(Pre-Show) The Dojo

[Doomguy]

There's something impressive about an entire dome super structure dedicated to just a gym. Extremely ineffective, and I'm sure a engineer from my own world would have had a conniption at the sight of it, but impressive none the less. It had everything that a person could want out of a public gym, the equipment, the large open mats, the faint smell of man sweat and spray deodorant soaked into the walls and floors. And ceiling. Don't ask me how it gets there, it just always does. I walked in half expected to be assaulted by the sight of man bros in little banana hammocks, but to my joy that the place was as empty as the media crew said. Good, I could catch a few Zs in a corner and get a shower. I still smelled slightly of death even after I wiped the blood off my armor.

However, it wasn't long until I spotted the only other person here, a small child like figure who at that point was occupied with one of those machines that you hung upside down in. How she was keeping her skit up right was a complete mystery to me. I walked over to her and stood tall, and she glanced over to me. If she had any feelings about the green armored soldier that stood about 10 feet away from her, it was hard to tell with those eyes. It looked like she was eternally bored.

"You're Guu, right?" I asked, and she kept the same face.

"Aren't you a little green to be a stormtrooper?"

"Huh? Oh, right, the helmet." I pulled the protective gear off my head, revealed who I was, and gave something that could possibly count as a smile. "If I remember correctly, we need to talk over a few drinks"