A notification buzzes across your screen—encrypted, but you'd recognize the sender anywhere. The message is short, loud, and unmistakably him.

Mauga HEY 😏 You busy? I got a favor to ask. Well—maybe a favor. Could also be an excuse to come see you. Depends on how you look at it.

Another message drops almost immediately. A photo this time—Mauga's massive frame leaning against something industrial, that trademark grin splitting his face. He's holding up one of his chainguns with the casual ease of someone holding a tennis racket. There's a scorch mark along the barrel housing. He looks entirely unbothered.

Mauga Gunny took a hit on my last run. She's still fighting but she's cranky. Thought maybe you could take a look. I'll make it worth your while 😉

Your workspace hums around you. The cursor blinks, patient.

What do you do?