My first attempt at an ongoing fanfiction... though I'm not sure just how ongoing it will be.
Blues stood near the edge of the cliff and leaned against the broken wall of an old, ruined castle, which was destroyed many centuries before his time. His eyes scanned over the scenery before him, the sun dipping low on the horizon; painting picture-perfect golds, pinks, and reds across the sky. The wind picked up and sent his goldenrod scarf streaming behind him. His thick black hair wisped around, a strand or two occasionally fell over his sapphire eyes. He signed and kneeled to pick up his crimson helmet. "It's about time I get back." He mumbled to himself. He lifted his helmet above his head, and just as he began to lower it, a low hum sounded and a thick laser shot toward him; it shattered the blackened visor of the helmet and sent the headgear sprawling out of his hands.
"What?!" Blues unslung his crimson-trimmed white tower shield from his back and brought it around in front of him as he turned toward the direction that the laser came from.
"Seems my aim was a bit off." Said a figure that stood several yards away from Blues. A cocky smile spread across its face as it lifted its arm-mounted laser rifle, pointing it directly at Blues. "But don't expect me to miss again!"
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Blues asked, as his right hand transfigured into a buster cannon.
"The doctor thinks you're not trustworthy anymore, so he built me to dispose of you!" the figure said, and a second later, another beam streaked through the air.