'Hi, Rockrock! Here's a present from me to you! I was gonna whip you up a manual, but Stainless provided the parts, and his two cents are to forget about introducing this drone in writing, so I recorded you a video instead! First, you gotta open...' Rockrock comes to Rhodes Island's training grounds and, following Closure's guidance, pilots this sudden and impromptu gift. The drone nimbly sweeps through simulated battlefront, casting its tiny shadow on the floor. Excellent acceleration, excellent turn speed, excellent climb and descent speed, minimal handling delay, stable hovering. It's a fine enough combat drone already. But Rockrock has a hunch that it could be made even better. Call it a keen eye when it comes to manufactured products; call it the high standards of an excellent technician. Heading back to her dorm, she disassembles her present. In the process, she gasps with marvel more than once at its design. Only the best of the best craftwork could have created its structural chassis, with a state-of-the-art console clearly responsible for the precision cutting. Its control system's cable management looks 100% orderly, every last hair of savable space saved. The design itself was likely engineered with her piloting habits in mind. Still, the issue might lie exactly here—in the greedy pursuit of lightweight structural configuration, its cutting-edge energy sources can't output its full potential... Rockrock doesn't understand. Why would Closure design it this way? After carefully inspecting all over, she's astonished to find a tiny little box crammed into the drone's chassis, with all the parts and wiring routing around it. It's as if the designer expressly scooped out a region from an already lightweight skeleton... Opening the box to take a look, she finds a note scrawled with little pictures of both Closure and her—'To Rockrock from Closure!' Looking at the note, a wordless feeling wells up within her. It's the implicit trust that exists only between artisans—I just knew you'd find the real gift. And after extracting this second surprise, the drone's internals become a new present unto themselves—how to reconfigure them to fill this empty portion? Just tweak the motor parts? Or reshuffle the placement of each part completely? Rockrock sinks into obsessed pondering. And not to forget... where should she put her own hidden present, for the next time she runs into Closure and Feist?