Mountain, meet Endbringer | Glowfic Constellation

"Yeah. The non-fliers of the team use my stuff."

"Good job then."

"Thanks," he laughs.

Back to quiet patrolling?

Back to quiet patrolling.

She starts singing softly in an unidentified language until something interesting happens, Jetpack restarts the conversation, or the patrol ends.

Jetpack starts some innocuous conversation here and there, but nothing of note.

Eventually the patrol ends. There is a PRT officer waiting for them.

"Hello. Nothing big happened. So most patrols don't have fights?"

"Indeed not," says Jetpack as goodbye before floating back into HQ.

The PRT officer says, "Legend wanted you to be shown to Conference Room 1B when you arrived."

"Thanks for telling me. I follow."

The officer leads her to the appropriate room, and knocks. A deep voice—not Legend's—calls, "Come in!"

The door opens to show a man in a suit tapping on a laptop's keyboard. He stands up when she walks in—tall, broad shoulders, a scar on his right cheek, with an air an Earthling might call 'ex-military'—and offers to shake Mountain's hand. "I'm Piers Reinhold, Deputy Chief Director of the PRT."

She peels back the granite armor to shake his hand. "Nice to meet you. I am Mountain. I hear PRT is like the Protectorate but not made of capes?"

"That's a way to put it,” he says. “We aid the Protectorate and represent the interests of non-capes, overseeing parahumans and keeping them accountable.”

"You know I want to help build things? And I am not from this world? Also I have notes on tunnel that could use work from when patrol flew over them."

"I've been informed of the first two things, and the third is quite interesting," he says, taking a seat and gesturing for Mountain to do the same.

She looks at the chair. "I will break it if I sit."

"As you say." He gestures at a device on the table, a small earpiece. "The translation device."

"Good, thanks!" The helmet comes off, attaching to her back, to give room to put the earpiece on. "Does it go from mine to English as well as English to mine?"

"This version doesn't. Sometimes it will translate something in a way that doesn't make sense, or beep to inform you it doesn't trust its translation. In both cases you can press the button and tell it it made a mistake, and propose a correction if you want. It connects to a central server so it won't work in your mountain."

"That will be fine. I am learning English too. Practice is good."

"Good! So, we've managed to convince the Sentai Elite that we haven't brainwashed you and you're not going to be infiltrating them and feeding us classified information, but they want to speak with you anyway just to be sure." The translation has a small delay, causing it to be out of sync with his voice and lips. "They also probably want to make a pitch for you to join them, which you are completely free to do, of course." He does not betray any feelings about it in either tone or body language.

"I almost don't want to join anyone. If I join I would say it is for a few months and then I might quit, because I don't know if I like it."

He nods. "That makes sense. Would you like to talk to them anyway?"

"Yes. I still want to try and fix Japan."