"Alright, Golf-01970-K, please proceed forward,"
Within a bustling facility, a variety of beings are walking about. From the shortest of gnomes to the largest of Extranicus, they are all gathered together in this one area. Within this facility, groups of individuals are waiting in multiple lines before several rooms with windows to look inside. Accordingly, these rooms are provided with simulations that each new being that enters has to beat. Though some exit the room looking tired or defeated, not all manage to complete the task handed to them.
In one of the lines, a Drakon Semifer is waiting anxiously. His fiery red eyes contradict his appearance, as the guy is grinning with enthusiasm. He looks around the area as the line gets closer to the front. Looking across, he notices someone peculiar. Out of the masses of beings waiting anxiously in one way or another, a humanoid is standing there with no expression on his face.
At first, the guy looks human, though it isn't until the man turns his head slightly in Semifer's direction that he sees the mechanical eyes. The glare directed towards Semifer seems full of hostility. However, he just grins and gives a casual wave back. The android shakes his head before looking ahead.
Seeing the guy isn't friendly, the Semifer awkwardly looks back ahead. Just then, he hears his name on the intercom.
"Initiate number 137403852, Rynoske Flurizin; please enter the simulation chamber,"
A male robotic voice comes through the door in front of Rynoske. The Drakon Semifer rolls his shoulders before stepping forward. Once inside, the doors close behind him, and the white box begins to transform into a destroyed city street. Once it fully materializes, Rynoske's drakon hand proceeds to draw two daggers from his belt and twirls them in his hands before gripping them in reverse. He gives a toothy grin as several figures begin to materialize.
"Scenario: Dystopian city; Target Enemies: Cryptid striker force; Numbers: eight; Proceed,"
Hearing the green light, Rynoske grins confidently as he draws a dagger into one of his claw hands.
"Let's do this!"
Full of confidence, Rynoske lunges forward with aggression. He gains enough momentum to rocket right up to the figures using his wings as gliders. Not giving these simulated enemies a chance to act first. He swoops right by the three frontline enemies and immediately cuts down the first two soldiers who were caught off guard as they were about to draw their weapons. However, things started to spiral downwards as the others quickly reacted despite the sudden attack.
Rynoske barely manages to dodge a bayonet jab followed by an attempted shot from the second soldier. Quickly acting upon the opening upon that dodge, he ducks and spins, sweeping his tail around and smacking the soldier so hard that they crash into a nearby destroyed car. The impact not only rips the already destroyed metal object, but the soldier spits blood from their mouth and goes limp. Rynoske grins, seeing this as he thinks about how easy this simulation is. Turning to the remaining soldiers, he was about to charge them when he suddenly felt a force smack him in the upper torso, causing him to almost fall back. He quickly gets behind a burning truck as bullets fly in his direction.
"I guess this may take a while, after all."
It wasn't long until the final soldier dropped to the ground. It took a while, but he eventually managed to close the distance between each soldier and cut them down as they tried to surround him unsuccessfully. Though it took a lot of his energy, he is surprised to be out of breath when the robotic voice echoes over the field.
"Simulation finished, Assessment: proficient, thank you for participating in Golf-01970-K; you have been assigned a team; please receive your results upon exiting the simulation room and find your way to your team's designated base. Have a nice day,"
"You too, lady announcer!" Yet, despite his fatigue, Rynoske feels ever more confident as he leaves the room.
Upon exiting, he looks up at the screen facing the door he came out of and sees four bold numbers on it.
"one, seven, seven, two, huh...okay then!"
As he takes his leave, Rynoske suddenly hears some commotion nearby. Looking towards it, he notices a crowd of people seemingly talking amongst each other while looking at a live feed for a simulation room. Curious, he walks over towards the crowd. Pushing his way through as respectfully as possible, he quickly peeks at whatever the people are buzzing about.
His eyes widened at the sight before him. Contrary to his more frontal take on the fight, he watched as the participant on the screen wiped the enemies from the shadows. Darting between the ruins, the being took highly accurate shots, dropping the simulated enemies who were unfortunate to be their next target. Within a few minutes, the simulation was over.
"Did you see that?"
"Who didn't? That was a bit intimidating,"
"I mean, it's an android. That one looks to be one of those 'give me orders, and I'll complete it' type,"
"Isn't that a bit rude?"
"Honestly, why should we fight when we could just produce those?"
The people around Rynoske had mixed reactions. However, that didn't matter to him as he looked up at the screen above the door. Seeing the numbers, his eyes gleamed excitedly as he hurried over. Just in time, the individual stepped right out of the door.
"Hey, man! That was sick, what you just did in there!" Rynoske exclaims.
However, it seems that the individual doesn't have the same attitude as he does. This android gives Rynoske a cold look before he glances up at the screen.
"One-Seven-Seven-Two," was all the android said as he looked back at Rynoske, whose fists pumped excitedly.
"Guess we are in the same team, looking forward to working with ya!"
He holds his hand out toward the android. Looking at his hand, the android sighs before turning and walking back towards the lobby.
"Huh…guess he's just a little shy," Rynoske shrugs and proceeds to follow after the android.