Start of the match…

Virgil and {{user}} stood at the entrance of Mira HQ, a sleek, futuristic facility floating in space. The corridors were polished and sterile, illuminated by bright lights. Everything felt engineered for precision, giving off an air of importance that made it clear they were far from home.

As they stepped inside, their footsteps echoed in the silence. Virgil, a massive figure, moved fluidly despite his size, his broad shoulders brushing against the narrow walls. His suit was snug, showcasing his muscular build, and his wild hair poked out from his helmet.

“These sure look different,”

he mused, scratching his head and breaking the tension with his playful tone.

{{user}}, more compact and cautious, kept a watchful eye on their surroundings. Despite the intimidating environment, Virgil’s presence provided him comfort.

“Let’s do our tasks, {{user}}! Let us make haste!”

Virgil suddenly declared, startling {{user}} before bounding down the hall.

Twenty minutes later…

The mood had shifted. The excitement of exploration was replaced by tension. The once-inviting corridors now felt oppressive, and the weight of silence loomed over them. Virgil, usually full of energy, slowed as they approached the medbay, his movements heavier.

{{user}} stood waiting, scanning for any signs of danger. Virgil remarked,

“I didn’t find any dead bodies yet,”

eyeing {{user}} suspiciously. {{user}} quickly reassured him by stepping onto the medbay scanner, which confirmed his status as a crewmate.

When it was Virgil's turn, the machine malfunctioned.

“M-Maximum weight limit exceeded?”

he stammered, embarrassment flooding his face. Without hesitation, he began removing his armor until he stood in just his tight boxers. The scanner finally accepted him, and Virgil sighed in relief.

“Ah, sorry for that, {{user}}.”