"So, Boris, who's this Xan Kriegor guy?" I asked my teammate on the shuttle ride to the arena. Naturally, I had already read over the background info on every competitor for the match.

"He's the best of the best." Boris replied. "Ain't nobody ever beat him, and ain't nobody ever will."

"Does he have a face?"

"Naw, nobody's ever seen 'im without the suit. Some people say he ain't human."

"Hmm." I wonder what he looks like underneath that mask of his...

I had another teammate in the shuttle with us, a girl who was intent on staring out the window the entire trip.

"So, what's your story?" I asked her. There was nothing on the datapad about there being a third member of our team. She held her silence. I guess I should've felt ignored, but I shrugged it off. We all have our reasons for the things we do...

The shuttle slowed down and the trio were warped into the arena Condemned. The arena Condemned had a building in the middle with a command point at the top, and then alleyways all around to the other two command points. It looked like it was built in the 20th century with neon signs and all.

"Feels just like home." Boris murmured.

"Alright people, let's get to work." I ordered. "Boris, you go for Arturo's. And you..."

The third member of our little trio was looking away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I grabbed her by the shoulder. "Listen up you little-" And then she turned around. "My god." She looks exactly like me.

Of course, I tried my best to keep my cool. "You, uh, you take the command point Garage. Got it?" My doppleganger nodded. "Alrighty, I've got the rooftop. Let's move out, people!"

My teammates nodded and headed off to their positions, while I grabbed my trusty minigun and it's respective ammunition. I then headed for the rooftop. We secured our points and defended them well, but not well enough. After only a few minutes in and our fair shares of respawns later, the Blue team had about 50 score. We had 80 with it slowly climbing from the one command point that we had.

I spoke into my radio. "Alright you two, both of you hold Arturo's. I've got this covered."

"Roger that, Red Leader." Boris replied. I then went and grabbed the anti-grav boots while under heavy fire and jumped onto the rooftop, landing right on the point. Our score was at 85 and climbing twice as fast now.

Harlin was guarding the command point. I had taken it before he had even noticed me. He turned around suddenly only to see me there. I lowered my weapon slightly.

"So, you know what it's like to lose a family too." I said. In Harlin's file it said that his family was killed in an NEG raid. He seemed confused.

Confused long enough for my team to win the match. A voice was heard over the intercom, saying that the Red team had won. It was strange. Harlin, looking like a rather tough guy, seemed a little sad that I had mentionned his loss. I went over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder, in an attempt to console him.

"Man, just try losing two of 'em."