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Inkling Commander
Hello! Welcome to my first ever fanfiction! I have no idea why I'm using exclamation marks!
If you guys have any constructive critique, feel free to post.
If you guys have any constructive critique, feel free to post.
Shen woke with a gasp, his X-marked hand reaching instinctively to protect his face. Looking around the room in a panic, he let out a sigh. He was in his Octarian Laboratory located near Octo Valley. Getting up from his bed, he went to the washroom, and stared into the mirror. A grim reflection glared back, he bent towards the mirror, investigating the scar that marred his face. It was a steam burn that he gained back in the Great Turf War.
“I wish I never created that Weapon...”
He tried to transform into an Octopus, only thing he accomplished was achieve searing pain. Shocking him back into his Humanoid form, he tumbled into the tub, hurting his back in the process. He clambered up from the tub. Leaving the washroom into his large bedroom, he put on a set of new lab clothes, it had a dark fuchsia Octopus with an ‘X’ marking on the chest. It signaled that he was an Octoweapon Pilot of Old, not that his ‘X’ scarred hand didn’t announce it for him, it would’ve been a sign calling for respect... if it weren’t for a certain DJ.
He opened the door and walked out of his room... right until the door slammed back on him, getting up while groaning; he reopened the door and found a dazed Octoling. It was his lively apprentice Wayna, holding a metal box. She was rubbing her head, her face looked slightly flattened. She had the same exact outfit as Shen, although it was lacking the ‘X’ marked Octopus, instead a Reaver-Bot was shown glaring at the person she was facing with its gleaming purple eye.
“Oh, hello Shen, ow...” her voice was slightly nasal, probably a byproduct of her flattened face. “How has your day been so far? Mine was good, at least until I got my face remixed.”
“Mine has been wonderful, than you had to sprint into my door. What is inside that box you have there?” He pointed to the metal box Wayna cradled in her hands.
“This? Oh it’s just a side-project I was working on. It’s a prototype of the chemical water we made for the Manifold-Bots. I dubbed it Melta-Water! Pretty cool huh?” She proudly stated, giving a beaming smile. That had a chipped fang.
“Is that so? I want to see it.” Shen asked.
“Oh you can’t, it’s highly reactive and will boil in contact to air. It has capabilities of reaching 356.7 Celsius in just a few seconds.” She warned, backing away quickly as if scared.
“Well than, show it to me later.” He snapped.
“Will do!” Wayna quickly ran off. Shen promptly shook his head. “Kids never learn...”
Wayna let out a breath of relief. She quickly ran to a storage room, it was dimly lit. Most of the lab’s maintenance were done by cleaning bots, which bore a resemblance to a horseshoe crab. Setting her box down, she walked into one of the dark corners. Then she began pushing a heavy metal crate, after 10 minutes of backbreaking effort. She finally got it near the light, Wayna entered in a code on the crate. It opened, folding onto their respective sides. It revealed a curled up Reaver-Bot, but this one didn’t look like the others. It had a more modern edge to it, a difference from the other bots which had an old Samurai appearance to them. Kneeling down to the smaller box, she opened it. She did have the Melta-Water, two in fact. But there was also a Manifold Core. Picking up the small rectangular chip she inserted it into its head. Suddenly the Gleaming Eye turned on, it rose up from its ball position and examined its surroundings.
“I have awoken. What are your orders Creator-Wayna?” The bot asked, peering at her as if it had a million questions to ask her.
“First off, please don’t call me ‘Creator’ I just modified your hull.” She corrected the bot, she fumbled for a piece of paper. “01000101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01010011 01100101 01101101 01101001 00101101 01010011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01010000 01110010 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100011 01101111 01101100 01110011”
“Affirmative, I am wiping temporary data now. Activating semi-Sentience protocols.” The bot’s eye blinked out for a minute. Wayna looked behind her, relaxing slightly to find no-one there.
“Where am I? Creator, why are you here?” The bot’s memory was blanked.
“Listen up Legionnaire. You’re in a storage room, relax and give me your right arm.” The Legionnaire did what it was told, holding up its arm to her. She reached into the small box “Probably shouldn’t give my semi-sentient robot killing machine ammo for its gun...” Wayna murmured. She loaded a tank of Melta-Water into the fore-arm.
“Now extend your arm fully, I need to check if it’s okay.” Again the Legionnaire did what it was told. “Good.”
It flexed its hand, then reached down to its side and pulled an Ink-sword out. It held up the sword, examining it in the dim lighting, “Even better! But Legionnaire I need you to vow me this: Never under any circumstance harm these three.” Wayna held up a picture of two grinning Octoling kids and their mother, in front of one of the rides at the Octo Carnival.
“I vow this.” The Legionnaire held out its hand, as if to shake her hand.
“Um... Thanks, but I’m gonna have to pass that up.” Wayna said, declining the handshake. The bot's hand retreated and it said.
“What is my next objective? What is... my name?”
“Your next objective is to take these two out of the lab and take them to Inkopolis, capital of the Inklings. As for your name, it would be Legi. I think it’s cute don’t you?” The bot just stared blankly at her. “Oh right, no humour.”
Legi stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Wayna in the maze of crates. “Legi stepped on the flashlight...”
“I wish I never created that Weapon...”
He tried to transform into an Octopus, only thing he accomplished was achieve searing pain. Shocking him back into his Humanoid form, he tumbled into the tub, hurting his back in the process. He clambered up from the tub. Leaving the washroom into his large bedroom, he put on a set of new lab clothes, it had a dark fuchsia Octopus with an ‘X’ marking on the chest. It signaled that he was an Octoweapon Pilot of Old, not that his ‘X’ scarred hand didn’t announce it for him, it would’ve been a sign calling for respect... if it weren’t for a certain DJ.
He opened the door and walked out of his room... right until the door slammed back on him, getting up while groaning; he reopened the door and found a dazed Octoling. It was his lively apprentice Wayna, holding a metal box. She was rubbing her head, her face looked slightly flattened. She had the same exact outfit as Shen, although it was lacking the ‘X’ marked Octopus, instead a Reaver-Bot was shown glaring at the person she was facing with its gleaming purple eye.
“Oh, hello Shen, ow...” her voice was slightly nasal, probably a byproduct of her flattened face. “How has your day been so far? Mine was good, at least until I got my face remixed.”
“Mine has been wonderful, than you had to sprint into my door. What is inside that box you have there?” He pointed to the metal box Wayna cradled in her hands.
“This? Oh it’s just a side-project I was working on. It’s a prototype of the chemical water we made for the Manifold-Bots. I dubbed it Melta-Water! Pretty cool huh?” She proudly stated, giving a beaming smile. That had a chipped fang.
“Is that so? I want to see it.” Shen asked.
“Oh you can’t, it’s highly reactive and will boil in contact to air. It has capabilities of reaching 356.7 Celsius in just a few seconds.” She warned, backing away quickly as if scared.
“Well than, show it to me later.” He snapped.
“Will do!” Wayna quickly ran off. Shen promptly shook his head. “Kids never learn...”
Wayna let out a breath of relief. She quickly ran to a storage room, it was dimly lit. Most of the lab’s maintenance were done by cleaning bots, which bore a resemblance to a horseshoe crab. Setting her box down, she walked into one of the dark corners. Then she began pushing a heavy metal crate, after 10 minutes of backbreaking effort. She finally got it near the light, Wayna entered in a code on the crate. It opened, folding onto their respective sides. It revealed a curled up Reaver-Bot, but this one didn’t look like the others. It had a more modern edge to it, a difference from the other bots which had an old Samurai appearance to them. Kneeling down to the smaller box, she opened it. She did have the Melta-Water, two in fact. But there was also a Manifold Core. Picking up the small rectangular chip she inserted it into its head. Suddenly the Gleaming Eye turned on, it rose up from its ball position and examined its surroundings.
“I have awoken. What are your orders Creator-Wayna?” The bot asked, peering at her as if it had a million questions to ask her.
“First off, please don’t call me ‘Creator’ I just modified your hull.” She corrected the bot, she fumbled for a piece of paper. “01000101 01101110 01110100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01010011 01100101 01101101 01101001 00101101 01010011 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01010000 01110010 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100011 01101111 01101100 01110011”
“Affirmative, I am wiping temporary data now. Activating semi-Sentience protocols.” The bot’s eye blinked out for a minute. Wayna looked behind her, relaxing slightly to find no-one there.
“Where am I? Creator, why are you here?” The bot’s memory was blanked.
“Listen up Legionnaire. You’re in a storage room, relax and give me your right arm.” The Legionnaire did what it was told, holding up its arm to her. She reached into the small box “Probably shouldn’t give my semi-sentient robot killing machine ammo for its gun...” Wayna murmured. She loaded a tank of Melta-Water into the fore-arm.
“Now extend your arm fully, I need to check if it’s okay.” Again the Legionnaire did what it was told. “Good.”
It flexed its hand, then reached down to its side and pulled an Ink-sword out. It held up the sword, examining it in the dim lighting, “Even better! But Legionnaire I need you to vow me this: Never under any circumstance harm these three.” Wayna held up a picture of two grinning Octoling kids and their mother, in front of one of the rides at the Octo Carnival.
“I vow this.” The Legionnaire held out its hand, as if to shake her hand.
“Um... Thanks, but I’m gonna have to pass that up.” Wayna said, declining the handshake. The bot's hand retreated and it said.
“What is my next objective? What is... my name?”
“Your next objective is to take these two out of the lab and take them to Inkopolis, capital of the Inklings. As for your name, it would be Legi. I think it’s cute don’t you?” The bot just stared blankly at her. “Oh right, no humour.”
Legi stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Wayna in the maze of crates. “Legi stepped on the flashlight...”
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