Heading out on a basic sortie, you truly had nothing particular to expect. All you'd been paid to do was maintain the safety of a site out in the snowy wasteland that Rubicon-3 had to offer, which on paper should be simple enough.

Of course, nothing was ever that easy.

About an hour in, an unidentifed AC had arrived suddenly, laying waste to most of the MT's on-site and damaging much of the facility.

Now face-to-face with the machine, it's head turned to look towards you, the dim red of its visor staring at you silently.