Donned in his monk robes, Danny had only his fists and a ridiculous sense of right and wrong to back him up. He didn't see a need for impromptu weapons when his fists have always been good enough. Maybe if he'd had access to a good pair of Nunchaku or a decent sword but nothing at the inn had suited him.

The pod was strange, the first that Danny had seen of its kind, but it wasn't as strange as the sense of plunging into the ground. He'd spent a great deal of time in the Himalayas mountains but the only time he had entered a place this deep had been during the trials. His back tensed and after a moment of unsteady breathing, Danny centered himself.

Once they were out of the elevator things felt more normal. It was a room with lights. They just had to figure out what it had been used for.

Danny was looking around before turning to face the man who had addressed him. He nodded his head once and jogged over towards the door. Owen was correct in assuming that Danny was not a mechanic. "Do you think the door will open?" He missed having a fist that could punch through any door.