Agent 38: In The Making

Chapter 28: Remembering

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     Before she knew it, the day of the concerts had come. After Eight and Three had played a few Salmon Run matches, they decided to go to a secluded part of the Tentakeel Outpost to train. And they dueled for quite some time. First, fist-to-fist fighting. Eight won that round because she knew pressure points. Next, non ink-based weaponry fighting. Three had chosen a long, firm stick of bamboo to fight with, while Eight had chosen two thick sticks, each one about the length of a Dualie. She'd won that round. And then, ink-based weaponry fighting. She'd chosen her all-time favorite, the Inkbrush, and he chose a full MPU Bamboozler.
     Three won that round very quickly.

     Finally, they'd arrived at the first dome. The Agents quietly crept around each bend, Three coming up to the front to scout ahead every few minutes or so. Eventually, a few gurgled curse words could be heard coming from what sounded like an Octotrooper. Eight bustled to the front, quietly told everyone to stop and drop their weapons, and stepped around the bend. A small Octotrooper stood over a broken Octo Shot, muttering curse words in Octarian. He spotted her and let out a small yelp of shock, and dropped to a low bow.
     "C-Commander Sarai!" He blubbered pathetically. "Forgive me! I knew not that Elite Octolings were stationed here, forgive me! Please allow me to excuse myself-"
     "H-hey, it's ok!" Eight said in Octarian. "You're not in any trouble. I'm no Elite."
     "Not an Elite?" He asked.
     "Not an Elite."
     "B-but," He started. "Your the legendary Commander Sarai! The most respected Commander in history! Octavio invited you to dine with him several times, His Majesty even invited you to sit in the royal box with him at the Gladiator Arena!"
     "W-what?" Eight said in Inklish. "Give me one second, I'll be right back."
     The Octotrooper sat down, glaring at the Octo Shot. She rounded the corner and stormed to the back of the group, grabbed Gabriel by the wrist, and stomped back around the bend. The Octotrooper dropped to a low bow again.
     "Lieutenant Gabriel," He said. "How nice to see you again!"
     Eight turned to her little brother with a glare. He glanced at her guiltily, rubbing his arm. "I heard all of that... I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
     "Yeah, you better be sorry! What the heck!" Eight yelled in Octarian. "The least you could've done was tell me about my past! You left it to a little Octotrooper instead! You're my hecking brother, the first thing you should've done was tell me about things I couldn't remember when you got the chance!"
     "I said I was sorry!" Gabriel said. "I could never find the right time! You were always with Three, I-"
     "So just pull me off to the side! Do something, for Cod's sake!" Eight said.
     "Ahem- Commander Sarai?" The Octotrooper squeaked. Eight turned to him with a glare. "All the Octarians are gathered in the cafeteria, if you wish to command them once again. We desperately need a leader, since Octavio is gone."
     Eight explained to him that the former King wouldn't be returning, not on her watch. They took the little Octotrooper with them as they made their way to the cafeteria, which apparently all the Octolings hung out there now. At last, they'd made their way to the door of the cafeteria. Gregory (The Octotrooper) said there was a small stage in the eating area, big enough for what the Squid Sisters were about to do.
     "I guess I'll distract them?" Eight said quietly to the group. "They haven't seen me in a while, my guess if that they'd be pretty happy to."
     The Agents nodded.
     "I'll stay with Eight, just in case." Marina volunteered. "We were both high-ranking Commanders, I think they'll be pretty thrilled to see us for the first time in a while."
     Three subtly pulled her off to the side, away from the softly chatting group of Agents. He cupped her face with big yet gentle hands.
     "Don't you dare let shell break loose in there, got it?" Three said, orange eyes somewhat concerned. She ran her fingers over his scar, which sometimes pulsed with teal-green light when his eyes glowed. Visible remnants of the goo were obviously still there, but she never worried about it too much.
     "Got it." Eight whispered. She gave him a small kiss on the cheek before Marina opened the doors, and they walked into a horde of Octolings.
     They all instantly swiveled their heads to stare, and one by one, their faces filled with relief and excitement. However, each and every single one had the New Octoling Shades on.
     "The Commanders have returned!!!" Shrieked one of them. The entire cafeteria burst out of their seats and huddled around the two Octolings, each asking a thousand questions at once. Eight tried to gain control of the people, but it was no use. She crawled through the crowd and came out the other side, finally free. She clambered onto a table, put two fingers in her mouth, and whistled a horrifyingly high note.
     The Octolings turned to her with confused faces, quickly disbanding from Marina.
     Eight pointed to the stage as the red curtains slid away to reveal the Squid Sisters. They were dressed in somewhat festive clothing, each with microphones in their hands. The small radio sat by their feet, and Marie bent down to turn it on. The lights clicked off as Gabriel and Aaron flipped the switches, Three subtly adjusted the speakers and turned on a huge spotlight that aimed at the Squid Sisters.
     Each Octoling sat down, puzzled, and the Squid Sisters played their song.
     "Ya'll ready for this?"

     After around 30 seconds of watching, everyone stood up and started dancing. Freed Octolings shrieked in laughter in the dance circle, Aaron and Gabriel were probably already drunk (They'd brought loads of beer and fruit punch), Callie and Marie sang their hearts out, and it overall looked like everyone was having a great time. Eight sidled up to Three, who stood in the corner with a smile, arms crossed.
     "Wanna dance?" She asked with a smile. He laughed.
     "I don't dance, Eight." Three said. "It's awkward."
     "I know what you need!" She said, almost yelling over the loud music. "You need a drink. Probably a few, if we're gonna get you to dance."
     He laughed again. "Sure, why not."
Eight ran over to the drink table, dipping and twisting under any Octoling who seemed to be in the way. She grabbed a glass of fruit punch and gave a mug of beer to Three, who took one sip of it and made a face.
     "Mmm, not for me." He said, pouring some of the punch into another cup instead. Eight laughed, sipping on her fruit punch with a smile. She gazed around the Octoling-filled cafeteria, at each and every person who danced and wiggled to the squidtastic grooves of the Calamari Inkantation. Eight watched as Aaron stumbled into Gabriel's arms, giggling with drunken joy as his mug of beer overflowed. Her little brother laughed in response, hauling Aaron back to his feet. The Octolings, along with a few Octarians, dnaced wildly to the music, hair swinging, hips swaying, shoulders shaking.
     Eight smiled, grabbed Three's hand, and dragged him over to the sidelines of the dance circle. She slid through the small crowd straight into the middle of it, and the Octolings cheered her on with excited voices. Eight saw Three's smiling face, his devilishly handsome face, and smiled back at him. Just then, Callie and Marie started replaying the Calamari Inkantation. The spotlight landed on her, and she stood there, hips violently swaying to the beat of the music. Eight closed her eyes and let the rhythms flow through her veins as the music took complete control of her body.
     After a few seconds, she realized a few of the Octolings had joined in. Hand in hand, they danced and twisted and dipped to the beat of the music. Eight grabbed Three's hands and pulled him in, and he unexpectedly started dancing along with her.

Hi. Sorry for the bit of delay. I was baking my aunt's b-day cake, and then yesterday we went to her party which lasted till 1 in the morning.
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