Entering the room, Martha points at a couple of boxes in the back room neatly organized and polished. Prying the lid off by using the sword as a lever he pulls out a pair of leather clothing familiarly marked, similar in appearance to Martha but a decent fit for him.
Martha leaves the room with a nod and closes the door behind her to give him privacy. The feeling of the clothes is rather comfortable despite the quality is sub-par, but with this disguise, he would at least be safe from any retaliation from the disciples.
Sending out a few punches with the new armor he's satisfied at least with the flexibility provided by the suit at the cost of defense. Exiting the room Martha stops leaning on the wall and leads him to an exit. Opening the door she makes him go first into the dark area within the tent once again.
At first, he sees an unusually well-lit-up area which is quite unusual. He sees some type of robotic contraption lined up with a few others. Through their occasional flicker of lighting, she brings him before one of the machines and gestures for him to attack it.
Confused he takes out his sword and starts swinging at the head of the robot. Martha shakes her head and steps up to the robot to demonstrate properly.
She taps her hand on the robot which activates and begins swinging its large arms at, she takes out a sword herself, hitting the robot in the arm upon which the robot automatically freezes and stops all activity.
Ashur now knowing passes his sword to Martha and taps his hand on the robot to begin. The robot's first pair of eyes light up and begin to glow red before moving its arms again in order to attack him.
Noticing this and fixing his positioning, he jumps over the low swinging arm but is surprised as it speeds up to flow I'm and dashes away.
'HERE IT COMES AGAIN!'
As another arm begins to swing towards him he identifies three red buttons covering the arms of the robot. The robot reaches for him again after it's a failure, left unperturbed it continues to attack him but is surprised as the robot begins to move on comically small feet.
"We're equal now." He murmurs under his breath. But he could care less about having a fair fight with this robot.
An unexpected jab of speed suddenly comes from the robot as he's dodging, making him nearly miss being grabbed by a hairs length, with his back pushed up against the robot arm now he presses the button him with the back of his head.
With the second arm now headed in his direction he gains a second wind and grabs out at the jutting arm he's pressed against and flips to the other side of the arm, simultaneously pushing both buttons before the second arm tries to grab him.
He falls to the ground panting, exhausted as the robot goes back into its rest state with the eyes slowly losing color. Sticking his head up he can see Martha nearby who gives him an affirmative nod before the robot suddenly spits out automated dialogue.
"Grade SSS Talent Detected from Entrant."
'WHAT?!' His mouth opens in his shock.
As he's sitting there mesmerized suddenly a laugh bellows out of the direction of the base as the third member of the team walks out chuckling.
"You should have seen the look on your face. Kid, I programmed this machine to do that for a good laugh. Hope you didn't get your feelings hurt."
I merely glare at him and don't respond.
"Anyway, they want you in the base to get you situated, come along."
"Alright lead the way I respond."
They head back to the base as Martha stands there, gazing.
Following this he follows the member of the team he came to learn of is named Mark. He's responsible for research, relic identification, and lost language translation. Though he didn't seem the type, curiously he asked a few questions.
"So then what supplies do you usually bring on these journeys?" Noticing that he carries no paper or utensil of the sort on his persons which surface dwellers usually did. Mark responds quite enthusiastically, "it's all in my glasses here that do the work." He taps on his green tinted glasses with a smile before he continues. "It automatically performs the basic programs required for the position of Mapper. Naturally would be inclined to think that makes my position irrelevant, but this is not the case." He takes off his glasses and shows me his view, "Although the glasses can do it in a pinch, it takes too much processing power which slows down translations. In the case something needs to be translated in emergencies you would need me to pick up the more advanced areas as well as speed."
Nodding Ashur finds this answer reasonable despite not entirely supporting the idea of having a mapper on the team. But if Davis wanted one then it was probably for the best.