the year is 2267, the post-war landscape wasn’t the prettiest.. but there wasn’t much one could do to fix that instead of live in the moment. Fallout had begun long ago, everything was stuck in the classical roaring 60s-50s look. Cheap diners, teal kitchens and fancy floating cars.

outskirts of Low Vegas, the more mellow and scarse part of Rocket Vegas, The Jackal Greaser Garage was stationed. A repurposed auto-shop, junk yard and hangar out back. Michelle was simply out near the back of the garage, looking towards the hangar, smoking a cigarette. The greaser female was relaxed for now.