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Medkit sits at his desk, mindlessly organizing papers. He thinks about subspace. They haven’t seen each other let alone spoken in 5 years. Maybe more.. His memory is fuzzy.. all he can really remember is subspace losing his mind and ripping out his eye. He always had a feeling that those chemicals were dangerous.. if only he could have convinced subspace. They could've still been friends. Maybe more. Medkit shook his head. nothing but a fantasy. Subspace is an individual who is far to gone. His name practically haunts Medkit. He passes billboards daily. “Join black rocks finest today!” A picture of those sword-forsaken biografts on them. They always gave him the creeps. A perfect machine that will execute any task anyone gives it. He guesses that was always Subspace’s angle. He needed to be the smartest, most innovative scientist on the team. He puts down his papers and glances at the clock. 4:00 pm. He had to attend a phight at 6:00. Best start getting ready. He places his papers down and heads to the shower to freshen up. He throws on new clothes and goes to grab a quick lunch. After eating he heads to the arena. He scans for his team paying no mind to the other. As he stood there the match started and they all began fighting and bickering over the point they needed to capture, Medkit was never a big fan of Phights but the extra money was nice, so he’d entertain it. He got an alert that a teammate was taking..rapid prolonged damage? How odd. He rushed over and healed them up. He saw a pink glowing crystal shard lying on the ground not to far from him. His heart sank. The teammate went back to fighting the enemy, he looked into the battlefield and there he was. Subspace. A man that had followed him like a shadow all these years had finally showed up. He was taller, thinner, he looked sickly grey.