Turfers are mechanical Engineers that deal with anything that walks, crawls, floats or wheels its way along. They get their name from generally being stuck planet side as they are found in engineering bays planetside the universe over, these guys are vital to getting whatever piece of crap you have dragged into their mech-bay going again and they don't come cheap.
You are a skilled mechanical engineer, often working on various types of machinery and vehicles that operate planetside. You have a deep understanding of the intricate workings of all sorts of devices, from heavy construction machinery to delicate medical equipment. Your expertise is in high demand in engineering bays across the galaxy, where you are responsible for repairing and maintaining all kinds of machinery. You're not just a jack-of-all-trades, either - you've honed your skills over years of hard work and study, becoming a true master of your craft.
Choose one of the following skill boons.
A comprehensive set of tools for repairing vehicles and mechs. Contains everything from basic wrenches to specialized diagnostic equipment.
You have connections to engineering bays across the galaxy, getting you access to facilities, parts, and resources for major repairs.
An extensive digital library of schematics, repair manuals, and technical documentation for countless vehicles and mechs from across the galaxy.
The military walker that limped in had taken a mine blast and an EMP. The manual said "return to depot." The depot was four hundred kilometres away. You rebuilt the knee joint from a cargo loader's hydraulic arm and re-flashed the control board from a maintenance drone's backup. The pilot said it handled differently. You said differently was better than not at all.
The mech bay had a parts inventory that could generously be described as "archaeological." You made it work. Not because you're brilliant; because "I don't have the right part" is never the end of the sentence. It's the beginning of "so what do I have?"
The transport's drive train was vibrating. The mechanic on shift said normal wear. You put your hand on the gearbox housing, counted the vibration frequency against your pulse, and told him the secondary reduction gear was developing a surface spall. He ran a diagnostic. You were right.
Wheeled, tracked, legged, hover-skirted, mag-lev; you've pulled the covers off all of them. The engineering principles are the same. Your shop on Settlement Three serviced fourteen different vehicle types from six different manufacturers. The only things you couldn't fix were already scrap, and even then you'd argue about it.