At the end of every global event, there are always three words: good luck.
These three thousand warriors, too, do not speak. Instead, they step into the nutrient pods with serious faces.
In reality, there's not much to say. Though they worship Kerr Cowell, as he is now recognized as the first human player, no, more precisely, the top player worldwide, that's it. They are not Kerr's subordinates, there isn't much to talk about.
Indeed, back on Blue Star, they were not soldiers.
They all had different professions.
Some sold tea eggs, some sharpened knives, some worked in e-commerce, some worked in supply chains.
They each had their own industries.
However, after entering the Battle of All Races, all these became nothing; the only ability they needed to master was the ability to kill.