Three, Four, Eight, Seven and Nine.
To most people, those aren't just numbers. They are the heroes of inkopolis. They fight to save the world, they defend the helpless but most of all, they stick together.
*Takes place after Project Splatoon 3 by Al...
Hey everybody. Okay so this is my first Splatoon fic which takes place some time after the events of Project Splatoon 3 by Squeaky. This therefore includes the harelings revealed in the project and Agent 7 (Also in the project) and Riva and Lumi of Coralstar. This is a series I've thought about since it came out and it has the classic concept of the agents working together.
This needed me to have quite some info on the game but I had to bend a few rules. For example: the hero weapons have special weapons I decided for each agent unlike in the game.
I would really love to do this for you all and if there is anything that seems off but unexplained, it's nothing a suggestion can't fix.
Anyway, onto the story shall we?
Inkopolis Square: 1 Year Ago
"Agent 8, 1 MINUTE LEFT! YOU CAN DO THIS!" shouted the determined octoling, Marina. Standing by her on the helicopter was her partner and friend Pearl and on the platform hanging from it, there newly found companion Captain Cuttlefish and an unconscious Hitto, otherwise known as Agent 3 just lying there, possibly oblivious to the potential massacre that might take place should Agent 8 fail the final mission.
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Agent 8 was in fact, seeming to have the upper hand at disabling the cannon of the NILS Statue and he wasn't ready to fail.
He went through too many nightmares... He had regained so many memories... Sadly enough not one memory could help him remember his name. All he remembers is that he was an octarian dissident who had always dreamed of the surface, the promised land.
But the AI just had to toy with his emotions. He dared try to give him such a painful mercy lead. Getting him stuck in that... thang...
No, after all that, why fail now?
[Number 10008, your efforts are fruitless. How can such a perfect subject waste his abilities on these wasteful sea vermin?] the telephone in the eye of the statue shouted.
Now although Commander Tartar was angry with Agent 8, he had to admit a subject this determined was a worthy opponent. As he thought about it, he and the little he knew personally about Agent 3 made him realize that there were at least a few decent life forms on planet earth. Sadly, this wasn't enough. They all had to be sanitized but with the fact that the octoling on the inkrails will clearly cover the statue on time, he needed a back-up...
If he could just copy his information back to Kamabo Co., he could simply reassemble himself, into a much... suiting body and resume his cephalopod wipe-out at an opportune time and hopefully at the same time have the two agents to himself.
The problem was how.
The best way to get the info to Kamabo was through an active pair of hypnoshades he had the sanitized wear but given what Number 10008 did down there, there was rarely a soldier he could find fast enough in the next 20 seconds. Unless, he did not necessarily require a soldier...
