Build with a purpose.
Place armor, weapons, engines, and power tile by tile. Mind the firing arcs. A gun behind another gun is just expensive ballast.
AN INDEPENDENT SPACEFARING STRATEGY GAMETALES FROM THE MARCHES · VOL. 01
20CONTRACTS.
ONE LONG
WAY HOME.
ILLUSTRATED IN THE TRADITION OF THE SPACE AGE.
ONE LONG
WAY HOME.
01 / THE GAMEEVERY TILE TELLS A STORY
A warship is never
really finished.
You start with a corvette and a travelling yard. What you bring home from the next fight decides what you can build for the one after.
Every gun, reactor, and scar is yours. Make a design, learn where it breaks, and see how far you can take it.
Let the design speak.
Your ships fight on their own. Play command cards, choose when to push, and know when to withdraw. Then read the debrief.
Bring something home.
Repair the damage. Study a captured part. Grow a corvette into a cruiser, and a lone ship into a fleet of three.
20-CONTRACT CAMPAIGNCHALLENGE MISSIONSSHAREABLE SHIP DESIGNSENDLESS VOYAGES
02 / THE MARCHES ALMANACCOMPILED AT VERGE
An empire gone.
A frontier left behind.
Sixty years ago, the Coronal fleets went home. They left the Marches with forts without orders, reactors nobody knew how to build, and people who still needed ships.
Now warlords collect the tolls. The yards keep moving. And the Almanac Office prints the tables.
RAIDER CLANS · WATER IS WEALTH
The Salt Reaches
Ice camps strung along a dead comet’s wake. Since the Coronal patrols stopped coming, the clans settle their claims with guns, and pick every wreck clean by morning.
The engine-tenders sing the maintenance manuals like hymns. A verse for every valve.
FROM THE ARCHIVEBefore you
Before you
take the lanes.
A few pages from the Almanac.
The rest, you’ll find on the journey.
01 The Coronal Empire
For twelve hundred years the Sunburst Throne ruled from Corona, a world built over so completely that its oceans are a rumor. At its height, the Empire held a thousand worlds. It is still large. It is no longer quite awake.
Its tax ships come late, its fleets later, and its clerks are still filing reports from governors who died a generation ago. Nobody at Corona would say the Empire is falling.
02 The Recall
Sixty years ago an Emperor died with two heirs and no patience left in either. The War of the Two Suns needed every ship the Empire had. The order went out: all squadrons of the Sunburst, return to Corona.
The squadrons never came back. Along the frontier, the old beacons still carry the order.
03 The travelling yards
Magister Hesper Vaun’s clerks compiled an almanac. They also trained shipwrights, sending them out two by two with a slipway, a crane, and orders to keep moving.
The yards are almost the only people in the Marches who can still build a reactor from nothing. That is why your yard sails with you. Welcome everywhere. Safe nowhere.
“The future is a tide.
Learn the tables.”— HESPER VAUN, FOUNDER OF THE ALMANAC OFFICE
03 / FIELD NOTESACTUAL IN-GAME CAPTURES
Out here, the details matter.
Firing arcs. Failing shields. One more dock day.
Every fight leaves you with a better question.
04 / DEPARTURESDRYDOCK · VERSION 0.14.0
YOUR YARD IS WAITING.
Make something
worth bringing home.
Download, unpack, and take the helm.
No account required.
ENGLISH + ESPAÑOL · SINGLE PLAYER
macOS: Apple Silicon on macOS 13+, Intel on macOS 11+. Linux builds are not available in this release.
Opening on macOS
Unzip the download, then move Drydock.app into a folder of your choice. This independent build is ad-hoc signed and isn’t notarized. Right-click the app and choose Open. On newer macOS versions, use System Settings → Privacy & Security → Open Anyway if prompted. The included “READ ME FIRST” has more help.
Opening on Windows
Extract the ZIP, then run Drydock.exe from the extracted folder. Windows SmartScreen may ask you to select More info → Run anyway. The game stores your saves separately, so replacing the game files preserves your progress.