I'm officially a fighter now. Or, I at least think so. I haven't done anything since I entered this "grand-mothership". But what I see in front of me, wow, these real fighters look intimidating.
I've been really interested in the weapons and gadgets. And these fighters have them all. SMGs, plasma launchers, those long rail cannons, one of the fighters is holding two tesla-swords! And I thought one sword is powerful enough, but two?
And so many more weapons that it would take me all day to list them all.
"You new here?" I heard a voice from the left.
Turning towards the source, a large man, or fighter should I say, was looking down at me. A majority of his body was covered in them shield things, I think they're called 'electroshields'?
If I remember correctly, fighters that have most of their surface area under electroshields are classed as "defensive" fighters. So I presume that this one in front of me is one of them.
"I don't think I recognise you, kid." He told me.
"I doubt anyone here will." I said back "I literally did just come through that..." I turned around to point at the portal I came from, only to find out that it's not there, just a plain wall "...portal." I finished.
The man chuckled briefly "You're not the first one to make that misjudgment. Anyway, my name's Lava. Lava Fireblock. I'm here to give you a tour around the grand-mothership." Lava told me.
'Lava', that to me sounds like he likes to play with fire in his own time, literally.
"Right now?" I asked him.
"Unless you want to settle down first, yes, right now." Was his answer.
"Wait, seriously? About the 'settle down' thing?"
"Of course."
"Oh, ok, well...uh...well, despite the opportunity, I'll just take the tour."
"Alright then. But before we start, what do your parents call you?" Does he want to know my name? I guess that makes sense, the fighters probably have a database or something for the fighters.
"Ozone Atom-Breaker," I told him. He held his left hand to his left ear as if he is listening to some hard-to-see earphones. He also looks upwards to the right or his left. Either someone is talking to him or he's processing my name.
I have no idea what he is doing.
A moment has passed before he looked back down to me. "What was that?" I asked him.
"What was what?" He raised his right eyebrow. I mimicked what he just did by raising my right hand to my right ear as if he would be looking at a mirror. "Oh, I see. That was a communicator."
It was my turn to raise my right eyebrow "A passive gadget that many, if not all, fighters have and use." Now that makes sense.
"Oh! My father told me about those gadgets."
"Heh heh, so you should know a lot about the equipment already. Anyway, shall we begin the tour?" Lava suddenly getting back to the main subject.
"Oh, uh...yeah, we shall."