Chapter 3 – Qualification.

"You did well today." She said comfortably. "The two I want to talk about are Sam and Tamika."

We were back in the classroom. Miss. Damarat had dragged us here after the fight. While we walked I had had several death threats from a number of my colleges, who I had taken out easily.

"Now first, lets talk about Tamika, how did she do?"

"She won miss!" I called out, only to be glared at by half the class and the teacher.

"Her technique was near perfect!" Miss. Damarat complimented. "Staying up high in the arena so she could snipe enemies." She continued. "It gives me a GREAT pleasure to teach her!"

"Thank you miss." Tamika replied, blushing.

"Now to Sam." She turned to me and snarled. "His technique is also near perfect. As he showed there he can kill someone without even looking at him or her. But he has one problem! Can anybody tell me what it was?" Miss. Damarat asked.

I saw every hand in the room go up.

"Jason?" She pointed at the first person I beat.

"He's a d!" Jason said. Practically everyone agreed.

"Okay... Anyone else?" Miss Damarat nodded. She obviously agreed with his statement. "Oh, you! Jonathan" She pointed to the guy I shot without looking at him.

"He's a sad, little B" The boy accused.

"Yeah he is!" A number of voices agreed.

"You want a fight!" I stood up and pointed at him.

"Like to see you kick my a Robinson!" His low voice taunted.

"I will!"

"And theirs!" He pointed to a few other people gritting their teeth.

"Please..." Miss. Damarat started.

"I can try!" I interrupted.

"Oh, big boy are we?" He taunted again. I had jumped over a number of desks and was standing metres away from him.

"Doesn't matter how big you are, all that matters is your toughness!" I accused, clenching my fist.

"Lets see you fight then weenie boy!" A voice from the crowd called. I caught a glimpse of our teacher. She was flabbergasted at what we were doing and yet she knew that she couldn't stop me. No one could stop me, not even me.

I rose my fists to head height and nodded for him to do the same.

"This should be easy!" He laughed as he raised his fists.

"For me! Yes! For you, you won't stand a chance!" I swung my fist; ready to feel his hard jaw hit my knuckles. But it didn't. I looked up to see his hand clutching my fist. He nodded and smiled, in a second I was on the floor with a bleeding nose.

"What were you saying Robinson?" He taunted at my dazed body.

"I said it would be an easy fight for me!" I raised my foot and hit him hard in the groin.

"S!" He squealed in pain as he clutched the area I had just hit. A teen in his pride reduced to a baby girl in seconds.

I moved my back in a complicated motion to flip myself up.

"You want more?" I asked him. He removed his hands from where they were placed. He then swung his foot in a circle, tripping me up. The moment went slowly. I could hear voices in the class calling my opponents name.

"Jump on him!" Jonathan ordered. A number of people jumped on me, as suspected, each one hitting me when they were on. I defiantly couldn't take more of a beating before I got...

"And Xan now faces new boy Sam Robinson! Which way will this fight go?" An announcer guy announced. I shook his hand and then we were teleported to our starting points.

Where I was now standing, the walls were dirty and grey. The windows on some of the walls were almost opaque, you couldn't see through them.

I started my walk over the soft brown soil beneath my feet. I had a green minigun in my hands. Each step crunched the soil beneath my feet.

After ten minutes of walking, I still hadn't spotted Xan, I was getting impatient and fed up. This was a small arena, and still, no sight of my enemy.

"Come out Kreigor!" I shouted.

Still walking, swaying my heavy metal gun in my gloved hands, I turned, back sideways, forward. Still no sign of him.

"COME ON! YOU'LL BE DEAD SOON! SO WHY DON'T YOU COME OUT AND PLAY!!!" I taunted again.

I turned backwards to see his golden metal suit looking at me. I shot my minigun at him. He just battered the bullets away. S! Not good. I tried secondary fire, still no use. He loaded his rocket launcher. Three silver rockets came flying towards me. I fell down, looked up and saw him laughing at me, taunting my dead body.

I woke up in what appeared to be my bedroom. Beige walls, yep. Green carpet, yep. White ceiling, yep. Desk, wardrobe, chest of drawers, yep. Defiantly my bedroom, so how did I get here?

I got off my bed and walked over to my titanium desk. On it was a note. It read:

Dear Sam,

Jonathan and his 'gang' knocked you out at school. You got sent home because you were injured. Miss Damarat has suspended you for a week; she has also suspended Jonathan and all the people who fought you for a week. Basically, your error in the fight was that you shouted out my name and told me where you were, so then I could shoot you 'BANG!'

After the week after next week, we will have finished school, and will be on to qualification, since we are obviously the best. We will start a team and fight in the tournament league. You can be captain of our team; you seem to be the one who can give orders effectively.

Well,

Hope to see you soon,

Love,

Tamika. XXXXXX

I was shocked at what had happened. I was going to be a captain? Wow!

The fortnight passed like a breeze and me and Tamika were off to the qualification of the tournament. After a few 'wet' good byes we went through the teleporters and were transported to a massive brown room full of eager new fighters.

We were ushered into a massive queue behind many races. We were both wearing the same as we did at school, Tamika was wearing an army uniform and I was wearing the armour I had on.

The queue moved quickly, and within five minutes we were at the front. In front of us was an army man, with a flabby face, dressed in an army uniform. His camouflage suit was a regular sight; lots of fighters wore them, except his was enlarged. He was next to a big steel door that obviously led to the equipment we were supposed to use.

"What's you're name?" He grunted in a low voice.

"I'm Sam Robinson," I answered nervously, "And my friend here's Tamika Scotman."

"Team name?"

'S' I thought, I could see Tamika was thinking the same thing. We hadn't come up with a name yet. With a few more seconds, I answered.

"Rapid Slashers!" I came up with.

"Rapid Slashers?" He asked.

"YEP!" Tamika chirped. "Rapid Slashers!"

"Go through and get you're equipment." He said, annoyed.

When we were through, I turned and showed the guy my middle finger, this annoyed him even more.

I then pointed and laughed at his red face. He jumped off his seat and stomped over to me.

Funny how some people you know instantly that you won't get on with, or you know you will get on with. You know who your friends are, and you stick with them.

"You better watch you're tongue!" he growled.

"Oops! There it goes, looks like I was too busy watching you get angry!" I laughed, Tamika joined in.

"I could get you kicked out of the tournament!"

I froze. I needed to be serious, Joking time was over.

"How can you?"

"The minimum amount for a team is three members. Apparently you two are really good, so I'll let you play a few matches before I kick you out. You need to find a member, I suggest looking in there!" He pointed into the hall.

"I'll go, I'm team captain, and I choose the members!" I told Tamika. She agreed, and with this, I rushed into the dull brown hall.

It was full of teams talking; only a few were by themselves. One was a fatso, also known as a juggernaut, another was a Skaarj d, a robot, a half-robot and a... Perfect!

I ran over to the Gen Mo'Kai that I had spotted. His white flesh looked rough, although part of his body was a jungle green colour. His long green topped, white-bottomed tail flopped behind him, the top part near his but was protected by four metal sheets, held together by some brown leather, random parts of his body had this leather on. Including his face. His face was split into four sections by the leather. His small mouth, his two eyes which each had a backward pointing horn and his top backward-facing horn. His hair was braided and shoulder length. He had four knees, two for each leg. The upper knee on each leg bent his leg so it moved the same way his horns did. The other knee bent it the opposite way. After the legs was bird like feet.

"Hi, I'm Sam!" I explained as I moved in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Motig." He sounded frustrated, although his voice was crackly, but lively.

"I saw you alone and thought you might like to join my team, would you like that?"

"How many people you got in your team?" He asked. He sounded unsure, but I knew I could convince him.

"Two humans."

"No Skaarj?"

"No Skaarj."

"Good, their sad pomhusas!"

"What?" I asked.

"Gen Mo'Kai insult, it's worse than your worst insult."

"You mean worse than ?" I asked. I knew now he was in, he hated Skaarj just as much as I did.

"Yep, worse than that!" He smiled. "You hate them to?"

"Yep, not sure about Tamika, although she should!" I laughed. I held out my hand.

"You have a new team member!" Motig said, while shaking my hand. His hand was cold, that or my hand was warm, but I smiled non-the less and then led him through the metal doors to meet Tamika, and let him sign for our team.

So we were a team, almost qualified for the tournament, and I was pleased.

The three of us stood in the dark red room. Seeing the black equipment in front of us. Soon, we would face a team of three, soon we WOULD qualify. Soon, we would be the champions!