Stained (Red vs Blue)

Almost There

Before The Storm

---With Oregon----

Oregon caught Montana's fist and, using her own momentum, threw her to the ground. She hit with a thud before automatically getting back up, and kicking out at Oregon again. He moved out of the way.

She attacked again, this time punching him several times before he caught her again, kneed her stomach, then threw her back to the ground. "This match is now finished. Please leave the training room," Filss announced.

Oregon held a hand out to Montana, who just slapped it away, and staggered up by herself.

Oregon just stared at her retreating figure and shook his head. What is wrong with her?... He thought to himself. He walked out of the room, to hear laughing.

He looked around to find out what was so funny. "What's going on?" He asked Hawaii. Hawaii pointed to the leader board.

Nevada's and Iowa's names were glitching the leader board again. Both of them are counted as 'number one', so sometimes the board breaks, and it keeps switching their names in rapid succession. Nevada holds the actual number one spot, but Iowa is almost the same.. So it breaks every so often.

He also noticed something else. He was number four. Montana's position, and now she was in the number five spot. He looked for Michigan. He spotted him in the crowd. "Mich!" He called. Michigan looked at him and walked over to him.

"Aren't I number five?" He asked. Michigan shook his head. "Not anymore. You've been moved up. You're number four now!" Michigan said. Oregon shook his head in distress.

No no, no... Montana's gonna be ticked...

He thought as he rushed out of the room in search of Montana.

He eventually found her standing in a planning room, glaring at the leader board. She turned and noticed him. "Look, Montana I-" She glared at him. "Oregon, now you're just someone I need to beat," She turned and left him alone in the darkened room.

He sighed. This is going to suck... He thought.

---With Nevada--

Iowa was still asleep when I woke up. I blinked my eyes several times, and popped my neck. Sleeping in these seats hurts your neck, like seriously.

"Chi, Omicron, can I talk to you two?" I asked. They came up. "Yes, Nevada?" They said together, creating a strange voice. I smiled.

"Okay. can you tell me anything about your 'creator'?" I asked. They looked at each other. "There is not much to tell. From the time we knew him, he was a nice man. He didn't necessarily like violence, but understood that it was necessary for everything to continue." Omicron stopped, letting Chi continue.

"He wanted to create us for that reason. As in to make one side of the war more efficient. Make it.. less costly, I guess. Making one side have a much higher advantage than the other, which used to be you, but apparently he was wrong. As it stands, you and your group are the better soldiers," Chi finished, leaving me with one final question.

"Are you prepared for us to kill your creator? After we retrieve the last two of your siblings?" I asked, hoping for a good answer.

They looked at each other. "We are not. But if we have all our brothers, and sister, then we will be...fine with it. We do not wish his death, but if it's for a good cause," Omicron said.

I gave a small nod. "If we can spare his life, we will. I promise you that. But orders are orders. If our command tells us to finish him, we have to, or we can't return home again," I said to them.