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"Oh, my. You are such a fine specimen, if I say so myself," the figure says, the pitch sounding exactly like that of that woman that abducted me. Though they seem to be in an environmental suit as well so I can't exactly distinguish if it is true or not. Which makes me wonder if there's a problem with me being out in the open without a suit.

"Whas going on?" I try to speak.

"You'll get used to the mouth, don't you worry about that. It takes most people a little while to wrap their heads around that. The standing thing is simply the control chip that was embedded. Your body is more than capable of moving quite well. Your brain, however, has not yet caught on to the differences," She moves over to me and starts punching in something or another into a nearby wall, not even seeming to really look at me all that much. "The chip will take control and move you until you are able to do it on your own, which we'll be putting you through a tutorial as well." Once done punching in things into the wall a small compartment opens up, revealing what looks to be a set of clothes. She pulls out a complete set and places them beside me before walking a few steps away and turning around. "I'm going to turn off the control chip for now. I'd advise you to go ahead and put those on. Don't worry, I won't peek. I can, however, use the control chip to force you to garb, but then I would have to look."

The moment the control thing goes away I collapse down to my hands and knees, having once again lost the ability to stand on my own two feet for the time being. Yet I could tell I was already able to sort of stand up for a few seconds before I fell, meaning that bit of control did help me get the hang of this body a bit. I could try and argue with them for a while, but I figure that I'd be better off at least getting some semblance of dignity back before anything else, even if it means being compliant. The first thing I feel the need to search for is a pair of underwear and I crawl over to the clothes that were provided. Not entirely sure what it's going to look like or even if they are providing me with a pair I start picking up the garments and sorting them by apparent purpose.

Thankfully, the outfit does include underwear and it looks fairly loose underwear at that, practically like a slightly modified pair of boxers. Finding that to be the most important thing I go about putting those on and thankfully my new body doesn't make putting these on all that much harder than normal. I do find that instead of like a tail hole or something the outfit just handles it by having it dip under the tail, meaning unless I'm trying to pull them up too high, they'll just sit under the tail and not make contact with it and the elastic should still hold them in place. And more importantly in some regards the underwear is tasteful. It's not some special pattern but rather just a simple pair of crimson boxers. Though the entire outfit seems to be some combination of a gold like color and a dark crimson. Next is what I'm assuming to be an undershirt. I see a few articles of clothing that seem to be shirt in regards to hole placement I don't see much in regards to options. But since I figure shirts are easier to deal with than getting pants onto these strange legs I go about slipping the shirt over my head, a task made significantly more difficult than normal with my much longer nose. Though once on I feel it slightly and notice just how high the thread count this outfit seems to be. Everything seems to be of an almost silk-like quality, and yet I notice as I put on each layer of clothing it doesn't really feel all that hot, meaning it breathes pretty well on top of that. I imagine the outfit would probably have cost me a week's salary to pay for it and they're just giving it to me.

"You've been chosen to be a representative of your planet in the MSBA. The form you currently possess is the champion of Earth that's been selected for you. I picked you because you passed all my tests and give me every indication of not only causing little fuss from your disappearance but also you gave every indication that you will likely to well for what I have for you."

"Whah Em-hess," I start to stammer, still half putting on clothes since after getting the pants it's clear that it isn't so much options for an outfit but one very elaborate outfit with a lot of different parts. Thankfully if I ever had to use the bathroom I'd have little problem getting it out. Using it, however.

"The MSBA. Multi-system battle arena. Basically, it was decided that fighting wars in the way your kind still does it was inefficient, unpopular and more importantly unprofitable in the grand scheme of things. It's just so difficult to truly use a conquered populace if half the work force are dead and most of the buildings and resources are destroyed. Far more civilized and entertaining to simply pick a few champions and have them fight it out. And that's where you come in. You represent about a billion and a half of the humans on your planet. You win the fights, your number goes up and more people get transferred to our side. You lose fights, and your number goes down and people get under control of others. And they are allowed to do anything they want to those of their populace or the resources involved. But that is all you truly need to know for now. Our side is a lot more hands-off as it were. We'll take what we need but otherwise don't interfere. Others aren't so nice. So if you want to protect earth, fight for it and win. Or don't and be personally responsible for a fifth of your planet being potentially turned into sex slaves or something. Your choice."

I have my entire outfit and make an attempt at standing up again. I'm not all that particularly steady as it is and still am having significant trouble being able to stand still, but it is a step in the right direction. Now at a decent ability to look I am probably a bit taller than the other individual and they are leaving themselves completely open for me to potentially attack her if I was so inclined. But at the same time there is the simple fact that I do have that control thing in my head, meaning at a moment's notice she could simply take over my body. The first thing I need to do if I want any chance of escaping this place is to figure out how to get it out, assuming of course it's not rigged to go boom the moment I do so. Add to that even if I did attack her, it's not like I could get anywhere anytime fast. I'm struggling to stay upright as it is. Trying to attack someone at the moment is so far outside my capabilities that I'd probably end up hurting myself in the attempt instead.

"Done dressing?" she says after apparently not hearing me make any motions on the clothes or some other queue that I'm giving off. "Good. Then let's proceed to the tutorial area. I do apologize for taking over your mind again for now but it'll help you learn how to move far faster this way."

And then suddenly I feel that burning sensation in the back of my neck and my body starts moving on its own again as she leads me out of the room. The odd thing about it is that not only is the motion not under my own control, but the motion isn't at all that stiff. To any casual observer it would probably seem like I wasn't under any control at all. But then again, if I am a form of entertainment now it'd be in their best interest to find a way to control people such that it is as unobvious as possible. It actually ends up taking me a moment or two before I notice that she hadn't taken over my entire body, which does definitely give me more information about what all they can do. My legs are completely out of my control, as is the tail sticking out of my back, though I don't know how much of that is simply me not knowing how to control it yet. But other than needing to stand up straight I don't have any trouble moving my torso or arms. As such, trusting my body will go where it wants without any real input I begin to take a look at my body and the outfit. As many layers as I have on, it's actually very thin and breathes very easily. I also notice that it moves very well. I swing my arm and even do a sort of pseudo punch to the side, getting a feel for how it moves and it doesn't feel at all restrictive in any regard.

"Nice, isn't it?" she says, apparently having been able to tell what I had been doing. "It does have to adhere to a certain aesthetic value but I'm sure you'll be quite satisfied in how much attention was put into being not only functional, but also comfortable and durable. Each champion's outfit is specifically tailored to their own unique physiology. There may be some alterations made later to it like color embellishments if you ever get established onto a Gold rank team or higher. But that can most certainly wait for another time."

I take the moment to consider my body a bit more with nothing else to talk about with my outfit. Hopefully it's not just this one outfit that I have to wear. Even if they aren't nearly as nice as this one I would most definitely want to have some variety in what I am allowed to wear, though who knows with these people.

"Whai ahm I halm?" I think to ask after a moment, noting how the fact that I'm not freaking out more than I would have imagined considering I've been abducted and transformed into some sort of monster for some sort of blood sports it sounds like.

"Why are you calm? Quite simple really, the gas you were being given in the chamber had a bit of a sedative in it. Inhibits emotional response, nothing more. Your body should metabolize it out of your system sometime in the next few hours. It's just so much better and simpler getting people acclimated to their new role when they aren't in hysterics."

Their answer seems rational enough. I'm sure I'll be able to panic about everything later on, once I've already been trained on how to actually use my body. Still seems almost a violation of some kind, even if it was something that makes sense logically.

"And if you're wondering we have left your mind completely alone. Well almost. We modified the part of your brain in regards to your senses. Your senses are far stronger than they were before and your brain needs to be modified to account for that. We've also adjusted the language center of your brain so that you can understand people here. It's unfortunate that you will likely no longer remember your old language, but it's far preferable to have that and have you able to communicate than leave you completely intact. But we have not touched your memory or personality. It's nothing to do with ethics and everything to do with performance. Simply put, a rational, creative mind is far better at producing results and staying alive than a living machine, for that's what you are. We could have perfect programming put in place and make you our perfect little puppet. But then you'd be predictable. The other sides would be able to determine exactly where you're going and react. The flaws in your ability to think, small details flavored by your memories are what's going to keep you alive because you won't always do the most efficient thing. And it's a hell of a lot more interesting to watch."

I reflect on this a bit and look at my body in regards to the potential for fighting. It doesn't really look like a body that would do all that well in a fight. I mean it's in a far better condition than my body, but doesn't exactly feel all that powerful. I feel fairly light and fit, but it's more the kind of fit of being able to be on my feet walking or even running around for a good long while and still be ready to keep going. It does not feel particularly fast. I feel fairly light, especially in comparison to before. And granted with that thing in my head controlling every motion my legs make I can't exactly get a good feel for the specifics. But the muscles from earlier and even now as I'm moving doesn't feel like they're barely being restrained from me going incredibly fast. It feels like I was fit and capable for running at a moderate pace for a few hours but wouldn't win any races. On top of that my arms are in a very similar condition. They don't feel at all strong. Definitely very lean, as does my stomach which doesn't really feel like there's any fat in it at all. But my arms don't feel particularly fast, they don't feel at all strong. And the very showy outfit makes me really wonder what kind of blood sport this is going to end up being.

It is while examining my body and how it feels that I finally notice something, eliciting a quick little laugh from her when I start taking advantage of this information. Whenever I am actively trying to do what it wants me to do anyway, the pain from that control chip goes away. It seems that the control chip only really takes over when I am not doing what they think I should be doing. So long as I am behaving the chip quiets down and goes inactive. And right now, my own order seems to be to follow her so long as I am actively walking with her the chip gives me back full control over my body. Though naturally I am still not that good at using it all that much and it keeps taking back over to catch me up. I also notice that we aren't exactly taking the most direct route we could. We're practically taking the scenic route through the underbelly of this place and in some regards I understand. She said she was taking me to some sort of tutorial. But what better way to get me to learn how to walk and use my legs than by simply having me walk and use my legs and learn by conditioning how to keep up with her. Eventually though as I start to truly get the hang of how this body moves and am starting to wonder how far away it'll let me go we seem to arrive at a large set of very thick doors and she stops right in front of it.