From the Premise
It took five world wars over three worlds and a couple of moons to finally fubar everything bad enough that the wasteland wet dreams of post-apocalyptic fiction became reality, and not just on one ball of dirt. But the sweet rides of battle have come a long way since the days of crotch rocket road warriors! Whether landing on the Larsian Glass Beach to fight off petri-dish ice monsters, trying to take Bartemis Station from the Tscientists Cult, or defending one of the Dust Cities circling Iupiter, there’s a place for a mech pilot in this verse!
You are the proud owner of a mechanized battle-suit. This provides you a certain degree of martial superiority envied by your average foot soldier. Congrats! Travel through wastes and dirty space to take on jobs earning yourself a hot plate, a cot to squat on, or whatever strikes you as striking it rich in this life of rough and tumble desolation both terrestrial and cosmic in scope!