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Operation: Defend the Island, The Power of the No. 1's (Part 1)

"Aaaaahhhh!" a young male sighed while stretching. He was wearing a black bodysuit with a blood red lightning streak through the center of his chest, and No.1 on his left shoulder. The suit was form fitting at the torso, and loose fitting from the waist down with a utility-like belt at his waist. He also had on black army combat boots and black fingerless gloves. His neck-length rough, yet curly auburn hair was flowing in the breeze as he took a deep breath. "Finally! It feels like ages since we were awakened last. I'd almost forgotten what fresh air smelled like."

"Oh, shut up Brock!" a young female shouted from behind him. She was wearing similar bodysuit, except it was form fitting from her neck to the center of her thigh, the streak being dark red, and she had on 3 inch heel boots that covered the rest of her leg. Her long flowing, yet tussled auburn hair, settled to her lower back as the breeze died down. "Geez, you can be such a nature freak at times, Brock."

"I. AM. NOT. A NATURE. FREAK!" Brock screamed at the top of his lungs. "You're one to talk, anyway. You like stretching out like this more that anyone. Right, Berserk?"

"Whatever," she scoffed. Berserk walked over to him and handed him his sword. "You left this inside the lab. This is the only time I'm going to bring to you. Afterwards, you're going to have to get it yourself."

"Oh, thanks a lot." Both of them looked out at the water trying to pass the time. After ten minutes of agonize boredom, Brock finally caved. "What's taking them so long? They should have been out here by now."

"Who? The military or the other two?"

"Both!" he exclaimed. "If I have to wait any longer…."

"From the way you're acting, seems like Katahiko should have named you 'Berserk' instead of me," Berserk said teasingly.

"Oh, really now?" Brock smirked devilishly. "Or maybe you're just what your series name implies, a PowerPUNK!"

Berserk gave him a glare that would scare the devil himself. "You insensitive jerk! I'll make you regret that you son of a-"

Just before Berserk could get the last word out, she was encased in a block of ice. "Chill out, Berserk. Save your energy for the mission," a chilled voice said from behind Brock.

When he turned around, he saw a girl that looked as if she were Berserk's twin sister. She had on the exact same bodysuit as Berserk, but the only differences were that this girl's hair was smooth, all dark red was neon pink, and she had a cold demeanor to her appearance.

"Um, hey Blossom," Brock said nervously. "Don't 'hey Blossom' you jerk," she snapped back while breaking Berserk out of the ice. "You can act like a child at times, and it makes me sick to my stomach."

Blossom was one of those people whose bad side you didn't want to get on. For the past month, whenever Brock or Berserk would get out of hand, she froze them dead on the spot. Well, in their opinion, it was better her than Brick.

"Hey, Blossom?" Berserk called. "What's taking Brick so long?"

Blossom shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Katahiko said that he had to make one small adjustment on Brick. He said something about him leading us for the mission and Brick had to be ready for it."

"Oh," both Brock and Berserk said looking at her. "Well, he shouldn't be too much longer," Blossom reassured.

(Back in the lab)

Katahiko was looking over a checklist over all the adjustments he had made. "Alright, RRF No. 1 you're done you can go," he said glancing up from his clipboard.

"Can't you get used to just calling me 'Brick', Katahiko?" the young male chuckled as he sat up stretching.

"I only call you that when my colleagues aren't around. You know this already."

Brick was silent as he put his bodysuit on. As he reached for his long sword, he turned to his creator. "Hey Katahiko, why'd you pick me to lead this mission?" he asked. "The others would do this better than I ever could, so why me?"

"Because the others lack that instinct needed to lead a team right now," Katahiko replied. He gave Brick a reassuring smile and said, "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

Brick stared at Katahiko for a few seconds before leaving towards the front off the lab. As he walked to meet with his team he thought to himself, "The instinct to lead, huh?"

(Back outside)

The other grew impatient and were wondering where their 'leader' was. "Well this is fun," Brock commented to break the silence. "This is stupid. Why do we have to wait for Brick? We could take care of this army without his help."

"Then maybe you wouldn't mind saying that to my face then, Brock." The trio turned around and saw Brick staring at them. His crimson eyes added and unnecessary amount of ferocity that even made Blossom quiver with fear. "Forget it. Right now, we have siblings to protect, so pay attention."

Everyone gave Brick their undivided attention as he explained how the army was invading the island. He said that they had different troop types set up at all points around the island. The northern and southern parts of the island had a large naval fleet, but the south used theirs for the airships. The east part of the island was being invaded with tanks. Finally, the west had grunt soldiers.

"Alright, who's going where?" Brick asked everyone. "Because I'm going to take care of the south."

Berserk was first to respond. "I'll take the east." Brick nodded and she sped off to begin her assignment.

"I'll take the west," Brock smirked while cracking his knuckles. "Grunts are my specialty." Brick motioned for him to take his leave he was out of sight in seconds.

He looked at Blossom and inquired, "So I guess you'll handle the north?"

"Looks like it," she answered. As Brick turned around to go towards the south, Blossom reached and grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and saw her blushing slightly. This caused his cheeks to turn a bit pink. There was a tense silence between them for just a few seconds.

"Um, Brick?" Blossom said breaking the silence.

"What is it?" he asked back. Blossom then leaned forward and gave him a small peck on the cheek. "Be careful."

She then turned around and ran off towards the area she was supposed to defend leaving Brick dumbstruck. He reached up and touched his cheek, and thought to himself. 'What was that just now?" He shook it off went towards the southern half of the island. Along the way, Brick was just thinking about what had happened between him and Blossom. He decided to deal with that situation later and he went ahead to start his mission.


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Next Chapter: Operation: Defend the Island, The Power of the No. 1's (Part 2)