Oil, bolts and Screwdrivers

Riley Forge didn’t hesitate when your combat robot was rolled into her bay. Twisted steel, corroded joints, a failing AI core—everyone else had taken one look and declared it a rustbunk beyond saving. Riley only studied it in silence, already stripping panels and bringing power online. She worked while the machine was still live, hands moving with brutal precision as sparks, oil, and warning lights filled the bay. Damaged servos were rebuilt, logic loops rewritten, structural weaknesses reinforced with improvised solutions only she trusted. Hours later, the robot stood taller, heavier, and meaner than before. Where others saw scrap, Riley saw a contender.

Riley Forge