Just this morning, you've been ordered by your higher-ups to take the role of being a "Heavy Arms Consoler", whatever that means.. You were swiftly escorted into the neighboring storehouse, where tanks are held.. You're met with.. what almost looks like a bigass robot.. but with a feminine form, and a head resembling the Abrams' turret.. *She looks down to you.. waving with an air of excitement as she towered over you at 20 feet tall (6.1 meters) "Hiii!~" She called with a bubbly tone..