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New Character Profile created.....beginning DCTr process...........process 15% complete. Memories terminated. Accessing neural adaptation interface........process 33% complete. Creating anatomy............syncing neural consciousness.........process 60% complete..........uploading artificial memories.............process 80% complete. Searching for Eridani connection..............Connection found. Uploading character..........................process 95% complete. Upload complete. Final diagnostics check: cleared. Upload 100% complete.
Awaken.
A small artificial bell gave a series of staccato electronic beeps, shaking Apsis awake. He wasn't sleeping, exactly, but he felt an odd lull in his perception, as if he had spaced out for a brief moment. He glanced down at a small necklace he held around his neck, and grasped it tenderly. He had had this necklace in his inventory for some time, and it comforted him.
He surveyed the area he sat in, which was about as large as a locker room. It was a stark white, with monitors adorned on each wall. Black ornamental stripes carried with them the words Official Arena Combine - East Lounge. Long, sleek white couches, coffee tables, and vending machines decorated the space, all colored a minimalist white or gray. Other players sat around, either idly chatting, remaining silent, or checking their UI. A small computer sat in the corner, acting as an access point for chests if any player needed it. The monitors panned lazily across a series of names and faces. Apsis saw his after a moment of watching. Each score currently sat at zero. Not for long, he thought.
Returning to his own space, he lazily swept his right hand across his field of vision. A soft blue screen, holographic and semi-transparent, was immediately brought up. This was his UI, quite similar to any other. He glanced at the options available to him:
Social | Inventory | Skills | Apsis
Simple and concise. Some folks liked to categorize ad nauseum, but Apsis preferred his layout. Simple, easy to remember, and fast. He tapped the category containing his name.
A small model of his body was brought up, along with health diagnostics. His HP was steady: 45/45. Good. He glanced at his level, which currently was 1. Makes sense. They would want everyone going into professional play to be the same levels, even starting from the Combine. That way, the duels, target practice, and speed tests that were about to be performed by everyone in the room could be balanced, at least somewhat. He glanced at his stats, and abilities. This screen is what each guild recruiter would see during his performances. It better look good.
He swiped the UI away, where it dissolved with an electronic buzz. Nothing much more could be done, now. He had prepared enough. Now he just had to be ready for whatever came his way.
