A/N: Heya, it's-a me, Nitro!
This idea came to me in a flash and I wanted to put it down before the story left my head. So what if, there was an Elite Turf War League where not just Inklings, but Octolings can participate. It definitely won't be your average league.
Every story has a main character right? Of course, this would be an OC. Sure, loveable characters like Marin and Pearl, the Squid Sisters, and the two current Agents besides them can make an appearance, but the plot won't be centred around them.
There will be splats, there will be conflict and there will be some romance. So grab your switch and Marina waifu pillow and get ready for a story!
Splatoon - The Imperial League
Ah yes, Inkopolis. Home to millions of sea creatures ranging from the short jellyfish to the intelligent, human-like squids known as Inklings. Everyday, there was always something exciting or interesting in the large city. One area, being blocked off by a construction company that was working on some building or whatever, was home to the largest hub for squid teens, tweens and anyone fresh enough to hang with them: Inkopolis Square.
Everything from clothing to weapons was found there. And what were these weapons sold for? Why, for everyone's favourite sport derived from a horrific hundred year long war. Turf Wars!
Yes, Turf Wars, was a three minute match where two team consisting of four Inklings battled it out for turf. Using ink-dispersing weapons (Ink coming from their tanks as well ink sacs internally), they covered the ground and tried to take out the opponents with their ink. At the end of the match, whichever team had the most ground coverage was the winner. The ink colour was one different colour for each team, to make it easier for the judge to well...judge
However, four other kinds of battles were invented to keep the sport of shooting ink at others fresh. Rank systems and leagues were established by the Squid Board Association or SBA, who are in charge of the running system and upholding the rules.
However, knowing that you're are reading this, you must have some knowledge of how things work. However before we dive into the story, there are a few things you should know.
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After the Zapfish had been stolen again and returned to its home...again, a brand as illusive yet searched for on social media as Cuttlegear has returned to the spotlight: Monarch.
Monarch Industries has been around just as long as Cuttlegear. They had sold weapon no longer available to the public towards the squids fighting in a war derived from the Great Turf War several years ago. In fact, their founder and CEO of the company, Poseidon Monarch, was part of a Squidbeak Splatoon made by a middle-aged Cuttlefish to defeat the Octarians last threatening army in what was called the Bio-Tech War.
Monarch Industries was not just a weapons company, but they had the most impressive ann futuristic technology that even the ancient human couldn't have achieved. They had helped with Inkopolis infrastructure and build a few 'maps' for the kids and squids who played Turf.
Yep, things were going well for Inkopolis and its citizens. There was nothing bad happening nor was the Great Zapfish under the threat of being stolen anymore, due to the Octarian leader being trapped in a snow globe.
The sun would slowly rise from the horizon as the sunlight shined over the tall buildings of the large city. Some got up from their beds as the light shined through their window to wake them up. Others ignored the light and continued sleeping.
Well, one Inkling wouldn't get that privilege...
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*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
A low, groan could be heard in the room of a two-story apartment. A red tentacle haired Inkling got out of her bed and stretched her arms before tying her hair into pony-tail with a similar fashion to how some boys tie their tentacles into a high ponytail.
The Inkling then then began to dress herself into a black, high collar jacket. Similar to one another Inkling wore with a green vest.
Of course, this was what she didn't wear when she hadn't earned so much money in Turf Wars. This jacket cost her a LOT of coins, and it was extremely hard to find. Luckily someone was able to craft a replica from the illusive Cuttlegear brand, but it lacked the green vest. Because it was so one of a kind, she decided to throw some extra coins for a red strips running along the zip line down to the edges of the jacket.
Not to mention something like this gave her amazing perks.
"Ok, that's enough thinking to myself." She said, shaking her head as she put on some matching-colour sneakers before looking at the mirror in her bedroom. It was time for a her daily self-motivation.
"You can do this. You can do this. You got two teams, eight squids. Either you get a good team or a bunch of idiots. But on the safe side, always play like you're carrying them." The Inkling repeated words from someone dear to her. Someone she had not appreciated enough and lost too soon.
Now was not the time to think about him, not now.
There was a huge buzz today. The SBA arranged a tournament to commemorate a newest rank to the ranking system, and what some say the hardest rank to achieve: Rank X
And let's just say while she was excited to play in the tournament and possibly win. She also dreaded it. She knew that this was a her last tournament. SBA's rules state that only Inkling below 18 could play Turf War. She was 17 now, and it was almost November. Her birthday is in January and you know what that means...
Bye-bye, Turfing and Shooting. Bye-bye, Splatfests. Bye-bye fun.
While it was lucky for her to live alone, the Inkling knew it would be only a matter of time before she had to get a job. Her father didn't really care, since he knew she was raking in some coins with her battling but her worried mother bugged her every year after 15 to get an 'easy job' like waitress. She feared her daughter wouldn't get a steady cash flow by just doing 'silly Turf Wars' all day.
Well you can't tell me what to do mom! I'm grown enough to do what I want!
Maybe that was her rebel-teenager side speaking but older she got, the more mature she became and realized that living on Turf Wars wasn't going to last forever. She would need to start looking for a job after this.
"*Sigh* Looks like I did that self-motivation for nothing." The Inkling muttered to herself. She pulled at a drawer and took out her trusty weapon: The N-Zap '85. While she did use an '89 from time to time, she mostly used the original gray long barrel handgun. It had fast rate of fire, little ink consumption and a decent sub weapon.
Ink Armour was relatively a spammer Special for her. It filled her tank in a sticky situation and allowed her to take a few extra hits before taking her opponents out.
Without saying a word, she grabbed her weapon and walked out of her room. The Inkling grabbed a quick bite to eat before leaving her apartment in a hurry. If she was fast, she could get a few practice runs on the map they're using for the tournament before they start.
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As the Inkling arrived at the Tower, an orange tenta-haired Inkling spotted her. "Hi, Ruby!" She greeted, excitedly.
Ruby sighed. She knew Clement's would show up to watch her battle. She was one of her friends who the Inkling grew up with when they were only squids. Clem was good at Turf Wars, but not as competitive as she was. So, the Orange Inkling would always cheer her on whenever she went for a another S+ Rank.
And while Ruby didn't say it, she really liked her friend cheering her on. It gave her that extra support, even when she didn't really need it.
"Hey Clem, what's up?" The Inkling greeted back
"Oh I'm just excited your going to be in the X Tournament! I just know you're going to knock 'em down and win!". Excited as always, that was her friend Clements. Sure wish she was excited as well.
This was basically her last big Tournament. But in order to not ruin the mood, she kept a smile.
"Thanks Clem, I know you're always cheering me on. I'm going to train for a few hours. See you later." And with that, she walked towards the automatic doors of the Deco Tower and prepared herself by doing some reckon on the suggested levels for the Tournament.
What she wouldn't know, was that making the decision to do some prep before the tournament was not only going to pay off, but change her life forever by opening up a brand new opportunity...
...For the biggest league in all of Turf War history.
A/N: I think I'm going to end it here. I got much more to add to this but I think this is a good place to stop and wait for a review or two before a I drop another chapter (or not and I drop a chapter anyway -_-)
But now we know the first two character of this story: Ruby and Clements. We also know a bit of history on a certain company which would be a recurring aspect in later chapters.
Hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of my first Platoon fancy! (And that's a first!)
So, don't get cooked...
Stay Fresh!