[i]Daedalus Complex[/i]
[i]Haoma[/i]
[i]12:00 PM[/i]
[i]One Month Later[/i]
 
The children of Squadron 1 and Squadron 20 stood at attention in front of the capture the flag area. In front of them sat a squat  small square shack known as Base 1, further down through the forest was Base 2 the two buildings serving as the respective bases for the teams during the game. The two squadrons have been looking forward for this rematch for awhile, Squadron 1 and Squadron 20 had a sort of rivalry against one another that stretched all the way in the beginning when Squadron 1 beat Squadron 20 in the obstacle course test that started in the first week of training. Squadron 1 wanted to reclaim their honor from last month's terrible defeat and subsequent month long training from hell from Castle as a  result. Squadron 20 wanted to shove another victory in the faces of their enemies because winning against even total losers was always fun. While one would expect them to be talking amongst themselves or even throwing insults at the other team they both sat silently at attention their training have priority over petty rivalries no matter how much the opposite seemed to be. Somewhere they knew the rest of the children in the Daedalus program were watching, the big games always being broadcasted in the instruction room were the rest would sat and watch to take notes upon tactics and see where other squads went wrong. Though in this case it was less of a training simulation and more of hte blood sport that was about to go down in the big One versus Twenty rivalry. 

Stern footsteps approached them and Soon with a Castle was there with a few of his helpers. The helpers began to hand out the gear to the students no protective equipment, they only had a sensor to detect when they were hit and apply a shock to the body temporarily paralyzing them and putting them in the "dead state" and practice rifles basically high velocity rubber bullet firing rifles that could deal the same pain of an actual bullet with none of the damage so the children were acclimated to the sensation of being shot. As they suited up Castle watched silent his hands behind his back waiting for them to get ready. His stern gaze watching them as a hawke would watch their prey, he had high expectation today for both teams but more so for Squadron 1 to redeem themselves for the horrible showing that they had last time. The entire team was made up of excellent individuals who were great at their respective jobs but together they just seemed to not be able to the rhythm they needed. Teamwork was even more important than individual skill when push came to shove and if they didn't have that they woudl get slaughtered in active combat. As they finished he spoke to the explaining today's game. "Hello recruits. You both know why you are here, one group to restore their honor and the other to maintain it. But today maggots we are doing changing things up on you because we love you all that much. Today is not the normal game of capture the flag you have been accustomed to. Today each team does not have two flags, today only squadron 1 has a flag that they must defend from Squadron 20. This flag is also not a flag that you have become accustomed to, today it is not cloth, today it is made of flesh. Frisk front and center!" 

Out from Squadron Twenty Line came a girl with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes who approached the center almost meekly. Astrid Frisk the de facto leader of Squadron Twenty. A fairly standard girl for the most part she had a brilliant tactical mind and was known with dread by some of the other teams at how effectively she would shred through their defenses. She stood in front of castle who looked down at her as she spoke up. "Astrid Frisk reporting for duty sir!"

"Frisk congratulations today you get to be a flag." He explained with an amount of dry amusement to his voice as he produced a set of heavy shackles that he attached to her hands. She looked at him almost confused, looking back at her own team who looked back at her stoically. Castle gestured towards Squadron 1 pushing her along into the group where she stood awkwardly to the side. "Alright everybody standard rules apply you have one hour to prepare yourself, can't leave the designated area or else the sensors will shock you anyway, don't die etcetera.  Now since Squadron Twenty one the last match it means that Squadron One is going to have to talk the walk to Base 2. NOW MOVE IT!" 

[i]Base 2[/i]
[i]Haoma[/i]
[i]12:10 PM[/i]

Squadron 1 stood in front of the small shack painted blue that was considered Base 21. They were devising of plan for the coming attack talking amongst themselves. Astrid was sitting in the shack thinking to herself as she listened to them talk. They were arguing about how to set up there defensives properly and the best plan to make sure that Squadron Twenty did not win again. She let out a sigh knocking her head against the back of the shack. She listened to there conversation and wondered to herself silently how they got anything done because it seemed whenever it came down to brass tacits everyone had a plan and all they did was argue without ever coming to a consensus. She wondered how her own squad was doing they probably already had a plan, they knew how each of the squads worked so it was just a matter of exploiting their own weakness against them. Squadron 1 was easy then, all you did was attack like a team against them and their patchwork defenses would fall apart as they all scrambled to do their own thing. She shook her head trying to get a stray tuft of hair out of her face as she muttered to herself under her breath loud enough so that those more perceptive would be able to make out the exact words. [i]"A defensive strategy isn't going to work."[/i]