ALL PRIVATES FOR LAUNCH SITE 8, PREPARE FOR LAUNCH.
Bic could hardly contain her excitement - Today was her first day of field work, which meant no more stuffy classrooms, no more boring simulations, fresh air, action...It all sounded too good to be true! She exitedly glanced to her left: nothing but dull and serious faces that seemed to be photocopied down the lineup. She puffed her cheek out a bit at this; how could they not be excited? She then took a gander to her right - the exact same, disappointing thing. With a sigh, she stroked her weapon lovingly and thought of the questions that have been on her mind for the last week now - Was this her purpose? What exactly was she fighting for? And above all, was she ready?
The loud creaking sound of the docking hatch opening echoed throughout the dock, followed by a bright light that was new to her - It was time.
A loud voice projected itself through the dock's intercom, "Just remember, rookies, this is not a drill! If you are splattered, there is NO coming back! You will live, serve and die for Lord Octavio!"
With a collective cheer, one by one the Octolings spread across the Kelp Dome with Bic being the very last to leave. Because of this, she was given the task to be the last guard standing for the zapfish. Once she stepped out of the shaded dock, she lifted he goggles in pure awe.
Things were so much different from the simulations here outside the overly sheltered base; The clear blue sky, the lush greenery all around, even the actual warmth from the sun. It was all Bic's first time experiencing it all. She closed her eyes and rubbed her arms, blissfully soaking up its welcoming rays before opening her eyes to take in all the vivid colors of the plant life in the dome. With a smile, she bent down to play with the grass beneath her boots - so soft and plush...and the flowers! So beautiful and fragile, she couldn't resist picking one and putting it in her tentacles. A butterfly flew past her vision and she could swear she'd been splattered and went to heaven. A silent 'wow' escaped her lips as she continued to take everything in.
It wouldn't last too long, however, as a sharp snapping sound brought her back to earth. She hurriedly put her goggles back in place and hid behind a corner, listening closely...Footsteps, too spaced out and heavy to be octarian.
"Inkling..." She whispered, keeping her weapon drawn closely to her chest. The purple-clad inkling carelessly passed her without seeing her, which gave her the chance to spring a surprise attack. "Big mistake! Freeze, scum!", she screamed, darting behind him. He froze, back to her and rose his hands into the air along with his weapon at the sound of her cocking her gun, ready to fire. Without command, he slowly turned around; Bic's eyes widened behind her goggles - he didn't look anything like the simulator's inklings! His face was more defined, less cartoony looking, more handsome features with eyes that actually had emotion...She involuntarily lowered her weapon, keeping her eyes on him, analyzing him.
His panicked face slowly turned into a confused one - why didn't she splatter him on spot like the rest tried to? A bit of silence between them lasted what seemed like an eternity before Bic dropped her gun to her side and let out the few hushed words, "Get outta here...".
The male rose an eyebrow for only a split moment before slowly backing away, gradually breaking into a sprint before snagging the zapfish and running off. Bic watched as he absconded, disappearing off the horizon. His every movement broken down to a science behind her calculating goggles...he was intruiging, this purple one. With a sigh, she picked up her weapon, dusting it off as a voice approached her from behind, making her jump.
"You didn't get splattered? Nice job, rookie!"
"B-but he got away...", Bic said, now realizing that she'd let him escape.
"There will be other times to lay your life on the line for our Lord, rookie. Now c'mon, let's go get some grub. You deserve it, since most rookies don't make it after their first mission or two. Keep it up and you might get some kelp like mine!" The superior octoling roughly patted Bic on the back with a laugh, walking in front of her.
With a sigh and unseen eyeroll, Bic followed her back into the hidden dock. As they headed down what seemed like an endless hallway, the higher ranked octoling just rambled on for what seemed like Bic to be forever.
"You know, when I was a rookie, I was real curious, just like you, kid. But it wore off real quick like when I was hurled into battle! So, there I was, in the middle of two a' them Inklings, one pink, one green..."
Bic cursed under her breath and dipped her hands into her pockets, wishing for this talk to be over as they finally arrived at the mess hall. "- and THAT'S how I got my kelp! So you just keep up the good-"
"H-hey! We're here, whaddya know? Commander, if you don't mind, I'm gonna grab some grub, I'm starving!"
"- oh. Yeah, sounds good! I'll go report your bravery and endurance to the higher ups, who knows, maybe you'll be sittin' at the table with me and I can tell ya sommore stories!"
Bic groaned and facepalmed in frustration and annoyance once she was out of eyesight. She went through the buffet-style line, picking out her favorites before sneaking away to the living quarters. Normally, the Octos weren't supposed to eat in their dorms- Something about pest control or some squit like that. At that thought Bic rolled her eyes as she unlocked her door and walked in, placing her tray on the nightstand. She turned on her lamp before sitting on her bed, taking off her boots. Her room, like everyone else's, was very small and compact, with just enough room for a twin size bed and small bedside table. She always thought this minamalist space was great for relaxing, so the lack of anything else didn't bother her.
She took a bite of Octo pie and reclined onto her pillow, staring at the ceiling. Today's events were swimming in her mind too much for her to actually eat right about now; The sights, the sounds, the fresh air, the wide open space...and that boy. A small smile crept onto her face as she reached over and turned off the lamp.
Visions of his shiny purple ink, tanned dark skin, heck, even the glasses on his face - it all somehow made her uneasy, but in the most pleasant way. Was that even possible? Bic shrugged that thought off before turning onto her side and drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Aloha everyone! I'm trying to get back into the story writing scene as you can see, and I'm trying my hand at a splatoon fanfiction. Feedback is always appreciated, and if you have any suggestions, they'll always be considered! Thank you for taking the time to read my work!