Volts
My first fanfic about a Late 20's/early 30's Beetee mentoring the games alongside Wiress, Finnick, Haymitch and other past victors.
Chapter One
After a few years of mentoring Beetee thought that he may have finally been given a very promising pair of tributes. A girl of Seventeen, she had long, chocolate brown hair. It framed her beautifully-carved, pale skinned face in light waves that fell to the base of her ribcage. Her bright, stormy, blue eyes were impassive. Her name was Tesla. Beside her stood, a Fifteen year old boy, Ignis. He had short, messy, jet black hair that stuck up in random places as if he had not long ago given himself an electric shock. He too had pale skin but his eyes were a pale green and almost as impassive as hers, if a little nervous. They were both quite good looking as district three citizens went, they were in good shape too.
Looks aside, they both reminded him of the younger Beetee and Wiress. They were both very smart and quick thinkers and easily capable of turning district three smarts into arena strategy. They didn't seem to be overwhelmed and distraught by being reaped, as tributes normally did. They took it in their stride and adapted tactically, the way a district three citizen always should.
"First test;" Beetee said, a serious tone in his voice, "You have been raised into the arena on your launch pad. What do you do in the first sixty seconds before the gong is sounded?"
"Decide whether to run towards or away from the bloodbath at the cornucopia." Ignis shot back immediately.
"Good." Beetee replied. "Tesla, how?"
"Use our quick district three thinking to scan the cornucopia for anything that may work to our advantage; electrical components, explosives and the like. If there is useful equipment we then calculate our chances of getting to it and out of the bloodbath without getting killed." Tesla looked very pleased with herself.
Beetee gave wry smile. "What if there is no useful equipment?" He said turning his head back to Ignis.
"We survey the terrain and head in the direction we predict to have a water source and a way to get there without being followed, picking up any less valuable items on the way." Ignis winked at Tesla.
"Well I must say that you two are the first tributes I've had to pass the first test." Beetee beamed at both of them. "Now, off you go with Wiress, she is going to teach you a few ways to mix in our district three skills with the survival stuff you will learn in the training centre. Then, later I will teach you about the arena and how you can use it to your advantage to make traps, weapons and other defences."
Beetee waved the pair off in the direction of Wiress and strolled towards the elevator, he had arranged to meet Finnick in the training room. They weren't allowed on each other's floors and the training room wouldn't be getting used until the next day so the best friends used it as their meeting place.
The crystal doors slid open silently and Beetee stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the training floor. I could easily create a better floor-selection system. He thought. Beetee could come up with a more efficient version of anything if you asked him to.
In a matter of seconds the doors parted again and revealed the vast empty space that would be transformed into the training area that night, ready for the morning. Finnick was sat against the wall at the other side of the room, just below where the gamemakers would observe the training. "How have you been Volts?" The last word was spoken mockingly.
"Shockingly good." Beetee shot back. "How, may I ask, is the one and only Finnick Odair?" Beetee smiled. He wasn't nervous or twitchy around Finnick. They were good friends and Beetee felt calm around him, the glorious Finnick Odair who intimidated every man in Panem with his flawless good looks just made Beetee feel better about himself, almost confident.
"Splendid as ever." Finnick retorted as Beetee lowered himself down beside him and as was tradition, they sat there in silence enjoying each other's company.
