Hello there! Well, you guys remember when I said I should be updating by Friday? Well, surprise! Turns out school got cancelled today, so I began working on the next chapter! I really hope you guys like it!


He was blinded by the bright light, almost to the point that he had almost let got of the stairs to cover his eyes from the sun.

"*Ah God! My eyes! Damnit!*" He yelled, suppressing his urge to cover his eyes with his hands, as to not lose grip on the ladder.

"*Ahhh… Fresh air...*" he sighed with content, as he stepped out of the bunker, sitting down as to take in the sunlight in delight.

"*Well, time to get goi-*" he said to no one in particular, but stopped mid-sentence at the sight.

A wooden crate. But not only that, but also concrete floor, and, where those buildings in the distance?!

"*What? Boxes? Did someone survive?!*" he thought with marvel, at the possibility that somehow human life had somehow survived the nuclear bombardment.

"*Well, I'll be damned, looks like someone did end up winning the war… but who did?*" he thought, now with worry, thinking about what the empire would do to a bunker full of federation."

Not taking any chances, he closed the hatch, hopping that message saying that he should be able to reopen it by pressing down and twisting would be true.

"*Better be careful…*"

Everything seemed to look normal, it even appeared that whoever inhabited had magnetically floating platforms.

"*Well, if this is empire, we're in big trouble… Well, at least it seems no one's home…" he thought inwardly, while he lifted his face mask just enough to free his mouth, as he lighted a cigarette, only to immediately snuff it out as he heard voices approaching, taking cover behind a box, not knowing who it may be.

"Well, shit, seems like we've got another double shift again…" one of the octotroopers said with a tired sigh.

"Well, what can you do? At least we're lucky this is a low priority preparation site, apparently, the want to prepare the terrain for some important energy pro- Hey, do you smell smoke?"

"*sniff* yeah, we should check that out, come on!"

"DEAR FUCKING GOD, WHAT THE FUCK ARE THOSE, WHAT THE FUCK, I KNEW THE N- OH SHIT, THEY'RE COMING THIS WAY" He thought in absolute horror as he noticed the tentacles on wheels turned towards his general direction.

At first drawing his gun, he prepared for a fight, but considering that the gunshot could attract more of then, he opted for throwing his cigarette as a distraction, drawing their attention

"What was that?"

"I don't know… Call for that octoling at the base, we could have a possible inkling infiltration!"

"Inkling? Nah, this place has nothing for them to steal, probably a rouge octo on their way to the planes… *Patrol to base, Patrol to base, do you copy?*"

"*Base to patrol, I copy.* *what's the matter?*"

"*Patrol here, we have a possible rogue octo, do we engage, or do we wait for support?*"

"*Wait for support, I'm on my way*"

"*Roger that* See? It's easy. You see something, you say something. Just let the girls do their jobs" The octo said as to reassure his partner, both failing to notice him sneaking towards one of the moving platforms.

"*Jesus Christ, what the fuck are those?! I gotta get those energy pods fast!*" he thought as crouched on the platform, which luckily for him, began moving automatically as he stepped on it.

"Another rogue huh? Well, let's see what I can do for her…" She thought to herself. She no longer had any loyalty to the King, she would have gone rogue herself long ago had it no being for the opportunity to help other rogues in that often passed in her sector.

Or that was her plan, until she saw what came of the platform. That was no octoling.

She looked almost human. Almost. Apart from the orang-ish tentacles that were where her hair was supposed to be, she looked normal. Black shorts and tank top, eye wear (which he assumed were night vision googles, but as why she would wear them during daytime was beyond him) some sort of rifle, tanned skin, and a very endowed figure.

This inkling was quite strange. With their figure, she assumed they could possibly be male, although making an assertion with the ludicrous amount of clothing he was wearing was hard. Another thing that stroke her as odd was the clothing he was wearing, which was consisted of boot, pants, kneepads, shirt, a strange looking vest, gloves, facemask and strange hat which covered all of his tentacles (That can be comfortable ...) which all sported a quite hideous combination of blacks, greys and whites and a black face mask which only showed his grey eyes, full of fear.

Even thought she had no loyalty for the King, letting an inkling roam around freely was not something she could allow. Too many lives had been lost in this useless war, she would not allow any dead comrades on her watch.

He knew what would happen if the bunker location fell into imp hands. He would not allow another massacre to happen today.

"*Freeze!*"

"Freeze!"

They both yelled.

Seeing as she wasn't giving up, he shot first.

RATATA!

Not only did her shooter shatter into a thousand pieces, but she felt a sudden, stinging pain up her arm.

Stumbling from both shock and pain, he took the opportunity, and pushed her, sending her towards the floor.

"*What are those things down there imp!? Answer me!*"

She could not understand a word of what he said, but his voice was filled with a mix of both anger and fear. Supposing it was the fear that kept him from noticing her mouth becoming bulged, she took the opportunity and spat ink all over his face, making him recoil from her, with pained yells.

"Hey! Is everything ok over there!?" One of the octotroopers yelled from below. She barely took notice of it, instead getting up with a jump, beginning her pursuit against the inkling, which had begun to run, in a pained manner.

"Oh no you don't, you not getting away!" she yelled as she began to catch up with him, but flinched in pain, as something pierced straight thought her tentacle, followed by a loud crack.

"ARGH! Now you've done it!" She yelled once more, filling her mouth with ink, and firing against his leg, making him stumble.

Now, she was the one to pounce on him, tackling him down. She noticed that, during their chase, he had removed his hat and mask, which he still carried with one of his hands, the other one had a strange looking shooter. And with the mask off, she saw olive skin, black, messy threads coming from his head, and a pair of gray eyes, filled with fear.