Great Turf War

Day 12

The four inklings abruptly heard an explosion in the distance. All eyes darted around, seeking disclosure about the catastrophe. Shortly after the explosion, a siren that no one had heard before started wailing and a voice blared from the loudspeakers.

"Attention, all Inklings! This is a dire emergency! Please head to Arowana Castle immediately!"

Wahoo practically leaped out of his chair and raced towards camp. He would've won some gold medals for his athleticism, but now was not the time. Cuttlefish and the others followed pursuit, making it just in time for a sergeant to scold them for being a moment late. However, the scolding was brief as the Inklings needed to act or they would lose an important stronghold.

The group made haste and superjumped over to Arowana Castle, where they were gathered in a large circle. The murmuring of their comrades cast a cloud of tension and anxiety over the whole army. It was quite the detriment in a war like this. The commander ordered the soldiers to split up into squadrons to cover the most space. However, the lineups were messy, due to the frantic pace the commander took while ordering them. The Inklings were then deployed in front of Arowana Castle, but the Octolings were prepared. Purple ink blazed from Octarian weaponry, overwhelming some of the Inklings. Fortunately, it wasn't enough to wipe out all of their forces.

The Inklings retaliated with their own fire, but they had yet to realize the Octolings' trump card. A metallic orb levitated high over the battlefield. Sensors scanned and hatches opened, ready to exercise its combat capabilities. Like a curtain in a play, it changed the entire mood of the battlefield. The Inklings' faces changed from shining with hope to stricken with despair, while the Octolings' morale rose. It was like the god of victory had appeared, blessing the Octolings.

This statement was more or less correct. DJ Octavio, the Octoling Leader, looked upon the puny Inklings below and merely laughed at the sight of them. He knew that this godly machine, the Octobot King, was their ace in the hole. Its mere presence was enough to cast away any thoughts of victory to the Inklings. However, there was one exception.

While Wahoo stared at the grand machine that looked over the battlefield, he slowly smiled. He finally found the big fish he wanted to catch. He solely wished to make the deity in the sky fall, and make sure that it knew there was still something more powerful.

"Hey, you think I can bring that down?" Wahoo asked Cuttlefish.

"I dunno man, it seems pretty tough," Cuttlefish replied.

"But is it possible?" Wahoo questioned.

"Nope. At least if you're by yourself, you'll probably crash and burn, but I think we could bring it down together," Cuttlefish declared.

"You finally getting serious, Cuttlefish?" Wahoo inquired

"I've got no choice," Cuttlefish sighed.

"Hey! Don't leave us out of the conversation!" Blackfin exclaimed.

"Yeah, we're going to do this too!" Coral added.

"You will be crucial to our victory," Wahoo smiled.

"I don't wanna ruin the mood, but what's our plan?" Cuttlefish brought up. Usually, he would grimace in a situation like this, but hope still lingered in the air. He needed to stay positive or he would crack under the pressure of the Octobot King.

"Well, the Octobot King's up in the air right? So that must mean it's a ranged type machine, so you and Coral should stay back and shoot down the missiles," Wahoo explained.

"Then, me and Blackfin will use two Inkjets and fly up and attack that thing, so that's the plan I got."

"Didn't expect it to be so elaborate, but do you even know how many weapons that thing has?" Cuttlefish argued. He eyed the floating orb again.