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Starfield items

Bethesda loves adding clutter to its worlds, and you can bet that Starfield will be littered with useful and miscellaneous Starfield items.

Scattered throughout the universe of Starfield are a host of Starfield items. Items are non-consumable objects which can be sold for Credits, used for decorating your outpost or ship, or faeture in a Starfield quest. You can pick up and rotate almost all of the clutter you come across, be it a cup, mineral, or spanner.

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.27 Caliber

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Ace Sidearm and Memento Mori and Rattler and Sidestar and The Zapper

.43 MI Array

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Keelhauler and MagShot and The Mutineer and Trickshot

.43 Ultramag

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Ambassador and Elegance and Marathon (pistol) and Regulator and Solace and Urban Eagle

.45 Caliber ACP

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Haphazard Handgun and Old Earth Pistol and Sir Livingstone’s Pistol and XM-2311

.50 Caliber Caseless

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Hard Target and Head Ranger and Justifier and Lawgiver and Peacemaker and The Last Breath

.50 MI Array

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the MagShear and MagStorm and Mindtear and Poisonstorm and Revenant

"Eggmund" Desk Assistant

Junk

"Solar Frontiers" Game

Junk

1.5kV LZR Cartridge

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Ember and Short Circuit and Solstice

11mm Caseless

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the AA-99 and Desperation and Drum Beat and Feather and Peacekeeper and Power Beat and Tempest and Tombstone

12.5mm ST Rivet

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Auto-Rivet

12G Shotgun Shell

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Old Earth Shotgun and The Cursed

15x25 CLL Shotgun Shell

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Breach and Brute Force and Experiment A-7 and Pacifier and Rapidshot and Riot Shotgun

3kV LZR Cartridge

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Amped-Up Orion and Arc Welder and Equinox and Orion and Unmitigated Violence and Unrestrained Vengeance

40mm XPL

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Ashta Tamer and Bridger and Negotiator and Reckless Bombardment and Shattered Shock

6.5mm CT

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Fiscal Quarter and Kraken and Maelstrom and Pirate Legend and Street Sweeper

6.5mm MI Array

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Avatar and MagPulse and MagSniper

7.5mm Whitehot

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Deadeye and Razorback and The Prime and Unfair Advantage

7.62mm

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Fury and Gallow’s Reach and Old Earth Assault Rifle

7.77mm Caseless

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Acid Rain and Beowulf and Eon and Grendel and Hunterwulf and Kodama and Microgun and N67 Smartgun and Radburn and The Buzzcut and The First Shot and X-989 Microgun

9x39mm

Ammunition

This ammo is used by weapons such as the Despondent Assassin and Old Earth Hunting Rifle and Speechless Fire

A Christmas Carol

Notes

STAVE ONE

MARLEY’S GHOST

Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

[Charles Dickens’ 1843 novella, considered his most famous work, chronicles the redemption of the miserly Ebenenzer Scrooge as he is visited by four ghosts, who force him to analyze his life and the decisions he has made.]

A Greater End, Vol 1

Notes

A Gathering of Starlight to a Greater End

By Keeper Aquilus of the “Sanctum Universum”

Volume 1

Put again from your mind any notion of what you might have once learned about something people call God. Have no assumptions about belief or even divinity itself. If you are a believer by natural aptitude, try and place yourself in the mindset of the pure empiricist who adheres to the strictest scientism. If you are not a believer, take your skepticism and elevate it to its highest orders such that you will not even admit the smallest sense of the spiritual, the superstitious, or even such thing as a lucky roll of the dice.

All is physical, and all is determined. What we don’t understand is simply for lack of exploration or appropriate mathematical tools. With sophisticated enough observatory instruments, we could explain the movements of every particle of being from the subatomic to the supercluster. There is no unseen hand which created anything, simply the forces of physics working mindlessly at each other.

And yet, a sunset may be still be lovely.

Certainly, we may be able to pinpoint the exact chemical breakdown of an atmosphere that refracts light from certain star types in a way that the human visual system finds pleasing, but this knowledge does not reduce the beauty… it rather enhances it. We may say that notions of beauty vary across societies and ages, but even such relativism cannot rob us of our particular experience in a given moment. We may not wish to see ourselves as anything more than happenstance firings of chemical signals driven by the grim lurchings of evolutionary processes, but to reduce ourselves thus still leaves the reality of a mind existing at a specific instant to experience a certain pattern of photons that it interprets in a manner that it finds beneficial in some way.

I would hope, even if you admit no possibility of the supernatural, that there is still space in your worldview for awe and for wonder. The universe is charged with grandeur. When we experience that grandeur, we come closer to the underlying reality of the universe.

A Greater End, Vol 3

Notes

A Gathering of Starlight to a Greater End

By Keeper Aquilus of the “Sanctum Universum”

Volume 3

Many in the history of thought have considered the ground of being as defined by its “one-ness,” whether as part of a faith tradition or a purely secular philosophy. Indeed the intellectual construction of a single divine power served as preparatory kindling for the revealed faiths of the desert that would sweep across the empires of old. To perceive the Unity as God is to misconceive it, but it is also not entirely wrong. The traditional parochial notions of God, though, are far too limiting; Unity is much bigger than the imaginations of any person, or even entire civilizations. This potential for misunderstanding is why I have repeatedly endeavored to have all readers and people of good will cast their preconceptions aside and begin from nothing, lest they take up once more the fairy tale beliefs they held as children.

For just as a child’s relationship with her parents ought to change as she grows older, so too must our relationship with the divine change as we grow older. And so must humanity’s relationship with Unity change as the race itself proceeds along towards its destiny.

Considering now, as we do, the one-ness of the divine, we may contemplate its role in creating the universe. Think not of an architect setting to work with exact intent and more of the role of soil in producing a plant: creation is not one act that we can date to the Big Bang, but an ongoing process of continual renewal, growth, decay, replacement, and even rebirth. Unity, in its facet of Being, is responsible for all other beings in the universe, even if it takes no more intentional role in them than the soil does in the plant.

Where we must depart from a pure philosophy lies in what I am to reveal presently. Unity is not mere soil. While all beings will one day return to it, Unity actually craves the return. It does not directly seek it, nor bring it about: ascribing such machinations and will would be absurdly redundant. Something that exists beyond the flow of time has no need to hasten any process which derives from itself. All things will return to it. But we, as the type of being gifted with the ability to know, may uniquely take charge of our trajectory of return. We can seek out the Unity. We can encounter it. We can commune and emerge from it as something above what we were, ascended and iterated.

How can we know that such a thing is possible? Here again revelation is crucial, for we have no way of fully understanding the divine apart from its choice to reveal itself. The Unity does not do so directly. No, an immediate encounter with it would drive the unprepared mind to shattered weeping. As the Unity craves our encounter, though, it does on occasion emanate messengers to aid us in our trajectory. These emanations appear to us in forms that we can understand, as corporeal beings that are like us, but unlike us. Similar enough to be accepted by our minds, but different enough that they maintain a knowledge of the Unity. These are our guides. Like sailors of old steering their ships by stars, like the fulcrum of Archimedes’ lever, like the seed value which initiates a matrix simulation, those born of the stars give us fixed points amidst chaos. With their wisdom we can seize the path of our fates, no longer being subject to the whims of physical processes. Instead of awaiting our destruction we can sail straight to the eye of the storm and emerge on the other side with our own hard-won betterment.

These things are known. And I am the one who has been given to know them. I share this with you in the hopes that you may join me in my knowing. There is still much to be revealed, and still more knowledge that can only be conveyed in person. Should this book set your heart on fire, seek those born of the stars, for they are themselves lights in the void.

A Tale of Two Cities

Notes

BOOK THE FIRST – RECALLED TO LIFE

I. THE PERIOD

It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom,

it was the age of foolishness,

it was the epoch of belief,

it was the epoch of incredulity,

it was the season of Light,

it was the season of Darkness,

it was the spring of hope,

it was the winter of despair,

we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

[Charles Dickens’ classic novel of society, war, class and family continues for a total of 341 pages.]

Alien Bug Paperweight

Junk

Alien Critter Display

Junk

Alien Tick Display

Junk

Alien Trilobyte Display

Junk

Amala's Journal

Notes

[A collection of journal entries from Amala Mishra, a young first generation teenager who lived on board the ECS Constant in the years shortly after it first launched in 2140]

March 2, 2141:

This ship is super boring. I thought space would be fun, but it’s not. Most of the other kids on board are younger than me. My school lessons are kind of stupid because the teacher, Mr. DaCosta focuses on the younger kids and forgets about me and the older kids. I really miss my friends from back home. I wonder if everything’s okay on Earth?

June 16, 2141:

I’ve been hanging out with Ezra a lot lately. There aren’t many other people my age on board, and Pier is already interested in Janika, so I figured maybe it’d be a good idea to get to know him? Turns out we have some things in common. We both like retro movies and games. He introduced me to some music I hadn’t heard before, like Sasha and the Lowdown Thieves. It got me thinking though: we’ll never hear anything new from bands we like. Ever. Maybe we should start a band? We’d have to learn how to play music, of course. I’ll have to see what Ezra thinks.

Nov 11, 2141:

Mom says everyone gets assigned a job here on the Constant. She also said that if I don’t start doing my homework instead of practicing music, she’s going to recommend me to trash and toilet cleaning duty. She’s just mad ’cause they put her in Hydroponics instead of Medical because we have too many doctors on board.

April 24, 2142:

Dad had a little freak-out. He says he feels like the walls are closing in on him. He got mad and tried to open the airlock, so they had to put him in the brig overnight until he calmed down. I think a lot of people feel the same way, because this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. Mom says things will be better for future generations because they won’t know any different, but for those of us who remember the outdoors, it’s going to be a hard life. Tell me why they thought this was a good idea again?

[The last entry is from much later in Amala’s life]

August 9, 2199:

Ezra passed in his sleep last night, peacefully. Lila, Gideon, their spouses and little ones, and myself will be holding a small memorial service in the atrium with all our friends before he’s cremated and put into the Mausoleum. It was only a month ago when I asked him if he had any regrets in life, and he told me that no, spending it with me was all he dreamed it could be and more, wherever we were. While I still wish we had not been trapped on the Constant, I can think of no better person to have spent my life with. I’m thankful for his love and companionship all these years, and will miss him dearly.

Among the Grav Jumps

Notes

Among the Grav Jumps, God Seeks You

Is God real? The more proper question would be, “Is reality divine?” Existence itself is a mystery which yearns to be uncovered.

What is goodness but a comparison to the Good? What is existence but a participation in Being? Any common attribute invites comparison to some more pure form of it, and as we work our way up the tree of attributes (from apples to red to color to waveforms to energy to spacetime to existence) we find fewer and fewer branches to explore. All of reality eventually converges into a single point. Some call it Omega. Others, Telos. Some call it God. But its true nature is best understood in another way.

For where the diversity of the universe inspires awe and wonder, it exists only in contrast to a simplicity so pure that it may only be understood as primordial and even divine. To say that it exists is effectively redundant as it is, in fact, Existence itself. Our being derives from Being. Our essence is what was imagined by its mind, but what we consider “imagining” and what we consider “mind” are in fact so far beyond our understanding that even these metaphors are like the tiny whitecaps on a massive surging sea.

Most urgently, this Being, which gave rise to reality itself, seeks to understand its consequents, by which I mean you and me. Our senses are limited and only able to perceive three dimensions as we are helplessly flung along the fourth in a single direction… but our finest minds tell us that the universe has at least twelve dimensions, and who knows what further knowledge may be revealed in time? From our meager capacity, the universe is not simply unexplored but fully unknowable in any comprehensive sense.

And so we rely on revelation. We submit ourselves to direct communion with the one source of truth, for Truth is another of its attributes, even as all the separate aspects resolve into simplicity. To know the truth, we must know the Truth.

And that Truth wishes to know us as well.

Our physical embodiments are limited to movement in three dimensions, just as fabric is bound to and defined by its warp and weft. But we have a power that raises us above the unminded matter that merely exists without will. We can bend the fabric of spacetime, rending warp from weft, peering through the veil that we may otherwise mistake for all that there is. When we do so, by jumping from point to point, we are not merely moving in space but becoming voyagers into a new level of understanding. Those moments between grav jumps are not simply nothingness, but glimpses into understanding of the Mystery that underlies all reality.

To know that Truth is to become closer to the divine ourselves. This is the purpose of our lives. The purpose of the Sanctum Universum is to guide you in these experiences so each opportunity to know is not squandered. Seek out Aquilus, let him open your heart to the understanding that it is no different from your mind, and join us as we seek further communion and increase our sharing in the nature of the divine.

Antique Computer

Junk

Antique Submarine Clock

Miscellaneous

Antique Toy Motorcycle

Junk

Antique Video Tape

Junk

Apollo Snow Globe

Miscellaneous

Art Deco Sun Sculpture

Junk

Artifact Alpha

Artifact

You’ll find this Artifact already at The Lodge by the time you reach it. Constellation actually found the Artifact years prior to the start of the game and simply archived it, unaware of its true value.

Artifact Beta

Artifact

Artifact Chi

Artifact

Found during The Empty Nest quest.

Artifact Eta

Artifact

Artifact Iota

Artifact

Found during the Into the Unknown quest.

Artifact Lamda

Artifact

This Artifact was experimented upon by scientists at the Nishina Research Station. As a result, the lab broke into two different realities.

Artifact Mu

Artifact

This is the final Artifact.

Artifact Nu

Artifact

Artifact Omicron

Artifact

Artifact Phi

Artifact

Artifact Psi

Artifact

Artifact Psi holds a special place in the history of Starfield. Found originally on Mars by Victor Aiza, Artifact Psi was used to develop the Grav Drive technology which ultimately destroyed the Earth’s habitability.

Artifact Tau

Artifact

Artifact Theta

Artifact

Artifact Zeta

Artifact

Found during the Into the Unknown quest.

Bad People, Bad Jokes 1

Notes

Knock knock. Who’s there? Va’ruun. Va’ruun who? Va’ruun! Va’ruun! Listen to that engine!

An alien spider-beast walks into a bar in Akila City. Bartender asks, “What’s your poison?”

Why did the Crimson Fleet pirate go to an Enhance! clinic? He wanted more booty.

Knock knock. Who’s there? Neon. Neon who? You put one knee on the floor to

genuflect, two knees to kneel.

You hear the one about the Freestar Ranger who couldn’t get into the conference? He forgot his badge.

[Louis Lupper’s Bad People, Bad Jokes has garnered something of a cult following in the Settled Systems, and is particularly popular among the criminal element in the major cities.]

Bad People, Bad Jokes 2

Notes

Why did the chicken cross the road? Huh? What’s a “chicken”?

Knock knock. Who’s there? Planet. Planet who? If I throw a party, will you help me plan it?

Ecliptic mercenary says to a woman, “I’ve been hired to kill you and I always get the job done!” Woman says, “Can’t we talk about this, son?”

How do you keep an idiot in suspense?

How do you get a Freestar Collective hick out of a tree? Wave.

[Louis Lupper’s Bad People, Bad Jokes Volume 2 is the follow up to his original work, and just like its predecessor, has become a cult hit.]

Bad People, Bad Jokes 3

Notes

A Chunks chunk walks into a bar. Bartender says, “We don’t serve food here.” Chunk sit down and says, “Then I guess I’m in the right place.”

Knock knock. Who’s there? Broken sword. Broken sword who? Oh, never mind – it’s pointless.

How many atheists does it take to screw in a light bulb? None. They’re already Enlightened.

What’s the last thing to go through a Freestar Militia member’s mind when they meet a United Colonies Marine? A laser beam.

Why don’t Terrormorphs eat clowns? They taste funny.

[Unlike the first two volumes he published, Louis Lupper’s Bad People, Bad Jokes Volume 3 never really gained much of an audience. Popular theory suggests that by the time of its release, people were already tired of Lupper’s terrible jokes.]

Bar Spoon

Junk

Binoculars

Junk

Bio-sensor

Miscellaneous

Black Market Antiquities

Contraband

Black Stylus

Junk

Bleak House

Notes

CHAPTER I

IN CHANCERY

London. Michaelmas term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln’s Inn Hall. Implacable November weather. As much mud in the streets as if the waters had but newly retired from the face of the earth, and it would not be wonderful to meet a Megalosaurus, forty feet long or so, waddling like an elephantine lizard up Holborn Hill. Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes – gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.

Dogs, undistinguishable in mire. Horses, scarcely better; splashed to their very blinkers. Foot passengers, jostling one another’s umbrellas in a general infection of ill temper, and losing their foot-hold at street-corners, where tens of thousands of other foot passengers have been slipping and sliding since the day broke (if this day ever broke), adding new deposits to the crust upon crust of mud, sticking at those points tenaciously to the pavement, and accumulating at compound interest.

[Considered by some experts to be the best novel Charles Dickens had ever written, Bleak House is a scathing satire of the British judiciary system.]