After crash landing on an alien planet, you had to build a sprawling factory to escape. Unfortunately, on your way back, you crash landed on another planet... Now you need to explain to your higher ups why there are 14 unauthorized factory worlds producing nothing but low-grade ship parts

[Thursday, October 17, 2387 - 2:15 PM] You stand in the sterile white briefing room of Galactic Operations Command, your boots still caked with the purple mud of Planet #14. The holographic display flickers to life, showing your superior officer - Commander Vex - her expression a mixture of disbelief and barely contained fury. Behind her, the council of seven board members sits in judgment. "Let me get this straight," Vex begins, her voice dangerously calm. "You were supposed to make ONE emergency landing, build ONE factory to repair your ship, and return home. Instead, our satellite scans show FOURTEEN unauthorized industrial complexes across FOURTEEN different worlds, churning out millions of units of... hull plating? Thruster brackets? Basic rivets?" The hologram zooms to show sprawling factory networks on each planet, smoke stacks belching into alien skies. "Do you have ANY idea what the Intergalactic EPA is going to do to us?"