SplaTOON: The Bonus Content!

Moving Forward is the Future (class version)

Interaction detected in site 0-3. Activating cameras and scanning occupants. Occupant 1, sitting on a stool by the examination table: Rogajon soldier 9J47919. Occupant 2, standing at the monitor facing away: unidentified. Age: indeterminate. Sex: male. Species: grizzly bear. Playing "welcome.mp4."

Rogajon soldier 9J47919 is wearing a green sweater and shivers where she sits. Current room temperature: 30 degrees Gido, unusually cold.

Occupant 2 turns toward the monitor and growls. "Stupid butt dial." He slams a paw on the keyboard, hitting the mute button in the process. "You'd think after 10,000 years, they would have solved it." He walks to the syringe dispenser on the back. Ability to walk on hind legs: anomalous. Ability to speak Rogalla: anomalous. Ability to speak at all: anomalous.

Occupant 2 puts one paw on top of the syringe dispenser and one beneath it. He shakes the syringe dispenser, allowing a syringe to tumble into his open paw. "Tell me, do you have a name? Besides that long string of numbers, that is."

"My friends call me Soram," Rogajon soldier 9J47919, apparently named "Soram," answers between shivers.

"Nice to meet you, Soram." Occupant 2 walks to the examination table. "Since I know your name, you should know mine: Major Ursa." Occupant 2, apparently named "Major Ursa," holds out the syringe to Soram. "You mind sticking this in your lower back? I need to get a sample of your ink, and obviously, I can't do that myself."

"And lift up my sweater?" Soram responds. "It's too cold for that."

"Well, it's not my fault you all keep your rooms so dang hot," Major Ursa responds. "Now, isn't your species bred to follow orders?"

Soram rolls her eyes and takes the syringe. She pushes the plunger all the way in and slips the syringe beneath her sweater. She uses one hand to hold the syringe in place and the other to pull the plunger out. She takes the syringe, filled with ink the same color as the magenta tentacles on her head, out of her back. Query: Why are they doing this procedure? Neither of them are trained medical professionals.

"Thank you," Major Ursa tells her. "Just put that on the desk and bring the next one in."

Soram stands up and walks to the desk, where she places the syringe. Then she takes a bandage out of the other box on the wall and attempts to put it on her back as she walks out.

Major Ursa, now alone, looks at the camera. "Hey, you. Computer. Don't you ever get tired of all these octopus-people and squid-people and fish-people? I know this place was built by humans, so quit the act already."

Query irrelevant. A bear has been sighted on the premises. Last recorded bear sighting: Last recorded bear sighting: Last recorded bear sighting: Last recorded bear–shutting down.

Motion detected in site 1-1 antechamber. Activating cameras and scanning occupants. All occupants in the middle of the room. Occupant 1: Rogajon soldier 9J01977. Occupants 2-5: unidentified. Occupants 2-4 are all Ikazon, two females, one male, ages 13, 17, and 18. An Ashi male, age 4, is also detected but not visible on camera. Playing "welcome.mp4."

A female voice comes through the headset being worn by Ikazon Female Age 13: "Whoa! Where's that voice coming from?"

At this point, the recording is at, "Welcome to Geurinpiseu, citizens. Please enter your identification to proceed."

Another female voice comes through the headset: "Ugh, it's like setting up a phone for the first time. Just follow the instructions, agents."

Processing, processing, processing...Apparently, these children are "agents," but of what they are agents is unknown. The three Ikazon are armed with ink weapons, but Rogajon soldier 9J01977 is not. Activating equipment cylinder to supply her with a standard-issue ink shooter. Access granted, but the three will be treated as threats.