Nikhil

At 6’4 280lbs, old grey hair Nikhil was an intimidating force in any room, perhaps that’s why he felt so at home with the suits. On the night of Reinhelm, Nikhil sat alone, working on the motor of an old right-boot, the first boot he ever practiced with. Now that He’d settled into his new, slower lifestyle of contract repairs and consulting, he finally had time to work on passion projects again. The boot was the final piece of his old suit, originally given to him as the first soldier to enter the upper echelon of this new era. Maybe tomorrow he could take it out on the training courses, everyone will be off, so I’ll have some peace, it works out perfectly’ he thought to himself.

Three bangs echoed through the warehouse; someone was at the front door. He checked the camera, didn’t recognize the figure pictured on screen and so he put on the suit just in case. The boot will have to wait, hopefully this was a peaceful visit, and he wouldn’t have to do any in-air maneuvering.

‘State your business’ Nikhil spoke over the intercom.

‘I seek the savior of Ceta’ The stranger replied.

‘Fuck off’

‘Wait! We have reached Reinhelm, collapse is imminent.’ The stranger rushed over their words ‘We have agents on the way with The Codex, but we’ve lost contact, you need to find them’

 ‘I couldn’t give less of a damn soldier; I’m going to die soon regardless of what happens’

‘It’s Izayah”

Nikhil turned around and slammed open the door.