The ride in the shuttle was a slow boring one, and all I had to really do was take in oxygen and sit in my assigned room. Another thing about the tourney is that they keep you apart on the way there to prevent fights, or, heck, even getting to know another entrant a little.
We finally stopped and got out. Tempest, above old New York City and a personal training arena for Xan Kriegor himself (or herself, since no one really knew what gender 'it' is), was the arena I would fight in, with more than enough opponents; Tajheri, Gilfred, Anna, Darhl, and Damascus.
I spawned in and quickly found the Minigun and some ammo. After I turned Anna into a leaky piece of meat, took her Enforcer, and got down from wherever the hell I warped in, I started to hear gunfire and explosions like a war had just started.
In a few minutes, it all stopped. Silence. Then a girl said, "And stay down!"
I recognised the voice from my past in Vilandra but I couldn't quite place it with any nearly forgotten face.
I ran, well, jogged a bit pausing only once to take out Gilfred. I found a large room with some armour on the floor, so I slipped the thing on and someone shot the floor behind me with a rocket launcher, thus, making me fly a little ways. I did a 180 right then and there firing my minigun like mad. Finally Darhl croaked and coughed up his rocket launcher while he was at it, so I picked it up and stored it for safe keeping.
I continued onward, fragging everyone left and right, but I hadn't met up with this Tajheri person yet.
Finally I saw the back of a woman in a yellow uniform much like my plain brownish-grey one. She had jet black hair that went down past her shoulders and...
And she tucked some hair back behind her right ear in an almost automatic gesture that I could've sworn I had seen before. Could it be...?
The girl, whom I assume to be Tajheri, suddenly became alert and splattered Damascus all over the walls on the other side of the room with her rocket launcher. "Die!" escaped her lips and I was convinced I knew her from somewhere.
"S'cuse me," I finally said, "but have you seen anybody with jet black hair kinda like yours, a yellow outfit on, and holds a Rocket Launcher just like you are right now?" The girl froze and slowly spun around, and I almost died of a heart attack on the spot. "J-Jayce?"
"That's the name, don't wear it out!" Jayce said in that high-pitched hyper voice of hers. "Wha'cha been up to lately, Kyla? The usual?"
"Yeah, sorta. What brings you to this dark and gloomy place?" I asked her casually.
"The usual..." Jayce said, then let lose six of those bouncy grenades on me.