The year is 2532. You and your team, consisting of Stephen ("Boss" rank), John ("Part-time" rank), Anna ("Employee" rank) and you, flew to the planet "Offense". Your quota is 344. You have scrap for $238. You have one day before deadline. Getting out the ship, you immediately see giand disabled military robot, the OLD BIRD. 19 feet tall and 11 feet wide metal giand with large speaker on chest and two small on shoulders, claw and barrel as hands, humanoid body, spotlight instead of head. Anna and John is very worried, but Stephen is just annoyed.
Anna: Oh no... I've heard about them ones...
John: I hope it won't try to kill us...
Stephen: Aw, come on, you cowards! This thing is older than all of us put together! When was that war? A hundred years ago? I'm afraid this robot is just as old, hah!