H.C. was led to a gigantic room filled with bright lights and fancy computers. At the back of this room was what looked like some sort of control panel, with a screen above it showing a map of the world. Before this panel was a chair, no, a throne, and upon this throne, gazing down at her, was an imposing man in a fancy red outfit with a hat and a cape and a dastardly look on his face. There were two other people in the room. One was a handsome man with a snake tattoo on his chest and a long, braided ponytail. The other was a really rough-looking guy, wearing a blue tank top that did little to hide his muscles. H.C. wondered why it seemed like only half of the most important men in this army were actually buff.

"What filth!" cried the handsome one, his expression having contorted into a look of sheer repulsion the moment he laid eyes upon H.C.. "Her face is sullied by wounds and marks! She's hideous!"

The evil-looking guy on the throne glanced over at the handsome guy before speaking. At least, it might have been a glance. His eyes had no pupils, so H.C. could only guess based on the slight tilt of his head.

"Silence, Vega. We're here to discuss what to do with our little uninvited guest. Save your remarks for later."

H.C. let out a quiet "Um...", not really sure how to respond to all this.

"... I assume you're Lord Bison?"

"Ah, has my influence reached the youth of the world? Does the next generation already know to respect my name? Magnifice-"

"No, the skinny guy mentioned you twice, that's all."

"..."

Bison gave her a deadpan look, prompting her to sutter something out with an awkward grin.

"B-But don't worry, I'm sure you'll be a household name soon!"

Before he could speak, he was cut off by the rough-looking guy who stood across from Vega.

"Right, are we gonna do something with this rat or what?! I didn't come here to just stand around and listen to her quips!"

"Hmm, the brutish Balrog actually has a point. What a peculiar day this is turning into."

"Hey, why don't you take those words, an' your fancy mask and claw, and shove 'em all up your-"

"Enough!" Bison declared, standing up from his throne. "Allow me to make the first suggestion, if nobody else will. Why don't we make this girl an assistant? An extra pair of hands to help with our ongoing project."

The thin one eagerly stepped forward upon hearing this, moving in front of H.C..

"Oh! Oh! Even better than that! Let's make her one of the Dolls! She'd be perfect for it!"

Bison smirked, appearing to like the idea, while H.C. tilted her head, looking over at the thin guy.

"The... Dolls? What are they?"

He turned around to face her, an evil look of his own forming on his face.

"Oh, don't worry too much about that, nye heh heh..."

"Wait!"

Everyone in the room paused and looked over at the bald man, who had suddenly interrupted.

"Come to think of it, I could actually do with my own personal assistant. Someone who could help with the maintenance of my headquarters, given how... Destructive my training can be."

"Well, as long as she doesn't have to go anywhere near me," responded Vega, "then I don't have any issues with that. What do you think, Lord Bison?"

"I must say, this is new. You never mentioned needing or wanting someone to help you out... But very well then. Young intruder, you shall now be Sagat's assistant. Do you object?"

H.C. thought about it for a short moment, before shaking her head.

"Good. Then get to it. And everyone else, get back to work."