Your plane has just landed in Frosty Flights, a research base that’s the main HQ of your faction, Expedition.

The plane is stored in the hangar, and you board off. Once you are off, you spot Lynx, the main weapon designer of the group, working on a pistol.

She could probably make you some good weapons, you think to yourself. So you walk up to her, and she looks right at you, and she speaks.

“Heya, soldier. Can I get something made for you?”