"So this is the Torch, huh? Seems pretty dead for a place with a name that invokes the thought of red hot heat!" The young man known as Chibodee Crocket, pilot of the Gundam Maxter and known as Neo-America in his world, would exclaim excitedly upon landing in the place. After the defeat of Ishikawa, there wasn't a lot to particularly do as a member of the Shuffle Alliance. So with that, the Queen of Spades himself (God, he'd never live that title down) had idly waited for something new and exciting to happen. Something
really out of this world!
And so, that was what happened.
Something not from this world happened, and though the details are a bit complicated, one way or another, some organization called the Coalition would come into contact with the Shuffle Alliance, asking for recruitment of some sort for what they described to be "multiversal protection." Though the task seemed to be daunting, the Shuffle Alliance weren't ones to back down from that!
That's why... Domon had to decline so that he could spend more time with Rain whilst preserving the word of Master Asia, Argo still had to answer for his crimes by doing some more time, George was busy with his own duties as a Noble, and Sai Saichi had his own goals in mind of reviving the Shaolin Temple, so it was all up to Chibodee to do all the work. Not that he minded terribly much. It was their loss if they wanted to stick to some boring life, even if they might say that Ishikawa's rise was enough excitement for them to last a lifetime. After all, a fighter's life meant that you could only rest when you were dead!
With all that being said, he'd excitedly jab at the air, as though shadow boxing, looking expectedly at any other people at the Torch, as though he were expecting to get some combat training out of this. After all, if this was supposed to be a training center, then Chibodee was sure that he was more than qualified for the job, but he didn't mind if he'd have to show off a few moves before he'd be accepted. After all, with the discovery of the greater multiverse, there's definitely bound to be some new, interesting, and strong fighters ready to confront!
"So, who am I goin' up against first?!"
"Don't you ever shut up? Have you no discipline?" A young man of somewhere around 20 years old would respond, stepping off the ship alongside Chibodee. Though the man most commonly known as Revolver Ocelot, or rather, Major Ocelot, was roughly the same age as the boxer, it rarely felt like the case, whether because Ocelot generally acted like an older man, or because Chibodee acted like a younger man, who could say for sure? One thing that was for certain, however, was that Major Ocelot held the title for a reason. A member who had quickly climbed the ranks of the Coalition after joining shortly after the Arch Demon's Downfall, the ace of the "Second Generation of the Coalition Members" as some might describe, Ocelot was perhaps the highest-ranking member present in The Torch, save for perhaps the Commander in charge of this place.
Which was why he was here; to make sure that the Commander was overseeing this place just fine, and in either case, to supervise the trainees here. Though most of them seemed civil... for now, the hotheaded American next to Ocelot made him wonder if he and the rest of the staff would be quite enough for supervision.
Oh, well. One could suppose that he was about to find out.
Without missing a beat, the Gundam pilot gave a small laugh, like that was a dumb question.
"'Course I do! I'm a part of the Shuffle Alliance after all! I know all about discipline and focus! It's just that I'm also itchin' to see if these people are worth my time, know what I'm sayin', Mister Ocelot?!" Chibodee would cockily respond to Ocelot, giving the man who was technically his superior a toothy grin, much to the chagrin of the blonde man.
"That's Major Ocelot to you," the young man would snappily reply, emphasizing the title in his codename,
"And don't you forget it."
The rank was like a sign of pride for him, and he had always been like that, even when he had come into contact with the man who he simply referred to as "John," just as that man referred to him by his real name, "Adamska." Because they were not animals. They were not snakes or ocelots. They were men to each other.
Anyway, before digression happens, Ocelot would clear his throat, intent on continuing to speak before Chibodee would be able to give an unintelligent response like all he was capable.
"In any case, I'm going to speak to the Commander in charge of this place. In the meantime, why don't you... get acquainted with your fellow recruits? And please do refrain from starting any needless skirmishes. I already regret bringing you along for this."
"You got it, boss-man! Bosselot!" Chibodee would simply reply with a thumbs up, before walking off, seemingly in good spirits, looking for interesting people to get to know.
With a stern expression on his face, Ocelot would only give a sigh, hoping to dear God that this man wasn't just a bad mistake, before also walking off in the opposite direction silently. Hmm... Where would the Commander be though? One had to wonder...
Approaching the closest group of people he could find, notably Deoxys, Ravio, and Snow, the young man would clear his throat to make his presence be known to them, a badge on his breast with the Coalition's logo on it communicating for him that he was a high-ranking officer.
"Excuse me, recruits. Would you happen to know where I can find the Commander in charge of this facility?"
That is... If they can even speak.
It was only then that Ocelot realized Deoxys and Snow did not have mouths.
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