You are immune to criticism. You are simply THE best. Everything your hands get to touch and create is GENIUS. This achievement is unique and is meant to be given to no one but you. Everyone else has a fake copy of it.
When you jogged for three days in a row, prepared yourself mentally to serve in the army, boasted that you were going to be a paratrooper, and then suddenly failed all medical tests — can this be considered as "almost served", or not?
It would be an awful thing to open coffins if we weren't talking about their back panel containing the control panel. And since it's all about the control panel, then all is well, and you can proceed to open it.
It's very easy to determine a person's mental disorder by the color of his spacesuit. Especially if you're a charlatan. A real professional will try to find and add all the other possible signs of the illness.
There's no point in heroically covering a barrel of a beam weapon with your chest. You can, if you like, but in this case, it's just not necessary. If you really want to do it, don't forget to turn the weapon off first.
Living coffins are no joke. Some may think that such a situation isn't a big deal, but in reality, a dead thing being alive makes it a zombie, a zombie is a bad thing, a bad thing is a problem, a problem is serious, serious equals an investigator and an investigator equals a life sentence. In the end, do you really want to go to prison?
Properly disposing of synthetic animal corpses, you can save humanity from dangerous diseases and the fertile soil from senseless pollution. You can also enjoy magnificent gore effects but that's not what matters.
Being able to orientate yourself is an extremely important skill for any traveler. Don't forget to mark the landmarks that are visible from afar, keep an eye on the moss on tree trunks, and don't forget about the North star and your compass. Especially, if you're not in space.
A man's palms say more than the backs of his hands, elbows, or navel. If you want to appear a strong and hard-working man in the eyes of others, you can rub your hands to get calluses that will brutally scratch other people's hands when you shake them.
With all due respect to the work of repair robots, they are useless competitors that consume resources. These guys are not subject to reprogramming and will fix everything that gets in their manipulators: shuttles, the liner's debris, vehicles, killer coffins…
It turns out that if you bomb a liner, the anti-asteroid turrets go crazy. They go crazy by themselves, without any killer coffins' help. That's right. In any case, space will be much safer without them.
A quick and unexpected raid on the enemy's infrastructure is very effective, brave, and only a real space fighter is worthy of doing that. We can only hope that the coffins were really building these strange stations, and not destroying them.
Someone always has to control an army, even if it's an army of crazy coffins. A coffin squadron without a general is just a bunch of stupid meat containers, and a coffin squadron with a general is also just a bunch of stupid meat containers, but with a general. That's a fact!
It would be more correct to call this reward "An Ice-Shooter", but it sounds weird. In any case, the fewer unattended blocks of ice of questionable quality in space, the fewer people will be poisoned by poor-quality water in the future. Well, that's sanitary!
Either a very drunk, or a very meticulous pilot who wants to get a special achievement in his career would wipe all the asteroids in the area with a bottom of a space shuttle. It's up to you to decide, which one you want to be.
It's fun to shoot with a blaster, but to shoot with big military spaceship blasters is a lot more fun. However, there is some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that shooting military weapons is prohibited without a license. The good news is that everyone who could have inspected this has already died.
A spring squeak, the smell of fresh engine oil, the noise of an angle grinder, and the fervent swearing of a mechanic — you can't find all this in outer space, and you never will. But what you can find is the creaking of your joints, the smell of fresh sweat, and the sound of blood in your ears. Space is a lousy place.