Private Prague, U.N.P.K

Chapter 20

The NLA Games

"Are you ready, Elma?" Private Prague asked the woman as she put on her formal wear, "I will be in every event as bodyguard." he placed on a dark blue chestplate.

"Oh, really now?" Elma asked as she put on a small bow on her neck, "That's like... 7 hours of games." she warned, "Are you sure you're up to that?"

"Unlike organic humans, I never tire." Prague responded, "Though I do tire in the aspect of having to put up with everyone's problems."

"You're not the only one." Elma chuckled, then looked at the android, "You look ready to wreck any evildoer's day." she looked at his armed body.

"HA!" Prague pointed his arm at a wall, then launched his fist and made it impact his target, causing a dent in the metallic structure.

"How strong is that?" Elma saw as the man went to retrieve his right hand.

"It can cause terrible internal damage if impact occurs on the chest." Prague informed, "Sure death is guaranteed, though I can tone it down to just an immobilizing move."

"Well you're certainly handy." Elma joked and chuckled a bit, but caused Prague to gain a straight face.

"Huh..." Prague sighed as he hooked his hand back up to his wrist, "Elma, please..."

"What, can't I make joke?" Elma laughed, "Come on, you know it was funny!"

Prague just shook his head and walked off, "I'll see you at the games..." he grumbled and stepped out of the barracks.

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A small stadium was built outside of New LA, the natural environment of Mira used as its back drop, and few indigens were found nearby,.

Several aircraft hovered around the stadium and circled almost its entire circumference, while a huge screen was propped up on Blade Tower and displayed live feed of the sports arena.

Elma was found on the most prominent booths, alongside Vandham, Nagi, and Maurice, as well as two other anonymous people.

A tower standing the highest stood at the opposite end, and this was were the commentators were.

"It seems the New LA games are here ladies and gentlemen!" one of the commentators, a dark skinned male, spoke, "Maurice's bread and circuses appeasement to our population has come around the corner, and boy are we hyped!"

"Now we start off the competitions with the first contest." the second commentator, a brunette woman, added as she saw the racers line up.

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"Alright!" Gwin said as he stood next to the racer at the right end of the track, "Irina, you got the time?" he asked his partner at the other side, who was standing next to a holographic clock.

"Got it." Irina nodded as she finished some final calibration, "Ready when you are."

"Ok!" Gwin raised his hand, and all the racers crouched into position, "Three... two..." he raised up a pistol, "One... GO!" he fired it, and all the racers bolted off.

"Good job." Irina gave a thumbs up, "That's how a real BLADE does his job."

"Thank Irina." Gwin rubbed the back of his head, "But this isn't the time or the place for this..." he muttered as he looked at the racers turn the bend.

In the stands, where the fans were cheering, a Nopon was waving his little flag wildly when suddenly a gust of wind came and plucked it out of his little ear fin.

"Mamapon! My flag is gone!" the nopon cried, and his mamapon shook his head.

"Hm..." Prague who was standing guard nearby, saw the flag be taken off in the wind, "It is my duty to ensure the health and happiness of the crowd..." he muttered, then took off and a blazing speed.

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"Woah! Looks like we have a newcomer!" the male commentator gasped when he saw Prague tear up the track, "And he's super fast! Like I'm not even sure a human could run that fast-"

"It seems he's not following the track itself." the female commentator spoke as the android went into the pitch and jumped up, "I don't even know what he's doing!"

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"Here you go." Prague told the Nopon as he returned the flag, "Keep it tight next-" he noticed some news reporters were standing right behind him.

"I'm here live with the mystery runner, who had turned out to be Private Prague of the United Nations." a news reporter said, "His motivation for running into the competition was, that even though he has a body made of steel, his heart is made of gold." she smiled softly.

"Actually not." Prague shoved her aside, "My chassis is made out of Siberium, and incredibly strong yet flexible and lightweight metal that has high heat and pressure resistance. For the other note I do-"

"There there..." Doug, who was also standing guard at this event, pushed Prague away, "That's enough out of you, metalhead. These folks came to see the game, not Lady Kindness."

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"Are you ready, Doug?" Lin asked as she rubbed the man's great big masculine shoulders, "This next guy pummeled that other guy with his fists!" she warned.

"Yes, I think that's how boxing works." Doug grunted as he laced up his red, white, and blue boxing gloves, "Give me some water!" he told the young girl.

"Ok ok Captain US..." Lin grumbled as she handed the man a water canteen, "Just remember I am your trainer..."

"You only slapped your name on the paperwork at the last minute!" Doug shook his fist, then drunk his water sloppily.

"There there, we can't all be prudent enough to single out the winning competitor." Lin wiped his neck with a towel, then heard a bell ring, "Oh! We're starting."

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Gwin came on the ring, "Welcome to the NLA Olympic boxing tournament! In this corner, at 292 Pounds, hailing from Scotland, UK! Macbeth McGregor!" he announced, causing the said man to stand up. "And at this corner, weighing 315 pounds, the Heavyweight Harrier Champion, Doug!"

"It's time to go Harrier Style!" Doug shot up and faced his opponent, showing his very patriotic red, white, and blue outfit to the crowds, "I'll give you peace and freedom... BY FORCE." he growled.

"I'll show you where it's at!" Macbeth grunted as the two got into fighting positions.

"Get him, Doug!" Lin cheered from the sidelines as Gwin ran them through the rules, "Pummel him! Destroy him! Eat his ear!" she growled.

"Wait, what?" Doug turned and shook his head, then turned back when the bell rung and the timer started.

"Hyah!" Macbeth yelled and threw a mean hook, hitting Doug in the chin.

"Argh!" Doug absorbed the hit with some pain, "Take this!" he yelled and aimed for the man's abdomen, landing two out of three blows.

"I'll show you power!" Macbeth absorbed all his punches, "No one born of women can defeat me!" he grinned and delivered his own fury.

"AGH! OOF ACK!" Doug grunted as he was sent back into the ropes, "Hrah!" he delivered a painful hook, causing his foe to stumble for a few seconds, "My mother had a C-Section!" he yelled and uppercutted the man.

"No!" Macbeth stood back, "No!" he yelled to the sky.

"FOR FREEEDOM!" Doug yelled and struck Macbeth in the chin, sending the man flying back and making him go unconscious.

"KO!" Gwin yelled as he saw Macbeth no longer stood, "What a tragedy for him!"

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"Ah... Women's Beach volley ball..." Lao nodded in content as he looked at the makeshift field in the coast found south of Biahno Lake.

The sun baked the beach in a nice and evenly spread spectrum of light, but it was over the stadium so it did not interfere with any glare.

"This has got to be my favorite sport." Doug chuckled as the two stood next to each other in guard duty, "Cools me off from my bouts."

"I do not understand this like for the sport." Private Prague walked up to them, "It's just as regular as other sports."

"Tsk tsk tsk... Metalhead, you have a lot to learn." Doug shook his head, then placed his arm over the android's shoulders, "You see, it's moments like these where I doubt you fully emulate the everyman." he moved his other arm across the court's horizon, "For you see, and get this implanted into your systems memory or whatever-"

"Performing behavioral update, recording to Private Prague profile." Prague spoke, interrupting Doug for a few seconds.

"Look, all you gotta know is that every guy loves to watch him a sport with half dressed, beautiful women in a luxurious environment." Doug shared his boundless wisdom, "Boy, that Gwin has it lucky right now." he looked at the man in the referee outpost, "Right now he has the best view on those sun-tanned, wondrous bodies that so emphasize the importance of the female species. All we need now is a nice 6 pack, a comfy couch, and a cooling fan to get this party started."

"Data recorded and saved." Prague responded, "Placing it under: Lewd Male Fantasies and Hopes."

"Oh come on!" Doug groaned and face-palmed...