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Electronics Repair Workshop

Added 2025-10-21 12:41:24 +0000 UTC

Dimensions - (10 x 8) grid squares

DPI - 200

Image resolution - 2000 x 1600 px

“Rumors say old man Chen doesn’t just fix electronics—he resurrects the forbidden. The front of the shop looks tiny and cluttered, a façade of harmless clutter, but the back hides corridors of stacked crates, humming generators, and half-disassembled cybernetic limbs. Faint neon flickers through cracked windows, illuminating solder smoke curling like ghosts around ancient monitors and broken holo-frames.

No one asks questions. Customers who come here know the risk: a “repair” might leave you with something more than you bargained for—an arm that moves too fast, a neural implant that whispers secrets, a device that remembers things you wish it wouldn’t. In Night City, ordinary decay has teeth, and in Chen’s workshop, every object hums with potential chaos.”

Hey guys,

Here’s a brand new mini location for you - an electronics repair workshop. This is place is a jack-of-all trades kind of repair shop that specializes in all sorts of gadgetry and electronics, including cybernetics. It isn’t high-end and instead has an old-world type of charm.

There are a few other battle maps that I have created in the past that lead on to this particular location. The locations listed below all have some small shop fronts that are ambiguous looking, which will easily allow you to narratively slot in this electronics repair shop.

Here are the ones that come to mind:

I hope you guys will have fun with this one. Looking forward to hearing how you’ll be integrating this battle map into future scenarios!

Here are the map variants…

Map Variants

Closed Shop

Night falls. The main roller shutter clatters down, sealing the workshop from the street. Dust floats in the last shafts of neon light. The old repairman has gone home, leaving the tools scattered across the counters, the hum of a dying generator the only sound.

Spider Drone Repair

On the central workbench, a high-tech military-grade spider drone lies legs dismantled. Its sleek black armor is scratched, wires protruding like exposed veins, servos twitching involuntarily.

Its presence in this ordinary workshop is an anomaly — scavenged from corporate warfare or stolen from a private security fleet perhaps? The faint pulse of its sensors blinks red, scanning the room…

Military Transport Crate

A massive military-style crate sits in the back corner, its surface scarred and dented as if it has already survived battle. From a small opening near the top, a single red glow pulses like an unblinking eye, cutting through the shadows of the workshop.

The seal has been partially broken, but nothing inside is visible—only that glow, steady and deliberate, that suggests whatever rests within is aware. The air feels heavier near the crate, tinged with the faint smell of ozone and burnt circuits, as if the contents are waiting, calculating, and dangerous.