HELLO EVERYBODY!

I am BACK, yes BACK, with the first chapter to Gone Rogue. Fast update, I know. It probably won't be like this in the future though, trust me. Once school actually starts to get going...

I just shivered...

Anyway, I don't wanna start a rant, so let's just get the show on the road.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Splatoon or Splatoon 2. I only own the OCs.

"They're here, and they're taking out all of our forces! We can't stop them alone! Requesting back-AAAAH!"

"Beta squad going down! I repeat, Beta squad going-"

Static came from the radio after that, signaling the fall of the second Octarian squadron. The final squadron, Delta squad, is all that remains of the Octarian forces sent to guard the zapfish from their enemy; Inklings.

Inklings and Octarians have been at war for quite some time now, for just about a century. This war had to have some sort of goal, and that goal was to win over the zapfish. Octarians needed the zapfish in order to survive, having no power themselves since they lived underground, and Inklings needed the zapfish so the Great Zapfish can be whole once more.

Right now, Delta squad was all that was left blocking the Inklings from one of their remaining zapfish in the Octarian's possession. Those in the Delta squad are 4 Octoslobs, 2 Octobombers, and one Octoling to lead the group. The Octoling's name was Kayde Dremmur.

Kayde let the static from the radio go on for a few moments more, before crushing the device in the palm of his hand. "Damn." The teen muttered, realizing just how big of a responsibility was dropped onto his squad, which was, to be fair, not one of the best squads out there. He turned to the rest of his group behind him, seeing them stare emotionlessly back at him. "Well boys, nice knowing ya. We're the last squad alive, and the Inklings are coming for us next. And by the sounds of the other squadrons' fights...this won't go too well."

An Octoslob moved forward, "Permission to speak, commander?" Kayde nodded in return, granting the Octoslob's request. "Everyone on this sqaud knows that we Octoslobs and Octobombers aren't shit, to be completely honest. We have these machines to ride around on and shoot, as well as bomb Inklings, but when has that ever been useful and splatted even one of them?" The Octoslob paused. "Never. We also know, along with the rest of the Octarian forces, that you are one of the better soldiers we have. If I were a high ranking officer, I would want to keep you alive. Live to fight another battle that we would have a better chance of winning."

Kayde sighed. "I commend you for your bravery and selflessness, soldier. However, I cannot, and will not flee this battle. I will see it through to the end, no matter how bad the odds are against us." This time, and Octobomber flew forward slightly.

"Pardon my interuption, commander. I agree with Sebadam. If you retreat, we will have better odds next battle, even if they are slightly increased. It's better than nothing."

The teen commander was about to reply when he and the rest of his patrol heard the door below them get blown open. "The Inklings have arrived." He whispered.

"Sir, please! Do this, not for us, but for your people! For the Octarians!" The Octoslob tried convincing Kayde once more.

"I..."

First Person POV

I didn't want to admit it, but I was terribly afraid. During training, we soldiers are taught to show no fear, for the Inklings can smell fear. Get rid of our emotions. But...I'm still just a kid, having barely been into my Junior year of High School before being drafted. I can't just get rid of my emotions with..with a snap of my fingers!

The Octoslob's offer was so tempting, but I knew that if I went back, no squad in sight, there would be hell to pay. Both for the failed mission, and the cowardice they thing I would show. However, as soon as that door was broken, and Inklings swarmed in the room, I knew what I had to do.

I glanced at my group, receiving fierce, determined nods in return. Well, bobs from the Octobombers since they float. I returned their nods with my own, promising that I would mourn for them later. When I heard the rapid taps of Inkling footsteps, I decided to make a break for it.

I took out my Octo blaster and sprayed a red ink trail in front of me, making it so that I could dive into the ink, in octo form, and make a faster getaway. Every few seconds I would have to surface in order to place down more ink, but I was fast enough that it wasn't a problem. Well, it didn't seem like a problem, until a line of orange ink made me halt my retreat.

I resurfaced, begrudgingly accepting the fact that whoever stopped me is terribly fast, and I would not be able to shake them if I took off again. 'I knew I should've taken those speed boosting classes...' I thought, mentally hitting myself for believing that I would be perfectly fine with the speed I had now. Apparently not.

"Great work, Agent 3!" Shit, reinforcements, and by the sound of the amount of footfalls I'm getting...there's two more. One was female, and the other-

"This isn't over yet, Agent 1. We still need to kill this Octoling, and then get the zapfish." Also female. God dammmit.

I let out a sigh and turned around, gaze towards the ground as I accepted my fate. "Welp, guess this is it, huh? You're just gonna kill me and be done with it?" My question was more of a statement, but for some reason I tried to stall. Maybe there were reinforcements coming to back me up?

...Nah, I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing.

"Don't try to guilt trip us, Octarian scum. None of your tricks will work on us." Well damn, how rude. Here I am, trying to get a grip on what's about to happen, and this Inkling gets all bitchy about it. Geez.

"Come on Agent 2, at least let her have a few moments to fully sink into it." And there it is. The dreaded misunderstanding of my gender because of the fucking clothes my general wanted the Octarian forces to wear. Fantastic.

I turned my gaze upward so I can look the Inklings in the eye. "Actually, I'm a male. Please don't let the clothing confuse you. My general wanted all of the Octarian forces to wear armor appealing more to the feminine side." My statement caused the two in front of me to giggle slightly. Huh, they were actually kinda-

Wait...wasn't there three Inklings here?

A cock of a gun and the feeling of cold metal against my head made me realize what was happening. 'The third one snuck up behind me? When?!' I moved my head ever so slightly so I can actually see my would-be killer. Orange. Like the ink that cut me off. Long, orange tentacles, and yellow eyes. Pretty face too. 'Wait wait wait, I am NOT checking her out right now.' About to be killed and I'm admiring the Inkling's face. Stupid teenage hormones, I swear.

"Any last words?" One of the two in front of me spoke up. It was the white tentacled one, smirking in a holier-than-thou manner. "You are about to see the rest of your squad, after all. Why don't you do one more little act of defiance, like they all did." Oh no no no. They did not just do that.

My squadron, my peers, comrades in arms...they toyed with them, didn't they? The way this girl is talking about them so lightly, mirth in her eyes...

"I'm going to kill you."

"Excuse me?"

And the gun fired...

I'm not gonna stick around and do a whole outro or anything. But I do wanna say this: Read, Favorite/Follow, Review, and hope to see you all, NEXT TIME!