A lone man, one long forgotten by all, returns to his home planet, only to see nothing but death and abandonment. Realizing the world needed him once more, he roams the Earth, finding others with the same intention as his along the way.
Brigitte: My father would love to work on such an exotic piece of armor.
Uhh....thanks?
Watching her work on the visor of the Praetor Suit in my own casual attire, I began to realize that I had given these people more trust than I should.
First the medic, now this.
Brigitte: Almost done with the suit. I recommend that you do not fight in it for at least a few days.
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Nah, that'snot happening.
Nodding to her in appreciation, Lena whizzed by me to speak, disappearing once she finished her sentence.
Lena: We're here
That wasfast.
Grabbing the Praetor Suit piece by piece, I began to store it within the vast space of the warp pack till I notice Brigitte staring at it with a sense of amazement.
What?
Brigitte: Are you...stuffing the entire suit in that pack?
The warp pack? Of course, whywouldn't I?
Nodding, she approached me and stared at the pack.
Brigitte: It just... This....thing, defies the laws of physics and mass! What is all inside this little bag?
Well let's see... guns, clothes, action figures, ammunition, a couple of body parts, umm...
Listing things off in my head, the young girl responded with a hint of excitement.
Brigitte: Come with me. Reinhardt and Papa would love to see this umm...
Doom Slayer: Warp pack.
Brigitte: What?
Doom Slayer: It's a warp pack.
Brigitte: A...warp....pack?
I nodded as the ship opened up to the outside. The cool air from within the ship was overtaken by the scorching heat of the outside, causing a rise in temperature inside the ship.
