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The scene shows a fortress outside of the known space and time. Inside, a young man in a green praetor suit is shown in one of the rooms.
"I have taught you everything I know."
The boy grabs a shotgun and loads it with a few shells before holstering it.
"You are now ready to carve your own path."
He then grabs a few more weapons: a heavy assault cannon, a rocket launcher, a gauss cannon, a standard super shotgun, and a chainsaw.
"Inputting coordinates for the Sentinel gateway now." Said the voice of Vega, the program than ran most of the tech in the fortress.
"I am proud of what you've become, and now our return to our old home will begin."
A portal on the other side of the room activated. The young man turned to the portal, taking his helmet and putting it on.
"You are the future of our kind, my son."
"Be careful," said a robotic voice inside the helmet; the voice of Samuel Hayden: "The world outside of this one is far different, but the evil creatures that live here are still incredibly dangerous.
"Relax," the young man said: "I've got more than enough firepower to handle them."
"I've taken the liberty of modifying your weapons to be compatible with the fuel sources of this world, to help ease things along." Hayden said.
"Thanks, doc." Then the young man began to head for the portal.
"Good luck. And be advised, the only way we can get you in there is through the Sentinel tomb; you may have to muscle your way out a bit." Hayden said.
"Noted." The young man said, taking out his shotgun.
"Remain strong. Be their shield, and destroy any evil that stands in your way."
The young man cocks the shotgun before running into the portal.