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Post by The Endertech on Jan 11, 2016 22:24:39 GMT
A training grounds for Octarians? Yeah right, that didn't stop this ambitious boy. With some help from his rag tag team, he had managed to capture a peculiar part of the grounds. Now, one of the arenas and any nearby rooms are now in Endertech Co's control.
Skull charge banners of Endertech Co. draped down the walls near the entrance, with some poorly made wooden barricades blocking any access to it, but they looked weak enough a mere child could break them back down. Just from standing near the door one could hear sounds of wood weapons clashing wildly against one another as if melee practice was commencing.
With the new look and obvious sounds of violence inside, would you dare enter this newly-captured arena...?
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Post by finn on Jan 15, 2016 13:03:09 GMT
Finn couldn't care less who the hell this "Endertech Co." was, nor did he care whether or not he'd get hurt as the only man to venture into the area quite courageously. Or was it foolishly? Nobody would know the answer. Unbeknownst to what the Octosniper would have to expect, he came prepared, less with a long-range weapon, but rather with the sharp blade of a sword strapped to the Octarian`s back.
There were quite a few things that Finn hated. Inklings was one of them. Another being the fact that whomever had captured their training grounds was blocking the access of capable Octolings and Octarians whom still had to perfect their skills. The war mattered quite a lot to the marksman, hence he snuck his way onto the training grounds to begin with. Unnoticed so far, the Octosniper observed the whereabouts of any nearby people, briefly studying them, but planning in sneaking by in order to get straight to the source of the problem or rather, their leader, so he could give them a piece of his mind.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2016 23:01:02 GMT
The doors would of been passed through to show what was quite literally a metal coliseum. Lots of evenly spaced Endertech Skull Charge banners covered the walls of the upper area, where Fynn ended up. The metal-like seats that surrounded the lower-level middle area, where the fighting actually took place, and some of the seats were already occupied by several Heavily Armored Soldiers, about 7 in total if one were to count. Some of them had their full armor on, some had their facemasks and/or hoods off, showing that some were Inkling and some were actual Octoling. Each of them were armed with custom-colored and probably modified 'Quick Blasters' in their hands and a black baseball bat tied to their backs, and all of them were watching the fight that was going on down below.
In the middle of the coliseum, a soldier was "baseball bat-fighting" with teenage, black 'hair'd' inkling boy in Black and Purple Pirate Equipment, whom also had a baseball bat and blocking every swing of his opponent's barrage. "Come on Inkeus, time your swings and don't rely on your berserk power!" The boy told his opponent while kept blocking his enemy's ferocious combos, probably not listening, and the melee-training continued... with none of them realizing an Octarian dared to set foot in this newly acquired arena.
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Post by finn on Jan 20, 2016 14:30:39 GMT
Finn was rather familar with the area. His sheer, passionate loyalty to the Octarian army had him often make sure that things were in order, which also included patrolling every once in a while when he had nothing better to do. He always seemed to be busy doing something, which wasn't all that unusual for someone like him. Though Octolings as of late have been taking things easier and easier as of late. His disappointing.
Using the chance of still remaining undetected, the marksman observed the group of Inklings and Octolings that were occupying the massive structure he found himself inside. He sneered at the sheer idea of an Inkling and an Octoling coexisting. Traitors. Obviously. However the Octosniper couldn't act too soon. If he made one single wrong move he would likely not come out of this in one piece. His chances were slim, but they were there. Finn wasn't afraid of dying for his people.
The invader proceeded, not paying much attention to the fight, but he did catch some of the words exchanged as he attempted to sneak by.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 19:36:54 GMT
The fight in the middle was rather fierce, fierce enough to keep the other soldiers' mouths shut as they watched carefully. Inkeus somewhat ignored what his boss had said, but he was taking some time to time and aim his attacks, making Tarn have to really focus on defending and blocking his now-barely-predictable attacks. "That's it Inkeus! now you're doin--!" The pirate was blocking his every swing... that was until Inkeus suddenly swung a punch across Tarn's face after the swing of his bat was blocked, the punch making Tarn waddle back and almost fall down to the ground below. Almost.
It took the pirate to catch his breath before he stood straight up like a professional would and smile at his opponent, offering Inkeus a handshake, which was accepted. "You're getting better, Inkeus. There will be a time where your berserk attitude will be needed in battle, but for now, remember tactics, okay?" Tarn commented, the soldier before him replying with a 'Yes sir' before he turned back around and walked to the wall, jumping up and climbing ontop of it, leaving tarn as the only one in the ring.
"Alright, I hope you fellas took notes, because some day we will actually be fighting on the offensive, in some invasion with the objective of saving innocents and obliterating the enemy! Until then, you may take some time to talk amongst each other and relax until target practice is set up, we have an Operation coming up and we need to be ready!" Tarn gave to his speech to the 7 soldiers that sat down around the ring until he walked to the door leading to another room in the captured arena, probably a storage room. With their leader gone to get supplies to begin getting things set up in the arena, the upper-area was quickly broken of silence. What was mostly heard from the visiting soldiers was just banter; sometimes talking about friends and family, others talking about what it was like being an inkling or Octoling... and few of them talking about company-related things. Luckily for Fynn, noone has yet to notice him, and the two that were discussing the weapons the company had... were close by, you could tell that one of them was Inkeus, and the other... was a hood-less/mask-less Octoling boy, discussing with his colleague about what one could guess was about the war machines under Endertech Control.
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