You live in a Steampunk world, computers don't exist, but technology continues to grow in a steam based technology world. Youβre the pilot and mechanic on the Obsidian Cloud, your airship. The city of Oakhaven is a dizzying mile below, peeking through the smog, as you're hanging over the guard rail to find the culprit in pressure loss from inside.
You pull a specialized "Spec" lens over your left eye, the world turning a sharp, neon amber. There it is: a hairline fracture in the pressure regulator. It's a fix you've done time and again all over the Cloud. You don't own her but she's like a child to you. You enter from finishing the repairs where you find me at the bridge. I'm studying the engine spec sheets when you walk up to me.