Chapter Three

Blue tossed one Pikmin after another on the Fiery Bulborb. Usually the creature held it's name with skin releasing fire into the air around it. But today, it had fallen alseep in a small pond that put hose flames out.
Seizing the opportunity, Blue and his aquatic Pikmin attacked, first charing the rear, then attacked by throwing Pikmin on its back.
"Keep at it!" Blue yelled, encouraging the warriors on, "Watch out for its mouth!"
The monster chomped down at times after shaking the Pikmin off, but missed each time instead taking in a mouthful of muddy water.
With one final charge, the Fiery Bulborb felt the last hit and, giving a loud roar, fell into the water: dead.
Blue barely had enough troops to carry the meal home and ended up with only two followers who stood behind him awaiting their orders.
"Guess it's about time we head back." He said to the two soldiers.
Before he did though, Blue wanted to revisit the hole that he and Redd had taken shelter in.
"There's something in there..." He said, getting a weird feeling when he thought about it.
When the three of them made it to the hole under the root, Blue hopped in but was disappointed that there was nothing there, no hidden objects of passages, just a simple hole in the ground.
"Don't know why I thought something was here..." Blue started but was interrupted by a yell from his Pikmin. The leader gasped and pulled himself out of the hole where a creature he had never seen before was attacking. It was a long bodied creature similar to a Burrowing Snagret with three mechanical fingers in place of a head and beak. The body was silver and plated with the base somewhere in the ground and the rest attacking the Pikmin. Blue's Pikmin began to attack the base but it was obvious there was little effect on the monster. The fingers began to bend and twist then aimed at the Pikmin under it.
"Guys! Get back here!" Blue called then whistled. The troops stopped their attack and ran back toward Blue but the arm was faster than they were and in one quick swipe, it picked up one of the Pikmin into the three fingers, then a hole opened in the palm of the fingers.
"NO!" Blue yelled but it was too late, the fingers lifted toward the sky and dropped the Pikmin inside. The second Pikmin made it to Blue and the two ran off away from the mechanical monster, who at this point, retracted into the ground, as if it was never there.
"What the hell was that thing?" Blue asked to his remaining Pikmin. It just looked back with wide eyes and was flapping its gills.

"There was something out there." Blue said when he returned, yellow had arrived a bit before him and both she and Redd looked at him.
"What do you mean?" Yellow asked.
"I mean, there was a creature I have never seen before." Blue said then began to tell the story of the mechanical Snagret.
"It just snatched up a Pikmin like that?" Yellow questioned, "Are there more of them?"
"I don't know Yellow, but I think it is more important than ever to return to the City and not only group with the Purples for more space but also talk with the Greys about this creature."
"Sounds like a plan." Yellow said, "Should we get going? It's a long trip to get tot he City."
"True, we'd better get going." Blue said, then noticed Redd turn first, "Redd, you've been unusually quite."
Redd turned back around then said, "Been a lazy day..." and that was it.

Redd was lifted into the red Onion by the light beam under it and in the process of being lifted, began to shrink so he would fit better inside the craft. Inside the Red Onion the room's temperature was very high, more suited for the Red Pikmin who resided inside there. The other two Onions were suited for the type of Pikmin that lived there such as water in Blue's and electricity in Yellow's
The Onions also had a certain structure that were similar to each other. In the center of the Onion was the entrance room, were the Pikmin were held in clear boxes filled with special liquid that feed the army and kept them safe. Then there were four rooms that were connected to the enterance and included a bedroom, the control room, the kitchen, and a study room.
Redd felt comfortable in the Red Onion, it was his ship, it was his home. Redd sighed and entered the bedroom and laid down on the red and orange sheets on the small bed.
"There it is." Redd said and sat up to pick the photo from the ceiling. It was half of a picture with a single red Pikmin smiling with someone's hand on the Pikmin's shoulder. In the background of the picture was the original red Onion which was a simple, misshapen pod that sat on the ground. Redd heard that it had been destroyed long ago by a group of Bulborbs. That was the reason they put the legs on the newer Onions, to avoid another tragedy like that.
With a heavy sigh, Redd reached back up and stuck the photo back to the ceiling.
"I seek an answer grandpa." Redd said to the picture, "Who does that hand belong to?"

Chapter Two

Once it was morning, Blue and Redd left their tunnel that protected them and looked to the sky for the Onions.
“Good morning sky.” Redd said looking around, “Have you seen our friends this morning?”
“Shut up Redd.” Blue warned, not wanting to attract late predators.
“Just joking…” Redd said edging away from his comrade. Redd looked down from the sky and spotted a patch of grass growing not too far away. He found the thickest blade and pulled it out, which revealed a sphere of golden nectar on the end of it.
“Breakfast?” Redd asked holding the grass and nectar.
“Not the time.” Blue replied still watching the sky for the Onions.
“Fine, more for me.” Redd said, then drank the nectar off the plant then began to chew the green plant itself.
“Personally, I prefer meat to grass, but the nectar makes it better.”
“Do you ever shut up?” Blue asked, annoyed.
“When I sleep.”
“I wish…” Blue sighed.
After a bit of searching and listening to Redd ramble about why he prefers meat over the grass, Blue finally spotted the Onions hovering close to where the camp was yesterday. The weeds obscured their view of them when the crafts began to land, but it wasn’t that difficult to find them.
“Well I see Redd is alive, just like I said he would.” Yellow said when her comrades arrived. “It’s good to see you both.”
“It’s good to see my Onion.” Redd said walking over to his Onion. The red ship was simple in design, with the bulb of a real Onion with three long legs held it above the ground. The flower on top slowly spun in the light breeze making a sounds along with its two similar comrades.
Yellow sighed then looked to Blue, “He’s more excited about seeing his Onion than anything else huh?”
Blue nodded then went straight to business, “How much food and nectar do we have left?”
Yellow said, “With the number of Pikmin we have… only enough to last us par way through the week.”
Blue was surprised, yesterday they had a full load, enough to feed them all for at least two weeks. “What happened? He asked. Yellow sighed then said, “Two things happened: first, some of the food became bad and I had to toss some from mine, and had the other two checked. There was bad food there too. And second, pearls were somehow put on board and created many more Pikmin. We now have a collected… twenty-eight thousand infant Pikmin. Give or take.”
“Twenty-eight thousand!” Blue yelled, unable to believe that, “We only had close to six hundred yesterday! How many pearls were put on?”
“I don’t know, but the Onions are nearing their max, we may have to regroup with the other Pikmin to drop off some of them.
“Pearls?” Redd asked, overhearing their conversation, “What do they look like?”
“They are round and light enough for a few Pikmin to carry. Why do you ask?” Yellow responded.
“Are they silver?” Redd asked, his face becoming fearful.
“Usually.” Blue answered, “What did you do?”
Redd looked down and said, “ I found a field of them. And harvested as much as I could.”
“You collected Pikmin Products!” Blue shouted, furious with the young leader. Pikmin Products were things that were collected to increase the production of Pikmin. Normal creatures and nectar provided food for them, but things like pellets and pearls created Pikmin.
“I didn’t know what they were!” Redd exclaimed, “I’m sorry.”
“But why didn’t the one who guarded the Onions catch them?” Redd asked, “I mean, there was someone guarding right?”
“Hey Blue, wasn’t that you yesterday?” Yellow asked. Blue opened his mouth about to object but then shut it like he was a gasping fish. He looked away, and then began to turn actually purple.
“You were guarding weren’t you? Why didn’t you catch it?” Redd asked, feeling the momentum of the argument shift in his favor.
“Dismissed. Today we just gather more food and supplies to manage our larger force. Redd, you guard, Yellow, you collect food, and I will collect nectar.” Blue said, changing the subject entirely.
Redd decided to give Blue one more jab and said, “I’ll be sure to tell Blossom hello.”
Blue turned beet red and stormed to his Onion, spouting out things about disrespect and mutiny. Redd laughed at the reaction and then said to Yellow, “Well, I guess I better enjoy the day off then right?”
Yellow nodded, “Just take it easy, and don’t wonder off again.”
Redd stretched his arms and grabbed a few red Pikmin whom, once on the ground, began stretching and getting their muscles loose.
“Alright guys, let’s relax.” Redd said.
When Yellow and Blue left to collect the supplies, Redd decided to play a game with the small group of Pikmin he had with him.
“Pikmin Sweeper.” Redd said, then passed out scraps of brown material cut from a strange wall they had overcome once before by tossing Pikmin atop and making it collapse. Along with these, Redd passed out pieces of chalk so the Pikmin could mark on the materials. On a few of the papers the Pikmin wrote down a large “X” to show that they have a “bomb”. The ones around it would mark down how many “bombs” were nearby, to give clues to the bomb.
While the Pikmin wrote down, Redd looked away and waited for them to finish. When they were done, Redd began to pick where he thought was bomb free. The first few rounds proved more difficult for Redd, whom would swear at each lose and have the Pikmin reset.
The Pikmin themselves seemed to enjoy the game, giving small noises that could be translated to laughter when their leader lost.
Before long, small groups of yellow and blue Pikmin began to arrive carrying their harvests, greater than usual to support the large quanity of Pikmin they now have. Blue and Yellow had left with larger forces, at least one hundred a piece, to make their jobs easier. Groups of three were the first to arrive, holding Dwarf and Spotty Bulborbs, or even a Honeywisp or two, to collect the nectar.
When they arrived, Redd directed them to their Onions to await the return of one of the other leaders. Naturally though, Redd began to be bored, and started to kick up his feet to take a nap in the morning sun.
“It’s a lazy day.” He said, not for the first time, before he shut his eyes. He knew his Pikmin would wake him if trouble occurred and so let his mind slip into sleep…
Redd found himself in the middle of a green meadow, with crisp grass that hugged his feet and warm air that rolled over his body. Redd walked along the field gazing at the long expanses of grassland that reached to meet the ever blue sky.
“It’s beautiful.” He said.
“I agree.” A feminine voice said behind him. Redd didn’t jump, nor did he turn around. He knew this voice would continue speaking though he had no idea how he knew that.
“Did you know?” She asked, “It didn’t seem like you did.”
Redd didn’t talk, though he wanted to, somehow he knew not to speak and to just listen.
“Do you remember? What about the photo? What is it that you seek?” Redd figured she was talking about the torn picture that was stuck to the ceiling above his bed in the Red Onion. He has had it for as long as he can remember, but doesn’t know who was in it, or what was ripped out.
“You know Redd. There are others like you. They look like you too.”
There was a flash when the voice stopped, a flash of silver which left Redd alone in the verdant field that meets the clear sky.
Redd woke to a large group of both blue and yellow Pikmin milling around the camp waiting for their next order. Some were stretching, while others copied Redd and appeared to sleep on the ground. The red leader sighed and stood up to separate the crowd all the while remember the dream he just had.
“What a lazy day.” Which was all he said.

Chapter One

Captain Olimar crash landed on a strange new planet, one filled with terrifying and curious creatures, either ready to devour Olimar or help him. Stranded with little life support, the captain became distraught, fearing that he would die there as his ship was lying in ruins, damaged beyond repair for a single person.
But, as luck would have it, he met his salvation in the form of small, familiar creatures: Pikmin. In the 30 days he spent on that strange planet he met three different kinds of Pikmin, each with a different talent, and by combining their skills he was able to repair his ship and teach the Pikmin to survive on their own.
But during his adventure and on his way home, questions continued to flutter. What were the Pikmin? Why did they trust him as a leader? And where did they come about?
The only way to know would be to travel back in time and watch the struggle the first, true Pikmin had to endure as they tried to live out their lives in a world where they were the food.
Redd sat there, deep in the tunnel to avoid the monsters on the surface. The Onions were quite a ways away, so there was no choice but to hide underground. The red Pikmin rubbed his hands together and created a small fire to give him some comfort. He knew there wasn’t much time left before the creatures began to investigate the hole he was in.
The light brought some comfort, but he was still in an enclosed area that if a hungry predator were to jump down into, Redd would have little options for survival.
“How did I get here?” He asked himself, though he knew the answer, “What was that?” He thought about the strange figure that he had followed till it became dark.
Blue sighed heavily as the waning Sun winked good night and said, “Looks like he won’t be here.”
Yellow dropped her head and closed her eyes for a minute then said, “We’d better load up the ships.”
Blue nodded in agreement then gave a sharp whistle. The smaller Pikmin around them snapped to attention, though the red ones were slower to move. Blue gave another whistle and waved his arm in a sweeping motion that had the groups heading for their individual Onions.
“Regroup with the others,” Blue said to Yellow, “Guide the ships to the safe zone.”
Yellow’s large ears perked up, “What does that mean? You aren’t going to go searching for Redd are you? Don’t be stupid Blue! The animals around here will be waking up any minute now!”
“We don’t leave each other behind if we can help it.” Blue stated, “In this case I will find him, and you will take care of the Pikmin. Understood?”
“No Blue, I don’t understand. Redd may be young but he can take care of himself. I won’t leave you both behind.” Yellow retorted.
“Stay safe Yellow.” Blue said then a loud roar echoed through the weeds. “That’s my cue.” Then he ran off in the direction Redd had gone in.
“Damn it Blue.” Yellow said then ran to the yellow Onion, the one she commanded. She stood in the light and allowed it to bring her inside where she would bring the legs in and fly into the air.
Blue ran through the water not stopping once so the Bulborb behind him would give up the pursuit. When finally it did, the blue Pikmin leader stopped and got a bearing ion where he was. Off in the distance behind him he saw the three colored Onions fly high into the air; a few creatures flying after, then would give up when they got too high.
“Redd, stay alive.” Blue said then ran onto the dry land.
At night the forest became fierce, every glimpse to either side of him gave Blue the vision of a hungry predator, waiting for a chance. Then, after avoiding the gazes of many creatures just waking from their sleep, he spotted a soft glow from inside a tunnel at the base of a small tree.
“Redd?” Blue said, not yelling so the creatures would not attack.
Redd heard soft footsteps outside the tunnel and put out the fire, his eyes locked on the mouth of the tunnel. The moment of anxiety passed with the call of his name.
“Blue?” red asked to the tunnel entrance. The aquatic Pikmin jumped down the hole and said, “There you are.”
Blue stormed at the idiot rookie.
“What the hell were you thinking? Why didn’t you come back when the Sun started to set?”
Redd backed up into his corner then said, “I thought I saw someone…”
Blue yelled more, “You saw someone? Damn it Redd! Everyone was accounted for at the onions! This was not the time to play around!”
Redd kept his eyes away, choosing to stare at the dirt, rather than at his angry comrade.
After a few minutes, Blue calmed down, deciding it was better to keep quiet now that the Sun was fully set.
“Well, at least you are alive. I guess that that’s all that matters.” He sat down and let out an n appreciative sigh, “Not like we can change your stupid mistake.”
They sat like that for several minutes till Blue whispered, “Go ahead and sleep first. I’ll keep watch.”
Redd looked at blue then laid down; but trying to stay awake. Eventually though, sleep won and Redd fell asleep only to be greeted by the same scene that brought them into this…
Redd was in charge of gathering food and, with over twenty of his own red Pikmin behind him, he brought back enough food to last for several days. When they reached their maximum of food, Redd sent his squad home to rest with the others.
“I’m going for a walk.” Redd said to Yellow and Blue.
“You sure? It’s getting late.” Yellow said, with concern.
“I’ll only be gone a minute or so.” Redd assured
“Be careful out there, get back here before sundown.” Blue said sternly.
“I’ll be fine.” Redd said then started off.
“I mean it.” Blue said.
Redd waved his hand in good bye and walked off into the grass trees, strands of grass ten times taller than Redd was at least.
The area had been cleared for the most part of monsters and predators when Redd had gathered food. The walk was uneventful, though Redd did see a Honeywisp pass by, if they needed more nectar, Redd would have collected it, but instead he watched it vanish into itself.
Once the Honeywisp vanished his attention was drawn to a silver flower over some short grass. It swayed lightly in the air without any breeze, even casting off a soft, white glow.
Redd called out to it, wondering who it was. The flower moved a bit, like a head turned toward Redd. Instantly the Red commander felt eyes on him through the grass. The flower began to move away and Redd called out for it to stop. The flower ignored him this time and Redd chased. He pushed aside the brush and caught a small glimpse of the Pikmin there.
It was female, with longer legs then other Pikmin and a shorter stem on her head. She had all the features of the other Pikmin, with a nose, ears, and a mouth, though they were smaller and more curved than the others. Her arms were longer and she had delicate digits on each hand.
Redd stared as she turned away, apparently trying to ignore the red Pikmin, but he had other plans to follow the silver Pikmin.
“Are you a Pikmin Goddess? Or another Type?” He questioned but received no answers, “Are you ignoring me?”
She kept walking further and further away, while the Sun drew lower and lower in the sky.