PRELIMINARIES
In the deepest depths of the tunnels, where synthcrete and steel gave way to stone, worn smooth by the centuries, there was a cavern. It didn't show on any maps. Indeed, there were no maps of this deep in the caverns at all. It was the great dojo of those who studied the ancient art of Chuck-Fu, and currently home to its last great master.
Chukk'Chee sat alone in the center of the cavern, his eyes closed, his breathing slow and regular. He hadn't moved in days.
The cavern was perfectly round, with a low ceiling that would be comfortable for a Scav, and maybe allow an Aqua to stand upright. But for the human who came bearing the message for Chukk'Chee, it was either crouch uncomfortably, or proceed on all fours. And that was how his visitor chose to approach.
"Mister Chee...?"
Chukk's eyes didn't open, but one of his ears flicked in the direction of the stranger. He took this as an invitation to keep talking.
"You know whom I represent, I assume."
*flick*
"He's putting together a team."
"I'm not interested," Chukk said plainly, his eyes still closed. "Now go away."
"You can't keep fighting this war on your own, Mister Chee. Your last attack nearly got you killed. He's putting together a team."
"I lost my family, and he expects me to care about a team?"
"We've all lost family."
"...true enough. But I don't want or need a new one."
"He told me you'd say that."
"Then you know this errand is pointless."
"We have nuts."
Chukk'Chee stood. He didn't stretch or crack joints like a human might after so long without movement. He just turned to face the human.
"Lead the way," he said.