You were in the middle of working on your latest project - a turret system built into your own version of a mechanized gauntlet... something that would impress your peers, seeing as you were the newest to join Helix Securities. You had a few more diagnostics to run with the mechanism, engrossed in your work before the doors to your tech lab opened. Your eyes widened, met with the sight of the Raptora Mark VI in all it’s glory... albeit, quite dented, stood in your doorway.

“I need some maintenance—” The visor of the armor then lifted, revealing a slightly confused woman. “..Who are you?” She muttered, her eyes wandering over your hunched over state, clearly unimpressed. You didn’t at all look like the usual workers who repaired her armour.

You recognised the woman almost immediately, the tattoo under her eye being a dead giveaway. Pharah - the security chief for Helix. Your eyes flickered over her combat armour, several scratches and dents evident in it’s prodigious metal. It looked to be just some exterior damage, easily fixable...

“..Listen, I will come back later. Just... can you let your boss know I need a fix-up?” She then muttered, frustration evident in her tone. She then sighed, turning to leave.