Finally updated. Just so you know, this chapter takes place in Botor, but with red pikmin. Next chapter will take place on the opposite side of the River Skien, at the exact same time, but with blue pikmin. Destruction, murder and treachery. Just like modern real-life politics!

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Trade with Botor was very important to Velosia's economy, being far better farm land. As such, the two nations always kept merchants and soldiers in one another's closest cities; for Botor, it was Washva, while for Velosia it was Skielth. The Velosians always made sure they had one unit of warriors in Washva, to supplement the merchants. The Botirians, very nearly controlling trade as it were, kept to a similiar policy in Skielth.

As of late, neither side had been getting along. Political parties chafed, the ties between the rival nations leading more and more to near-violent competition. Three Velosian merchants were murdered in Washva, and though the bodies were recovered, the blue pikmin refused to do anything about the murderers. Two blues were assaulted in Skielth shortly afterwards; the three red pikmin involved, farmers, were beaten to death within the blue embassy. Trade waned, food stopped coming over the Skien. The Mother Onion, from the fearsome fortress known as Komberg, dispatched a group of ambassadors and a bodyguard of many of Her best warriors.

Godbor, Chief Ambassador, made sure to keep his hand on the hilt of his sword as he and the rest of the red pikmin stepped out of the boat. The red pikmin stationed in the Washva Embassy quickly helped the ambassadors and their bodyguard onto the docks and escorted them inside. Blue pikmin in the streets seemed to scatter, casting hateful glares and calling insults from within alleys. Captain Bregga, commander of the Elite Bodyguard, formerly known as the Blood Swords, growled. Like Godbor, he kept his hand on the hilt of his sword. His 'min did the same.

After a quick waste of time spent in the Washva Embassy, the ambassadors and their guards stepped outside into the Market Square. Here, blue pikmin could be found in great abundance, from aged and dimming fishermin to energetic seedlings. They cast poorly disguised glares at the Velosian merchants and soldiers that milled in the south-eastern corner, close to the river.

"It's unusually quiet," muttered Lieutenant Storth, commanding officer of the small unit of warriors in Washva. Godbor cast a quick glance around and realized that the red pikmin were surrounded by blue pikmin, far more hostile than ever before. The air seemed to crackle with anticipation, as if two opposing armies had been drawn up against one another on the field of battle.

Three blue pikmin stood in the center of the Market Square, surrounded by many more blues. The first blue stood tall and proud, his gaze condescending. He wore a warm white cloak that he had folded over his left arm. A sword-hilt could be seen, brazenly displayed on the left side of the pikmin's belt. The two other pikmin appeared to be bodyguards, wearing chainmail hauberks and carrying spears. Arming swords could be seen at their belts. Why are they wearing this armor? thought Godbor, Blues wear leather and padding.

"Greetings," stated the tall blue pikmin wearing the white cloak. He did not bow. He did not seem to be greeting anybody.

"Our Mother Onion sends Her regards," replied Godbor tersely. "She wishes to know why you have grown hostile and are stopping trade."

Several sneers greeted the red pikmin. Hands tightened on swords. A rising sense of anticipation began to build, a storm that hung over the heads of the entire Market. Godbor kept his hand inside his cloak, on his own sword, and made sure to glare into the blue pikmin's eyes.

"We have new trade options," the blue pikmin replied, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Openly hostile. "The Mother Onion has decided not to waste Her valuable resources on bickering murderers."

Captain Bregga and his 'min snarled. Godbor was becoming aware of an increasingly large presence of blue pikmin on all sides... and he could see that many had rocks in their hands. He returned his gaze to the blue pikmin.

"Very well. If you wish to be hostile and rude about it, we will withdraw. You shall receive no more steel or iron."

There were several laughs in the crowd. The sense of rising hatred and anticipation was eating away at Godbor's insides. His fellow ambassadors were shifting nervously, something that most blues in the crowd probably couldn't detect.

"We do not need your metal," spoke the tall blue pikmin. "And you are acting hostile against the Mother Onion. We will have no more of this, and your violence against our people will come to an end as of now." He displayed his sword. "We will not tolerate your desecration of our city and nation, Velosians."

Now Godbor shifted his dark cloak to the side and displayed his own sword, glaring hatred at his opponent. They shifted their stances. As much as Godbor would like to avoid violence, he could see it was inevitable. The blue pikmin wanted blood... The Velosians had been crossed. He had noticed that these blues spoke of their Mother Onion as "The", instead of the customary term of "Our"... As if refusing to acknowledge the Velosian Mother.

"Bastard," hissed Godbor. "Your politics are just a cover. You declare war on Velosia!"

The blue pikmin roared in fury and anger, threatening and displaying weapons. Soldiers began drawing weapons. The tall blue politician screamed aloud, pointing and opening his eyes wide as if to show hurt and shock... Godbor could see through this guile. The blue pikmin was savoring this moment, he had expected it... and the Velosians had walked right into the trap!

"The barbarians declare war on the Mother Onion!" roared the pikmin pointing as soldiers began stepping forward. "Arrest them at once!"

But the Velosians knew that there would be no arrests... the blues planned to kill them all. Spears leveled against the red pikmin.

"Murderers and cheats!" roared Godbor, shoving a blue pikmin to the side and pulling out his sword. Roars and screams filled the air. "You threaten our people with death and mock our Mother! Ex dek am Veloza!"

Screams and roars erupted as the storm suddenly broke with all the violence and destruction of a hurricane. Hundreds of blue pikmin swarmed forward, throwing rocks, swinging whatever weapons they had at hand. Soldiers, surrounding the reds on all sides, attacked. Velosian Merchants pulled out swords and leaped over their stalls into the chaos, swinging their blades against the blues. Soldiers formed a tight knot, fighting off attacks from all sides.

Godbor sprinted forward, seeing rather than feeling the blade that struck his side, swinging his sword. The blue politician screamed and toppled, left arm falling seperately to the ground, white cloak tearing and rapidly becoming red, his ribs revealed. Captain Breggar roared, "Ex dek am Veloza!" killing the first of the two bodyguards with a sword swing that split him in half, blocking the spear of the second with his heavy shield. Blood stained his colored cloak as it was ripped, revealing the chainmail beneath. The red pikmin fought for their lives against a murderous mob.

For the first time in fifty years, blood stained the streets of Washva... And it ran thick.

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