Private Prague of the United Nations Peacekeeping Forces
The Twenty-First Chapter of this Satirical and Comedic Sitcom known as:
The New LA Games, Part II
Written on the Year of Our Lord, Two-Thousand and Sixteen
"Alright, I got the scoreboard up." Gwin muttered as he set up his holographic score tab, "Proximity markers up... Instant Replay working just fine..."
"Hey, idiot!" a very familiar voice called out to him.
"Who co- GAH!" Gwin gasped and turned red when he immediately saw Irina on the right half of the court, donned in very liberal volleyball clothing.
"You're going to like this game... I guarantee it." Irina winked at him, then stepped back into the court with her team.
"AH... Ah... AH..." Gwin stammered as he could barely keep his eyes off Irina, "Ah..."
"We're ready to start." one of his assistants came up, "Gwin... are you ok?"
"Y-Y-Yeah!" Gwin nodded as he raised his hand, then put a whistle in his mouth and blew it.
The game started off with a member of the opposing team serving the ball- However, this went unseen by the referee, who kept his eyes locked on to Irina like a Skell locks on to a Ceto.
PREE! One of the assistants blew her whistle, startling the mystified Gwin greatly.
"Point!" Gwin blurted and pointed to his right, getting a groan from the left team.
"It was our point!" the left team yelled and grumbled.
"Is there something up?" the assistant who had made the call asked Gwin, "What's going on?"
"Nothing! Just glare!" Gwin rubbed the back of his head, "Team goes to Pathfinder Team!" he announced, reducing the dissent to minimal levels.
"Try to pay attention, please..." the assistant sighed and climbed back down.
"Very well... I'll try." Gwin said to himself as he continued monitoring Irin- I mean the game.
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"Wow..." Elma shook her head as she saw Gwin get scolded by some administrators, "What happened here?" she asked Vandham, who was walking to the next game with her.
"Apparently the boy couldn't keep his eyes off his little princess." Vandham answered, "And he made a lot of bad calls the last game."
"I was moved to Men's Javelin, so I didn't see it." Elma muttered, then turned to Nagi, who had seen them.
"Gwin is barred from refereeing a women's volleyball game for the rest of the games." Nagi informed and crossed his arms, "It seems that Irina is not only good at intercepting indigens, but also his line of sight."
"Rumor has it that the two are living together now..." Vandham muttered, "Boy these younguns are really something... So liberal now."
"Well those rumors are false." Elma told him, "They are seeing each other, as I have heard from them and Private Prague. I told them it was fine as long as it doesn't interfere with BLADE operations."
"You should have extended that to Olympic operations as well." Nagi grumbled, "Now I have to reschedule his games." he sighed.
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"Alright, Doug!" Lin yelled as she once again attended the boxing Harrier, "This is the last match! It's either the silver or the gold, baby, and I'm not taking 108 units of Atomic Mass home with me!" she said.
"What?" Doug shook his head, but was smacked by Lin on the right temple.
"Just win that Au, Doug!" Lin cheered as she massaged his neck.
Gwin showed up once more and held the microphone. "On this corner, at 315 pounds! The Heavyweight Harrier! Doug!" he yelled and Doug stood up to his name. "And on this corner." the Interceptor continued, "At 107 pounds, from the Bronx, New York... Mac!" he announced as a young man with black hair jumped up.
"Everyone knows you weaken your opponents first!" Doug chuckled as he walked up to Mac, who was quite short compared to him.
"Take him out, Doug!" Lin cheered, "If you do, I'll be the one buying you chocolate!" she said.
"Did someone say... chocolate?" the opponent's trainer muttered as he stared at Lin, his big, husky appearance intimidating her.
"Alright, let's get this on!" Doug stepped back as he circled around Mac, "Not much of a speaker, are you?" he noticed his foe's lack of vocal skills, "I have a friend just like you, except he decided to stay at Home!" he delivered and uppercut, which was avoided by the boxer.
Mac delivered his punches quick and effectively, making Doug grunt in pain.
"Take this! Harrier Strike!" Doug yelled and hit the young man, causing his foe to spin around.
Mac turned back and delivered a few punches more, then stopped when the most peculiar thing happened.
"Why are you glowing purple?" Doug muttered as he saw Mac turned a shade of that dark color, "HRAH!" he uppercutted the man, sending him spiraling to the ground.
Mac fell to the ground and Gwin started to count, but the young man climbed up the ropes and back into the fray, getting a bandage on his head.
"So, back for more?" Doug chuckled as he saw Mac return, "That's Harrier style!" he threw a combo punch.
Mac weaved left to right away from the combo, then ducked away from a nasty hook.
"Huh?" Doug noticed Mac glow yellow for a brief moment, "What is up with you and all these colors?" he asked as he threw another fury of punches, but was stopped when Mac punched his stomach.
"Doug!" Lin gasped as Doug was immobilized by the hits.
"AUGH!" Doug gagged and fell to his knees, Gwin starting to count after that.
Mac saw as Doug slowly regained his footing and put up his fists.
"You... sure have an attitude about you..." Doug chuckled, but then heard the bell ring.
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"You're doing good, Mac!" Mac's trainer cheered, "Did you know the little girl over there invited us to eat chocolate?" he bit down on a chocolate bar.
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"Round Two!" Gwin said and stepped aside, "Start!"
"RAH!" Doug started off big and strong with a nasty right hook, landing a terrible hit so bad that Mac was instantly sent to the ropes and into the ground.
Mac laid there as little birds spun around his head, then weakly picked himself up and rubbed his black eye.
"Ha ha ha!" Doug taunted and punched again, this time being evaded, "Huh?" he noticed Mac shine yellow again.
Mac got under him and delivered a good blow to Doug's right flank, causing the Harrier to falter.
"Argh!" Doug gnashed his teeth, then saw Mac glow yellow one last time, "What is it with you and you-"
Mac delivered a fearsome uppercut that connected perfectly with Doug's chin, sending the Harrier flying back and subsequently bouncing off the ropes.
"Doug!" Lin gasped as Doug fell to the ground, and Gwin counted down to the inevitable KO, "You gotta get up, Doug! If we don't win... Oooh..." she groaned, "Doug, if you don't get up I'm going to flush your goldfish down the drain!" she yelled.
Instantly, Doug's eyes shot open and locked on to Mac, "NOT MR. GOLDBOTTOMS!" he roared and delivered a critical right hook to Mac's jaw, sending the young man crashing into the ground.
After a few tense moments, Gwin looked up to Doug, "KO!"
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The atmosphere was now calm, starkly different from the festive mood after the games the previous week. The streets of New LA, some still covered with ticker tape and confetti, seemed ominously devoid of life and festivities, but with no malicious reason. BLADE Tower continued to broadcast the time, temperature, and humidity to all those in the city, as well as notify of current news.
Inside the BLADE Barracks, it was as quiet as a house mouse, no sound could be found in the semi-darkened halls aside from the soft hums of appliances that were still operational.
Private Prague was hooked up in his station, staring blankly ahead into the glowing neon kitchen lights dead ahead of him.
It was now 3 in the morning, everyone in the barracks was asleep, as the now detached Prague saw it.
"Hmm..." Prague looked at Lin as she blissfully slept on her pink bed, surrounded by posters of anonymous Korean pop singers and blueprints of Skells. A quick scan revealed that her grounds were littered with pencils, erasers, and crumbled up balls of paper. On one of the desks was a blueprint of Prague's android build, causing the man to shudder and grab the paper, crumbling it up and putting it in his pocket soon after.
The android stepped out of the girl's room and moved to the room right across the hall from it.
"Doug..." Prague muttered as he saw the man, who was in a tank top and underpants, sprawled out across his large bed, halfway out of his thick blankets. His room, unlike Lin's, was much more orderly, save for the far right corner where a heap of clothes was taking root into the cold metal tile. On his walls were also pictures of Skells, but surprisingly no members of the so called 'female species', only motorcycles and cars.
The android stepped out of the room and went across diagonally, or the door to the right of Lin's.
"Lao..." Prague looked at the man who was asleep in proper sleeping attire. Lao seemed to be more prepared for death than sleep due to his position on his bed, the bed's covers itself not having one single crease or fold or testament of movement. Lao's room was in a chaotic order, due to there being many things about, but all of them falling into a certain state. On one part of his room were many bamboo plants and other botanical things, whilst on another were manuals on Skell repair and handyman books.
His walls held the plain color they naturally held, save for being interrupted by one clock and the far left wall and a calendar close to his desk.
The android stepped out of this room and went to the one in front of that one, his mechanical feet set for the most stealthy of movements.
"Gwin." Private Prague looked at the everysleeper that was tucked in his bed. Gwin's room was surprisingly in order and up to date, perhaps his time with BLADE made him this way? All dirty laundry was packed away and the floor was nearly flawless in its appearance. On the walls were pictures of Earth scenery and space scenes, while there was a desk that lay across from his bed with many pictures on it. A quick switch in which light Prague could see allowed full visibility of these portraits, which were two grown adults and what appeared to be a young Gwin, Gwin and another young man, and finally... a lone picture of Irina, which was coincidentally next to a vase of flowers.
The android stepped out of this room and turned to the final quarter, the room at the very end of the hall. However, this room was different, since it had a complex lock and combination that automatically triggered when all the occupants inside were asleep. Luckily for the android, he had access to enter and quickly typed in the code.
"Hmm..." Private Prague mumbled as he stepped in to what perhaps was the biggest group and room off all. To his right he was greeted first by a gray baby crib, then by a large king sized bed containing two adults- A quick scan revealing this was just Elma and her not-so talkative, yet legendary, spouse.
Their room was plain, but a desk at the far left certainly was not, since the poor thing was littered with maps and what appeared to be strategy plans. The only life found inside the room (besides the humans, that is), was a lone pot of daisies sitting by an artificial sunlight lamp.
"Gah..." a soft whimper was heard, catching the robot's attention, but only revealing it to be the baby.
"So young." Prague thought to himself as he scanned the baby, "My sensors are supposed to emulate love and tenderness..." he said as his face lit up and smiled.
The baby yawned slowly, then returned back to its sleeping state.
"I am glad I have the Private Prague profile in this." Prague continued in his thoughts, "Had I not, I would have just treated this as any other human child, mix raced or not..." he shook his head and then looked back at the parents, who were still blissfully unaware of a new presence inside.
SM's TEIM:
So... Who's ready for some action from the Pandillions? (Not Gwin X Irina Action... come on guys, get your minds out of the gutter).
Time for some fun times to come!
Also thanks to all my reviewers and I hope you all have a blessed day!
P.S... If somehow Gwin and Irina were to have a kid... would you all be up for that? Or nah? Hmmmm...