A lone female mecha pilot, dressed in a copper-plated leather corset and an intricately tooled brass_skirt, stands atop the shoulder of her majestic mech; her leather-gloved hands grasping the hem of the mech's shoulder armor for balance as the wind whips through her curly brown hair. The evening sun casts a warm orange glow on the participants, casting her silhouette against the softly glowing instrument panel that dominates the mech's arm. In the background, the sprawling metropolis of New Babbage stretches out in a patchwork quilt of clockwork factories, Gothic spires, and steam-powered streetlamps, as if an industrial God had scattered gears and cogs in celebration of progress. To the pilot's left, the line of the mech's knee joint forms a hardness contrast between the curvaceous metal armor and her slender neck; her eyes simultaneously marvel at the vast, sinuous shape behind her and fixate intensely on the void ahead where the horizon meets the cloud-veiled sky, indicating that the mech, her loyal companion, will soon breach the ethereal frontier as she prepares for takeoff once more.