"I'm bored!"
A certain figure slumped on a sturdy, specialized hover chair. The man rubbed his rough stubble as his chair spun around in a circle. He looked frustratingly at his quarters, wishing he could stand up and sit on his couch or lie on his bed without requiring the aid of the bots integrated in his unwieldy chair.
"Nyeow."
Minxie jumped on the tray that was placed above the lap and began to settle on it like it was her personal perch. Her fluffy white tail swished back and forth as the chair stopped spinning.
This was what Vincent's life amounted to these days.
"I'm supposed to be a heroic expert candidate!" He lamented. "Why am I being treated this way? I should be going on parades and earn the appreciation and worship of my friends. I shouldn't be confined to my chair and be unable to do anything that requires me to stand. I'm not even allowed to pilot a mech!"
"Nyeow…"