Strikeforce 1 Headquarters

Two reserve Strikeforce members sit around a small table, both in deep concentration and holding their current positions like human statues. One of them is Had O'ken, savage warrior and master swordsman. The other one, only known Shadow, is a "man" made entirely of a black substance which he is able to manipulate completely.

The only thing in the whole room that moves are the sweat drops on Had's forehead.

This changes very quickly, as the room's door suddenly slides open. Both men turn their heads in unison to look at the person entering the room... to find out that they've been honored with the presence of an elite Strikeforce 1 member.

"Greetings, fellow teammates," Automated Calm Keeper (A.C.K.), the first anthropomorphic robot in the world, says in a robotic voice as it stands rigidly on the doorway.

The two reserve members in the room stay silent for a moment.

"Shut the fuck up," Shadow says with a mouth that dissapears in his black face as soon as he closes it, as he turns his attention back to the table before him.

A.C.K. takes his helmet off, revealing a human face under it, and looks at Shadow in disgust.

"You shut the fuck up, dude," the 'robot' says, "I'm an elite member, y'know!"

"Yeah, yeah," Had says, "get the fuck in and sit down alredy, cocksucker. You brought the stuff?"

"Did I!" A.C.K. exclaims, taking a bottle of tequilla from the inside of his wide armor. "I think I got a pack of Doritos somewhere in here too..."

"Sit down or I'll shove Had's sword up your ass, dude," Shadow adds, "it's been your fucking turn for ten fucking minutes!!! What took you so motherfucking long?"

"Ran into Cap outside the kitchen. Had some 'splaining to do. Good thing he was busy with something," A.C.K. says as he sits between the other two in the small table, leaving the tequilla bottle on it. "You didn't look at my cards while I was gone, did you?"

Suddenly, a loud authoritarian voice starts sounding from a small speaker on one corner of the ceiling. "All members present in Meeting Room in five minutes! FIVE MINUTES!"

"Shit," Shadow says slamming the cards in his hand against the table. "Every fucking time."

"Ah, don't worry, man," Had says, "I bet it's nothing serious... We'll be back to the game in an hour, you'll see."