Huis left Mike and Hajime behind and approached God Love Omega, who was seated at a large table with Professor Darnell. Drinks surrounded them, and a small crowd of Martinas were eagerly serving the pair. Professor Darnell basked in the attention, loving every second, while God Love Omega politely declined their attentions, exuding a calm confidence.
Leaning back in his chair, God Love Omega looked cool and collected. “That fool Professor Darnell here thought I couldn’t hit Mike from this far.”
Professor Darnell chuckled, “Yeah, bro, I underestimated your ass. For a second. Just for a second.”
Huis pulled up a chair, intrigued. “Really? What’d he bet you?”
God Love Omega smirked. “He forgot I was a Striker before I went Pro as an Enforcer. Three-point goal shots were my thing, man.”
Huis leaned in, excitement flickering in his eyes. “I’ve always heard stories about how Siege plays out, but man, to hear it from a real legend... What was it like? Striker to Enforcer?”
“Man, back in my Striker days, it was all about speed. Zero-G makes you move like a ghost. The only thing in your way is whoever’s fast enough to intercept. It’s about precision—split-second moves.”
He paused, glancing over at Professor Darnell, who nodded along. “You know what I mean, dukes?”
“Bro, you were out there like a fucking rail gun. Too clean, but I ain’t seen you up in full Striker mode in years. Figured you got soft. That’s why I bet you. Knamean?”
God Love Omega laughed, leaning back even further. “Soft? Man, I became an Enforcer for a reason. Those Backs and Defenders couldn’t keep up. You know what it's like to break through two layers of defense, slam through someone twice your size, and still manage to score? It’s fucking Hot, bro. Heat.”
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Huis, fully invested now, leaned forward. “What made the shift happen, though? Going from Striker to Enforcer is a crazy leap. One minute you're shooting the ball, the next you're crushing guys up against the sides of the sphere.”
God Love Omega shook his head with a smile. “Strikers get the glory, but an Enforcer? You’re the wall. You’re the one they fear. When I made the switch, I was taking people out like they were nothing. And once I started bringing that Heat, well, I became the most valuable player out there. I could smoke and I could shoot. One-man army.”
Professor Darnell laughed, lightly punching God Love Omega’s humongous bicep. “Yeah, but those Striker days were wild, huh? You were sacking up bitches like Santa Claus, quick and sharp. Now look at you, smashing through any muthafuckas in your way.”
Huis glanced between the two men, feeling the camaraderie but curious for more. “Alright, so what was your favorite match? The one that sticks with you?”
God Love Omega grinned, reminiscing about a legendary match where he went head-to-head with another Enforcer. He described the intense physical confrontation in vivid detail, dropping Siege jargon like "holding the line," "targeting playmakers," and creating openings that had the entire arena captivated.
Huis nodded, absorbing the energy of the conversation. “So, Striker’s the finesse. Enforcer’s the muscle. What about Playmakers?”
God Love Omega paused, giving a nod of respect. “Playmakers are the real minds behind every good match. You think I’d have been able to body through a defense if I didn’t have someone on the field planning it all out? They see the whole field.”
Huis finished his drink, satisfaction playing on his face. “Alright, Omega, what’s it gonna take for this Disastronaut thing to get real Heat? You think this trip’s going to have any actual challenges?”
“Challenges? Man, I’m here for it. But if it’s just a game, I’m out. It better get Hot.”
Huis watched God Love Omega crack his knuckles, his focus on the potential heat of the mission palpable. Darnell, ever the jokester, cracked up beside him. Huis nodded to himself, pleased with how the scene played out, hoping the chemistry between these two would be absolute gold for the show.