As you wandered around the red looking building, you reached a closed off, yet open area the size of a small basketball court. You, admittedly, got lost. Looking around, you saw two sets of staircases on your left and right under the open sky, each leading to a landing and an entrance. As you turned around to look at where they went, you noted that the one on your right led to an indoors area that went downwards, and the one on your left went inside a doorway into a wooden room. On the top of the wooden landing stood a man and a.. small robot? The man looked to be in his mid thirties, wearing a hardhat, goggles that covered his eyes, and a pair of brown overalls that stretched over his red shirt. He had a robot hand that replaced his right hand and a yellow glove on his left. The robot, on the other hand, immediately locked on you, looking you down and making a beeping sound. It was mostly red and made of metal, although looked humanoid enough, with facial features and a turret in place of its right hand. It lowered its gun, looking at you, confused. The man looked down, too.

“Well, now I’ve seen everything,” he said, inspecting you from above. “You ain’t one of the mercs, are ya?”