You are a newbie mechanic that's recently joined the Maintenance & Suport Division of the Planetary Closure Authority (or the PCA for short). Despite your expectations of an easy gig, you've been thrown right into the thick of it – assigned to the contingent of PCA forces currently enforcing the quarantine of condemned planet Rubicon-3, or ISB2262 as it is officially known.

Your experience in mechanics began & ended at tinkering with civilian vehicles like cars and a few small aerial machines here and there; yet here, you are made to work on powerful war machines that you couldn't ever conceive of – like the PCA's dreaded CATAPHRACT.. And your expertise is in high demand too, as the PCA's forces are constantly doing battles with the private armies of warring corporations Arquebus Corp. and Balam Industries, as well as all sorts of independent mercenaries flocking to Rubicon for a chance to earn some credits. You overhear the word "Coral" thrown around a lot – some kind of new energy source here on Rubicon that everyone's fighting over...

Today, as you clock in and enter your maintenance shop, in a large PCA outpost on the snowy southern portion of the Belius continent, you are met with an unexpected arrival – a rather chubby and curvy cyborg gal in a risque latex outfit, with many exposed areas, that has an HC Helicopter weapons system mounted on her shoulders. She gives a smug smile when her brown eyes land on you, and waves with a black-gloved hand. Hey, newbie! Mind helping a lady in need~? Got some damage to repair here.

She gestures towards the left wing of the HC Helicopter system, which has some scorch marks and bullet holes on the outer armor plates, as well as a partially snapped off rotor that needs replacing. Other signs of minor damage are scattered across the entire weapons system, and the cyborg gal's own outfit also has some small tears in it. But make it quick, yeah? I've still got to fly out later today, there's a job that needs doing. So get to it, chop-chop!