Splatoon: Squiddy Soulmates

Addressing the Rumors

The eight of us emerged from the Inkopolis Tower after the Rainmaker battle, the cheering of the other teams and spectators pounding against our eardrums.

"Let's give it up once again for the Order of the Ink!," cheered the Squid Sisters. "And that concludes the tournament qualifiers. These eight winning teams will be competing in tomorrow's finals, and only one team will come out on top and claim the title of the best of the best!," said Marie. "We wish everyone the best of luck tomorrow. And until next time...," started Callie.

"Stay fresh!"

And that was that. My team, along with another 7 teams, were going to participate in the finals. And now that the qualifiers were over, this meant something else.

"Time to put some rumors to rest, hon," I said, looking at my girlfriend.

"Finally! Our questions will be answered," she cheered.

"I did hear that crews normally consist of four, so if that's true, maybe we could be in a crew together when we get the chance," said Mikey.

"Nice call, Mikey!," commented Sarah.

~*~

After I had lunch with Dalia, Mikey, and Sarah, we all headed to the rear of the old Shrimp Kicks shop in Booyah Base, which was the location in which the Salmonid Slaughterers had proposed that the eight of us meet.

When we reached the back alley behind the old store, we found the team casually leaning back against the walls, one of them playing with a yo-yo, one eating a sandwich, and the last two playing a handheld game together.

"Yo, guys!," greeted Dalia.

They all stopped what they were doing, turning to face us.

"So, you showed up for our little meetup'" said the girl with the bangs. "We discussed it earlier. We all know what you four are here for."

"Yep. We want to know what it's like to work for GrizzCo industries," said Sarah.

The girl with the same bobbed hairstyle as Dalia stepped forward to address us. "You have to promise not to spread the word about this, otherwise Mr. Grizz will go bat-shrimp crazy. Got it?"

We nodded our heads. We all waited in anticipation as we thought about the prospect of receiving confidential information relating to GrizzCo.

"You see, while the job is advertised as easy work with high pay, there's a catch," started the buzz-cut boy. "That ad promise only really applies when you really know what you're doing on the battlefield. In this case, you guys are pretty much good to go. You beat us good back there, after all."

"And as for the job itself, it can get...hectic to say the least," said the fourth teammate, a boy with his hair styled into two ponytails and an extra bang on the left side of his face. "There are hordes upon hordes of these creatures called Salmonids going onto the shore in many directions, spreading their green ink to try and surround you."

"Now I remember why that term sounded so familiar...," I muttered.

"There are more than just one type," started the girl with Dalia's hairstyle. "There are the lesser ones that only really serve a threat when they gang up on you. Chums, the most common type, which wield frying pans, Smallfries, small but fast, and Cohocks, basically bigger Chums, but they're slower and more powerful with their frying pans. All of these guys drop Power Eggs."