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I've finally finished it! The whole of chapter 1:

                                       Training Mission

William, in his combat armour, ducked behind a crate as a laser shot past his head. The crate was actually an armoured computer, with information stored on it. There was a small screen on the front. He opened up a flap on the armour on his wrist, and he held it next to the screen on the crate. After a few seconds, the information was downloaded onto the mini computer in the armour.

Suddenly, a small, round object landed on the ground in front of him. It was an EMP grenade! William dived backwards over the crate, landing on his back on the smooth, crystalline floor. He shuffled backwards a few meters, to make sure he was out of range of the grenade.

Out in the open, William quickly looked around him. He couldn’t see anyone, but he could hear someone running towards him. He looked in the direction of the noise, pointing his wrist-mounted LPE gun in front of him. The noise was coming from a platform above his head.

Suddenly, the person jumped down from the platform and landed next to William. They both swivelled round and pointed their LPE guns at each other. William was going to shoot, but then he realised who it was. It was Jacob, who was on the same team as William; the blue team.

“Oh, it’s you,” William said, and breathed a sigh of relief.
“We have to run,” Jacob replied, out of breath. “There’s a whole gang of the green team coming this way.”

They both jumped down to a lower set of corridors, with William still looking behind them, checking if anyone was following them. Jacob continued running forward, but William stopped and rested his back against the wall of the corridor.

“He’s over here!” he heard Alex, someone from the green team, shout, talking about Jacob.

Alex ran towards the corridors and jumped down into them, not realising that William was waiting at the base of the wall, ready to fire. As Alex landed, William shot him.

“You have been shot by William Page,” said a computerized voice from inside his helmet. “You are out of the game.”

The floor directly beneath his feet rapidly lowered to an enormous room below the battle ground. Alex stepped off the panels of the floor, which then rose back up again.

Henry, another member of the green team, was about to follow Alex and jump down into the corridors, but then he saw Alex descending into the floor. Realising that he must have been shot by someone, he skidded to a halt just before the edge. He peered over the edge, and saw William waiting there.

Unfortunately for Henry, William had noticed that he’d stopped. He was already looking up by the time Henry peered over the edge, with his LPE gun ready. Before Henry could dodge, William shot, hitting Henry’s armoured helmet. The armour was covered in sensors, ready to detect when the player was hit by a laser or EMP blast or anything else that would send them out of the game.

Once again, the floor lowered, taking Henry down to the room below. Several others on the green team saw this happen. One of them, Ryan, grabbed one of the EMP grenades attached to his arm and tossed it down to William. All the devices were thought controlled, so the grenade could go off as soon as he wanted it to.

William saw the grenade fall through the air right in front of him. Before it landed, he quickly swung his arm up, knocking the grenade high up into the air. During the brief moment when the grenade was activated, after William had hit it up into the air, it flew up past two other members of the green team who were standing on a platform.

The EMP grenades didn’t really send out an electro magnetic pulse, nor were the lasers dangerous. The grenades sent out there own unique signal, which the sensors on the suits detected, just as they did with the lasers.

The sensors on the suits of the two members of the green detected the signal coming from the EMP grenade, and shut down their suits. The two players collapsed, before each being lifted into the air by a mechanical arm. Part of the ceiling opened up, the players were lifted through, and it closed again.

Ryan signalled to his team mates behind him to get back, but one of them decided to attack anyway. The student’s name was Adam. He was a spiky haired, arrogant person, usually very reluctant to follow orders. He’d only recently moved into the academy. Ignoring Ryan’s signal, he sprinted towards the edge of the floor and jumped into the set of corridors.

As he jumped, he spun around, ready to shoot William. But by this time, William had already gone. He landed on the ground, confused. Suddenly, William peered round from behind the wall of a corridor and shot Adam in the back. Again, a small section of the floor opened and Adam was lowered into the room below.

While William was already pointing his LPE gun in the direction of some other players from the green team, he thought he might as well take a shot at them. He just managed to shoot one of them, Collin, before Ryan shot back. He missed by a few inches, as William darted back into the corridor.

Ryan, along with two others, jumped up and grabbed onto the edge of the platform above them. They quickly pulled themselves up, ran to the edge of and jumped onto another one a few feet away. The platforms were suspended in the air by hover plates on the underneath. As the platforms weren’t fixed in place by anything other then the hover plates, they had a tendency to wobble about in the air.

Ryan and the two others jumped from one platform to another, looking down on the set of corridors, scouring the place for William. By this time, William had found another of the computer crates. He once again opened the flap on the armour on his wrist, and transferred the information from the crate onto his mini computer.

After only a few seconds, Ryan spotted William in the corridors below. He took aim, and fired. But William just carried on with what he was doing. Ryan realised that he must be out of range, so he jumped down to the floor below the platform and then jumped down to the set of corridors.

Moving as silently as he could, Ryan reached a corner and peered round the wall. He could see William crouching next to one of the crates, with his back facing Ryan. He probably wasn’t going to get a better chance than this, so he pointed his arm at William and fired! The shot hit William in the back, and he heard the devastating words from inside his helmet.

“You have been shot by Ryan Hadley. You are out of the game.”

As the floor beneath him lowered, he turned round to see Ryan, waving at him teasingly. Suddenly, Ryan was shot in the back by Jacob! He could hear Jacob chuckling to himself as he watched Ryan being lowered into the room below. Jacob then ran over to the crate near where William was standing, and downloaded the rest of the information.

In the room below, William was talking to some of the other players.

“I have to say,” commented someone from the green team, “that was an amazing move you did earlier, hitting that grenade back up at us.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” William laughed, as he walked over to one of the exits.
“How on earth do you have such amazing reactions?” the one standing next to him said.

William shrugged, and took his helmet off.

“A whole lot of practice, I suppose.”
“You know,” began Ryan, who had just jogged over to them, “I don’t think Adam likes you. In fact, I’d say he despises you.”
“Why’s that?” asked William, concerned.
“I think it’s probably because he’s jealous of you. He once told me that he thinks you’re an annoying, arrogant, rich kid.”

All four of them laughed at this, as they walked through the exit and into the changing room. There were TV screens on the walls, showing what was happening in the training room, with all the students sitting on the benches, eagerly watching to see who would win.

“What are you laughing at, you overrated child?” demanded Adam, aggressively.

William couldn’t help but laugh even more at that.

“You,” Ryan replied, unclipping his armour.

The armour the students wore for training was made up of five separate sections: the head, the arms, the torso and the legs, held together by clips on the suit. When they were unclipped, the separate sections folded away, similar to how a cardboard box folds. Ryan placed his finger on the fingerprint scanner next to his locker, opening it, and stuffed his armour inside. Ryan sat down on one of the benches, and joined the rest of the students in watching the training mission.

Jacob, having not been shot or otherwise sent out of the game yet, was hiding round a corner, in the set of corridors. He could hear someone running down the corridor, so he held his arm out, pointing at the corner. The person who Jacob heard running down the corridor, Sam, a member of the green team, skidded round the corner and straight into Jacob’s arm. Before Sam could do anything, Jacob shot.

He then stepped back as the floor beneath Sam’s feat lowered. Someone else from the blue team, Tom, came running round the corner a moment later, almost falling into the hole in the floor.

“Don’t worry,” Jacob said to him. “I got him.”
“Good,” replied Tom, out of breath. “Where’s William?”
“Ryan shot him.”
“What?!” Tom gasped.
“Keep your voice down,” Jacob whispered, looking around nervously.

Suddenly, two players from the green team jumped down into the corridor, one either side of Tom and Jacob. Jacob jumped at one of them, tackling him to the ground, while Tom dropped to the floor as the other one tried to shoot him. As he dropped to the floor, Tom shot the person in the leg.

When one of the players is shot in a non-lethal place, like a leg or arm, then the motors in the armour on that limb jams, preventing the player from moving that limb.

So Tom shot the player from the green team in the leg, preventing him from moving that leg. Tom hoped to his feet, and was about to shoot the person in the chest, before they hoped up on their still functioning leg and kicked Tom in the stomach.

Meanwhile, Jacob had the other player pinned down to the floor, grabbing hold of both of his arms. Struggling to overpower Jacob, the other person slowly managed to push his arm up towards him, but Jacob was still holding the person’s arm horizontally, preventing him from shooting at Jacob.

After being kicked by the player from the green team, Tom stumbled backwards and fell over. He fell onto Jacob, knocking him off the other person from the green team. A second later, the person who’d kicked Tom pointed his arm at him and Jacob, and shot them both.

As it happened, Tom and Jacob and the two players from the green team were the only players left in the training mission. This meant that since Tom and Jacob were shot, the green team won. As Tom and Jacob were lowered down into the room below, there was an automated voice coming from speakers in the ceiling.

“The green team has won. Players: Peter and Adric left remaining.”

Both Peter and Adric breathed a sigh of relief, and were then lowered down to the exit, along with Tom and Jacob.

“That was a really good move,” Tom called over to Peter.
“Thanks,” Peter replied, taking off his helmet.

As they entered the changing room, several of the students, including William, walked over to them and congratulated Tom and Adric for their victory.

“That was a fantastic kick you did at the end,” William said to Peter.
“Yeah,” Tom laughed. “I really wasn’t expecting that.”
“I could have done that easily,” Adam smirked.
“I’d like to see you try,” replied Peter.

Of course, Peter didn’t actually mean that as a real challenge, but Adam accepted it anyway. Even though they were only a few meters away from each other, in a relatively small room, Adam sprinted towards Peter and jumped at him, with his leg out stretched. Peter managed to block his foot, but he was still slammed against the lockers behind him.

Adam then swung his fist at Peter’s head, but Peter again blocked the attack and shoved Adam in the chest, knocking him back. After regaining balance, he lunged at Peter with his fist, but he grabbed it a few inches away from hitting his face. Before Adam could do anything else, Peter punched the underneath of his arm.

William rushed over to the two of them and yanked Adam away by his collar, throwing him on the floor.

“Stop it, you two!” he yelled.
“He started it!” Adam shouted back, furiously.
“No I didn’t,” stated Peter. “You said that you could have done what I did easily, so I just said that I’d like to see you try. I wasn’t even being serious!”
“I’m still better than you!”
“Says the one on the floor,” remarked Jacob, unable to help himself.

The room erupted with laughter, and then Adam picked himself up off the floor and walked out the door, angrily.

Last edited by calebxy (2011-10-15 07:34:36)