locker.
Into the hallway, there is a ladder leading to the upper level, which has an observatory containing an abandoned PDA.
Further down the hallway and into the second room, a bed, several wall planters, a desk and a chair can be found. Yet another two abandoned PDAs can be found here, one on the desk and one inside the locker.
Outside of the entrance, an abandoned PDA can be found on the ground near the giant Jellyshroom plant.
PAUL: Son, there is always a pecking order, and in our world, money makes the hierarchy. I pay Maida a fraction of what I pay you, and you a fraction of what I pay me. I'm still at the top of the pack.
BART: If money makes the hierarchy, why is Marguerit making the decisions?
PAUL: All that education, and I'm still schooling you. We NEED her. We let her think what she likes, so long as she does what she's told.
BART: What if she doesn't?
PAUL: For enough money, she will. People always do.
—Degasi Voice Log #4, Pecking Order
PAUL: What is that thing?
MARGUERIT: I don't know. I found it outside, in the mud.
PAUL: Part of another ship?
MARGUERIT: None I've ever seen.
BART: It's not even scratched.
PAUL: Don't fool around with it, it might be worth something.
MARGUERIT: Stand down, Chief, if it were going to crumble to dust it woulda done so when I picked it up.
BART: It's glowing.
PAUL: We're not the first people to come to this planet.
MARGUERIT: People. Maybe. Could be aliens. Could be the damn seamonsters for all we know. One thing for sure: we ain't gonna find out by stayin' here.
—Degasi Voice Log #5, Curious Discovery
PAUL: We're already 200m below sea level! You want to go DEEPER?!
MARGUERIT: Look around us, Chief. I see water leaking through the hull. Water outside the hatch. We're drowning. Real slow. If rescue arrives. whatever shot us down, it's going to do it again. And again. Until it's shut off. You see an off switch around here, Chief?
PAUL: Why would an off switch any more likely be half a kilometer down?!
MARGUERIT: It's a hunch. That alien gizmo we found, it's got something to do with all this. And we found it down here, not up there.
PAUL: You're mad.
MARGUERIT: That may be, but I'm goin' all the same. And I've an idea you two are gonna follow. But if you do, be mindful: your authority stopped at sea level.
—Degasi Voice Log #6, Deeper?!
I thought it might get claustrophobic, living underwater. Father feels it is. He'd tell me it was childish, but I stare out the window and sometimes I think how lucky I am to see this world up close. Back on the island I wouldn't have believed the creatures that live down here. Marguerit has been telling stories about the wildest creatures you could imagine. The fish down here, they GLOW... There's one that's 90% eyeball... Snakes twice the length of a habitat compartment.
Sure, it's not all friendly. 99% of the plantlife is toxic, I learned that the hard way, but I've managed to coax some marblemelons into growing indoors, and when they don't cover our dietary needs, well... we eat the local fish. It's a bit gross, but it's nothing they wouldn't do.
I've been attempting to document my findings. Father approves. He says we need to understand this world if we're going to take advantage of it to survive. I'm just doing it because it's fun. It's not easy without proper equipment and network access, but the old fashioned way - observing, taking notes, testing theories - let's me see the world in a way a spectroscopic analysis never could.
Lately I've been watching the crabsnakes that live down here. They ambush their prey as it tries to feed on the mushrooms they hide in. What they don't consume settles on the seabed, which fertilizes the mushrooms, which feed the herbivores, and so the chain continues. Co-evolution just blows my mind.
—Bart Torgal's Log #1, This World
You know what Maida told me today? She wants to build a habitat 500m below sea level, more than a kilometer east of here. And she needs Bart and I to do it. She's got it into her head that she can save us if she just acts recklessly enough. But I've hauled starwhals to Neptune. Plasteel to the Federation... this family operates nine different mining colonies across the Ariadne Arm. Maida thinks she's better suited to lead? Her contract still says otherwise.
But... I just cannot damn tell whether it's the stupidest idea I ever heard, or my only hope. I turned 80 years old last week. I thought I had another 80 in me, but marooned on this planet there's no swapping out my liver when the old one fails. Here, I'm mortal. And Maida is useful to me.
So it's my responsibility to make a decision. Return to the island and hope whatever knocked the Degasi out of the sky won't do the same to the rescue ship, or take us deeper in search of answers. And all the while be hoping old age gets me before the seamonsters do.
I'll give Maida just one thing. She was right about these caves. There's enough lithium here to fabricate a hundred tons of plasteel. Enough for a damn FLEET of Cyclops submarines. There was nothing anyone could have done to avoid crashing here, but I was right to order the detour. If we get off this planet they'll be talking about the Torgal Corp. share price on the other side of the Federation.
—Paul Torgal's Log #2, Dilemma
These conniving, corporate, bourgeois, inbred, incompetent, self-absorbed ASSES don't have a damn clue!
The kid's not so bad - he's even useful - but I swear everything that comes out of his father's idiot face is a narcissistic lie. He wants to stay in this cave, his problem. I'm the one doing the heavy lifting. Screw the contract. Screw the emergency pay. When seamonsters are hunting you, you don't hide. You hunt the seamonsters. Then you build a bigger boat out of seamonster bones, and you hunt bigger monsters. Repeat until there aren't any monsters left to hunt you.
I'm going deeper, I'm gonna find what shot us down, and I'm going to tear its damn heart out.
I've started the prep work. The kid's taught me how to make enamelled glass. I've started stockpiling metal ores to build myself a seamoth. I'll raid the indoor growbeds before I leave.
—Marguerit Maida's Log, Speaking Freely
View of the Abandoned Seabase in the Jellyshroom Cave
The third and final seabase built by the Degasi crew, found in the Deep Grand Reef.
Paul Torgal was not pleased with the decision to build a habitat in the Deep Grand Reef as it was risky and he doubted Marguerit Maida's cooperation with the rest of the crew. Whilst living here they realized that they were infected with some kind of bacteria. Tension among the crew was high at this point, Paul, saying to Marguerit: "When we get off this planet I am going to drag you through every court in the damn empire!". The seabase was attacked by a Reaper Leviathan.
The last recorded message of Paul Torgal describes the incident and his final moments.
There are two entrances to the Seabase - one way is via a broken Basic Compartment, the other through an open Hatch on the side of the upper Multipurpose Room.
The lower section has many Windows, one Desk and two Beds. Next to the Beds are Lockers, and above one Bed is a picture frame. On the Desk, a bunch of scattered bottles of spirits and an Abandoned PDA can be found.
Through the other entrance, there is an Alien Containment Unit and two Observatories. Inside the first Observatory is another Desk, with an Abandoned PDA and a Data Box containing the Cyclops Shield Generator schematics. Behind the Alien Containment Unit is a ladder, which leads down to a lab containing the last Abandoned PDA.
BART: Please stop fighting and listen! We're sick!
BART: You've been coughing, right? Feeling itchy? Blisters?
PAUL: If we were sick the suit biometrics would have warned us.
BART: It's something new. It's not in the database.
MARGUERIT: Come on then, what's it gonna do? Turn inside out? Dissolve us into slime?
BART: It's an alien bacteria. We've been ingesting since we got here. Everything on this planet is riddled with it. Sooner or later it's going to kill us, but somehow the creatures here survived.
MARGUERIT: Need me to cut some of 'em open for you? Find out what makes 'em tick?
PAUL: Just tell me what you need, son. Materials? Test subjects? Whatever it is, I'll make sure you have it.
BART: Just... leave me alone. I need time to think.
—Degasi Voice Log #7, Malady
*Sound of hatch closing*
[Marguerit Maida has boarded the habitat.]
PAUL: What are you so happy about, Maida?
MARGUERIT: Say, kid?! I brought you something!
PAUL: Is that a LEVIATHAN outside?!
MARGUERIT: Towed it home on the back of the sub.
BART: You KILLED that thing?
MARGUERIT: It's still breathing. I was about to finish the job, but I can stay and chat if you'd like? No? Then make yourself useful and pass me that hardened knife.
PAUL: Are you out of your MIND?! You brought that thing HERE?! What if it's not as comatose as it looks?! What if others come?!
MARGUERIT: You prefer it got curious and came of its own accord, or got messed up and dragged here?
PAUL: When we get off this planet I am going to drag you through every court in the damn federation!
—Degasi Voice Log #8, Risk Taking
PAUL: I have had it with you risking our lives!
MARGUERIT: Oh stow it, Chief. The kid can't kill this disease without specimens for his research. I'm the one bringin' 'em home.
PAUL: Bart, tell her. Tell her I'm right.
BART: You're both wrong! Marguerit, I can't find out how they resist the bacteria if you SLAUGHTER them all.
MARGUERIT: It ain't often they oblige in coming in alive.
PAUL: That wasn't his point and you know it! We need to take more precautions!
BART: Father, the outcome's no better if we hole up in here and don't go outside. We have to find a middle way.
PAUL: There is no compromise! Not while she's on my seabase.
MARGUERIT: YOUR seabase?!
BART: I'm going outside.
[Bart Torgal has disembarked the habitat]
PAUL: Bart! It's dangerous! Damnit boy, I know you can hear me!
MARGUERIT: Chief. Chief, get off the radio and put on your helmet.
*Sound of habitat rupturing and water pouring in*
—Degasi Voice Log #9, Disaster
Came out of nowhere. An alien kraken, size of a Cyclops. Tore a hole clear through the reinforced hull. Barely got my breather in in time. I told her. I said others would come.
I was thrown clear of the habitat, and the thing turned and bore down on me. Just as its tentacles came within grasping reach, Maida came out of nowhere. She had a seaglide in one hand, a jagged piece of scrap metal in the other. She meant to butcher that beast, or die trying. The last I saw her she had the metal lodged in its neck and was clinging on as the monster did its best to shake her, contorting off into the darkness. I'm certain she got her wish, one way or the other.
Then I thought I saw a light, deep below me. I hoped maybe Bart had swum clear. I followed it. Now I wonder whether I saw anything at all. My oxygen is low. The habitat is gone. I can't see the sky. Something surely has the scent of my blood.
—Paul Torgal's Log #3 - The End
A screenshot of the Deep Grand Reef Degasi base from Twitter.
Cargo found outside of the base
The ground floor of the base.
Another view of the living quarters
An Observatory inside the base.
The Data Box containing the Cyclops Shield Generator Blueprints.
It is unknown how the Degasi crew dealt with the presence of Crabsquids around the Deep Grand Reef Seabase - Crabsquid EMPs should have knocked out the Seabase's power regularly due to their photosensitive reactions.