Condition: Normal HP: 1
It had been a trick.
At the time he'd been excited. It'd had been a good time. He'd been at a club celebrating somebody's birthday. Truth be told it had been a number of people's birthdays.
Truth be told, it had been a number of clubs. It had been fun and interesting. Many songs, many dances, the stories of hundreds of people shared with an inebriated joy.
When he'd been approached by a League handler he'd been less than interested in leaving. After all the mission they wanted him for wasn't until the following night.
But when they'd offered to take him into outer space?
Space, the final frontier, as the television had declared, was the last unmapped part of existence. And he'd never been on a space station before.
It had sounded exciting.
The truth had been fairly disappointing. There was no space ships full of adventurers in uniforms, no ongoing space battles, no hangers full of starfighters with plucky pilots, and no seedy bars full of aliens. It had been endless sterile hallways, with every interesting part hidden behind a locked door that they couldn't go through.
The tour had bored him to tears, and eventually he abandoned the handler to go sleep on a couch that had been left unattended in an observation lounge. Waking up a few times had resulted in him finding not much had changed, and even multiple trips to the cafeteria had been filling, but lacking in entertainment.
When they'd woken him up for the mission he'd been extremely excited. Finally a chance at action, adventure, and an exit from the space station.
"What-ho, fellow adventurers!"
He booms with a cheerful laugh as he enters the room to join his teammates, "I hear that glorious battle awaits us."