TOTAL DRAMA TERRA

Hey guys this is Lane19. Archer and I are joining forces to post our (meaning his) stories in , mainly with him writing stories and me editing/co-writing them. No doubt that many of you are even gracing my stories section because he has been assaulting several forums all over the site talking about his stories and NOT here to actually read MY stuff :P so here's something he wrote and edited himself I haven't done much with it except look at it. We both want to see how people react to his writing style. Don't worry tho I WILL be editing and co-writing an upcoming story, than I'm really excited about. But for now let's see what he can do on his own.

Just Remember: I DID NOT WRITE THIS

Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks or Total Drama Island. I also do not own any of these characters. Hell, I don't even own this story. I'm just posting this so Archer will stop harassing me with non-stop phone calls asking me "Have you posted it yet? Have you posted it yet?" since he doesn't have internet (dramatic revelation music/startled gasps from the disembodied audience) well HERE YA GO! :P

Ok now for his disclaimers:

TOTAL DRAMA TERRA!

Chapter 1 The Auditions!

AN: Ok this story only exists thanks to the help of many, many people. My best friend Lane19 for posting this, Mysgrl7 for actually starting a forum to help me put it together, and all of the authors that have allowed me to use their creations. I hope that I can do your characters justice here.

Disclamer: Disclaimer: I do not own Storm Hawks, and never will. They are the property of Asaph "Ace" Fipke and made by Nerd Corps Entertainment, however I DO own Kai, the Shadow crystal and a portion this story. I also do not own Total Drama Island, it is the property of Jennifer Pertsch, Tom McGillis and Teletoon.

Credits

As I said above, I only own a portion of this story, that portion is Kai and his Shadow crystal. The rest belongs to the following.

Tigger and Aladd are the property of Mysgrl7.

Rondana is the creation of MissDedodakes.

Shadow is the cool creation of ShadowQueen25.

Scarlett was created by the ever ready LoveFlame. (Thanks for helping me relay info to the forum.)

Marina is the creation of fellow gamer enthusiast Star Wars nut.

And last but certainly not least, Fate is the grand creation of ShadowHawk91

This chapter is dedicated to Mysgrl7. Thank you for all the help that you and your forum have given me in creating this story.

"Speech"

"Thought"

Chris MacClean, age 28 was sitting in his office enjoying a nice quite afternoon. He had been an Executive Producer now for a few years and was enjoying his life close to the top.

BANG

"Hey hey what's the idea? You can't just barge in here! This is a private office, what are you doing!...Sir?" Looking up Chris saw one of the few things in life that scared him, the owner, his boss.

"Our ratings are in the toilet, and something needs to be done, something that will grab people's attention and not let go. So we have decided to return to an old classic, a reality show." The large man looked down at Chris to see what he thought.

"Well, sir, that might work, they were a real hit about two hundred years ago, and they might work wonders again. What did you have in mind?" Chris of course was uneasy. ("Alright you old gas bag, what do you need me for?")

"We're going to put a bunch of people, mostly kids on some God forsaken bit of land in the middle of nowhere, put up a few buildings and call it a summer camp. The show will be based on the all time chart topper, Survivor!" The man finished with a flourish, clearly expecting Chris to be impressed.

"You mean that old classic where they leave a bunch of people in the middle of nowhere and watch them desperately cling to survival and/or wish for a quick and painless death?" Chris was, less than impressed.

"That's the one; there will however be a few changes. Namely there will be a host to interact with the cast and serve as a branch between the contestants and the viewing public." The man crossed his arms leaning against the wall.

"Man do I feel sorry for whatever poor sap you put on that detail. I doubt he'll last a week before quitting." It was at this time that he noticed his boss had a gleam in his eye. "Oh no, no no no no no. I worked my up here and there is no way I'm going back to doing field work.

Time skip ten minutes

BANG

The film room door slammed open, casting bright light on the few people that worked inside. Anyone close by could here Chris talking in an extremely sarcastic undertone. "Where over budget bla bla bla, we have to make cuts because I'm too important to take anything out of my eight and a half million salary." Chris stormed to the back of the room where the possible contestant's tapes were being held. "Whoa, that's one big bag." Chris starred in horror at the sheer size of the bag. "I'm supposed to watch all these? You can't be serious!" Walking behind the monstrosity he pushed it over and watched as Message crystal after Message crystal poured out of the enormous sack. "Ok, we'll just go through these, if anyone has any complaints you're fired. Dump the rest into the wastelands." He quickly placed the crystals into a carrying cart and went to the small entertainment center at the back of the room. "Well, might as well get started."

Picking up the first Message crystal he read the name on the side. "Aerrow, of the Storm Hawks? Weird name, oh well." He put the tape in and started it up.

The screen quickly showed a young teen probably around sixteen, eighteen at most with dull red hair and crystal blue eyes. "My name is Aerrow, and I appreciate you considering me for this challenge. I believe that I would do well since I am the youngest person to have ever passed the Sky Knight trials and become knighted. I have successfully lead a squadron now for three years and have defeated the Dark Ace on quite a few occasions. I have good leadership skills and more than enough survivor skills to get through anything you can through at me. I hope that this could prove useful in helping not only test my skills, but help to build team working skills between my squadron as well. As for the prize money..." At this point the young man scratched the back of his head. "Our carrier is in bad need of an overhaul, and the council won't let us use their repair facilities since we are not an official squadron. Anything left would go towards the vacation I've been telling the team they'd be getting for the last seven months. Hey! Finn WATCH OUT!"

The screen went blank and Chris guessed that was the end of the recording. "Hm not bad, if we put him on air it should get us some of the female demographic, and I like his confidence." At this he smirked. "I wonder how long it will take to break him." A short laugh later he popped the next Message crystal into the player.

This time when the picture came into focus it showed a young man in his early twenties. He had longish blond hair that was pulled back into a pony tail and his bright gold plate armor blazed like the sun. "Are you sure this thing is on? It is? Oh, well um. Yes. I am Harrier, Sky Knight of the noble and glorious squadron of Terra Rex, the Rex Guardians!" At this point several trumpets sounded in the background. "I have continued the proud and honorable tradition's set forth by our grand and illustrious!"

PZZZSHSH

"Ok, I'm going to say he's in just so I can watch the other contestants turn him into a lump of bruises. Who knows, maybe he'll survive a week." Pulling the Message crystal from the player he tossed it into the waste basket at the opposite end of the room, a perfect shot.

Picking up the next crystal he didn't even bother to look at the name before placing it into the player. The screen quickly cleared up and Chris nearly fell out of his chair when he realized who was on the screen. It was another young teen, but this one was a dark purple haired girl.

"I will make this brief and to the point. You know who I am, and I could care less who you are. I have been the leader for an entire nation for several years now so I have more than adequate leadership skills. I can guarantee that your ratings will be high since I have the power to force all Cyclonians to watch this program under penalty of death if disobeyed. As for what I would do with the money…sigh" At this point the young girl picked up the camera and panned it around to show her throne room. It looked like a miniature monsoon had hit, followed by a herd of wild buffalo and a frat party. "As you can see, my palace has suffered extensive damage in a recent battle. I require funds to repair it and the royal treasury is insufficient to do so. I hope you will make the wise decision and accept me, or else!"

The screen went blank and Chris was still trying to collect himself. "Master Cyclonis?" After thinking it over for a few seconds he began to laugh. "This might not be so bad after all." Mentally he had started on a list of just how he was going to make these poor souls suffer. "Well, let's see who else we've got." Reaching down he picked up another crystal and placed it into the player.

After coming into focus the screen showed what looked like the inside of a rather old ship, but there was nobody on the screen. Some shuffling could be heard and then a person was seen moving to the front of the camera. "Sorry bout that, had to make sure it was working." The young man looked to be in his early twenties, had shoulder length black hair and strange golden colored eyes. "Reasons why you should pick me are simple. I might not be much of a people person, but I can work well with others when needed. I've had to survive on my own for quite some time now and would be more than able to give most people a run for their money in this kind of thing. I promise to try my hardest to rise to the level of those around me." His face then changed to a smirk. "And if that's not possible, I'm not above bringing them down to my level. My reasons for wanting in are simple. I wish to prove to…several people that I can in fact pull my own weight, and work as a functioning member of a team. I also hope to…learn a bit about how to better function in a group, and perhaps pick up a few skills if the opportunity presents itself. As for the money, I wish to…change my place of residence, quickly if possible." At this point several burst of cannon fire could be heard outside. "I await your decision."

"Hmm not bad, he'll go in the maybe pile." Looking at the side of the crystal he saw the young man's name and wrote it under the possible Colum. "Next up." He looked at the name on the side. "Suzi-Lu." Popping it in he waited for the message to start.

"HELLO!" The face was easily recognizable; you only need to see a Blizzarian once to remember what they looked like. "I'm the official Sky Knight for Terra Blizzaris, and have led a squadron for close to eight years now. I can get along with just about anyone and I try to keep things from getting to boring whenever I can." At this point her face went from smiling cheerfully to an almost desperate plea. "You have to pick me. If you don't believe me, just look." She turned the camera and the screen now showed several other Blizzarian's on ice grinders. It looked almost like something from the X games, or some kind of huge party. The camera turned back around to show the woman's face. "I haven't had a vacation since they gave me this post. I don't care about the money; just get me out of here! I don't care if it's just one day, but I need to get away. The boys NEVER STOP! I don't think they even sleep, or eat. It's the same thing day after day, night after night. I never thought I would say this, but PLEASE GET ME OFF THIS GOD-FORSAKEN ICE CUBE!"

At that time a voice could be heard off camera. "Hey Suzi!"

"Oh snowballs, it's Billy, I have to go now, but please, I'm begging you, I really need this..."

When the message cleared Chris was busy writing the girl's information. "I'll pitch this to the boss when I get back." Chris smiled to himself thinking about the possible ways the Absolute Zeros could make him rich….richer he reminded himself. Now grinning he popped the next crystal in.

"Aerrow are you sure that you know how to work that thing?" A dark, blue haired young woman was sitting in front of the camera with a pensive look on her face.

"Yes Piper, for the fifth time, I know how to use a Crystcorder, now go its rolling!" Aerrow replied.

The girls expression went wide for a second then it switched to cheerful. "My name is Piper and I heard about this contest through a friend." Several other voices in the background could be snickering, but it quickly stopped when the girl now known as Piper threw a rather large book off camera. The only sounds heard were a scream, a smack, and then a thud, after that silence. "Ok now where was I? Oh yes, I heard about this from a friend and thought it would be a good opportunity to work on my planning skills, and to just have some time off from battling the Cyclonians. I also hope it will be a good opportunity to make some new friends or just to meet new people. I'm generally optimistic and easy going." At this another series of snickers and laughs could be heard off camera. "WOULD YOU GUYS SHUT UP!" She screamed.

"But Piper, we're doing our best, it's just that you-" A male voice started, but never finished.

"Finish that sentence and it will be the last thing you ever do!" The blue-nette hissed between clinched teeth. Right before she could continue the laughs started up again and the girl dived off camera where the sounds of a young girl screaming could be head.

"Piper let go of Finn!" The message ended and the screen went black.

"Oh she's in." Chris wrote the girls information down quickly and her name under the slot marked goldmine on his list. "Now let's see if that other girl sent in a crystal." Getting up he began searching for a crystal marked Finn. He found it almost at the bottom. "Perfect you get in free." Chris wrote the name down without even watching the recording.

He had no idea how much he was going to later regret that decision.

Picking up the next crystal he scanned the information on the side. "Terra Aladates? Never heard of it." Putting the crystal into the player he was surprised at the image that came onto the screen. It was a young girl that couldn't have been older then twelve. She had strawberry blond hair, thick purple glasses and looked half starved.

"Before you say anything, I am sixteen, yes I know I look like a little kid, but don't think it even for a second, I am of legal age to participate in this contest. My name is Tigerlily Mongolia, but everyone just calls me Tigger. I usually get along with just about anyone and I love to have fun. I can fix just about anything and I am more than able to hold my own in a fight. My reasons for wanting to join are to prove that I am a valuable member of the Rock Hearts and not just a mechanic or sideline supporter. There is also the small matter of the prize money."

At this a section of roof fell behind her.

"Our base is in pretty bad shape, and our carriers are in even worse condition. There is also the matter of being able to afford supplies for a hundred and seventy six people. The Sky Council has only given us a budget for six, so we're more than a bit stretched thin here so we could really use the cash. Oh and if you choose me I can guarantee you quite a few viewers since all the Rock Hearts have their own TVs, and we are generally well liked by our home Terra. I hope to see you soon! Bye!" The small girl waved and the picture faded out.

"Hm sounds like they really need that money." Chris closed his eyes and nodded his head one time affirming his decision. "She'll probably do whatever it takes to win." Opening his eyes he didn't even try to stop the grin from spreading. "Things have just gotten a bit more interesting. Let's see who else we have here." Grabbing the crystal at the top of the pile he sat back and waited for the message to play.

Again he nearly fell out of his chair. This time the image was of a young man in his prime. He was in his late twenties, had short black hair and piercing red eyes.

"Yes this might come as a bit of a surprise, but I wish to compete in your challenge. My reason is simple. I have served Master Cyclonis loyally for several years." At this his face went from calm and serene to extremely agitated. "But every time I try to take a vacation, she purposefully schedules some random attack or doomsday plot forcing me to cancel it. Last time I tried to get away for a week, she made me cancel my trip to Terra Tropica so she could try and take over Atmosia by controlling all of its plant life. Not only did she force me to cancel, but she waited until I was at the bloody airport, TRYING TO GET THROUGH SECURITY! You know that I am not well liked by the general populace, but do you have any idea how hard it is to fight your way through airport security when you don't have a single weapon!? I still haven't found my suitcase from that mess!" His face was now solemn, tired, he looked like a beaten man. "I need a break; I need to get away from all these Sky Knights, and all of this plotting, I NEED TO GET AWAY FROM HER!" After pausing for a second to regain his composure he continued. "I know how these shows work; people try to be the last one standing to get some prize. I don't care what the prize is, I can fight, and I'll tear apart any competition there as though it were tissue paper. Just get me out of here! She doesn't watch TV, and I can't imagine her actually allowing anyone to watch it while they are repairing the palace. If you accept me I'll just tell her that I found a lead on something, and will return when I can."

"HEY HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE IN THERE!? SNIPE NEEDS TO USE THE CAN AND THIS IS THE ONLY PORTAJOHN WE GOT!" A loud pounding could be heard over the booming voice.

"I have to go now, if you need to reach me use this P.O. Box, its private and nobody knows about it other than me." The screen then went black.

"Oh this is too good to pass up." Chris wrote two more names on his list, this time under the list marked Soap Opera. "Master Cyclonis and Dark Ace, we'll need a few extra camera crews for these two. Ratings are going to be through the roof. Next!" Reaching over he popped in the next crystal.

This time the screen showed a young man in his late teens or maybe even his early twenties standing with his back flush against a door. He had scruffy black hair and looked like he had just finished running. Chris could actually see the fearful expression in his brown eyes. He seemed to calm down for a few seconds before returning full force when a loud banging was heard.

"Aladd Catseye! We know you're in there! If you come quietly we might just let you survive!" A woman's voice cried out.

This of course caught Chris's attention. The name Catseye was not very common, so he knew who the young man was, or at least knew who his family was.

"Ok you heard the girl. My name is Aladd, and I am from Terra Aladates. I have been a Sky Knight for a number of years now and have helped in leading several attacks on Master Cyclonis's palace."

"Get in line pal, so has almost everyone else that sent in applications." Chris said as he rolled his eyes at the man's remark. Chris himself recalled his glory days as a Sky Knight, he had given it up a number of years ago when he got into the much more lucrative (not to mention safer) entertainment industry.

"I can survive just about anything you throw at me and beat any challenge in my way. I can work with others….when I have no other choice. But I do very well with the ladies, hardly any problems at all as a matter of fact."

He was interrupted by several loud voices outside. "You sure he's in there?" This time it was another woman's voice.

"Yeah I saw the cheating pig run in as soon as we got here, quick go to the tool room and see if they have anything that can cut through this door! We have to get him before he finds a way out!" Answered a third woman's voice.

Chris noted that there seemed to be several people outside the door, all were women, and judging by their voices they all seemed to be in very foul moods. "Great a player! Now I just need to make sure that some of the girls have boyfriends." Chris was about to write the man's name down when he heard a curious sound. Looking up he nearly fell out of his chair laughing.

There on the screen was Aladd, holding the door shut with his body as a living doorstop. But moving around him was the blade of a circular saw, cutting a perfect outline around him. "If you pick me, I put a private P.O. box number on the back of the crystal. I might use a disguise when I get there though, so if you see someone with a large mustache and an accent by the name of Senor Pappi, it's me. I have to go. Like Now!"

The screen went blank and Chris looked down at his list. "This guys going to great for ratings, but I should take the normal precautions." He then made a side note to request extra on site medics.

Putting down the clipboard Chris got up and headed to the small kitchenette that had been installed for cram editing's. "This isn't as bad as I thought it would be; it's actually popcorn worthy." It took a few minutes for the microwave to finish but he quickly headed back into the little room and settled in, this time with his popcorn and drink. "Ok next up we have….Junko of the Storm Hawks. How many of these guys are there?"

The screen now showed a young Wallop. Chris was never able to guess how old they were since they aged slower than humans. But judging by the size of the horn on his nose, Chris guessed he was at least eighteen.

"Uh hi! My name is Junko, and I saw this add for a summer camp contest. I haven't been to one since I was just a little Wallop, but they were always a lot of fun. Oh and there being a reward for winning this made it pretty easy for me to want to at least try. Um what I can do? Well as you can see I am a Wallop, so I'm plenty strong, and since I spent quite a few years at summer camps I have a good idea of what to expect. Uh what I would do with the prize money? Well our ship could use a few repairs, it would be kinda nice if you didn't get shocked by five hundred volts every time you flush the toilet, and we need a new fridge since SOMEONE THREW OURS OUT!" At this point a voice from off camera spoke up.

"Well excuse me! We were trying to save your life and we had to lighten the load!"

"BUT THE FRIDGE! HAVE YOU NO SENSE OF DECENY!" The Wallop turned his attention back to the camera. "Aside from that my Second Nephew's Third Uncle's First Cousin has a kid and he could use the cash, so I'd probably give him the rest of it. That's all I can think of, oh and just one little thing, we will have separate cabins right? Cause I snore pretty badly when I sleep and I don't want to keep anyone else awake."

Chris popped out the crystal and kissed it. "You are going to make me a very rich man. I just hope you can survive long enough for me to cash in all those checks." Picking up his discarded clipboard he made a few notes under the Wallops name. Make sure bunk is as close to center of camp as possible. Looking it over, he made a second notation under it. And as far from my trailer as possible. Happy with what he wrote he put in the next one.

This time it was a large, blue haired man in his late twenties or early thirty's. He was looking around nervously as though he were checking to make sure the coast was clear. "I am sick of rebuilding Master Cyclonis's palace! I found this flier for a contest and thought it would be a good getaway. Master Cyclonis would never know where I went and would probably think I was just goofing off again. Back when I was a kid I went to plenty of summer camps, and I actually did pretty good in them, though I was never allowed to go to the same camp twice, something about too many people getting put in the ICU whatever that is. Not my fault they didn't duck, it was dodge ball! What did they expect? Anyways I thought it might be fun, and I could use the cash to build a new battle airship…Master Cyclonis wont fund a second one. Stupid baby Wallop"

"SNIPE! WHERE ARE YOU!" A woman's voice bellowed.

"Uh oh, big sis is looking for me. Gotta split."

Before the screen could even go dead Chris was writing the man's name down on the list. "Got to make sure they have dodge ball as one of the events." The grin on his face was nearly a mile wide as he reached over to pick out the next crystal. "Lets see, all the way from Terra Mesa, Starling."

The screen flickered to life showing a green eyed purple haired young woman in her mid twenty's. "Hello, my name is Starling. A…friend sent me this flier regarding your contest, so I figured I would give it a go. I am a Sky Knight, but have flown solo for several years now, and though I have on occasion accompanied others, I have spent a majority of that time alone. As such I do have quite a bit of experience in survival and first aid training. I might not be able to get along with everyone, but I can keep my peace when needed. I figured that I might get the chance to see an old friend or two since I am sure they have entered this as well, but if not, then I can at least brush up a bit on my social skills. It has been…some time since I was in the company of others, much less a large group, other than battle of course. As for the prize money, I'm not quite sure what I would do with it. Probably stash it away till something came up. Never hurts to have a little spare change now does it?"

The message ended and Chris was trying to figure this one out. "She seems to be a bit on the calm side, not too likely to get riled up. But on the other hand, if she is some kind of outdoors guru, and she keeps that calm demeanor it could set off a few of the less patient campers." Looking at the list he noted that there were already eight men and only four women, so he decided to put her down to try and balance out the numbers.

Sitting back he put the next crystal in and waited for it to start. He was soon greeted with the huge grinning face of a young girl. He could see that she had mid length spiky black hair, which wasn't all that strange, but then he noticed that her eyes were an odd gold color. "Man that is whack. I have never seen anyone with gold colored eyes before, one's weird enough, but two?" His train of thought was stopped when she started to speak.

"Hello! My name is Scarlett, but my friends just call me Scar. I saw a commercial for this challenge and thought it would be fun. I can get along with just about anybody, so I shouldn't have any problems with the others, unless they're Cyclonian's but what are the odds of that happening? Giggle Let's see, I can take care of myself, and I always try to help others when I can, and all around just try and have fun. I also found out that some friends of mine have entered this as well, so I hope to see them." Her expression then switched from beaming and slightly goofy to serious. "Now even though I intend to have as much fun as I can during this, I am serious about winning. The prize money is a rather large amount, and it could do a lot of good for a lot of people. Should I win, I will donate most of it to charities for the homeless and orphans of the war. I would also use some of it to help me find my father, and to try and figure out who my brother is. That's all I can think of, but I hope you choose me! Bye!"

Chris watched the girl wave until the screen went black and chuckled to himself. "So it took fourteen tapes before a humanitarian came into the picture. If we put her on we could use the whole pity thing, I mean, aside from me, my boss and any random Cyclonian, who could change the channel on someone trying to help a bunch of orphans? She's in." Chris picked up his clipboard again and wrote her name under the box labeled Green Peace/Mother Teresa and smirked. "All we really need is a nutcase and we have the whole set."

Picking up the next crystal Chris couldn't believe his eyes. Groan "Shadow of the Storm Hawks. Just how many of them are there, didn't the Sky Council put some kind of limit on how many people can be in a squadron? "Sitting back Chris popped the Messenger crystal into the player.

At first the camera was moving around, like it was being carried by someone and was facing the ground, all Chris could see was a pair of brown leather boots and a pair of green pants from a flight suit.

"It's my turn Finn, you already had you turn!" A girl's voice said as a hand reached for the camera. There seemed to be some kind of struggle.

"Come on! I have to send like a million of these things in if I want to be picked! You know that's how these things work!" A male voice replied as the camera began moving back and forth between the two pair of hands.

"Finn you idiot! It says one entry per person! Now Let GO!" Replied the girl right before a fist could be seen out of the corner of the screen moving at high speed.

"UGH!" Thud

"Good one Shadow. I give you a nine for the swing, but a six for the landing, he's still twitching." A second girl's voice called off camera.

"Thanks Piper." The camera moved for another second before being put down on a table.

It was then that Chris got a good look at this Shadow person. She had long braided hair that was the color of the night sky, mostly black but you could see a light blue hue when the light hit it just right. Her eyes were a bright green that seemed to almost sparkle. "Great, I can already tell this one's a prankster." Chris made another check on his clipboard grinning.

"Ok, my names Shadow, and I'm from Terra Hail, yes I know I'm from out in the sticks, but it's a great place. I love the outdoors and I would love the chance to compete in this challenge, it'd be a nice change of scenery from the Condor."

"And just what is wrong with the Condor?" A voice cried out from off camera. "So far all of you have done nothing but complain! I don't see any of you trying to help me fix this thing!"

"Geeze Stork calm down. I'm not saying anything is wrong with the Condor, I'm just saying it would be nice to see some real trees for a change instead of the one's Finn painted in the hallways, that's all."

"That was YOU! AHHHH!" After the war cry a loud crash was heard followed by the sounds of what could only be described as the shrill cries of a young girl running for her life.

"Also as you can see, I have been able to survive living with these guys for awhile now, there's nothing you can throw at me they haven't by now. And as for the money, I'm don't really know what I'd do with all of it, I'd throw a huge party for all my friends first, but then I'd probably squirrel away the rest of it. Never know when the Condor might break…again." As if to prove her point a section of the wall behind her fell down revealing a young blond male with his back turned.

"Ha! Stork will never find me here." The young man laughed.

"Oh really?" The next thing seen was a green blur zipping past the screen tackling the blond.

"Uh oh, I'd better go before he gets hurt to badly." With that Shadow gave a cheery smile and the screen went black.

Chris was setting in his chair stunned. It took him a minute for his brain to reboot. "Ok…I'll just put her in the yes pile and forget the rest of that ever happened." He picked up the next crystal and popped it in.

A moment later the screen came to life showing a young woman that Chris would have labeled as gangly at first glance, but after quickly studying her he noticed several things. Her black hair, while crimped and wavy, was well kept, and her dark blue eyes were clear as water. She wore what looked like an older style of dress, almost like something out of a child's story book, but the main thing was her posture and her poise. She was sitting in a chair with her hands in her lap, legs together and slightly bent to the right. It didn't take much of a brain to figure out that this young woman was from the upper class, or had at least been taught etiquette from a very young age.

"Hello, my name is Rondana Almanikets. I am seventeen years old and from Terra Pathologica. I was of the royal family but have since been forced to…resign that status. My main reason for wanting to participate in this challenge is that I wish to become a doctor. Some years ago I was fortunate enough to become the apprentice of one of the greatest doctors in all of Terra Pathologica." At this point a red tick mark could be seen on her forehead. "However I was not informed that he would charge me for this privilege until two weeks ago. When he gave me a bill and tacked on THREE YEARS WORTH OF LATE FEES!" She paused for a moment to collect herself. "I know that I might not look like much, but I have seen plenty of battle. I can hold my own against most opponents and have no problem roughing it. I do have other reasons for wanting to join this…contest though. It has been some time since I have had a decent challenge, and I hope to keep in top form. My wish is not to just become a doctor, but to become a field medic in order to aid those who need it most. Finding someone to train you as a doctor is not all that hard, but it is rather….difficult to find someone to teach survival and combat skills. I hope you will consider me a choice." At this point she turned away from the camera before muttering under her breath. "There's always Sky Burger." And with that the screen faded.

Chris couldn't resist laughing slightly. "An ex –royal eh, I bet her idea of roughing it is a five star hotel. I'll add her just to watch her bug out when she sees the outhouse." Chris chuckled as he wrote down the young woman's name without a second thought. Never in a million years would he have expected that what he had just seen was only one side of the quiet girl, one of several different sides.

"Hmm looks like there are only a few left." Chris reached over and grabbed another random crystal and placed it into the CVP (Crystal Video Player). A few moments later the screen showed a woman in her early thirties or maybe late twenties. The first thing that Chris noticed was the form fitting body suite she wore, and it only took him a few more seconds to notice the subtle hints of muscle it concealed. He knew instantly that whoever this woman was, she was without a doubt active military and in great shape. It was in his line of work after all to notice small things, details, it's what got him his job, and it was how he kept his job. While most of the others had been in fairly decent shape, this woman was at professional athlete grade or higher. The second thing he noticed was her oddly colored eyes, they reminded him of some kind of bird, like a hawk, or an eagle, they were cold, calculating, and she hardly even seemed to blink. The last thing he noticed was her hair. He was used to seeing strange colored hair, after all the people of Atmos were very diversified, but he had never seen that particular shade of purple anywhere. All in all the woman had a rather exotic appearance, rare even.

"My name is Ravess. You might recognize me as the current…Governor of Terra Bluster. I found a flier for this contest while inspecting the men's barracks. Apparently some of them have even sent in applications. I was going to toss it out until I caught sight of the reward for winning and thought that it would worth a shot." At this the woman grinned and picked up a bow that was beside her chair (that in Chris's opinion looked more like a throne) and fired a single arrow at a target on the wall to her side. Without even turning to look.

Chris's jaw dropped. "Holy!"

"If you thought that was good." At this she picked up a second arrow, strung it into the bow and fired.

PFTH

The second arrow split the first one down the center.

"I'm sure that you will make a wise choice."

With that the screen turned black. Chris who had just come to his sense grabbed his clipboard and wrote the woman's name down under the box labeled Ringer. "Man I feel sorry for them." Quickly remembering that he was going to be stuck on the Terra with them (though in an air conditioned trailer) his sense of pity quickly vanished.

He picked up the next crystal. "Woah Terra Gerudo! Man talk about long distance." He popped the crystal in and sat back down.

The image that he soon saw was that of a young woman who he guessed to be in her mid to late twenties. She had the typical appearance of every other Gerudo he had seen before. Amber colored eyes, pointed nose, and a mane of fiery red hair tied into a ponytail. The next thing he noticed was that she was sitting on a throne. "Why is it that every person that has entered so far ether been rich living in some palace sitting on a throne, or living in something that should be condemned?" Chris asked no one in particular.

"My name is Marina Dragmire. I am the Sky Knight of Terra Gerudo as well as its current ruler. I have several reasons for wishing to take part in this contest, and several reasons for why I believe I would be a good choice. First of all I wish to prove to my people that I am not as out of touch with the current world as some have come to believe. Another is that we are still in a period of reconstruction due to flooding during the Cabion incident, and the prize money would be of great aid. I also have an upcoming wedding and I have no wish to empty the treasury when we are already on a razor thin budget. Now, as for reasons that I think I will do well. I have plenty of experience in working with others, and have developed quite a bit of patience from years of babysitting…ill tempered children." At this comment a grin spread across her face. "Another reason I wish to join is simple, though I do wish to help my people in any way I can, it has become rather…dull sitting through one meeting after another, signing document after document and meeting with a seemingly never ending line of complaining civilians. I have put up with it for a number of years, but I feel that it is within my rights to take a vacation every once and awhile. I do hope that you will choose me for this, but if not, well I'm sure that my people will still just love to watch your show."

At that the screen flickered off. Chris was smiling as he wrote down the young woman's name and information. "I like her. I can see why she's the current ruler too. She might be a little young, but she knows the ropes, very nice threat by the way, I give it a solid seven."

"Ok so we have one, two , three, four…eighteen down and four to go." Chris picked up the next Messenger crystal from the ever shrinking pile and placed it into the player before setting down.

"Snarl Are You absolutely sure that you have it right Spitz?" Chris nearly jumped when the menacing visage of a Raptor came into focus. Well, it would have been a bit more frightening had the picture not been upside down.

"You have it upside down idiot." A voice called from off camera.

"Hoerk I know how to work a Crystcorder. It dosssentt take a sscintisst to work!"

"No it just takes someone smarter then you." The voice Chris guessed to be Hoerk replied.

"Daah can I help boss? Can I can I please?" Another voice yelled out.

"NOO!" All three called out at the same time.

"Leugey I already gave you a job, please go back outside and monitor the grass, it's important that we know exactly how long it takes for it to grow five feet in height." The one in the picture, no longer upside down added.

"Oook." The voice responded before trudging away. A few moments later a door could be heard closing.

The figure in the picture turned to look back at someone behind the camera and had a hopeful look on his face. "You did remember to salt the ground last night right?" He asked.

"Uh yes boss, nothing is going to grow within a quarter of a mile for the next hundred years."

The Raptor on screen breathed out a breath he had been holding in for quite some time before turning to the camera. "You listen here. I don't care who you are, you will select me for this challenge, or so help me I will add you to my trophy wall!"

"Uh boss, just follow the script." Hoerk said.

The Raptor on screen snarled for a moment before looking back at the screen. "I am Repton, leader of Terra Bogaton and hunter of Atmos. As you can see, my accomplishments speak for themselves." At this the camera panned to the sides of Reptons (yes you guessed it throne) and showed a wall filled with various Sky Knight Squadron shields. "NO! Don't go too far to that side!"

This caught Chris's attention. What could have been so bad that this monstrous being didn't want it to be seen? Then he saw it. There in the middle of the last section of wall was…a blank spot? Looking closer Chris could make out the outline of a shield in the wall, so there had been something on it in the past, but it was now gone.

The camera quickly focused back to Repton. "Now as for my reason for even wasting my time with this…childish contest, there has been a wager between my…brothers. They seem to believe that I would not even be able to last for a single week, I intend to prove them WRONG!" At this he slammed his fist down and broke off the armrest of his throne.

"Uh boss?"

"I know Hoerk, I know. Just shut it off. NOW!"

The image quickly faded and Chris found himself laughing. "Ok so the guys some kind of perfectionist, he's got a huge ego and seems to be very competitive. Let's see what the big bad lizard can actually do." Smiling he wrote down the man…er contestants name and moved on to the next crystal.

"Ok we have here Stork...of the Storm Hawks. Ok that's it; I'm throwing out the next one I find with their name on it."

The picture came into focus showing a rather twitchy Merb. Nothing special, noting odd, he just looked like a run of the mill Merb. Nervous, twitchy, emo, and above all paranoid. His eyes were moving around quickly trying to take in his surroundings, making sure that nothing was an immediate threat.

The Merb's face looked to the side for a moment. "Are you sure that you can't just loan me the money?"

"Stork you know the rules. Personal items you have to pay for yourself, you added that rule to the list yourself, remember?" Chris remembered the voice to be Aerrow.

"But that was with the intention of you trying to use my money!" The Merb was yelling at the person off camera, but sank down in his seat when he finished. Arms crossed over his chest, one leg crossed over the other and bottom lip jutting outward.

"Uh Stork the camera's rolling." Another voice called out behind the camera. Chris thought it sounded familiar, but he couldn't think of where from off the top of his head.

"AH! Finn why didn't you tell me that thing was on?! The light reflecting off the lens could cause blindness! Or it might not even be a camera! How do you know some Cyclonian spy hasn't switched it out for some kind of mind control device!?" The Merb was nearly hyperventilating.

"Uh Stork, I'm pretty sure this thing's safe, we got it out of your room after all." At this point Chris could swear he head several hands slapping foreheads.

"YOU WENT INTO MY ROOM! AHHHHH!" The familiar war cry was once again heard and the camera fell to the ground, rolling away until it came to a stop.

Chris was able to see a mop of blond hair being pounded face first into the floor, and an angry Merb sitting on the back of the owner of said mop of hair, performing said slamming.

"Stork! He's not worth it!" A voice called out.

The Merb stopped his assault for just a moment, but that was all the time the blond mop needed to get away.

"WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!" The next thing Chris could see was a figure dashing for the exit, only to me intercepted by an airborne Merb.

At this time the screen went black.

"Oh this is too good to pass up." Chris wrote the Merb's name under the box marked paranoid and checked the box marked extra camera crew beside it. "Looks like we have two left to go, hmm which one." Reaching out Chris grabbed the first crystal and stuck into the player.

A few seconds past before the screen flicked to life. The image was that of a young girl around seventeen. Her hair was a rather plain shade of brown, but her eyes were deep ocean blue, just a few shades shy of purple. She was wearing what looked like simple clothing, something any other normal civilian would be seen in.

"Finally a normal person! It only took twenty oddballs to find one!" Chris shouted.

"Um Dove, it's on." A voice behind the camera spoke.

"Owh, I apologize. My name is Dove and I am from Terra Gaale. I wish to take part in zhis challenge so that I might pwueve myself as a Sky Knight in twaning. I know zat I might not have as much expereonce as others, but zat it pawrt of why I wish to partizipate, to ewproove myself, and to become stwronger. Anozher reason zhough, iz that the pwize money would pwoove useful, az you can plainly zee." At this she offered a weak smile.

The camera turned to show a small house that had a propeller twirling on the top. It looked like something had crashed into it, the wallowed in its own wreckage, threw a party, and then tried to leave, only to collapse back into the same spot after several failed attempts.

"Zit vould also be niice to have a chonce to get awway fom gran-pa-pa for a little wile." She was about to continue when a voice could be heard calling from inside the house.

"Dove! Vware are you! I need your assistonce. Ve need more ammunition for ze catapult and I need youar help in dwagging ze toilet down ze stepps!"

The girls face cringed and Chris could see just a hint of pink in her cheeks proving that she was embarrassed.

"Pwezz take me inzu considuaton, I vould appreciate it gweatly. Coming Gran-pa-pa!"

The screen faded to black and Chris started writing down the girl's name. The one thing that the contestants genuinely lacked thus far had just been provided. She was someone that was completely plain and normal. Not a Sky Knight, not a Talon Elite, and not some Noble or ruler. She was just a normal everyday person that anyone could relate to.

"Ok so we have one more open slot, and what do you know there is only one left." Chris was about to pick it up when on of the interns called out from behind him.

"But sir! We still have a truck load of these things left! What do we do with them?"

Chris turned to the intern and leveled him with a glare. "I said, we have one left, so we have one left. Drop the rest into the Wastelands!" Turning around he placed the crystal into the player and sat back down.

The screen came on and Chris was surprised at what he saw to say the least. It was another teenage girl. But that was about all he could tell from looking at her. She looked almost like a puzzle. Her ears were those of a cat, but she had the face of a Merb. The strangest thing by far though was that her face was two different colors, the top half was a strange shade of grey, but the rest was snow white. Her hair was a dark shade of purple and had red tips, just like her cat like ears. The only thing he couldn't see very well was her eyes, since her hair completely covered the right side of her face, but from what he could see; her eyes were the same grayish color as the top part of her face.

"Hello, my name is Fate." The girls voice was quite soft, she seemed to be somewhat timid. "Some friends of mine told me about this contest and thought that I might be interested in joining it. I can't say that the thought of being on television is exactly appealing to me, but my friends will be entering and I thought that I might as well try. I enjoy the outdoors since my father used to take me and some friends camping when I was little. I kind of prefer to be alone, but I can be in a group as long as it's not too big. As for why I think I would do well in this contest, let's just say that I'm full of surprises. I don't really have any plans for the money if I should win. If I do I'll probably end up giving most of it to my friends since I think they need it more then I do. The only thing I can promise is that I will try my best."

At this the screen went blank and Chris was in his thinking pose. "She seemed normal enough, aside from the ears, and she never said anything about being a Sky Knight, or a Talon. I wonder what she meant by full of surprises? Eah she's in, it's not like she's got bat wings or a tail." Chris wrote the woman's name down in the final slot, having no idea how wrong he was.

Walking out of the dark little room Chris took the two sheets of paper and handed them to his two surviving interns. "Next time I'll make sure there aren't any bears using someone else's crew." "Ok I want those invitations sent out yesterday, we've got a show to do people and only a few days to get it rolling. I want the camera crews and their supplies ready, and I want four separate medical teams on standby. Julian, I want you to find out everything you can about these people, I want to know every last detail from every parking ticket to their cat's name. Let's move people sometime today!" At this he clapped his hands then pulled out his cell phone to call an old friend.

"Hatchet buddy how's it hanging? Yeah I know it's been ages, but you know how things are. Uh hu, listen I wanted to know if you were up for a little fun? No. No. Yeah, right on the money, I've got some kids on the way and thought you'd like to have some fun with them. Uh hu, well we still have an opening for a chef. Yeah I know you've never cooked a day in your life, but that only adds to it. Ok I'll fax you the rest, see ya around man."

Beeb

"Man once he starts up it's impossible to get him to shut up, sheesh."

Time Skip by a few day (Ok this is the part where everyone is opening their invitations and reading them, I couldn't resist doing this part since I've had it planned out since the start.)

"Hey guys! Mail call!" Aerrow tossed the bag on the center table after taking his and started towards his room.

Aerrow-"Dear contestant this is to inform you"

Suzi- "that you have been chosen"

Harrier- "from among the many entries"

Tigger- "that were sent in"

Master Cyclonis- "for our newest program"

Scarlett- "Total Drama Terra."

Revess- "We ask that you please"

Kai- "bring you individual invitations"

Rondana- "along with the release forms"

Snipe- "and next of kin form"

Fate- "filled out completely and"

Shadow- "accurately in the unfortunate event"

Dark Ace- "that anything should transpire requiring"

Piper- "said forms or medical attention."

Dove- "Pwese understand that zheis is"

Finn- "required by law and is in"

Aladd- "no way a guarantee that anything"

Starling- "of the sort is to be"

Junko- "expected. We hope that you"

Repton- "enjoy your stay and try your"

Stork- "hardest to win. After all there can be only one winner."

All- "Now I just have to find a way to ditch the others!"

AN: Well that's the first chapter of Total Drama Terra, I hope you like it, especially those of you that played such a large part in helping the idea to become a reality. Now this is the way things are going to work, the teams will be random. RANDOM. I'm going to place each persons name into a hat and then draw them one at a time to decide which person goes to which team. The challenges will be the same as those of the show Total Drama Island, but the teams that win will not. The winning team of each challenge will be decided by a coin flip, and each person's performance for said challenge will be determined by a dice role. Now here is the fun part. Each of the OC's creators will have a large degree of control over what they do, including their votes for who get's the boot. I hope that each of you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. So until next chapter. Ja Ne!