Backstory:
"Could you be any later?! I've been waiting all afternoon for you!"
You look up from your map and see a young Rabbot ahead of you. She is different than the others, her exoskeleton is well-polished and gives off a distinctly purple hue. You could swear her joints are connected with diamond-topped screws.
She is beautiful. A breath escapes you as she speeds towards you, leaning forward on her toes as small puffs of steam escape behind her. A dusty creature is following her, likely her pet -- probably one of those Cumulus Nimbi you're heard about. He does not look happy.
"We don't have much time and I still have to give you an overview of the repair order of precedence. You know, emergencies first, loose wires last, et cetera, et cetera, all that stuff you learned in Rabbot Repair Institute." The E-Corp Superior Rank badge around her neck states her name is Rab-Mi, Director of Emergency Repairs and Liaison for E-Corp and G-Corp Robotics. Suddenly you realize you should probably be focusing ahead of you; a look of impatience begins to darken her face as she realizes that you might not be the grunt she's been waiting for. As she speaks, you see her front paws wave around, tiny and graceful, yet nevertheless fretful.
Your only response is a dull apology, something completely appropriate for an E-Corp Grunt, but deservedly useless for one of your training.
"Come along," Rab-Mi grabs you by your elbow, pulling you past open cabinets, where you can tell at once other poor Rabbots grunts have been there before. The cabinets which are open are all empty, save a few wires and some strange fluids - one is just a little too close to your own blood, another is a weird radioactive tealish grey. What could they have possibly done with the Rabbots that weren't fixable?
"Here we have the repair tables, I've got eight up and running but give me some time and I'll 24. Things are gonna get messy this year.
I lost my eye back in '09, back when we didn't know what we were up against. If it weren't for Bunnok Methesan opening up this ward, I would have probably lost the other one. It was then I went to the same school as you -- and look! I'm running this whole thing."
You say nothing, just a small sniff as you realize you can't smell... that smell... anymore.
"Uhm, anyways... Behind you, you'll see a wall with all the tools you'll need to fix most basic repairs. Above is your lighting pad -- here, let me lower that for you." It burns your poorly adjusted eyes as you stupidly look up, like a moth drawn to a bug zapper. "That damn Diedrich has really found a way to hit us hard this Easter. I'll need as much help getting those Rabbots up and running again.
That's why you're here, right?"
Description:
"Ladies and gentlemen, beloved investors and remarkable malcontents, I give you...." The leader of E-Corp pauses and creates a grandiose swirl out of air with his right hand. All in the audience are silent in equal contempt, for being interrupted or the Easter Bunny we shall never know.
"
The D-D 1200e -- Diedrich Destroyer, 2012 Model, Software Version: EasterEgg -- with advanced anti-Diedrich deployment mechanisms and improved GPS targeting technology." The thick black curtain behind him is raised, slowly at first -- then a whip cracks somewhere in the distance and the curtain is pulled up almost too quickly. A row of sleek Rabbots are revealed, each shinier than the one before. They come in a multitude of colors, but each looks just as deadly as the next. Next a projector screen descends from the ceiling, and an image is splayed across it, which appears to be some sort of targeting system aimed at a grunt dressed in a poorly made Diedrich mascot suit.
You suspicions are confirmed as the Leader continues: "as you can see here, we have dressed up .... A nameless grunt! Yes? Yes! A nameless grunt, in Diedrich costume and absolutely
littered him with Diedrich plushies. Each and every plushies has it's own target -- and ta da!" A knife shoots from the Rabbot, too fast for anyone to tell whence it came. "He's dead, Jim!"