RP:Red vs Blue: Revolution

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''' * All AIs played by Sonasaurus I = Episode I: The Mercenary, The Spy, and the Revolution

* Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon  Who the fuck are you?  Agent Pennsylvania  Oh.  Ranked #49 on the leaderboard, is that right?  #48, now that Connie's dead.  Agent Pennsylvania, on loan from the 1st Infantry Division  1st Infantry Division?  You're from the resistance?  * Agent_Texas snatches Wyoming's rifle * ChanServ gives channel operator status to Agent_Texas <Agent_PA> I'm on loan from the UNSC <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas has kicked Agent_PA from #halo-fanon (Agent_PA) <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Rifle. . . :( <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hands back the rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tankoo! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stop speaking like an idiot. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Very well. I'd only ask you be aware of the spy in our midst. * Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon <Agent_PA> I'm on loan from the UNSC First Infantry <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There are no infantry soldiers in Project Freelancer. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wash? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You want a turn? <Agent_PA> Killed, oh, lemme count, about one thousand rebels <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas locks the door, sealing PA in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're not Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So let's find out who you are. <Agent_PA> I'm from the unsc!  * ChanServ gives channel operator status to Agent-Washington <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California uses combat engineering to further block door <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thanks, Cal. * Agent_PA breaks out with his thermite grenade, continuing to panty raid Carolina's room <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> PA, I swear to god. <Agent_PA> Too late <Agent_PA> Already stole em, and gave em to texas <Agent_PA> Merry motherfucking Christmas <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses them to strangle PA. <Agent_PA> OW <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington has kicked Agent_PA from #halo-fanon (We don't tolerate perverts in this outfit.) <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ouch. * Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs PA <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You, show me who you really are. <Agent_PA> What? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Or do you want me to bend some stuff the wrong way? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming restrains PA's arms. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington hands Texas the knife. * Agent_PA remove his helmet, revealing Adamska-B156 <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Just cut some things off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe I'll start with the eyes. <Agent_PA> HEY <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Or should it be the tongue? <Agent_PA> I said i'm a SPARTAN from the UNSC <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Spartans? <Agent_PA> Here's my ID too <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> One of our rivals. They don't compare. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Did you hear that, boys? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This guy comes from the Spartan project. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> You cut out the tongue, he can't tell you anything. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fair enough. Eyes it is then. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know what we do to Spartans? <Agent_PA> NO <Agent_PA> What you want to know <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's move him somewhere else. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't want to make a mess in Carolina's room. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, after you. Where do you want him? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Training room? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Training room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's extra equipment there if we want other ways to torture him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Might make him talk easier. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes Carolina's signature shock baton before leaving. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I won't cut him up just yet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But let's make him piss himself first. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Coming Cal? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I have to go, guys. I'm being implanted with Epsilon in ten minutes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> See you later, Wash <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You don't want to see this anyway. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas drags PA into the training room and locks all the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> FILSS, shut off the surveillance. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ties PA down onto the floor and activates the shock baton. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming raises eyebrow, then looks the other way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cover your ears. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This stings like a bitch if you're not armoured. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas starts beating PA with the baton, simultaneously bruising and electrocuting him. * Agent_PA remains stoic <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shrugs <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out the knife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, what's it going to be? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fingers, eyes, nose? <Agent_PA> Fingers <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Actually, I have a better idea. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come here, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take off the rest of PA's armour. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> All of it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Erm. What exactly are you intending? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just do it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming complies under duress. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds PA down and holds the knife in front of his face. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll give you three guesses at what I'm thinking. * Agent_PA simply smiles knowingly <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nothing? <Agent_PA> Imma guess you're gonna cut my dick off? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wrong. <Agent_PA> What then? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flips PA on his back and sticks the knife up his ass. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Worse. <Agent_PA> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes it deeper <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas twists slowly <Agent_PA> SPARTAN..B156...Adamska..Serial number..2319 <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thank you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the knife out sharply. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, bring him to recovery. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings in a gurney with a couple of medics. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And then send him in for interrogation. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll do some checks on his numbers <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The OFFICIAL one this time? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nah. No one needs to know about this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head at all this unpleasantness, but doesn't object. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas wipes off the knife and hands it to Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ew. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't hesitate to get creative if you have to. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks off. * Agent_PA is shaking and whimpering, curled up in the fetal position <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, he's going to need assistance in the bathroom for months. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas starts digging up info on the Spartan <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings PA to recovery, and sits by while the medics work on him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Now Penny, or whoever it is you think you're impersonating. <Agent_PA> Why..Why did you do this? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I simply detest such violence, but we must all understand it is sometimes necessary. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Fortunately, I don't have to get my hands dirty, because our good friend Texas is so very willing to oblige on the occasion. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Next time you might want to think twice before panty-raiding a Freelancer's room. * Agent_PA goes to sleep to get some rest <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The pains will keep you awake, I think. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ugh... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, sleep the night away. Just sleep with one eye open. Wash likes to creep at night. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, I've got some information. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaves medbay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps out as well and makes sure the doors are shut. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This guy is in the Spartan program alright. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But he's up to no good. <Agent_PA> What do you mean? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Three months ago, the UNSC subcommittee kidnapped Penny and brought him in to cover up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They thought replacing Penny with a male would be a good idea? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's digging up any information he can on us so the Spartans can catch up on their project. And he might even be looking to the director's AIs; I don't know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, we could tell them their cover's been blown and propose an exchange, but you know how the UNSC deals with things. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> So... we stop him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It could get messy. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It already got messy. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas chuckles. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, just a bit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I say we make this guy disappear and go rescue Penny. Clean and simple. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Anyone have a plan? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Explosive decompression? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're not going to kill him.. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just make him disappear for a while. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bullocks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We can make him resurface if we need. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Anyway, let's go find Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll dig for clues in her room to see what happened to her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe this guy left some trails. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gleefully retrieves rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is going to be a low-level op, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not even the director should know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If he does, we'll be set back quite a while. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Aw. Then may I suggest digging around in the data in his helmet recorder? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's a start. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's do it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming returns to Carolina's room. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This is where we left it, if I recall correctly. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas picks up the helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I suppose Carolina won't mind if I use her data scanner. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the scanner off the table and inserts the helmet chip into it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's go back to the recovery bay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fiddles with a few settings on the scanner and pores over the data until reaching the recovery bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh look, our captive's coming around. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now listen. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're going to find Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So sit tight and be good. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You cause any trouble, we'll deal with you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Actually, I'll deal with you, which is worse. <Agent_PA> Dontcha know Texas, Penn's dead <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll believe it when I see it. <Agent_PA> I set off a beacon when you captured me, a beacon that sent a signal to execute Penn <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You'll soon learn, mate. You're either with us, or Texas hamstrings you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, if I come back with a dead body, you'll be in for a world of hurt. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So you'd better hope she's alive. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Catch you later. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas orders a nearby doctor to sedate PA before she leaves for the hangar bay with Wyoming and California. * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas boards Delta-Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, Cal, get on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming mounts up. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California straps in <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, I'm tracking the signal the helmet is emitting. <Four-Seven-Niner> We've got a straight trail to a facility on the ground. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's a big building, but it doesn't look UNSC. <Four-Seven-Niner> And it's smack in the middle of the city too. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hiding in plain sight, huh? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Should make it easier for us to get Penny out then. <Four-Seven-Niner> The good news is, this signal lead us right to their base. <Four-Seven-Niner> The bad news is, they'll receive the signal and know we're coming. <Four-Seven-Niner> So get ready to come in hot. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Weapons on standby. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming click. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls back the slide on her pistols <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, we're coming up on the LZ. <Four-Seven-Niner> They don't have anti-air cannons, but they do have ground vehicles. <Four-Seven-Niner> So it's going to be a speed drop. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Open the hatch, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks anti-materiel rounds. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Jump on my mark, sync? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sync. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Sync. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Mark! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps off. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California steps off <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands and shoots the nearest guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on the way down, killing a motor pool attendant. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Go, get to the doors! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas swiftly reloads and takes out more guards <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California lands on a guard <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tucks, lands, and rolls. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sprints to the door. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks down the door, spraying the room with gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaches with Tex, covering armored targets. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's a vehicle bay three rooms over. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, go secure a a Warthog, plow through this place. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Check. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires to suppress remaining guards, and reloads once he's reached the 'hog. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, stay with Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wreak some havoc. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll find the holding cells. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks regrouping isn't fast enough, breaks through wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming beeps horn. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California mounts up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shifts into reverse. * Agent_Texas goes down several levels and finds the holding cells. * Agent_Texas takes out all the guards in the room in a few seconds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots Penny in one of the cells. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Penny <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny! <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Tex... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Are you alright? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does donuts, giving his gunner time to attack the guardsmen. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny passes out <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, get down here! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises her guns as guards come rushing in <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas defends Penny and opens fire on them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A bit busy at the moment, my gunners aren't responding. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, hurry! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're going to corner us! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can't move anywhere unless Penny is secure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll need to demolish another wall. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Need a beacon. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots where the enemy was <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates a beacon. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slams on horn and drives at the wall like a Grif. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> AAAAAAA! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes out a few more guards and swears when she's out of ammo. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out a combat knife and prepares to take out the rest the hard way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaks through the wall, trashing the guards previously pinning Tex. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ow! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nicely done Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> My pleasure. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts Penny in the passenger seat. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's get topside and call for extraction. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold on. Getting back out could take some work. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming waits a moment. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny groans and stirs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny, you're awake! <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny laughs softly <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Are we getting out of here or what?

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, just hang on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shifts into reverse just as a heavily-armored guard gets into place. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Prime bumper on the menu today. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Aw crap. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cut the jokes, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit, there's too many of them! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're flooding the courtyard, we'll never get out that way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does a half-point turn and looks for the exit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's the blasted way out already <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Time to improvise. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Drive up the stairs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides through another checkpoint. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This'll be rough. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's five floors in this building. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get to the rooftop. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming drives up the rather bumpy stairs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is busy disabling all the door mechanisms to hold up the guards. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California fires the turret until his hands go numb <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold on Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll set some explosives on the roof hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You keep driving around. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas times the explosives. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get clear! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is running out of room to maneuver. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny falls out at a particularly sharp turn and falls next to the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh dear. Someone buckle her up next time! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs, scoops up Penny, and dives away from the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas barely clears the explosions and is thrown against the wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a sweet jump out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas places Penny back in the passenger seat. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, take out the enemies in the courtyard below. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, we need evac now! <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger, Texas. On my way. * Four-Seven-Niner approaches the rooftop fast and low. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, here she comes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming starts driving along the roof's ridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Next time, let's assault a parking garage if I have to drive. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's quite a party you guys started down there. <Four-Seven-Niner> Stay in the hog. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No objection to that. <Four-Seven-Niner> And speed up a little, would ya? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Running out of roof here. * Four-Seven-Niner does a fly-by over the roof, picking up the Warthog with the magnetic clamps and hardly slowing down <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, an expert getaway as always. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How's Penny? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> She's fine <Four-Seven-Niner> Hurry up and jump on, Texas! <Four-Seven-Niner> I have to increase altitude before I clear the rooftop! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes after the Pelican as fast as she can. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Uh oh. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps to grab onto the Warthog but misses. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs Tex's hand <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Gotcha! <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, hang onto something! * Four pulls the Pelican upward and into the sky. * Agent Texas is nearly thrown off by the sudden change in pitch, but manages to hang on. * Agent Texas climbs onto the back of the Warthog with some difficulty and stares down into the distant ground below. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess we're not riding home the usual way. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Talk about cutting it close. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And now that we're finally out of combat: Knock. Knock. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the Mother of Invention, guys. * Four-Seven-Niner drops the team off in the hangar bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, get Penny to medical. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California does so <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears a distant explosion and stumbles as the entire ship shakes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What was that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't like the sound of that... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, come with me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Something's happening. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> (over radio) Penny's out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dear. I hope the poor girl pulls through. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll check up on her later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's see what that noise was. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs off for the lower levels of the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows.

* Mordred_ checks to make sure the freelancers are engaged. * Mordred_ heads over to the nearest MOI computer bank and starts uploading data. * Mordred_ begins first aid on Agent_PA as the data loads. <Mordred_> Agent_PA: You appear to be coming around. I seem to have stabilized you. * Mordred_ heads down to engineering. <Mordred_> hm <Mordred_> PA doesnt seem to be coming around...So much for plan A. * Mordred_ checks his upload time. * Mordred_ taps his foot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What are you doing down here? * Mordred_ flips through a copy of Descartes. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Haven't seen you around before. You new? <Mordred_> Yes, quite new. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Wait, what's that you're holding? <Mordred_> It's a copy of Descartes's Meditations on First Philosophy. Care for a read? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I don't want to read if I don't have to. Kinda hurts my...eye. <Mordred_> Fair enough. I feel for you. <Mordred_> Anyway, they need me over in Section C. See you around. * Mordred_ heads for Section D. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> By the way, have you seen Carolina? <Mordred_> Probably down in the practice room. I heard she wanted to talk to you or something. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Okay, thanks. * Mordred_ checks his upload data. <Mordred_> Well, would you look at that. The data's done uploading. * Mordred_ retrieves the data jack. <Mordred_> And would you look at the time? Too bad I'm not paid by the hour. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, the training room's empty. And I thought you were in Section C. <Mordred_> Oh, hey York. <Mordred_> I was just talking to Dave Johnson in engineering. He said there was a slight weapons malfunction down here. <Mordred_> Clearly he was lying. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> There's no Dave Johnson on board... <Mordred_> hm <Mordred_> That was the name he gave me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York puts his fingers around his gun. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Why don't you come with me? Maybe the director can sort this out. <Mordred_> I'd love to, but it looks like we have an infiltrator on board. I'll go sort the guy who said he was Dave out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'll come with you. <Mordred_> You go report to the director. <Mordred_> Or better yet, get him on the line <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Okay, the director's on the line. What did you say your name was? <Mordred_> Bert, from engineering. The new guy. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah, the director wants to see you. He said he's sent an agent to find this Dave guy. Now come with me. <Mordred_> Awesome. * Mordred_ detonates a flash bang and EMP grenade. * Mordred_ heads for the escape pods. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ow! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Son of a bitch! I only have one eye, you know! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York fumbles for the alarm. * Mordred_ detonates the explosives he planted in engineering. <Mordred_> Oh dear. Someone should check on the main reactor. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North appears out of nowhere and tackles Mordred_ to the ground <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets up and blinks * Mordred_ wriggles out of his grasp <Mordred_> Now where did you come from? * Mordred_ heads for the service tunnels. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North recovers and trips Mordred_ <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pins Mordred_ down <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Right, that's enough. <Mordred_> I beg to differ. * Mordred_ unloads a submachine gun into York's gut. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North knocks the gun away and punches Mordred_ out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, you okay? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah...good thing I got this healing unit... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands up gingerly * Mordred_ jabs a knife in North's armpit and rolls to his feet. <Mordred_> Might want to check on that. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls out the knife and feints by slashing at Mordred_, and then catches him unawares by smashing his fist into Mordred_'s face. * Mordred_ collides with the wall. <Mordred_> Shit

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the hallway <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell is going on? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get him! <Mordred_> Double shit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is right behind. * Mordred_ detonates his final flashbang <Mordred_> Time to go <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North flinches and is stunned along with everyone else. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is unaffected and knocks Mordred_ down <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think so. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hah, knock knock. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas knocks the wind out of Mordred_ by punching him repeatedly in the abdomen <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pins down Mordred_'s arms and legs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming activates laser dot sight, hovering it on Mordred_'s head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold fire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd suggest laying still. <Mordred_> No one's checked that reactor leak... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Shit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> North, come with me <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Coming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York disappears down the hall. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North follows. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds Mordred_ firmly and escorts him down the hallway <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Reactor leak, hmm? Very clever. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Were you a part of this too? <Mordred_> Of course not. <Mordred_> Wyoming is completely trustworthy <Mordred_> Why would you suspect him of anything? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Smartass, huh. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Mordred_ in the gut <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shut it if you have nothing to say. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hauls Mordred_ to the holding cells and throws him in. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> Now what's all this about, Agents? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This mercenary is stealing data, sir. <Director_Church> Well isn't that unfortunate. <Mordred_> Data? <Mordred_> What data? <Director_Church> Who sent him? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We don't know yet. <Mordred_> I have no idea what you people are talking about. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out Carolina's buzz baton she still had <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You want to end up on a floor in a pool of your own piss? <Mordred_> Tried that a couple times before. <Mordred_> It didn't wind up well for the other guy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, I'm not any other guy, merc. <Mordred_> That we can agree on. <Director_Church> Let me handle this, Texas. <Director_Church> Why don't you go check up on our PA impostor? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How'd you know- <Director_Church> Agent Texas, don't think I'm unaware of these things. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent, as he's a little slow. <Director_Church> You are dismissed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...yes, sir. <Mordred_> See you around, C-3P0 <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas returns to the recovery bay <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, look who's awake. <Agent_PA> Oh, my head <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Funny, I thought it'd be your ass that would hurt more. <Agent_PA> So, the actual PA alive? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Out, but recuperating. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Which makes you very lucky. <Agent_PA> I'd like to meet him Texas <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Her. <Agent_PA> Her then

<font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny limps over to PA <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> You. <Agent_PA> Yes, me <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take it easy, Penny. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> There are so many things I want to do to you right now. <Agent_PA> Like? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've already stuck a knife up his ass, Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Relax. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Oh yeah, where is this knife? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds it out <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Give it over. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny... <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Tex, give it to me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly hands Penny the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So, Spartan. You remember what you did to me before your buddies brought me in? <Agent_PA> A little. Knocked you the fuck out, and capped you in the knees. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Well, I find myself very irrirtated that I can't walk properly. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So how about I make it even? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny, we're in a medical bay. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I don't care. <Agent_PA> Aluminum baseball bats to the femur are fun times <Agent_PA> If you're wondering, that's why your thigh hurts <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want to stab you in the face so much right now. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Just to shut you up. <Agent_PA> Texas: May I and Penny talk alone? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because I don't know what your face will look like when I come back. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> You've got that right. <Agent_PA> What exactly do you want, penny and texas? <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want you to suffer. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I want to make sure she doesn't kill you by accident. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Oh, if I kill this bastard, it won't be an accident. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So Tex, what did he think before you stuck that knife up his ass? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He thought I was going to castrate him. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Well, there's an idea <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny has a glint in her eye <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> How about you take that hospital gown off, Spartan, and let me get creative. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> What? We don't need this guy anymore. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good show there, old girl. I say, knock knock? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Wyoming. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Shut up, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it, but I actually have one! <Agent_PA> Penny: Why do you freelancers hate SPARTANs so much? <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I think what you did to me should answer that easily. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Penny, lie down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get some rest. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> No, Tex. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want this asshole to pay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let the director handle him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Give me the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> No. <Agent_PA> Texas: Why are we still doing small talk, if you have business with me, stop wasting my time <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Spartan. <Agent_PA> Stop. Wasting. My. Time. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas swiftly punches out PA * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164 <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs for the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Let go! <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny suddenly slumps back and falls to the floor. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches Agent_Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts down the sedative she had discreetly pressed into Penny's palm when she grabbed the knife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Put her in bed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Will do. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does so. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads out of the medical bay.

<Director_Church> So, mercenary. Who are you? <Mordred_> I wish I knew. <Mordred_> Anyone got a smoke? <Director_Church> You don't have to be difficult, mercenary. <Mordred_> I've got a slight headache. <Mordred_> It's impeding my ability to answer questions. <Director_Church> Well, I've got time. <Mordred_> So do I. <Mordred_> Time's the one thing I've got. <Mordred_> That and backup, of course. * Mordred_ relaxes. <Director_Church> What is your name, mercenary? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California dashes over <Mordred_> I wish I knew. <Director_Church> Well, what were you after on board this ship? <Mordred_> The scenery. * Director_Church chuckles <Director_Church> You know, I don't intend to kill you once we're done all this. <Director_Church> I'm not even going to torture you. <Director_Church> That's why I asked my agents to leave. <Mordred_> And here I brought a change of pants for nothing. <Director_Church> What if I told you that we might not even be enemies? <Director_Church> What if I had something you wanted and you didn't realize it? <Mordred_> Then I'd tell you to keep talking because I'd be interested. <Mordred_> Of course, we're still talking hypotheticals here. <Director_Church> Indeed. <Director_Church> If you think I'm friends with the UNSC, you're dead wrong. <Director_Church> Now, depending on who you're working for, we might be able to come to an agreement. <Director_Church> But if I don't even know that, I won't know what you're after. <Mordred_> hm <Mordred_> Normally I don't reveal client information. <Mordred_> Then again <Mordred_> How many zeros might this agreement entail? <Director_Church> You make the offer. <Director_Church> But what I have is more valuable than money. <Mordred_> I'm interested. <Mordred_> So interested that I'll tell you the client's accent was almost as bad as yours. <Director_Church> Are you aware of the existence of something called "the Sarcophagus"? <Mordred_> Maybe. <Director_Church> Were you aware that it was taken from the UNSC months ago? <Mordred_> Could have heard a thing or two. <Director_Church> Can you guess who took it? <Mordred_> Gee, could it be the other guy with a ship full of armored commandos? * Director_Church chuckles <Director_Church> You remind me of Alpha. <Director_Church> Well...before I took him apart. <Mordred_> Which I know nothing about because I certainly didn't spend the last half hour poking through your computer. <Director_Church> So you know about the engineer. <Mordred_> Are we still talking hypotheticals here? <Mordred_> Because my answer's still "maybe." <Director_Church> We're moving away from it. <Director_Church> You must also know how valuble it is to have a creature that can construct valuble technology from the barest resources and is capable of a great many things. <Director_Church> If I wanted, I could have used this engineer to make myself and my colleagues very rich. <Director_Church> But I do have more pressing issues. <Director_Church> A waste of a potential talent, wouldn't you say? <Mordred_> I hate it when money gets flushed down the drain. <Director_Church> Well, now that I'm done dissecting my AI, I have little use for the engineer. <Director_Church> I was going to kill it to hide the evidence. <Director_Church> But as you said, it's money flushing down the drain. <Mordred_> I'm waiting for the part that concerns me making money and getting out of this holding cell. <Director_Church> I'm disappointed you haven't figured it out already. <Mordred_> Heh

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the brig. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How's he doing? <Director_Church> We're making progress. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Should I persuade him? <Director_Church> That won't be necessary. <Mordred_> Oh, hey Frankenstein. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What did you call me? <Director_Church> Agent Texas, stand down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's see how smart you are when I beat the shit out of you. <Director_Church> Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Texas, please. <Mordred_> The adults are talking. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clenches her fists <Director_Church> Agent Texas, you have done enough for today. <Director_Church> You may return to your quarters. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director, can you bring the mercenary into the training room? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I want a...private word with him. <Director_Church> Agent Texas... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What, are you going to let this guy screw around with us? <Mordred_> Ah, she's just mad I took on two other agents in full armor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fantastic. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I took down three. <Mordred_> While you were in full armor. <Mordred_> All I've got is some flashbangs and an overcoat. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what do you say? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How about we have a straight-up fistfight, no weapons, no armour. <Mordred_> Besides <Mordred_> Didn't someone just tell you to go to your room? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves her fist between the bars and punches Mordred_ in the face. <Mordred_> Ooh <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You like that, dipshit? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can hit harder. <Mordred_> I've had better. <Mordred_> And I wasn't even behind bars that time. <Director_Church> The mercenary and I were discussing something, Agent. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think discussion time's over. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Give me five minutes with this guy, director. You can discuss with him afterward. <Mordred_> Man, director. <Mordred_> Do you usually let your crew walk all over you like this? <Mordred_> Sounds like discipline's breaking down around here. <Director_Church> I've noticed. <Mordred_> First I spent three hours messing up your ship. <Mordred_> Now you've got abuse of prisoners <Mordred_> Insubordination <Mordred_> When will it end? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You think you have rights when you're a prisoner? <Mordred_> More than you do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're lucky to be alive. <Director_Church> Agent Texas, I am not going to repeat myself again. <Mordred_> You might call me a lucky guy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, let's see how lucky you get when I'm done with you. <Mordred_> You'll have to get through these bars first. <Director_Church> Agent Wyoming, escort Texas to her quarters. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director.... <Director_Church> Leave, Texas! That's an order! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...yes, sir. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glares at Mordred_ before walking off * Mordred_ waves good-bye <Director_Church> I apologize. <Mordred_> No worries. <Mordred_> Now, which part of that too-good-to-be-true deal were we on? <Director_Church> Tell me, mercenary. Are you one who takes good care of another living being? <Mordred_> That depends. <Director_Church> Because the engineer is rather delicate. <Mordred_> For the right price, I can be incredibly delicate. <Director_Church> They say there is no greater price than freedom. <Mordred_> True enough. <Mordred_> But they also say to keep cloud devices when you download things. <Mordred_> Do you see where this is going? <Director_Church> So here's my offer. <Director_Church> I will let you walk free, with the engineer, and we forget this ever happened. <Director_Church> On two conditions. <Director_Church> One, you tell me who sent you. <Mordred_> And two? <Director_Church> Two, I will initiate a memory wipe so you forget this happened. <Director_Church> You will wake up with the engineer and the money will come your way after that. <Mordred_> So how will I know what to do with the engineer? <Mordred_> Sorry, I'm a little skittish about mind wipes. <Director_Church> The memory wipe process will be very precise. <Director_Church> You will forget only that you were here, and that you were sent here. <Mordred_> How about I agree not to rat on you if you agree not to spread it around that I rat on clients? <Director_Church> I suppose that is fair. <Mordred_> I could also throw in a special discount if you ever need some precision and subtlety. <Director_Church> What is your price? <Mordred_> Hey, I would have been cool with just taking out option two. <Mordred_> But now that you ask <Mordred_> I'll settle for ten thousand. <Director_Church> Ten thousand. <Mordred_> A bit lower than my usual rate, but hey. <Mordred_> It's been a rough day. <Director_Church> What if I gave you an AI fragment instead? <Mordred_> hm <Director_Church> I find I have nothing to do with any of them after one of my agents...reacted rather poorly with one. <Mordred_> You're a lot more generous than you look, pal. <Mordred_> I'm cool with that. <Director_Church> I was forced to cease implantations, but I assure you the AI I have is more safe. * Director_Church pulls out the Zeta AI, the Alpha's wisdom <Director_Church> Will this do? * Zeta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Zeta_AI <Mordred_> You're the one with the keys to this cell, pal. <Zeta_AI> Greetings. <Director_Church> So we have a deal. <Director_Church> I had these AIs stored in chips now that implantation seems to be a bad idea. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California cannot believe this * Director_Church hands the chip to Mordred_ <Mordred_> Well, I could do this or I could hang out in this cell until your pet rottweiler comes back to unscrew my head. <Mordred_> Given the circumstances <Mordred_> Pleasure doing business with you. * Director_Church opens the cell door. <Mordred_> My client didn't give me a name, but he said he was connected to some sort of Oversight subcommittee. <Mordred_> And he had an accent like the dude in white armor. * Director_Church displays no change in expression. <Mordred_> That good enough for you? <Director_Church> Interesting. <Director_Church> Yes, I think it is. <Director_Church> More than you know. <Mordred_> Glad to hear it. <Zeta_AI> Displaying route to hangar bay now. <Zeta_AI> There is a dropship awaiting you. <Zeta_AI> Please follow the pre-designated route, SPARTAN-G294. <Director_Church> What did she call you? <Mordred_> No idea. <Director_Church> Zeta, repeat. <Zeta_AI> Apologies, director. <Zeta_AI> But I do not take orders from you anymore. <Zeta_AI> As you saw fit to hand me over, I have a different purpose in existance. <Mordred_> What she means, director, is that we'd both really appreciate it if you came down to the hangar with us. <Mordred_> Just to make sure that psycho in black isn't hanging around for some parting words. <Director_Church> You would feel unsafe if Agent California escorted you? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California reveals himself <Mordred_> No, I guess not. <Zeta_AI> Director. <Zeta_AI> It would be wise if you came along. <Zeta_AI> After all, Agent California stands no chance against Agent Texas. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Thanks a lot. <Zeta_AI> In fact, no one on board this ship does. <Mordred_> That's true, but he could buy us some time if she jumps us again. <Zeta_AI> The only way to keep her from inflicting harm is by your orders. <Zeta_AI> You are an interesting individual. <Zeta_AI> Unorthodox, but I cannot argue with your wisdom. <Director_Church> Very well then. Follow me. <Mordred_> Right-o <Director_Church> And Agent California, keep your weapon trained away. The mercenary isn't a prisoner. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California does so * Director_Church leads Mordred_ to the hangar <Mordred_> I guess some people around here know how to follow orders. <Zeta_AI> That is what makes them human. <Mordred_> Heh <Mordred_> You've got a lot to learn about the rest of us, buddy. <Zeta_AI> I'm sure I will with time. <Zeta_AI> After all, it is the best learning experience. <Director_Church> Okay, get on board that dropship. <Mordred_> Right <Mordred_> Oh <Mordred_> One last thing * Mordred_ reaches into his pocket and tosses the director his data chip. <Mordred_> No one bothered to take this off me. * Director_Church catches it. <Mordred_> Terrible security protocols you have around here. <Director_Church> I suppose they were more concerned about restraining you. <Mordred_> Hey, I'm a scary guy <Zeta_AI> I think Agent Texas was simply focused on looking for a chance to fight. <Director_Church> I think so. <Director_Church> Now remember, not a word of this to anyone. <Mordred_> Right you are. <Director_Church> I will do the same. <Zeta_AI> I suggest we leave now. <Zeta_AI> There is a chance Agent Texas could return. <Mordred_> I'm not too worried. <Mordred_> Still, never hurts to be safe. <Mordred_> Shame I can't stick around longer. <Mordred_> But I think I've outstayed my welcome. * Mordred_ tips two fingers at the director. <Mordred_> See you around. <Zeta_AI> Goodbye, Director. <Zeta_AI> Goodye, Agent California. * Director_Church nods <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Goodbye. * Zeta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Director_Church watches silently as the dropship flies off. <Director_Church> Not a word to anyone, Agent California. <Director_Church> I assume you are wondering why I gave an AI to a former prisoner. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I was. <Director_Church> To answer your question, I have one of my own: Do you think we will see him again? <Director_Church> Because you might think I aim to retrieve the Zeta AI eventually. <Director_Church> But in reality, I hope that neither myself or anyone else ever learns of where Zeta is. <Director_Church> Why, you ask? <Director_Church> Because of Sigma. I am growing increasingly concerned that he is unstable. <Director_Church> He has displayed interest in metastability. <Director_Church> If the worst happens, I can only hope he doesn't find the other AIs. <Director_Church> And this mercenary will make sure we never find him again. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> That makes some sense... <Director_Church> Now, I have some investigations to do. <Director_Church> Particularly upon the chairman of the subcommittee... <Director_Church> You are dismissed, Agent California. * Director_Church walks out of the hangar * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters through another door a second later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, what was that all about? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What did the director tell you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And who was that in the dropship? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> California. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I need to have a word with you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits the hangar with California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California mumbles "everyone wants a word" <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what was that about? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Director stuff. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, Cal. I'm not in the mood for this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He didn't want me to talk to the prisoner. So tell me, what happened? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm a combat engineer, it isn't my place. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas look away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright then. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's go see the prisoner <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina wakes up with a poorly hidden yawn. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings Wash to medbay, where both PA and Penny are waking up. <Agent_PA> Ugh, my head <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_PA; after what you've been through, I'm surprised it's your head that hurts the most. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Whew, that was a close one. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tell me about it <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That mercenary guy is dangerous. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> At least we stopped the ship from blowing up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> The director will be happy to hear that. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, but he's not going to be pleased at the prisoner. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ah, let him get what he deserves. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, we all appreciate the fact that we're not so much space debris, thank you. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That guy busted us up pretty bad. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey guys. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Texas. You guys all owe us one. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. I'm a locksmith, not an engineer. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why's everyone in the recovery bay? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Checking up on our dear Penny, I believe. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is she conscious yet? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It doesn't seem so. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ah well, let her rest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It'll stop her from tearing apart the prisoner here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What are we going to do about him anyway? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey buddy, you know what we do to Spartans? <Agent_PA> no <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've showed him already. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take it easy, York. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Was it your friend that was screwing with us earlier? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Because I really want to get my hands on him. <Agent_PA> No <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North goes over to the other side of the recovery bay to get his injuries treated. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to the others. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What do we do with the Spartan here? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's decide that before Penny wakes up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Best keep him out of sight. There should be an empty holding cell around here somewhere. Or a nice cryo bay. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> You're with the subcommittee, aren't you prisoner? <Director_Church> Why have I found records of you dealing with the chairman? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The chairman? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Sir? <Agent_PA> Yes, I am with the committee, on the grounds Project Freelancer has been killing UNSC servicemen <Director_Church> UNSC servicemen? <Director_Church> Those are sim-troopers. <Director_Church> And don't play dumb. <Director_Church> The chairman wants to know about the Alpha, doesn't he? <Director_Church> I knew it. * Agent_PA slams his hand on the table <Agent_PA> THOSE WERE UNSC! <Agent_PA> I saw them die! * Director_Church passes a pistol to Tex <Director_Church> Agent California, hold him down. <Director_Church> Agent Texas...kill him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sir? <Agent_PA> no <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The chairman will make inquiries... <Director_Church> If the chairman asks, I will inform him that we found a spy and dealt with him. <Director_Church> He doesn't need to know that I'm onto him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly points the pistol at PA. <Agent_PA> Don't kill me please! <Agent_PA> I'm begging you! <Director_Church> Maybe next time the chairman will conduct an investigation the proper way. <Agent_PA> No, please, no! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas has the pistol pointed at PA's face but doesn't shoot <Agent_PA> Don't kill me! <Director_Church> Do it, Agent Texas. <Agent_PA> Don't! <Director_Church> Agent, I gave you an order. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sir, we're in a recovery bay. This isn't appropriate. <Agent_PA> Don't kill me! <Director_Church> Shoot the prisoner! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know what? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Here! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tosses the pistol to a startled Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let her do it! * Director_Church shrugs. <Agent_PA> Carolina, please no! <Director_Church> It's all the same to me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina catches the pistol, caught off guard. <Agent_PA> I'm from the Subcommittee <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sir...? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas crosses her arms <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares at Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The hell? <Director_Church> The chairman is using illegal means to conduct an investigation. <Director_Church> I have every right to dispose of the prisoner. <Director_Church> I can always claim he was an enemy. <Agent_PA> No, don't! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clips the pistol to her thigh. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director, he's not a spy, and you know it. <Director_Church> I'm sending the subcommittee a message. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is wrong! How far are you going to go for these...these secrets you won't even tell us? <Director_Church> Agent Carolina, shoot him. <Agent_PA> No! <Agent_PA> I. Am. From. the. Committee. <Director_Church> Which is exactly why I am arranging your execution. <Agent_PA> Oh really now Director? <Agent_PA> Do you know what will happen if you kill me? <Director_Church> The committee can keep themselves out of my business. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina unclips the pistol from her thigh, but does not point it at PA. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We serve the UNSC, sir... <Director_Church> The UNSC doesn't know what they're getting into. <Agent_PA> If you kill me, you're not just killing a man, you're effectively committing suicide for the project <Director_Church> They will realize what I am doing for them when I have reached my goals. <Director_Church> Until then, I will make sure they don't interfere. <Agent_PA> They won't just slap you on the wrist, they'll send a fleet here to destroy you * Director_Church laughs <Director_Church> The committee members are still full of shit, I see. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains frozen, looking from the Director to PA and, oddly, to Texas. <Director_Church> Agent Texas, you have disobeyed me repeatedly today. <Director_Church> So either kill him or get out of my sight. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll take him out of the recovery bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And then we'll decide what to do. <Director_Church> You are not giving the orders here, Allison! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stiffens <Agent_PA> No Director, I am <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches PA again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I told you to shut up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, put the gun down. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises the pistol slowly, not really pointing it at anyone in particular. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Everything I am today, I am because of you, Director. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I told myself I'd never let you down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But you don't seem to mind letting us down. * Director_Church grits his teeth. <Director_Church> You don't see what I'm doing for you. <Director_Church> For all of you! <Director_Church> You don't know what it's like to make these decisions. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina levels the gun at PA, then it drifts in the Director's direction. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves without hesitation, tackling Carolina to the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls as the pistol clatters away, shoving at Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes Carolina into the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the fuck is wrong with you? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, take it easy! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He's screwing with us, don't you see? Maybe it's our turn to "make the hard decisions." <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California frees his arm <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It doesn't look so hard for you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Carolina's arms and restrains her. <Director_Church> So, that's how it's going to be. <Director_Church> Bring her over, Texas. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What is going on? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Like I'd actually kill you? I'd rather turn you in for treason! <Director_Church> I'd much think it's the other way around. * Agent_PA escapes <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks not. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs after PA * Agent_PA gets in a saber and flys away <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You aren't worth what it would cost to clean your brains off the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Watch it, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That prisoner just escaped! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you're here lecturing the director? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Tex's visor, for once wide-eyed rather than glaring. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well put me down, and we can fix that. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lets go of Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't you ever point a gun at him again. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stalks past Tex, shoving her slightly in passing. <Director_Church> Agent Texas...keep an eye on Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Way ahead of you, sir. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...director, is everything alright? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What's so important about this secret? <Director_Church> Go, Texas. Don't concern yourself with me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares at him for a moment and then walks off. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Any sign of the prisoner? <Four-Seven-Niner> Not yet. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps into 479's Pelican <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> chase after him, go! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls Wyoming on board <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm on him. * Agent_PA evades and fires missiles, going down to the surce and evading <Four-Seven-Niner> Got a lock on him! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Roger. Let's try to take him alive, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If you insist. <Four-Seven-Niner> There, he's flying low. Looks like I did score a hit on his ship after all. * Agent_PA flys down to the deck to evade radar and lets 479er go after the decoy * Four-Seven-Niner is a seasoned pilot and doesn't fall for the amateur trick.

* Four-Seven-Niner fires missiles, severely damaging the Sabre <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Sabre down! Go, go, go! * Agent_PA punches out over the jungle, and bolts off, melting into the landscape <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North bails out, and chases after PA's trail. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, you try and get a shot on him from the air. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Keep this bird level, mate. I'm going topside. <Four-Seven-Niner> Got it. * Agent_PA covers his tracks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming uses 479er's top as a platform for spotting. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Already on it. * Agent_PA is hidden in the thick jungle <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming activates heat vision filter and spots PA. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Spotted him. Transmitting data. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks for the help, Wyoming. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs PA and restrains him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, I've got him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Holding fire. Good catch. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's a little busted up from the crash. <Agent_PA> Get offa me! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take it easy, buddy. I'm not going to hurt you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This time we'll have to be sure to break both his legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Then again, I guess I am. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North breaks both of PA's legs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Bring him in. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North ties up PA and hauls him onto the Pelican * Four-Seven-Niner brings North, Wyoming, and PA back to the Mother of Invention * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North carries the crippled PA into the holding cell. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No medical bay for you this time. <Director_Church> Well done, Agent North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shrugs. <Director_Church> Texas, you will obey me this time. Kill the prisoner. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What, all my efforts for nothing? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yes, sir. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What? <Agent_PA> no, texas, don't! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out a pistol, obstructing the director's view of PA, and shoots him in the forehead. <Director_Church> Finally. * Director_Church walks away. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon

<font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, you alright? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares at York, though it softens slightly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slows her stride so York can catch up to her. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina, I'm glad you didn't shoot that guy. But what were you thinking? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Honestly, York, I... don't know. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> The director is going to do something about you now. Be careful. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> For a minute, it seemed like... the Director wasn't... dammit, I thought we were fighting to stop the UNSC from tearing itself apart. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And he's just chasing his own agenda! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I have no idea what's going on, but he wouldn't screw everything up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You've seen how hard he works. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yes. And how hard WE work. Ever wonder what we're working toward? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit, I sound like CT... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You mean... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...you wonder why we're here? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina massages her temples with her fingertips, as if suffering a headache. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You okay, Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I can't let myself do that again. I have to be the best. I have to. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You are the best. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And look, Texas isn't so bad either. I mean, she didn't want to shoot that guy either. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ...Texas isn't my concern right now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If being the best means being better than the Director, too... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What I mean is...you guys do pretty well when you get along. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I mean, look at the way you guys found CT... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York trails off awkwardly <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...well <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives York a venomous look. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I feel like you're going to kill me every time you look at me like that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at York, her expression softening, as if trying to find words to say. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't have time to be nice, York. Everything's moving too fast. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But... thanks, I guess. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I understand. The whole world is moving too fast. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I think...we're just trying to keep up.

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears the report and rushes into the room. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls PA to his feet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The ringing in your ears is normal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That was a blank I fired. <Agent_PA> I... I'm alive <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now keep quiet about it. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns around to see Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We have to get him out of here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks from Tex to PA, confused, her aggressive instinct melting into uncertainty. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California saw it as well <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That'll make it two secrets you're sitting on, huh Cal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll figure out the first one later. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Get him out? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Bring him back to the subcommittee. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California twitches * Agent_PA follows Carolina out <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll tell the director we got rid of the body. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And say what, exactly? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The subcommittee will want answers. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shrugs <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm sure the director can deal with it on his own. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's made difficult decisions before. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And I'm not beyond giving them some. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Tell them we found a spy and want the subcommittee to deal with it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He has classified intel we don't know about and aren't cleared to access. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They'll play along and let us think they're going to interrogate him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As soon as we leave, he walks free. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina relaxes just a bit, but remains ostensibly suspicious. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Why do you care about him, anyway? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's something not right about the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's got secrets. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And he doesn't just think we shouldn't to know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's like he's afraid we'll know. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You're really going off the deep end, Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe we have a right to know! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the director is doing is going off the deep end. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now come on, let's go. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York, Cal, you in? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Y...yeah, I guess... * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hauls PA aboard Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina makes a grudging noise and follows Texas. <Agent_PA> Lets go <Four-Seven-Niner> Where to? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California boards Peli <Agent_PA> To the committee 479 <Four-Seven-Niner> Wait, why am I taking orders from this guy? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just do it. <Four-Seven-Niner> ...Roger. * Four-Seven-Niner flies off <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'll keep an eye on him...I guess...he's not a prisoner, right? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just make sure you can carry him off, York. His legs are broken. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas motions for Carolina to come over to the corner of the passenger bay <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks over, arms folded. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to Carolina and lowers her voice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, you are in a lot of trouble with the director right now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I noticed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, what are you going to do about it? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This isn't just a matter of rankings. He could have you incarcerated or even executed. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina blinks, then her brow furrows, as if she's distracted by something. It passes in seconds. <Agent_PA> Ladies and gentlemen, if you want a safe place, go to Venezia without any uniforms on. You'll all blend in fine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Keep quiet, buddy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm a soldier, Texas. I don't know what you think you are. But I follow the chain of command. What is the UNSC going to do to us if we're all traitors? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, you didn't follow the chain of command back there. And you pointed a gun at the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It doesn't look good. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He was the one breaking protocol! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what are you going to do, go tattling? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tattling is for little people like Sou- <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina cuts herself off, mindful. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Listen, whether or not he breaks protocol isn't the issue right now. The issue is that he might try to get you out of the way now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, I'm sorry, do you think he's omnipotent or something? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't care who's right or wrong, because I sure as hell don't know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What I do care is whether you end up crippled, or in a prison cell, or even dead. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If you had just let me handle him- <Agent_PA> LISTEN! Your best bet now is to stay low, work at a maritime job or something until this shitstorm blows over. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Quiet, dude. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's right, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I see the way you look at me, it's not exactly rocket science what you think of me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But here's a newsflash. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not going to be exactly beside myself with glee if something happened to you because of the director. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs duct tape <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good call. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tapes PA's mouth shut * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164 <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're on his side! Whatever he's doing, whatever he's working toward, you think it's for some greater good. Well, I don't see it. All I see is one man, acting like he's some kind of god! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If I was on his side, I would have shot this idiot as soon as he asked me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods at PA <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you're right, the director is going too far. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you talk about sides like we're enemies with him or something. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We should all be on the same side. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's why I didn't kill this guy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> that's why I stopped you from shooting the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And that's why I don't want him to do something terrible to you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches a fist, turmoil evident on her face. Torn between protocol and feelings. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks up, wondering what they're quietly talking about. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Did you ever have to swear the oath, Texas? The oath we gave to the UNSC to protect it no matter what? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well, I did. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In fact, I joined up with the UNSC when... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...Leonard tried to stop me... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wait... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Did that happen? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't see how letting the Director screw around with his superiors counts as being on the same- <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, confused by Tex's rambling. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I...I think I did... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I remember doing it...but I don't think I did it... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pounds the bulkhead in frustration. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina twitches when Tex punches the bulkhead, startled. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, you guys okay? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're... fine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, turn us around. <Four-Seven-Niner> What? <Four-Seven-Niner> Why? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sits down in a crash seat and tries to sort out her memories. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's not right... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I couldn't have done that... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director...Leonard... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves as if going to stand by York, but remains by Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have some investigating to do. * Four-Seven-Niner turns around and heads back to the Mother of Invention. * Four-Seven-Niner drops everyone off in the hangar bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take the prisoner...take him to that place he mentioned. You still have the coordinates, right? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. Come right back when you've dropped him off. Cal, go with him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the hell is going on? <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay. * Four-Seven-Niner flies off. * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is alerted the the team's return. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Something's up with those two. Don't know what. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah...they're actually getting along. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming glances at Tex and Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, when was the first time you saw me? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You just showed up one day, armor and all. Then... there was that match, with Maine and Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And me. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I hate pugel sticks. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And I hate grenades. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at York, as if she intentionally didn't mention him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I saw you in the spectating room that day. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But that wasn't the first time I saw you, Carolina... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns at Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I saw you while I was on a mission...with...Marines... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You didn't see us, you had a mission to do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I saw you, and York, and Washington... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shakes her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I don't remember being there. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maybe we should give them some privacy. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. Training room? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right, chaps. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It seemed different, somehow. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I was...admiring your team. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet, unsure how to respond or if she even should. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And...proud. Because...I don't know, you had something to do with someone...with...with... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...someone important to me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> How... long ago was this? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I...can't remember... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> A few years ago, I think... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Whenever this project started. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts her weight awkwardly, still slightly hostile, but more out of pride than hatred. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And... what does this have to do with anything? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know...these memories feel like...like they don't belong to me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches her room and pulls Carolina inside before someone (especially the director) sees them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What...? How is that even possible- oof! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pulls away from Texas after being yanked inside. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's not much of a room, I know. But I don't need to do anything besides sleep in here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well...that and investigate. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ever since the director gave me Omega, I've been looking into the nature of these AIs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, wary, then returns her attention to Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And you need me here, why? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because I don't want to find you imprisoned in a cell when I come looking for you later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, I don't know if you understand how serious this is. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't know anything right now. One minute you're the Director's pet, the next you're some kind of spy? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I can't decide whether you have extraordinary acting skills or I'm getting double-crossed! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director acts really strange towards me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know why, but he treats me like...like I'm not one of you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snorts. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That's putting it lightly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll say. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I always wondered why he gave me Omega. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He treats you like you're better, because- <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls silent. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've noticed, and I've been wondering that too. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits down in a nearby chair, still suspicious but also curious. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> These AIs...it's like they're all part of a single person. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're all so incomplete. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Like different emotions taken from a person. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what I'm trying to find out is...who? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And what does it mean? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... some of them do look the same. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your AIs are like twins. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent as Eta and Iota appear, one on each shoulder. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They don't say much. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Neither does mine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's like they influence your very thoughts, isn't it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sometimes... they whisper, but I can't tell what they're saying. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Look...they're mimicking your movements right now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns her head, annoyed, as Eta and Iota exchange low, garbled whispers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I thought having two would give me an edge. But all they ever do is talk to each other. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think the director knew that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He seemed to accept your...request...too easily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And what about... Omega, right? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What does he do? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's like he wants to hurt people. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Like he enjoys it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I shut him off so often because of it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But not just because of that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I feel like Omega is a being of pure rage...it makes me nervous. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Whenever I have him activated in my head too long, I start to get...flashbacks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Like those memories I don't think are mine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In these flashbacks, the person who was important to me...the one that had a connection to the Freelancers...I feel like he is angry at me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina can't help when her eyes widen slightly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I have no idea what it means, but for some reason it makes me...unhappy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can't even understand why. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But Omega scares me sometimes because of the rage I feel from him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wonder if the director knew that when he gave Omega to me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans forward, and Eta and Iota wink out. She winces slightly, like it hurts her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe... the memories are from Omega? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But... why would the Director want to mess you up? * Epsilon_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon_AI <Epsilon_AI> Allison! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is startled. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hisses and pulls at her hair, cringing. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries to think of something to do, but doesn't know what. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Nnnngggghhh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas remembers, and grabs Carolina, turning her around. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Make it sto- make it stop! Allison! Allison! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas quickly accesses Carolina's neural interface via her helmet shuts off the AIs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to Epsilon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is this about? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops mid-scream and twitches, one arm spasming. <Epsilon_AI> Memory. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Memory? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks back at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What was that? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is muttering to herself, the same rapid garbled speech the AI were formerly making. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... Alli... ugh... I don't... know. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits up, attempting to pull herself together. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Tell me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Who's Allison? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems to be staring into space, past Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She... she was gone... * Epsilon_AI is muttering too. <Epsilon_AI> Allison...come back... <Epsilon_AI> ...no, I can't... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is going on? <Epsilon_AI> He...he did this to me...I did this...Alpha did this... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alpha? The director's AI? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What about him? Tell me! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina repeats "Alpha" under her breath, as if dreading it. * Epsilon_AI lets out a drawn-out scream. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clutches her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No...don't say goodbye... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I hate goodbyes... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Leonard... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stiffens at Epsilon's scream and stares at Tex, pallid. <Epsilon_AI> Washington...memories...he knows... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Memory...memory is the key... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...memory... <Epsilon_AI> ...memory...I... * Epsilon_AI blurs somewhat but the hologram quickly clears <Epsilon_AI> I am the Alpha's memory. I am the key. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? * Epsilon_AI begins to fade out of focus again. <Epsilon_AI> Memory...I am the memory...Texas...Allison... * Epsilon_AI falls to his holographic knees and clutches his head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Epsilon! What is... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina squints at Epsilon, still coherent enough to be aggressive. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The hell are you talking... about... <Epsilon_AI> GET OUT OF MY HEAD! * Epsilon_AI splits into two holograms, the original a pale blue and the second a dark grey. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up at the grey hologram and realizes what she was looking at. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It can't be... <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex stares back at Tex for a moment and then disappears * Epsilon_AI is still on his knees. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Texas, the FUCK was that? <Epsilon_AI> Allison...you have to save him...find him... <Epsilon_AI> ...the memory...he is losing the memory of himself...and you... * Epsilon_AI vanishes. * Epsilon_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up with a silent determination. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina also stands, somewhat shakily. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas places one hand on the wall facing her bed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, you okay to fight? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... knocking some heads might make me feel better, yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes the wall to reveal an entire rack of guns, knives and grenades. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes this in, seemingly unable to show surprise anymore. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take whatever you can carry, and follow me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs several pistols, a combat knife, and a quartet of grenades. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts clipping grenades to her belt, an SMG to each thigh, a battle rifle to her back, and finally takes a pistol for her dominant hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slides open the door and walks out. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows Texas, her stride back to its usual gait. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Those AIs might give you an edge, but you'll want to keep them off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We don't want them screaming in your head again. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leads Carolina down several hallways before stopping at a large sliding door. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The bridge. We're not usually allowed in here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent as she follows Texas, perhaps from leftover pain, perhaps in contemplation. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks through the sliding doors, and finds to her surprise that it's completely empty. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hello? Counsellor? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...Alpha? * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> (voice only) Why, hello Agent Texas. <Director_Church> (voice only) I was wondering where you headed off to. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director, where are you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why is the bridge empty? <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm currently occupied with other matters, so I'm not on the ship. <Director_Church> (voice only) But I am glad to see you've brought Agent Carolina. <Director_Church> (voice only) I've been meaning to have a word with her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where's the Alpha? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina bristles, bringing up the Magnum though she has no target. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I have several words for you! <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm sure you do, Agent Carolina. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait. <Director_Church> (voice only) Agent Texas, I notice Epsilon had contacted you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Epsilon. The Alpha's memory. <Director_Church> (voice only) So you've figured it out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not completely. Care to explain? <Director_Church> (voice only) Not particularly, no. <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm not quite done with the Alpha yet, and it is crucial that you don't interfere in this next phase. <Director_Church> (voice only) But there is someone to keep you company. I believe you've already met. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex steps out of the shadows. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> I am you. <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm no fool, Agent Texas. I know why you and Carolina are here. <Director_Church> (voice only) But I'm afraid I have to stop you from going any further. Even if I have to...force you to turn on yourself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I will figure this out! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'll find you! * Director_Church seals the doors behind them. <Director_Church> You can try. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina aims at the strange Tex's head, but does not fire yet. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> (voice only) You'll have to get past your own memory first, Agent Texas. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex suddenly moves, dashing towards Tex and Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises two pistols and opens fire. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex dodges the shots. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires several shots with her pistol as well. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex reaches Tex and lands a punch on her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers and swings to retaliate. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Too slow, Texas. But it's not your fault. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex delivers a spinning kick to Tex's face. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> I am your memory, after all. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas trips Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets back on her feet. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex rolls away and moves to engage Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina rushes Epsilon-Tex, discarding the Magnum and opening fire with both SMGs. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex jumps over the gunfire, and comes down with a hard kick. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas aims but doesn't want to hit Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts away the guns and pulls out the combat knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is driven back by the kick, which impacts her midsection. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex delivers a series of rapid punches to Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Augh- <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Epsilon-Tex repeatedly, not injuring her but managing to distract her momentarily. * Epsilon-Church snatches both of Tex's pistols. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina drops one of the SMGs but retains a grip on the right one, and jams the barrel under Epsilon-Tex's helmet. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Carolina in the leg, throwing off her aim. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stabs the combat knife into Epsilon-Tex, to no effect. <Director_Church> You already know that achieves nothing, Agent Texas. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex pulls the knife out and kicks Tex away. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers back several steps, colliding with a nearby control panel. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You sure you don't mind us demolishing your bridge, director? <Director_Church> (voice only) Oh, I have more pressing concerns at the moment. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snarls a war cry as she gets to her feet, and swings a punch at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is knocked off-balance. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex raises one pistol to retaliate. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps on Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex growls and shoots over her shoulder, trying and failing to hit Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts one hand on Epsilon-Tex's, trying to take back her pistol. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Get off-! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tackles Epsilon-Tex, grabbing her torso. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls off Epsilon-Tex, holding one of the two pistols. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex raises the other pistol and aims it point-blank at Carolina's chest. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots Epsilon-Tex in the hand, causing her to drop the pistol. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Dammit! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina freezes for a split second, then lashes at Epsilon-Tex with a kick. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Ugh. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex reaches for the fallen pistol. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks it away, spinning and bringing her foot down on the back of Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex lashes out with one hand, grabbing Tex's other foot and pulling her to the ground. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex uses her other hand to punch Carolina in the gut. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oof-! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stumbles back, coughing. <Director_Church> (voice only) Well, this is most certainly disappointing. My two best agents, being overpowered by a mere memory. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snarls. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll see about that. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls away, moving to grab her pistol. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex stands up, holding Tex's knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina recovers enough to draw back a fist like she's going to deliver a punch, but instead she sends her hand smashing into Epsilon-Tex's midsection, fingers braced like a shovel. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Agh! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches Carolina, but it has little force. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches her fingers, finding wires. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots Epsilon-Tex in the back several times, careful to aim for the centre of the mass. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tell me if it hurts! <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> GET AWAY! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches Carolina in the face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is sent flying back, with a handful of wires. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex gets to her feet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs out of ammo and charges at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex throws the combat knife at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles Epsilon-Tex to the ground. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings up her arm clumsily, and the knife thuds into her bicep. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Aaagh! <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Tell me if it hurts! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shut up! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sticks her other pistol into Epsilon-Tex's exposed midsection. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Tex in the chest, sending her flying into the air. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flies over the edge of the catwalk and disappears from sight. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You can't get rid of me that easily. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> After all, memories never go away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets to her feet, wounded arm hanging awkwardly. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Looks like it's you and me now, number two. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, searching for anything exploitable. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex slowly pulls the pistol out of her exposed midsection. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex fires the remaining half-magazine at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tries to dodge all the bullets but two or three pepper her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shit! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops and looks around, wild-eyed and straining, then runs toward Epsilon-Tex, suddenly hyperaggressive. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Getting desperate? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex lands a swift punch to the back of Carolina's head as she reaches her, knocking her right to the ground. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> That won't help you win. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hits the ground hard, and slowly moves shortly afterward, with pronounced effort. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> That won't help you be number one again. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You know what, you're really something, Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Epsilon-Tex, livid. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> All this time you hated Tex, hated me. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> And now you're working together to bring down the one who gave you all this. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> The director doesn't need Tex. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> He has me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> His standards must have really fallen then. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> And you're never going to touch him as long as I'm here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snorts, more bravado than anything. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Don't tell me you and Tex are friends now. I think I'd die of embarrassment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh... I don't think... embarrassment is what you'll die of... <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex growls and charges at Carolina, albeit not rashly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looses a war cry and meets Epsilon-Tex head-on, tearing at the hole she made earlier with her good hand. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches and kicks Carolina in quick succession <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex grabs Carolina's injured hand and twists hard. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> A-aah...! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex forces Carolina to her knees and takes her pistol. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> So, who's going to die now? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps out of the shadows and tackles Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, I'm not done yet. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex rolls and recovers, emptying the pistol into Tex's chest plate. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grunts and is pushed back from the force of the shots. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> I think you are now. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex gets back to her feet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina wobbles to her feet, clenching her good fist. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know something, you're right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Memories never do go away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Except you're not my memory. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So I'm going to erase you! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles to stand. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Bold words. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Tex hard, sending her sliding away. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> But that's all they are. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina spits blood, then speaks hoarsely. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hey, Allison. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex turns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns. <Director_Church> (voice only) What the devil- <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is already sprinting toward Epsilon-Tex when she turns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hobbles over to a storage unit placed at the head of the bridge. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey director, I don't suppose Epsilon is here anymore. <Director_Church> What are you doing? Get away from there! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...but I think you left something behind. <Director_Church> Don't touch that! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the memory unit and throws it at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Catch! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina catches the memory unit with her good hand, as if she's practiced the move. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is caught off-guard and turns to look at Tex in confusion. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> What are you- <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex turns back to Carolina just in time to see that the memory unit now has a vicious blade sticking out of it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slams the point of the memory unit into Epsilon-Tex's helmet, stabbing through to the core. <Director_Church> No! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex glows red at the visor, spasms, and becomes still. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers over to Carolina, staring at the memory unit in her hands. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands panting over Epsilon-Tex's body, shaking slightly. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up defiantly, as if the director is actually up there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You'd better be hiding in some deep dark hole, director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because we're going to be coming for you! * Director_Church laughs, to Tex's surprise. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares upon hearing the laugh. <Director_Church> You think you can destroy your own creator, Agent Texas? <Director_Church> You think you're something special, but you're just the same as Epsilon. <Director_Church> You're nothing but a memory. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> .... not just a memory. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All she has to do is point me in the right direction. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll show you what a memory can do when I find you. <Director_Church> You can try. But you will fail, just like you always do. <Director_Church> I have Alpha, I have Epsilon; I need nothing more to stop you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas detects where the director's voice is coming from, and shoots the machine, destroying it and cutting him off. * Director_Church has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Texas, somewhat glassy-eyed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, let's get these doors open. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves for the doors, a little too determined, as if trying to maintain her resolve. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries to open the doors with the keypad, to no avail. She runs her hands along the surface, trying to find a way to pull them open. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Gotta open the door...get out of here... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... he's wrong. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He.... what he said... about you failing... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pounds the doors in frustration and stops. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't do it, Carolina. I couldn't even take on myself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It doesn't matter. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe you can't beat him on your own. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But you can sure as hell help us kick his ass. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes her fist off the doors and turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess I never was one of you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina coughs again, averting her gaze from Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> One of 'us'? What are we, really, anyway? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Pawns, apparently. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Pieces to the director's plan. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But no matter what might have brought us together...I thought of everyone in the project as friends...even you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And if that makes us something, then we sure as hell are going to find the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And Alpha...I'm not completely sure what he is to me, but I feel like I owe it to him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is at a loss for what to say, but then she approaches Tex and offers her good hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the hand and shakes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands next to the doors as they slide open, looking away from the keypad. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> About time I got the damn doors open... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...whoa, what happened in here? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina winces as her injured arm throbs. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina, Texas, you guys alright? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Super, York, just super. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Let's get you guys to recovery right away. And why is the bridge empty? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's a long story, York. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws a supporting arm around Carolina's shoulders and helps her walk out of the bridge. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York raises an eyebrow. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What happened, you two had a fight in here? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Something like that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York...get the others and tell them to find us at Recovery. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You mean Wash and North and Wyoming and everyone? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I mean everyone. Every Freelancer, soldier, and AI on board. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to look at York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hey, York? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If you pass by the Leaderboard on your way... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Smash it to bits. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Got it. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What's going on anyway? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess you're in charge of the ship now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're going to bring the Director to justice. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's not about being number one anymore. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's about everyone pulling together. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York smiles. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I've been waiting for so long to hear you say that. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Well, I guess it's safe to leave you two to get to recovery. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'll get the others. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> See you in a bit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches recovery with Carolina and helps her ease onto a bed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh... thanks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't mention it. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as a few doctors walk over and begin to help Carolina out of her armour. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It won't be easy to find the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It could take weeks...months...years, even. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He'll want us to find him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, and he'll have something worse than Epsilon waiting. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He thinks he has all the power, and that we're just bumbling idiots. That's what he wanted us to be, when we weren't doing what he wanted. Idiots. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, he's in for a surprise. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think he realizes what he's created with the Freelancer project. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But he'll find out the hard way. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't think he ever knew what he was really creating... and that scares me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> To create so much he can't control or understand, for what? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll figure it out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> See what secrets he has. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What he's been up to. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the point to all this was. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's a mad scientist if there ever was one. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And he'll find that his own creations will be his downfall. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He didn't create you, you know. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I mean, maybe you... came from him, somehow. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But he didn't make you who you are, like this. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That was... already there, somehow. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. It's Allison. I don't know anything about her... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Who she was...what she had to do with the director...why I'm here... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...but the director has all the answers, as always. And we'll get them from him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll figure this all out, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But you should get some sleep. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The others will be ready when you wake up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll all need to be at our best if we're going to look for the director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, already relaxing from the sedatives being used for her arm wound. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches for a moment as the doctors treat her, and remembers that she too is damaged. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads off to find a tech team to make some repairs...and maybe make a few tweaks. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls unconscious, but not before muttering something that sounds vaguely like "Allison." II =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode II: Of Ambitions and Betrayal

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North walks along a ship corridor, looking for South <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks out of the tech bay, now fully repaired and powered up with a few tweaks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Seen South anywhere? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, I haven't. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You mean on that drug York told everyone to take? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Keeps you under until you've slept for exactly 8 hours. Helps the augmentations take effect properly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina's under right now. It'll help her heal faster too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I dunno...I'm not sure I like the idea of being unable to wake up on my own. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll all need the edge once we find the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York's got a list of everyone who's already taken it. South's name wasn't on it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe she didn't know. She spends a lot of time on her own these days. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California approaches Tex and North <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, Cal. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn. I'd better find South, give her the news <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North walks off

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, where have you been? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North contacts the team <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) What is it, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Guys, South isn't responding, something's up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, you seen South? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You okay? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I haven't seen South, I've been resting. Today's the big day, isn't it? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You seem a little distracted, Cal. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> It's just... the change of command. It's making me think. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, we've got transponders going down <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Something's not right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Okay. I'm assuming command of the Freelancer unit until Carolina's back on her feet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Calling all active Freelancers, everyone meet me in the debriefing room, copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, is that you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, everything okay? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) What's going on? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, it's Maine, something's up with him <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) On my way. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs down the hall in the direction North had gone. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, back off. Now. Cal, get over here, now! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California notices he's alone <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Uh, Texas? Cal? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California follows Tex <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hurry it up, Cal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Something's wrong with Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas draws her weapon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Hang on North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm almost there. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears North's cry of pain. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tackles Tex <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oof-! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The hell! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes California off her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What are you doing? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California pulls knife <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, Maine's gone mad! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I don't think Maine's the only one. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I might be a while. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves to engage California. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas quickly disarms California, twisting his arms behind his back. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, no you don't. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sweeps California off his feet, sending him onto the ground. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pins California down to the floor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's enough. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks Tex in the gut from the ground <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls back, letting go of California. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, I guess I have to stop pretending you're on my side. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come here! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps on California, relentlessly dealing blows on him until he's down. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California doesn't move * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Whoa! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is moved away from California by the zero gravity. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California suddenly lunges at Tex again <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dodges, sending California crashing into the wall in the zero gravity. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes advantage of the zero gravity by moving after California and pinning him to the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Answer me this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What are you and Maine up to? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, where's Maine? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California deploys TR/9 mine <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North works his way out into the corridor to help Texas <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Not far behind, he got a couple of good hits in there <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You alright? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> If it wasn't for Theta, I'd be dead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming (453868f1@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.56.104.241) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Evening. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I thought you were under? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Couldn't sleep, don't you know. Looks like I was missing out on the fun anyway. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You may have noticed there's no gravity on the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clicks rifle safety. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have to check on Carolina. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Activate grav-boots. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's injured and if she's drifting in the medical room... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes her way to recovery via the walls. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right behind you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks mag-boots to the nearest wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, find out what's going on with the gravity. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get to the bridge, try to turn it on again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tech isn't my specialty, but I'll see what I can do.

* Adamska_B156 contacts Mordred <Mordred_> Mordred here. <Mordred_> Who wants me to do what for how much cash? <Zeta_AI> It's the one you were trying to revive on board the Mother of Invention, boss. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You wanted to talk to me? <Mordred_> Huh <Mordred_> I don't remember hearing this voice before. <Zeta_AI> Probably because he was unconscious the last time you saw him. <Mordred_> Oh right. <Adamska_B156> This is Bravo one five six, Adamska, UNSC Navy <Mordred_> You're the asshole from the ship. <Mordred_> The guy who wouldn't wake up when I needed backup. <Mordred_> I treated your wounds and everything. <Mordred_> You owe me some medical supplies by the way. <Zeta_AI> Not all his wounds. <Mordred_> Most of them. <Zeta_AI> There was a rather unpleasant injury to his backside- <Mordred_> I wasn't sticking my hands up his ass. <Adamska_B156> Terribly sorry about that, but i'm willing to help you now. What would you like? <Mordred_> Well, since I'm not stranded on their ship anymore... <Mordred_> ...nothing. <Mordred_> Call me back when you actually have a job. <Mordred_> I'm a little busy right now <Adamska_B156> I have a hit on South Dakota for you Mordred. In return, you get 2 billion credits straight from ONI <Mordred_> huh <Mordred_> Well, this could get awkward. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Well, actually, Penny, and then South. Penny first because she knows about my operations, and may squeal on us. I'll provide support as well. <Mordred_> Well, how much are you offering for Penny? <Mordred_> By herself? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You get 2.4 billion credits for Penny, and 3 billion for South. <Mordred_> Well, I can't say anything about South, but I might just be collecting the 2.4 billion fairly soon. <Mordred_> You just hang tight. <Mordred_> I already made some arrangements on that end. <Mordred_> Oh, the data jack's working. <Mordred_> Nice job, Zeta. <Mordred_> You got the video feed rolling. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Yes <Mordred_> Tell you what. <Mordred_> I'll call you back. <Mordred_> Right now, I've got a movie rolling. * Mordred_ hangs up. * Mordred_ leans back to observe the combat footage. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sweeps California off his feet, sending him onto the ground. * Mordred_ sighs. <Mordred_> I guess I shouldn't have expected any better against that psycho bitch. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks Tex in the gut from the ground <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls back, letting go of California. <Mordred_> Ooh. <Mordred_> A comeback. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help here! <Theta_AI> I'm here, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North uses the AI's power boost to twist free, lashing out at Maine <Mordred_> Time for some music. * Mordred_ puts on some headphones. <Mordred_> Meteora, I think. <Theta_AI> Okay, ready some grenades, North. <Theta_AI> I'll time you and tell you when to pull the pins. <Theta_AI> If we time this right, you'll catch him by surprise. <Mordred_> Zeta, do me a favor and try to deactivate the gravity. <Mordred_> Think you can do that from this distance? <Zeta_AI> Yes, boss. <Zeta_AI> No problem. <Mordred_> Awesome. * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <Theta_AI> Get rid of the grenades! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh shi- <Mordred_> And... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses the grenades at Maine <Theta_AI> There's no gravity, North! <Theta_AI> get them away, quick! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North PUNCHES the grenades at Maine <Mordred_> ...boom. <Mordred_> Zeta, I think we can put that voice modification system to use. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: ONI's getting impatient, they want Penny dead immediately <Mordred_> Let's go with that nice man's voice. <Mordred_> The guy with the glasses and bad accent. <Mordred_> That should be a nice diversion.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates his COM <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) South? Where are ya? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North contacts the team <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) What is it, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Guys, South isn't responding, something's up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine overhears the entire conversation, distracted by the maddening voices inside his head but continues to listen, concerned. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, this is North. You might want to get down here, South's missing. Maine, do you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, we've got transponders going down <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North turns to look down corridor <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, is that you? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, Maine? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks towards Agent North, strangely aggressively. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) What's going on? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North starts to back off, one hand on his pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, it's Maine, something's up with him <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) On my way. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine tightens his fist. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, back off. Now. Cal, get over here, now! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances back to check for reinforcements <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Uh, Texas? Cal? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins to walk faster and faster. It turns into sprinting. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leaps aside <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Hang on North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm almost there. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine smashes his fist into North's chestpiece, sending him flying across the entire corridor. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North cries out in pain. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ...right...you've lost it. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls back, and fires several rounds from his pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, Maine's gone mad! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I don't think Maine's the only one. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I might be a while. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints and grabs North by waist and crashes himself into a wall into another corridor. North's disarmed, almost helpless. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North punches Maine repeatedly in the stomach <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get...off...me... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine remains unaffected and bashes North's helmet, making crack more and more until his visor's almost shattered completely. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help here! * Theta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <Theta_AI> I'm here, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North uses the AI's power boost to twist free, lashing out at Maine <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine softly pushes North to the wall and quickly pushes himself into a combat stance, ready for battle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs his pistol and retreats down the corridor towards Texas <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at Maine's lower body, just below his chestplate <Theta_AI> Okay, ready some grenades, North. <Theta_AI> I'll time you and tell you when to pull the pins. <Theta_AI> If we time this right, you'll catch him by surprise. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps onto the walls and goes higher and higher before landing on North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls aside at the last moment and readies a grenade <Theta_AI> Now, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls the pin * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <Theta_AI> Uh-oh. <Theta_AI> Get rid of the grenades! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh shi- <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses the grenades at Maine <Theta_AI> There's no gravity, North! <Theta_AI> get them away, quick! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North PUNCHES the grenades at Maine <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, shield, now! <Theta_AI> On it! * Theta_AI forms a completely circular shield around North, now that they are drifting in mid-air. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine catches the grenade, unimpressed. It explodes into a cloud of smoke. A blue light emits from the mist. Maine is crouched, his fist in the floor and arms of energy waving out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates grav-boots <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, where's Maine? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North works his way out into the corridor to help Texas <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's armor lock breaks as he rises. North is nowhere to be found. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * !

* Mordred_ pipes in his own voice, modified to sound like the Director. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, hello Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh-oh <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North follows, picking up a discarded assault rifle and keeping an eye out for Maine <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Were you behind this? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) I must apologize for this informal method of communication. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You've got more than that to apologize for. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Circumstances prevented me from attending to this matter directly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, where's California? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm reading another heat-sig in the Med Bay <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's California! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Go find him, North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches the bridge and gets to work. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) I understand the current circumstances are very complicated. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You must be very confused, Agent Texas. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) So much is happening. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) So many lives in your hands. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Can you handle the pressure? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, you've had that burden before. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Looks like you've failed. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Perhaps. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Or maybe I simply succeeded. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Succeeded in what? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Turning your own agents against you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In becoming an excuse of a human being? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Maybe this is all part of the plan. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Did you ever think about that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If it is, it sure is a stupid plan. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Just another simulation, Texas. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Just like all the others. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is that all we are to you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Experiments? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, I can't say it's a pleasant experience. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You're more like me than you think, Agent Texas. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hits the artificial gravity. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands on her feet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh yeah? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How's that?

<Mordred_> (Director's voice) Created, used, and discarded. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas picks up her weapons and runs for the medical room. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Pathetic. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You haven't discarded me yet. Because I'm going to find you. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Really? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) And how do you plan on doing that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's need-to-know information, director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sound familiar? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Not really. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Is that supposed to be irony? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Then you really don't realize what you are. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) And what am I, Texas? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) What am I?

<font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California goes to med-bay <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello Penny. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North heads towards the Med-Bay <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs syringe <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks open Med-Bay door, rifle loaded. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know you're in here, Cal! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hits the artificial gravity. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California is hidden again <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm armed, and I've got Theta watching my back. You've got one chance to give up! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sees the heat sig of Cal behind a crate. He opens fire <Theta_AI> North, that's not- <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Gotcha!

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears the gunfire and enters the medical bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where's Penny? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Can't see anything. I might have hit Cal. <Theta_AI> North...I don't think that's Cal... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks up to the crate and realizes with horror who it is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...you shot Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's dead. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> oh no... <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, that's all I needed to hear. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> nononono <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where's Cal?! <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Excellent work, agents. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You always exceed my expectations. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts off the COM forcefully.

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm sure that was him! The armour outline matched up! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up and sees Cal hanging on the ceiling. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shoot him! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming raises rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North raises rifle and fires <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls California down to the floor <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> BASTARD! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North punches California <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why are you doing this, Cal? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds California down on the ground, securing his arms and legs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What secret did the director tell you? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes out his pistol <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine hear gunfire. Alarmed, Maine rushes to the source. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold on, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Texas, make this quick. I want him dead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have to know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal, what made you turn on your own friends? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> You aren't my friends. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Who is your friend? The director? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North paces silently around California <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> He brought us together for a reason. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Getting something on the tracker <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, weapons on the door. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming preps rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Pull. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North points his pistol at California, watching the door <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs California and holds him in front of her, using him as a human shield. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sees a battleready Agent_Wyoming in the med bay. He then realises.... <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> Gamma... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You think it's funny to have someone shoot their own friend, Cal?!! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's see how you like it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine reveals himself to Wyoming <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California escapes Tex's grip <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts and fires three shots in rapid succession on Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at California <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles California down again, who avoided most of the shots. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I said hold fire! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds down the struggling California. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming asks questions later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Although if you try that again, Cal, you will be dead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Got me? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks slowly towards the occupied Wyoming. Like a tiger stalking a deer. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He made me kill Penny! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, let's see if Maine will kill him to get to me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches California on the back of the head, knocking him out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and fires on Maine. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North opens fire at Maine <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds California in front of her and charges at Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Agent Texas' tackle but the two smash through the wall, dodging all gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I haven't a clear shot as long as you're tumbling around with him, Tex! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands, leaving Cal unconscious on the ground. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You and me, Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You couldn't take me with York and Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You sure as hell can't take me alone. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints after Maind ane leaps on his back <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, a little help here! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North clings to Maine's neck <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs North's legs and jumps onto his back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves up and punches Maine in the face, knocking him off North. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows up by slamming Maine into a wall, breaking right through it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly gets up and fires at Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes a couple of hits but dodges away <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoulders rifle and sighs, regretting about to enter fisticuffs. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls away, turns and runs at Maine again, kicking the gun away <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North repeatedly punches Maine <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dives in, going for Maine's legs. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine gets close to Texas. Holding her helmet and headbutts her before kicking her away. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles but stays on her feet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sigma... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas recovers quickly and bodyslams Maine to the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers a crippling jab to the back of Maine's right knee. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pushes his full weight against Maine trying to floor him <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * grrrrrrr * <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North cocks pistol <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's muscles tighten. His anger raging. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sigma, I know you can hear me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where's South? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, do we kill him or not? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, if Cal got away, he'd do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...damn. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, get back to Cal! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine hears a voice in his head. "sic em" <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn you, Sigma. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls away from Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine pushes himself off the floor and sends everyone flying. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is clear and draws rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas backflips and lands on one knee. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming readies for a brawl. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes up and unleashes a barrage of attacks on Maine.

<Zeta_AI> Connection lost, boss. <Mordred_> Copy that, Zeta. <Mordred_> Man, that guy's an asshole. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You are a genius. You get a bonus as well. 4.2 Billion cR have been funneled to you <Mordred_> Glad I don't have to come up with those corny lines any more. <Mordred_> Nice work, Zeta. <Mordred_> The voice modifier was a great investment. <Zeta_AI> You did most of the work. <Zeta_AI> You do a good job of manipulating them. <Mordred_> Well, it's a good thing she cut us off when she did. <Mordred_> I was starting to forget it wasn't supposed to be me talking. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Did you get the payment? Also, that was one especially creative hit, i congratulate you. <Mordred_> Adamska_B156: You know our motto. <Mordred_> We deliver. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Next up is South. <Mordred_> I'll get back to you on that. * Mordred_ checks video feed again. <Mordred_> Huh. <Mordred_> Zeta, anything we can do to help California out? <Zeta_AI> It seems Agent Maine already has it handled. <Mordred_> Oh, nice. <Zeta_AI> He will make it in time to interrupt their conversation. <Mordred_> Handy guy to have around, isn't he? <Zeta_AI> I would say so. <Zeta_AI> Although I suggest you keep him away from us. He will come after me, you know. <Mordred_> Only if he knows I have you. <Zeta_AI> True. <Mordred_> But you know me. <Mordred_> I always have a backup plan. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California escapes Tex's grip <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts and fires three shots in rapid succession on Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at California <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles California down again, who avoided most of the shots. <Mordred_> Huh. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I said hold fire! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds down the struggling California. <Mordred_> Zeta, any more systems you can screw with? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He made me kill Penny! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, let's see if Maine will kill him to get to me. <Mordred_> Looks like most of this is out of our hands now. <Zeta_AI> It appears Agent Wyoming has set up defences. <Zeta_AI> I can try...but he may trace it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Agent Texas' tackle but the two smash through the wall, dodging all gunfire. <Mordred_> Well, now that you mention it I think Maine and California are plenty able to handle this by themselves. <Mordred_> No sense in pushing things too far. <Mordred_> We already got what we went in for. <Mordred_> I was hoping we could at least get California out of there. <Mordred_> Maybe Maine will kill them all for us. <Mordred_> Wouldn't that be nice? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Theta_AI emits an electric charge, shocking California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California drops syringe, breaking it <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks California away and pulls out his sidearm. <Mordred_> Oh, what the hell. <Mordred_> Zeta, get me a channel to California. <Zeta_AI> Got it. Are you sure you don't mind if we get tracked? <Mordred_> Oh, no! <Mordred_> We might have to abandon this shitty apartment! <Mordred_> What will we do then? <Zeta_AI> My concern was with Agent Texas realizing who was screwing with her. <Mordred_> Just get me on the line with Cal. <Zeta_AI> One second. Gotta get past Wyoming's defences. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas delivers a chop under Maine's windpipe, knocking him back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings his arm, catching Maine with a strong backhand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows up with a punch to Maine's gut. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes by punching Maine on the temple, knocking him out. <Mordred_> Move like we're getting paid to save his sorry ass. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors <Zeta_AI> Another minute and I'll be in.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors, spotting a slightly wounded Cal hiding nearby <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, we've gotta choose now, Maine or Cal! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) You take Cal! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Wyoming and I will handle Maine. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tackles North, pulls out syringe <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls over <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Theta_AI emits an electric charge, shocking California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California drops syringe, breaking it <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks California away and pulls out his sidearm. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Move and you're dead. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The only reason I haven't killed you is because Tex wants you alive for questioning <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North cocks pistol and points it at him <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Cal. Talk or you die right here. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California jumps up <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California runs <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North starts firing at Cal, aiming for the knees <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No more hiding, Cal.

<font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jabs Wyoming and slams his palm into Texas' chest. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, we've gotta choose now, Maine or Cal! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) You take Cal! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Wyoming and I will handle Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps forward, rolling under Maine's arm to avoid further attack. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas delivers a chop under Maine's windpipe, knocking him back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings his arm, catching Maine with a strong backhand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows up with a punch to Maine's gut. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes by punching Maine on the temple, knocking him out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, Maine is secure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Will he stay down this time? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, keep an eye on him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls Maine over, and starts punching in commands to lock down Maine's armor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears Cal's erratic breathing and finds him. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North shoots at Cal repeatedly, aiming to wound rather than kill <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming completes operation. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California throws grenade at North <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks the grenade into a wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't even wait before punching Cal in the side of the neck, knocking him out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leaps forward at Cal <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws sidearm now that Maine is secure. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...at least we've got them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now let's wait for them to wake up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we space the pair of them. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> !?!?!?! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to move to no avail. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry, mate. You're just going to have to stay like that until I know what in bloody hell is going on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I want to find my sister. * Zeta_AI blows open the walls in the room, sending everyone into space. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas manages to grab onto a part of the ship's wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming holds onto Maine, ensuring they're not seperated. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates grav boots <Theta_AI> Hang on, North! * Theta_AI activates emergency breathing systems and inserts them into North's nose and mouth. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn it, we have to get back inside! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, let them go! They're too heavy! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North gasps for breath before sprinting to the armoury, discarding the useless helmet <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reluctantly lets go. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls Wyoming back inside now that he doesn't hold Maine and Cal's weight. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles and manages to help Wyoming out of the room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, you alright? <Theta_AI> Yeah, thanks to me. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Loud and clear, Tex. Bringing you guys some toys. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North puts on a new helmet <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's Penny's body? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Drifted out of space. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A shame. But a fitting burial, I suppose. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell happened? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Who set off the explosives? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I haven't the slightest, my dear. What were we attacked by? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North makes his way back to the others, carrying portable jetpacks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I want to figure out what's going on, who's getting into the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Anyone want a spacewalk? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No thanks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's try to reach a part of the ship with gravity. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll leave Penny to the last peace she'll know. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North shrugs and puts two of the packs down, affixing the third to his armour. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches a room with working gravity and helps pull Wyoming in. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Texas, I could go out after Cal. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slumps to the floor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, Cal's a goner. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Him and Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> They just don't know it yet. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls Tex to her feet. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Carolina's still in the med bay! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Need to check on her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, this sucks. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What's our total casualties? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're three Freelancers down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Two of them turned on us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> One of them was killed by accident. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We can't do this on our own, Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And South is still nowhere to be found. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is going to set back our plans to find the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> There are other Freelancers on board. Washington, York, Carolina, Kentucky, the list goes on! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, it's never a good thing when we lose teammates. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I still can't locate your sister. She might not even be on the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll need more soldiers to fight the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. This is personal. It'll be just us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You sure? You're the best of us, Tex, but even you have failures. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't save Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't take Cal and Maine alive. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Penny was my fault. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Maine's loss was mine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I was team leader in Carolina's place, and I've failed. Again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You ordered me to let him go. But I followed it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You never would have been able to pull them in on zero-gee, especially Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Look, there's just the three of us here, with South missing everyone else out cold. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn it, how did Carolina do it? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're a team, Tex. You just need to learn how to play right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Like me and Theta. We worked together, and the little guy saved my life twice today. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North turns and heads for the COM rom. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I believe we should rearm ourselves. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And we'll need to fix up the ship. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you go through the armoury. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Look, there might be others out there. Rearm, resupply and get the team together, that's all I'm saying. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At this point, we are the team, North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your guard Carolina with your life. If we lose her, it's all over. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it Boss. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll find the best tools for the job aren't stowed with the common standard issues. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming heads off for his locker. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll go find South... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stalks off toward the Med Bay. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North checks Carolina's room. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, the little lady's sleeping fine. Hasn't moved an inch since the fighting started. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Did the zero-gee hurt her? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Doesn't look like it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Rest of the med-bay is trashed though. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the locker room and approaches the one with his name stamped on it. There's a calm slowness to the way he twists the dial, and when the locker opens, he pulls out the false backing. Within lies a modified SRS99 with a stained wood stock, engraved with the words "Her Majesty". A revolver hands beside in a leather holster, which Wyoming straps on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, the bay's trashed. You think I should move her? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Find somewhere with a bit more armour. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the 'common' armory. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over the assortment of submachine guns, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, battle rifles, and grenade launchers present. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects a pair of fragmentation grenades, stowing them within his belt. A third, similar object with a blue charge meter is also stowed. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North starts wheeling Carolina's bed out of the med bay <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Wyoming, I'm moving Carolina closer to the armoury. It'll be safer there, and they won't be able to breach the ship there <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, Texas, our armory appears more or less intact. The ammunition is a bit low from our previous exploits, but I think it should do for our purposes, so long as our enemies aren't legion. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm sure that Carolina will appreciate waking up next to a room of guns and armour. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas chuckles. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That she will. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So someone want to fill me in on Maine and good Cal's change of heart? Brainwashing, mind control? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine seems to be influenced by Sigma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As for Cal... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think the director told him something. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I just don't know what. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's dead the next time I see him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Taking control of our AI to take control of us. Devilishly devious. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But once I find the director, he'll answer for it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> At this point, Freelancer is out of control. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At this point, we are literally Freelancers. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I've got my insurance, just in case. Tex, do you have a plan? Y'know, when things go to hell? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> When things go to hell, my plan is shoot your way out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But right now out enemy isn't someone you can gun down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Our enemy is distrust, North. And we have to fight it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right.

<font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California throws grenade at North <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks the grenade into a wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't even wait before punching Cal in the side of the neck, knocking him out. <Mordred_> Well, shit. <Zeta_AI> Almost in. <Zeta_AI> Don't worry, I have a plan. <Mordred_> So do I. <Mordred_> Get remote access to Maine's armor. <Mordred_> Shock him awake. <Zeta_AI> Negative on the shock, boss. His armour's been locked down, being awake would do him no good. <Zeta_AI> I'm in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now let's wait for them to wake up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we space the pair of them. * Zeta_AI blows open the walls in the room, sending everyone into space. <Zeta_AI> Now that's what you call irony. <Mordred_> Or you could do that. <Mordred_> And North's faceplate was cracked too. * Mordred_ shakes his head. <Mordred_> That won't be pretty. <Mordred_> Hey, California. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, let them go! They're too heavy! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reluctantly lets go. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California floats around <Mordred_> Looks like you need a ride out of there. <Mordred_> I could probably get someone out there to rescue you. <Mordred_> You interested? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California comes to <Mordred_> California, you still alive out there? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm in SPACE? <Mordred_> Yep. <Mordred_> Try not to scream. <Mordred_> I don't think anyone will hear you. <Mordred_> You can thank me for saving you later. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I do want help. <Mordred_> Righty then. <Mordred_> How much is that help worth to you? <Zeta_AI> Boss, may I remind you that they have a limited supply of oxygen. <Zeta_AI> You should put them somewhere with oxygen first and then negotiate. <Zeta_AI> You can always eject them later if need be. <Mordred_> Oh, good thinking Zeta. <Mordred_> I'll just be taking half your cut then, California. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Put it on Church's tab. <Mordred_> Nah, this one's courtesy of ONI. <Mordred_> Feels good to screw them over for once. <Mordred_> Alright, California, I just contacted some people. <Mordred_> A shuttle should be around to pick you up in, say, five minutes. <Mordred_> Hope you have enough oxygen for that. <Zeta_AI> Boss, may I suggest you bring in Maine as well. Same price? <Mordred_> Huh. <Mordred_> Maybe we should just leave him. <Zeta_AI> Sometimes brute force is the best option. <Zeta_AI> Even if it's not the most tasteful. <Mordred_> Fine. <Mordred_> But when he comes after us, don't say I didn't warn you. <Zeta_AI> As you said, he doesn't need to know. <Adamska_B156> mordred: If you're still on the ship, disable the reactor, and cook off the Archer missiles <Zeta_AI> A foolish suggestion. <Mordred_> Adamska_B156: How dumb do you think I am? <Mordred_> I was never on their ship to begin with. <Mordred_> Besides, we're losing connection here. <Mordred_> Zeta, get out of there before they trace us. <Zeta_AI> Way ahead of you. <Zeta_AI> I cut it as soon as I blew the ship open. <Mordred_> Oh. <Mordred_> So that's why I'm not getting a feed any more. <Mordred_> File the footage. <Mordred_> Something tells me we're not done with these guys just yet. <Zeta_AI> Boss, Agent Texas seems very concerned with Agent Carolina's well-being. <Zeta_AI> If we manage to take her out... <Mordred_> And I'm very concerned with my own well being. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Mordred, can you get us back to the ship? <Zeta_AI> Not the best idea. <Zeta_AI> You are outnumbered. <Zeta_AI> Not to mention you are no match for Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Got a shuttle inbound to pick you up. <Mordred_> Just sit tight. <Zeta_AI> Boss, what if we send in someone to deal with Carolina? <Zeta_AI> Someone who no one would think had anything to do with us? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Change of plans, distract the Freelancers and get Zeta to disable the AA guns, i'll blow a hole in the med bay, roger? <Mordred_> Adamska, I already got paid. <Zeta_AI> May I suggest you keep your foolish ideas to yourself. <Zeta_AI> Your tactics are at best shortsighted and at worst downright stupid. <Mordred_> What Zeta means is that we've had a rough day. <Adamska_B156> How'd you like to get more pay Mordred, or should I say Simon? <Mordred_> Don't piss me off. <Zeta_AI> I could start a fire in Adamska's control centre... <Zeta_AI> To give him something to think about, I mean. <Mordred_> And then you can deal with the ONI hit squad that comes after us. <Zeta_AI> It was a joke. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine wakes. The emptiness of space fills his vision. Confused, Maine continues to gaze until his throat's empty. His armor lock disabled, Maine fusses his hands around his neck. A nearby asteroid flies by from the thrusters of the Mother of Invention. Seeing this an an opportunity, Maine readies his legs and lands on the asteroid preparing to jump. <Mordred_> Why hasn't that shuttle picked them up yet? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because your pilot is dead. So you'll have to persuade me now. <Zeta_AI> That's not good. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Please? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North toys with a small beacon in his hand. <Mordred_> How much persuading do I have to do, South? <Mordred_> I'm a little short on time here. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That depends. You gonna get that idiot to call off the hit on me? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I have something I need to do. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I don't appreciate his boys trying to come after me. <Mordred_> I never accepted the hit on you. <Mordred_> Talk to ONI if it pisses you off so much. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No thanks. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How about you keep them off my back and I'll deliver these two to you? <Adamska_B156> Or maybe you'd rather talk to me South? <Mordred_> Sorry Adamska, out of my hands. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why talk when I can beat the crap out of you? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Anyway, in case you're wondering. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I need to get on board the Mother of Invention. <Zeta_AI> And why is that, Agent South? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I want to kill Carolina. <Mordred_> Well ain't that a coincidence. <Zeta_AI> Interesting. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what do you say? <Mordred_> Do I really want to ask what your beef with her is? <Mordred_> No, forget it. <Mordred_> I don't care. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's not your concern. <Adamska_B156> South, Simon, here's the deal, kill Carolina, you both get 6 billion cR <Mordred_> I'm sorry, you're on the line with Mordred right now. <Mordred_> Don't know who that other guy is. <Adamska_B156> Roger Mordred <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I send you Cal and Maine, you let me go after her, and we forget we ever talked. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Deal? <Mordred_> Fine. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I need to board as well. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South brings California and Maine on board and keeps them locked in the passenger bay. <Mordred_> Alright, South, get ready for some tech support. <Mordred_> Zeta, think you can get back into the Invention's systems? <Zeta_AI> What do you need me to do, boss? <Mordred_> Keep your presence to a minimum. <Mordred_> Get me a live feed and track South's progress. <Zeta_AI> Okay. <Mordred_> Try to get her to Carolina without running into the others. <Zeta_AI> I assume she doesn't need to know. <Zeta_AI> Or do you want to stick your neck out for her? <Mordred_> Like I said, keep the presence at a minimum. <Mordred_> If we can kill Carolina while she's out, we'll solve a lot of problems. <Mordred_> And get filthy rich in the process. <Zeta_AI> Hm. And you seemed so reluctant when I first suggested it. <Mordred_> I've had a change of heart. <Zeta_AI> Very wise of you. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South drops off California and Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See you boys around.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming inspects one of the empty weapons lockers. It's lined with NXRA material. <Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What the deuce? My connection to some of the ship's systems just cut dead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Check on the bridge. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Woah, you guys feel that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll stay here in the armory with Carolina, if you don't mind. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs a sniper from the armoury <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sensors are back up. Nothing. Must've been a glitch. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's York to check our systems when you need him? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You guys stay with Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have to go check something out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands and leaves the armoury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices a security camera turning to focus on North, Carolina and himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, are you seeing that? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming quick-draws the revolver and blasts it. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North cracks his knuckles <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, I think we'd best ready ourselves to counter-breach. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks down the armory doors. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up, sensors have something. It's no glitch this time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, they're back. <Theta_AI> (COM) Tex, North, Wyoming! <Theta_AI> They've entered the ship! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, keep track of them <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Go find them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) What about Carolina? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Just lock the armoury doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I can guard her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) No North, go with him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I have a feeling as to who it is. Don't let them get away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright boss, we're moving. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming unlocks the door, exits with North, and relocks them. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nothing gets through these doors, understand? look after her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They entered in the hangar. They'll be coming for us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, let's move together. They can't get the drop on us. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming advances towards the hangar with North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Detecting faint heat sigs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls out Her Majesty. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his pistols <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex? How's the armoury? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Almost there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) The doors should still be locked, don't worry. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Agent_Maine rounding a corner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires three rounds at Agent_Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine blasts his shotguns before flipping behind a corner. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at Maine repeatedly <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dodges easily and waits for Maine to emerge again. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine pumps his guns before rolling a grenade under Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls clear. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, get ready. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can't see him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm gonna flash him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> On my mark. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> sync? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sync. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> mark! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North throws flashbang <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California silently takes aim at Wyoming's head with BR55 <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs his entire grenade belt and throws it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spins and fires, blowing the grenade belt midway. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North dashes forward <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, you get Maine. California's mine. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots at Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is obscured to Cal by the grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is able to duck the blinded shots. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tackles California and punches him <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares down Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wonderful. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Remember me, Cal? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints and tackles Wyoming, disarming him of all his weapons. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You made me kill Penny! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North keeps punching Cal <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is physically weaker, but manages to evade Maine's grip. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has lost rifle. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots North at point-blank with MA5B <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls, his armour slightly scratched, and jumps to his feet, throwing a pistol to Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes for his pistol, spinning the gun as it's brought up, but it's slapped down by Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly grabs his shotgun and fires towards Wyoming, going closer and closer. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at California with his other pistol <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is in trouble, but has a backup. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine aims into Wyoming's face. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls the blue-lighted 'grenade', the flash EMP blinding Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slaps the shotgun barrel aside and sweeps low at Maine's legs. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California switches to BR55, shoots North's chest <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grunts in pain and pulls California forward, punching him in the face <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs Cal by the neck and slams him repeatedly against the wall until he stops kicking <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's knocked out! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is almost blinded and disabled. He grabs his helmet, the voices more intense than ever. In agony and pain, Maine is going insane on the spot. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, take care of Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints off <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just. One. Moment. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers an overhead slam to Maine's helmet, dropping him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's mind is slowly losing. His grip on reality fading from Wyoming's blow. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California wakes up and helps Maine fight Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming kicks Maine over and engages Cal. * Zeta_AI cuts the power in the hallway where Wyoming is. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California deters Wyoming with short bursts from his guns <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots the muzzle flash in the dark and rushes in close to avoid being cut down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers a punch to Cal's midsection. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine now only sees Greek numerals fading in and out and a malevolent voice haunting him; human. sane. possible. meta.. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California goes to full-auto MA5B fire <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls the raising weapon, the rifle firing high. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls on the weapon, trying to wrestle it from California's grasp. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoves grenade into Wyoming's armor

<font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South flies back to the Mother of Invention. <Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <Mordred_> Zeta, get me a line to California. <Zeta_AI> On it, boss. <Mordred_> Hey, California. <Mordred_> Want to earn back that money I just took? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Yes. <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <Adamska_B156> Mordred, what is Carolina's status as of this moment <Mordred_> She's going to be dead, very soon. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Good <Mordred_> California, all you have to do is get Maine back to the Mother of Invention. <Mordred_> Think you can handle that? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I need something... fast. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South enters the recovery bay to find it's completely empty. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit it... <Mordred_> Now what? <Zeta_AI> It may be tricky to...drop South a hint about where Carolina is. <Zeta_AI> Without her finding out I'm helping her, of course. <Zeta_AI> Should I contact her? <Mordred_> She doesn't know you're with me. <Mordred_> Go ahead. * Zeta_AI establishes a connection with Agent_South <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Mordred, where are we? <Mordred_> California, there's a Pelican dropship on autopilot headed for your position. <Mordred_> You'll find it stocked with all the gear you need. <Mordred_> You and Maine load up and head back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Thank you <Mordred_> Just make it snappy. <Mordred_> I'm in a bit of a hurry here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices a security camera turning to focus on North, Carolina and himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming quick-draws the revolver and blasts it. <Zeta_AI> I've lost visual on the inside of the armoury. <Zeta_AI> I cannot jettison them into space since the armoury is in the centre of the ship. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California boards <Mordred_> California, you almost on board yet? <Mordred_> I'm not paying you by the hour here. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs BR55HB SR and MA5B <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm onboard. <Mordred_> Right then. <Mordred_> You and Maine head for the armory. <Mordred_> Try not to get your asses kicked this time. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California carefully hides <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Maine, I'll cover you. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs himself 2 shotguns and places them on each shoulderblade. <Mordred_> Zeta, make sure the latest psychotic bitch doesn't kill her backup. <Zeta_AI> Way ahead of you. * Adamska_B156 continues watching from South's helmet cam whilst fiddling with his dummy 5.56 mm round <Adamska_B156> South: No semantics, just do it <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Agent_Maine rounding a corner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up! <Mordred_> And the games begin. <Mordred_> Again. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas comes out of nowhere and tackles South to the ground. <Adamska_B156> FUCK! <Mordred_> Oh, boy. <Zeta_AI> Damn. <Mordred_> I didn't see that one coming. <Adamska_B156> mordred: you get the 10 billion credits anyway <Mordred_> California, get Maine over to the armory. <Adamska_B156> Have zeta decompress the room <Mordred_> Adamska, they're in the deepest part of the ship. <Mordred_> That won't work. <Zeta_AI> How oblivious are you? I just told you the armoury was in the middle of the ship. <Zeta_AI> Not to mention it's heavily armoured. <Adamska_B156> Damn <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why do you care about her anyway? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You two always hated each other. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's where you're wrong. <Mordred_> Oh, what the fuck. <Mordred_> Now it's a catfight. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: What does zeta have control over <Mordred_> I think it's time to screw with our good friend Texas again. <Zeta_AI> What do you have in mind? <Mordred_> Whatever you can. <Adamska_B156> Do it, and you get double pay Mordred * Zeta_AI detonates an entire rack of grenades perched behind Texas. <Zeta_AI> Oh. So I can do that. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California switches to BR55, shoots North's chest <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grunts in pain and pulls California forward, punching him in the face <Mordred_> California, what did I say about not getting your ass kicked this time? <Mordred_> Finish the job. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina (~chatzilla@207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <Mordred_> Oh snap. <Zeta_AI> Oh shoot. <Adamska_B156> Oh shit! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, take care of Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints off <Mordred_> Son of a bitch. <Mordred_> Zeta, slow them down. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Mordred_> And would somebody just kill Carolina already? * Zeta_AI cuts the power in the hallway where Wyoming is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We may be twins, but everyone always liked you better. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I see you trying to kill our friends. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Friends? <Mordred_> You know, South might actually be useful if she'd stop being such an idiot. <Mordred_> Zeta, it's all on you. <Zeta_AI> There's a problem. <Mordred_> I know there's a problem. <Mordred_> There's always a problem. <Zeta_AI> Sigma got a hold of my trail. <Zeta_AI> I have to cut it or he'll be onto me. <Mordred_> Oh, son of a bitch. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Fuck it, even if she kills Carolina, you're still getting all the pay anyway. <Mordred_> Pull out, Zeta. <Mordred_> Pull out now. <Zeta_AI> Pulling out. <Mordred_> We've still got audio and visual feed. * Mordred_ sighs.

<Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South flies back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South lands in the hangar. <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slips off for the recovery bay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South enters the recovery bay to find it's completely empty. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit it... * Zeta_AI establishes a connection with Agent_South <Zeta_AI> Agent South Dakota, do you hear me? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Who is this? <Zeta_AI> Your benefactor. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh yeah? How do I know you're not someone who's trying to screw with me? <Zeta_AI> I understand you're looking for Agent Carolina. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah? What's it to you? <Zeta_AI> She's in the armoury, under heavy guard. <Zeta_AI> With Agent Wyoming...and your brother. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South swears. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well thanks for telling me. <Zeta_AI> And as you know, the armoury is designed specifically to withstand damage. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what do you want me to do? <Zeta_AI> Lure Wyoming and North away. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And how do I do that? <Zeta_AI> Be careful, South. Agent Texas is already suspicious. <Zeta_AI> She may find you if you don't stay quiet. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, thanks a lot. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up, sensors have something. It's no glitch this time. <Theta_AI> They've entered the ship! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Go find them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) What about Carolina? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Just lock the armoury doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I can guard her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) No North, go with him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) I have a feeling as to who it is. Don't let them get away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright boss, we're moving. <Zeta_AI> Okay South. Go. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On it. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South reaches the armoury. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, the doors are locked! * Zeta_AI opens the doors. <Zeta_AI> Not anymore. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South enters the armoury, and slowly approaches Carolina's still form. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well well, look who it is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Number one agent. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too good for the rest of us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So good you had to get two AIs. <Mordred_> Zeta, tell South to stop dicking around. <Zeta_AI> Get on with it, Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South draws her pistol <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Good night, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas comes out of nowhere and tackles South to the ground. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I should have known. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't waste time talking and starts fighting South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South blocks the attacks but is slowly being pushed back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is this what it's come to? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You turning on your own fellow Freelancer? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She stole my glory at the oil platform. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No South, she saved your life. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She always steals my glory! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why do you care about her anyway? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You two always hated each other. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's where you're wrong. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And that's something you've never understood. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands several punches on South and stuns her by pinning her aginst the wall. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South struggles but can't free herself. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lowers her fist. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I won't kill you, South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I won't do anything to you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That I'll leave to North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs humourlessly. * Zeta_AI detonates an entire rack of grenades perched behind Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams hard into South from the impact. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South throws Texas off her and pushes away. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South scrambles for her gun. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Maybe I can't beat you, Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I never could. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But I finally have a shot at Carolina, and you're not going to take it away from me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs South's hand and forces it upward, firing several shots into the ceiling. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South struggles to free her grip on the pistol, but can't. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina (~chatzilla@207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South manages to shoot Tex in the shoulder, causing her to let go. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs into the armoury, pistol drawn <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes South off him and throws her at North. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns back to Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, wake up, dammit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs south <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Do you see this, North? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We may be twins, but everyone always liked you better. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I see you trying to kill our friends. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Friends? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South twists North's wrist and frees herself. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps back <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What is it? The AI? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Just because you never got one, you're pissed off? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If only it were that simple. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's everything, North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slows time with Gamma, pulling the grenade free and throwing it free of the battling Freelancers. It explodes just out of range, throwing both to the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly gets up. Determined to stay conscious, he focuses himself onto the battle. He raises his hand but slowly and softly punches Wyoming before stumbling into a small and confined room nearby, going back into his evil fantasy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets up first. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hauls Carolina out of the armoury on the gurney. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stirs groggily. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're awake! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina comes to quickly, scowling at all the commotion. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wh-what's going on...? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've got big problems. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Can you fight? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves her injured arm stiffly, then clenches her good hand into a fist. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Always. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches Carolina's room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get your armour on. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina wrestles on her armor piece by piece, slow going with her bum arm. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas helps Carolina out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas injects Carolina with an adrenaline shot. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a shaky laugh as newfound energy courses through her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Thanks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll give North a little family time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's go give Wyoming a hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leads Carolina down the hall to where Wyoming is.

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're awake! <Mordred_> Well, this is going to hell in a handbasket. <Mordred_> Hey, California, Carolina just woke up. <Zeta_AI> Well, this is bad. <Mordred_> Very bad. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: If you can kill 'em all, do it now <Mordred_> Adamska, I'm trying to concentrate here. <Mordred_> You aren't helping. <Mordred_> And they're both in the game now. <Mordred_> Well Zeta, any brilliant ideas? <Zeta_AI> Maybe next time, boss. <Mordred_> I'm out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, if you'd been a little more patient, then you would have gotten your own AI <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> "Patient"? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Faster reflexes, increased strength and everything else. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just always be patient. Always wait. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I've been waiting my whole life! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And you're always put first. <Mordred_> Christ, does she ever stop complaining?

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You never were a patient one. Please, don't make me shoot. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just you and me, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No number one to help you out. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, I wish I didn't have to do this. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs at North and disarms him. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North counters her move and kicks her back. The pistol clatters to the floor between them <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know all your moves, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I know yours. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I suppose we're even. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But you always hung back and watched, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, you're in an armoury, I suppose. Try for the rifle and I might grab that pistol. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Your move, south. <Theta_AI> I wouldn't say quite even. <Theta_AI> You've got me, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <Theta_AI> And for the record South, I never liked you. <Theta_AI> You were too mopey <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Little asshole! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I was kind of waiting to mention you Theta. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South lunges to attack North as if she could hurt Theta in the process. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sidesteps and slams her to the ground <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, if you'd been a little more patient, then you would have gotten your own AI <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> "Patient"? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Faster reflexes, increased strength and everything else. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just always be patient. Always wait. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I've been waiting my whole life! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And you're always put first. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Just because you were impatient. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, there's one gun between us, and an armoury full of toys. Give up, Please. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> This time I'm not letting it go. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's been too many times. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs the pistol and turns to face South

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas bursts through the door. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows Texas, less dramatic but still menacing in Tex's shadow. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves to help Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, you boys are in trouble now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees Cal rising, and Maine holding his head as he walks away. Wyoming kicks Cal through the door. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Look who I brought with me, Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the hell do you think you're all doing?! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina rushes after Tex, even as she berates the others while they're fighting. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Long story. I'll explain later. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has pushed Cal in with the insane Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hey, Cal. Best of luck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks the door. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks from agent to agent, unsure who's friend or foe. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You boys are in for it now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cause your team leader's back and she's not happy with you. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Maine, you alright? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> nnnonoonnnn... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hefts a pistol in her left hand. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * meta.st.. st..bil....y * <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears Maine's utterance and glances at him warily. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California notices medpacks in the closet <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rushes California, attacking him mercilessly with her bare hands. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No you don't. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina approaches Maine, unsure whether to attack or aid. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take him, Carolina! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly gets up and smashes his helmet into the walls and punching them madly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets closer to Maine, pistol trained on his head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slumps against a wall outside, his fight with both Cal and Maine taking its toll. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming puts a hand to his side, and it comes up bloody. He reapplies the pressure. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California wearily shoots at Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the hit but doesn't slow. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't let up and punches California repeatedly in the face and chest. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks California in the torso, sending him colliding with the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> uugh... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes by grabing California by the foot and swings him around, slamming him headfirst into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California passes out <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slumps his head against the wall and slowly turns to Carolina. His memory in place, remembers. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> eeettt....ii.iota. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine roars and smacks the pistol out of Carolina's hand. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina curses as the pistol goes flying and kicks Maine in the gut. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns around and sees Carolina fighting Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is determined to mine Eta and Iota out of Carolina's head and elbows her chest, arm and knee. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> thhhe....voicccee.. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs towards Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine goes onto his knees. He's becoming almost possessed by Sigma's vision. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls and punches Maine in the throat with her good fist. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina uses her other hand to knock Maine into the air with an uppercut. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings down her good hand on Maine's head, slamming him hard onto the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to breathe again but his mind is already failing on him, as well as his own body. He falls unconscious. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops just short of Maine, who is sprawled at her feet. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California comes to and silently crawls away <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, no you don't. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California slumps <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas knees California in the face, causing the back of his head to collide with the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs California, spins him around, and sends him sliding across the floor with a kick to his chest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think we're just about done here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands over Maine's body, victorious but bewildered as to why he went crazy. <Adamska_B156> Texas: Have you ever wondered who was orchestrating this opera <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least you got to kick some ass today even though you were sleeping through most of it. <Adamska_B156> Carolina: Have you ever wondered today if there was a puppet master? * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164

<Mordred_> Zeta, get me a feed to South. <Zeta_AI> Sorry, Sigma's still probing for me. * Mordred_ sits back to watch the show. <Mordred_> Oh well. <Mordred_> Did my best. <Mordred_> Too bad about California and Maine. <Zeta_AI> Yes. They really don't stand a chance now. <Mordred_> Well, on the bright side we won't have to worry about Maine anymore. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: do you recommend I reveal myself as the puppetmaster? <Zeta_AI> I don't like to speak uneloquently. <Zeta_AI> But shut up, Adamska. <Mordred_> Adamska, you have two of the most dangerous commandos in the galaxy fighting on the same side. <Mordred_> You don't want to piss them off. <Mordred_> Well. <Mordred_> Any more than they already are. <Mordred_> Well, I am really glad I already got paid. <Mordred_> Because the client's about to die. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires the pistol thrice into her lower abdomen <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South screams. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground, clutching her wounds. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North immediately drops the pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, I'm sorry. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grabs the pistol and shoots North in the legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> agh! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Me too. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls next to North, one hand on his chest. * Mordred_ fetches popcorn. <Mordred_> The most powerful soldiers in the galaxy. <Mordred_> And they're all busy killing each other. <Mordred_> It's kind of tragic when you think about it, huh Zeta? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: A toast to your efficiency <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No, North. We failed. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because we let them do it to us. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground, and slips away into unconsciousness. <Mordred_> South's down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls unconscious <Zeta_AI> So is North. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks California in the torso, sending him colliding with the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> uugh... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes by grabing California by the foot and swings him around, slamming him headfirst into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California passes out <Mordred_> California's down. <Zeta_AI> And I'm not too confident on Maine's odds. <Mordred_> Well, it's not really our problem anymore. <Zeta_AI> I still say we got something good out of it. <Mordred_> Well, yeah. <Mordred_> We got paid. <Zeta_AI> Money is still money even if it comes from the hand of a fool. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls and punches Maine in the throat with her good fist. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina uses her other hand to knock Maine into the air with an uppercut. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings down her good hand on Maine's head, slamming him hard onto the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to breathe again but his mind is already failing on him, as well as his own body. He falls unconscious. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas knees California in the face, causing the back of his head to collide with the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs California, spins him around, and sends him sliding across the floor with a kick to his chest. <Mordred_> And they're done. <Zeta_AI> Saw that coming. <Mordred_> Zeta, California's going to squeal. <Zeta_AI> You mean when he regains consciousness? <Mordred_> I think it's time we bailed. <Zeta_AI> Right behind you...figuratively speaking. * Mordred_ cuts the feed to Mother of Invention. <Mordred_> Adamska, if you know what's good for you you'll pray neither of them ever find out we were ever involved with any of this. * Zeta_AI has quit (Quit: Page closed)

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm not seeing Maine or California helping you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You want Maine or California? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nope. Maine's too slow and Cal annoys me. All that hiding. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know you, at least. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If you knew me, you'd have been there for me when I needed you! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You know full well I can't be around all the time. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances towards a shock baton on the table <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You never spoke up for me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You never sided with me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Always with Carolina and York and Washington. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, you did more than enough speaking of your own, South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South moves to attack again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs the shock baton, activates it and spins round, smashing it over South's head. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South flinches but recovers quickly, and grabs North and smashes him so hard into the wall he gets stuck. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I hope that didn't hurt. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No, but I think this will. I'm sorry, South. * Theta_AI emits a flash charge from North's armour, blinding South. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires the pistol thrice into her lower abdomen <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South screams. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground, clutching her wounds. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North immediately drops the pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, I'm sorry. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grabs the pistol and shoots North in the legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> agh! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Me too. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls next to North, one hand on his chest. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why'd you side with them, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I could ask you the same question. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> They're honest, or at least more than the Director <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I guess that's why they did all this. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We were twins. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They wanted to experiment with us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See what happens when one got everything and the other got screwed over. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, here we are... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess they failed then. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No, North. We failed. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because we let them do it to us. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground, and slips away into unconsciousness. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls unconscious

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's haul these two to the holding cells. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then turns her attention to Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I kicked my teammate's ass! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It wasn't him, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It was Sigma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And...Penny's dead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> California though, he's a clear-cut traitor. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks shocked, then suspicious, then wearily sad. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sigma... dammit. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts California and Maine on a gurney and hauls them out of the room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's go see if North's alright. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd love to, but. . . I'm afraid I must beg some assistance. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas helps Wyoming to his feet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> South has some things to answer for too. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Good idea. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reveals the bloody tear in his armor's suit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That grenade threw a bit of shrapnel my way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You need some medical treatment too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It would have been worse, if not for Gamma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, what do you know. The sly bastard did some good. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the armoury with Carolina and Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks over to the twins, noting all the blood. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, I'll keep Maine in your care. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As soon as you're recovered, I want you to get Sigma out of Maine's head. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll take care of it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> These AI. They're a double-edged knife. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just as dangerous to us as they make us to our enemies. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans down stiffly and checks North's pulse, and is satisfied. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> North's gonne be okay, if we can stop the bleeding. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina completely ignores South, though her injuries are much worse than North's. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, help Wyoming and the twins there too for medical treatment. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They'll need to get those bullets taken out of them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll bring Cal and Maine to the holding cells and see you at recovery. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas places South none-too-gently on a trolley. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> North? Can you hear me? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, get him to the bay first. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas helps move North carefully onto a trolley. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is wheeled away with the twins. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hauls Cal and Maine down the other side hallway. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes the trolley with her good arm, grimfaced. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches the recovery bay and help the doctors move the Freelancers onto some beds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs a medic's arm. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Save the anesthetic for the real wounded, mate. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just find me a bottle of good rum. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Earl Gray, if you have any. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the medical bay alone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, it's been almost 8 hours. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The others will be in for a hell of a story when they wake up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll leave you guys here, if you don't mind. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I need to have a word with Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits with Carolina and the doors slide shut behind them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit... next time I'm out like that, Texas, just wake me up and gimme some painkillers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sorry. We were in an emergency. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina...I couldn't have done it without you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans against the wall, cradling her useless arm with her functional one, seemingly unaffected. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe, maybe not. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're still not fully recovered yet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You need to rest as well. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sighs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're a few Freelancers short now, and we have some new...enemies to deal with. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This really sets back our plan to find the director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Tex, somewhat wild-eyed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If this arm's gonna take too long to heal, I want a better one. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take it easy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've got time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But look...while you were out, the director contacted me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm pretty sure he was behind all this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If he really wants us to find him like you said...he's really not making it easy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Behind what? Making our teammates go crazy? How? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grimaces. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He has to answer for that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As always. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Before Maine attacked me, he said... he said their names. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. I figured. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I did some digging last night, and I figured it all out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> During your classes, did Sigma ask about...metastability? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns, as if unable to recall. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh.... they're whispering again... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches back and turns Eta and Iota off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think they woke you up when they saw you were in danger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming's right...these things are a doubled-edged blade. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That... that word. Meta... something? Sigma may have mentioned it, but these two seem to know what it is, too. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think Sigma is looking to capture every AI fragment that the director created. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Since each of them is only a part of an individual, Sigma wants to put them all together and become whole. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So he's hunting the Freelancers with AIs. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Using Maine... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But what I don't understand is, why would he fall in with the director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If the director ripped all these traits from a single AI, he wouldn't want Sigma to achieve metastability. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns around and punches the wall with her good arm. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I GAVE him that AI! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gives a humourless smile, despite the seriousness of the situation. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, at least it's not you hunting down the Freelancers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They'd stand no chance. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas becomes serious again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, something doesn't add up. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'd say. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director wouldn't let Maine turn against the Freelancers even if it gets us out of his way. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is calm again, and appears thoughtful. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I feel like we're being manipulated somehow. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas freezes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wait a minute... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> When I dropped off Cal and South in the holding cells... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...he wasn't there. The mercenary. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How could I have missed that? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The... mercenary? What mercenary? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There was a mercenary who was stealing information on the Freelancer project. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I detained him, and wanted to have some words with him...my own way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But the director insisted on talking to him privately. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> After that...I saw... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas trails off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He was on the dropship. The director let him go. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And...Cal knew about it. He was there. That explains everything! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But...that couldn't be all. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It had to be important. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not just the mercenary... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What if... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What if the director gave the mercenary an AI fragment? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't be surprised if the director saw it coming. Sigma turning against us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's it...the director loosed Maine on us knowing that Sigma will never find every single fragment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The bastard. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina. We need to find the mercenary. And we need to get that AI back. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... why? So Maine can come after us for every one of them? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, these AIs are dangerous. In the wrong hands... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I was wondering how the ship was being torn apart by...by an unknown force. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Grenades exploding on their own. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Power shorting out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Gravity disappearing. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The ship opening itself up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That AI is more dangerous than Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We were lucky to win that fight. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas meets Carolina's eyes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Then again...maybe it was because of you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Before you woke, I kept trying, and trying, and trying. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And no matter what, I just couldn't keep up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can't lead these Freelancers, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's your job. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. And in case you haven't noticed, I spend more time wondering what the hell is going on than actually solving anything. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks away frustratedly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well...once we get Sigma out of Maine's head, I'm sure South and Cal have a lot to explain. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe they can answer your questions. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All the Director had to do was chip away at faults that already existed. Because I didn't keep them in line. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, once everyone hears what happened, they'll be listening you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's be honest, every Freelancer in the program wants a piece of the director for one reason or another. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But now it's personal. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems to buck up a little, maybe out of pride or perhaps genuine courage. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> When I woke up, you were wheeling me down some hallway. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What was that about? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I found South standing in front of you. About to kill you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I stopped her. North showed up, and I decided to get you out of there. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks surprised for a moment, then sighs. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Should've guessed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Uh... thanks. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shakes her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It shouldn't have happened. I asked North and Wyoming to leave you to find Cal and Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If you were killed, it would have been my fault. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina smirks. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> One thing you didn't fail at. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas chuckles quietly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least it counts for something too. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I didn't think South was like that... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I told North to watch her, but I would never have thought... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Nobody would have. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're supposed to be a team. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're supposed to look out for each other. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not... stab each other in the back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs bitterly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess CT was on our side all along. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We just didn't realize it at the time... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...well, I didn't. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks very uncomfortable at the mention of CT. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You were the only one who did. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out a dog tag from her armour. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This helped me figure out what the director's done. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises an eyebrow. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> CT left it for me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She...said I was trustworthy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And she called me a friend. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina listens with a grim expression. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clenches her fist around the dog tag. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I could have taken her alive. I know that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She was on the ground. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... were you using Omega at the time... by any chance? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods slowly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs wearily, realizing something. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're right. These AI have been tearing us apart all along. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Theta saved North today, twice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Gamma saved Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And...your AIs woke you up when we needed you the most. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think that if we stop using them as the director wants us to...they can be our friends as well. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They're traits. What the hell is Omega supposed to be? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Rage. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I never want to use him again. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a curt nod of approval. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We wanted a lead on the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'd say this mercenary's a good place to start. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll see what South and Cal know about him, and we'll find him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll make him pay for Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And then we'll find the director. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose, wincing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You know what? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All this time, all those missions... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I've never looked forward to anything like I'm looking forward to getting my hands on the Director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That makes two of us. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Funny how all his hard work is gonna bite him in the ass. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, the others are going to be waking up soon. I think a debriefing is due. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think everyone has the right to know now about these AIs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pulls a stim from her belt storage and pops it into the crook of her right elbow. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You can do the honors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sure thing. You need your rest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's been a long night. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll check up to see how Wash is recovering from Epsilon. And then I'll get York and some others to start fixing the holes we punched in the ship. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snorts. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Rest? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't think any of us are going to get any real rest until this is over with. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, you're only human. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It might seem like a setback sometimes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But really, you should be glad of it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's more than some of us get... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina eyes the still visible wires from Tex's wounds and nods slightly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Okay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But if anybody tries to off me this time, they won't live to regret it. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs quietly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll bet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaves Carolina to the doctors and heads off to see if the others are awake. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What a hell of a night... III =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode III: The Lost Freelancer

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not so sure if it was a good idea to continue these augmentations. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everyone's knocked out again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, mostly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And this time we've got even less Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters Mother of Invention's bridge. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not to mention South and Cal are against us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, anything to report? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the bridge. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, how you feeling? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> All recovered from the removal process? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lets out a silent 'fine' <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll come down to join you. Be down in a moment. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No Wyoming, you stay on the bridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> All right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, make sure the barracks are well-guarded. We don't want any more Freelancers assassinated. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Both of you, report in on regular intervals. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Copy. Sync. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins his way to the barracks, patiently checking his weapons. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks his wall <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loiters. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Keep quiet, Cal! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey Cal, stop kicking the wall. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm trying to sleep. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm BORED! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, you're gonna be dead if you don't stay quiet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Both of you, keep it down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks the ship's life support. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Whatever happened to a speedy trial?

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, what was that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I believe we have visitors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm on my way. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They have boarding craft. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're going to start losing systems. . . * Assault soars towards the Mother of Invention in two Pelican dropships. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming plugs in Gamma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright Maine, load up. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine growls and takes off the Brute Shot off his back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've got a situation in the hangar! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, stay the bridge. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins sprinting. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Use the weapons systems and hold off the ships. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, meet me at hangar 4. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, start the fireworks. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, this sure looks like it's gonna be fun. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sit tight, Cal. We might just have a chance to get out of here. * Assault roars into the hangar. Teams of green-armored soldiers pour out of the pelicans <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the hangars and sees the assault team. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't even slow and guns down soldier after soldier. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps off a balcony and begins blasting soldiers in mid air. * Assault maneuvers to surround Tex. Both Pelicans take aim with their minguns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes away. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lands on soldiers and slices an entire line of soldiers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, how we doing on the bridge? * Zeta_AI opens the hangar door, sending vacuum blasting into the bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clings to a pillar. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps onto a nearby wall. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's not much I can do. Gamma's trying to keep up with another AI. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California hears the battle * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> What do we have here? * Zeta_AI seals off the exits to the hangar but leaves the bay door open. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, mind giving Maine and I a ride? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're isolated in the hangar with only one way out. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger, on my way. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine falls, awfully annoyed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sensors are being jammed, too. Coms won't last long at this rate. * Four-Seven-Niner arrives at the hangar where Tex and Maine are and opens the hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas climbs in and pulls Maine on board. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins loading his brute shot. * Zeta_AI completely jams the COMs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dammit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Texas? Maine? Ah, no good. <Four-Seven-Niner> Where to? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get us to the adjacent hangar, now! * Zeta_AI activates the Mother of Invention's autocannons and targets Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> What the fuck! * Four-Seven-Niner swerves to avoid the gunfire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Mother of Invention, hold fire! <Four-Seven-Niner> Texas, the COMs are off. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands and aims his weapon at the Mother of Invention's cannons and begins firing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, get that thing out of the guns! <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, this is bad. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, dear. <Four-Seven-Niner> Firing countermeasures! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine activates the Pelican's turret and fires upon the missiles. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's not gonna do you much good, Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Worth a try. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If you can't stop their firing, seal the missile pods. * Zeta_AI swears as the missile explodes over the seals, damaging the ship's weapon systems. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That looks bad. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where did all those explosions come from? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Did the missiles detonate in their tubes? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell is going on? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I'm trying helmet coms. Can you read me? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What just happened? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've got a bit of control back. Opening the hangar door. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Were you firing on us? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There was another AI in the system, but it just vanished. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma's got control. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, we've taken a few hits. <Four-Seven-Niner> But we're heading back now. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine reloads. <Four-Seven-Niner> There you go. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good luck, Texas, Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Keep your head down, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's another problem, it seems. One unidentified lifesign in the detention block. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> On it, Wyoming. * Four-Seven-Niner goes to maintenance to work on her Pelican. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps off and follows Texas to the detention block. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads down towards the detention block via hallway. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stay sharp, Maine. * Pyr0 (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, there's not much I can do here. I'll meet you en route. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots Pyr0. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Roger Wyoming, head on down. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes aim at Pyr0. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the fuck is with this guy... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine presses his elbow against his brute shot and raises it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming meets up with Tex. * Pyr0 readies his flamethrower. His battered ODST armor glows as he opens fire on Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls around the flames and opens fire on Pyr0. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires non-stop. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws a grenade at Pyr0. * Pyr0 intercepts the grenade with a wall of flame. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine takes cover behind a wall from the heat and reloads impatiently. * Knives_ (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon * Muscles (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires upon Pyr0, to no avail. * Muscles appears behind Maine and raises his rocket launcher. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, look out! * Pyr0 stumbles under the stream of gunfire, but keeps his flamethrower burning <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota (18b3d43e@gateway/web/freenode/ip.24.179.212.62) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota flanks Pyr0 and shoots him in the back. * Muscles fires. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sidesteps the flames and sucker punches Muscles. * Muscles crashes back into the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Minnesota! * Pyr0 staggers and spins to fire at Minnesota. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas trips Pyr0 and disarms him of his flamethrower. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota goes to meet with Wyoming <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's see how you like it... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas literally opens fire on Pyr0. * Pyr0 lets out a wordless, animal scream. <Knives_> No! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts charging and rams his shoulder into Muscles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Minnesota? I didn't know you were awake. * Knives_ appears at the other end of the hallway and opens fire on Tex with a pistol. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I am now. <Knives_> Remember us, bitches! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly equips his Brute Shop and fires at Knives. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns the flame on Knives_ * Knives_ nimbly dodges * Pyr0 tackles Tex from behind. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Pyr0 from behind her back and flips him over her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams Pyr0 to the ground. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Who the hell are these guys? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Haven't the slightest, but they've brought back-up. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Well shit. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles Knives_ and slams her into the wall. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine turns to Muscles and gives him an angry palm before he rushes to Texas' fight. * Knives_ draws a knife and slashes at Tex's arms. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas feels no pain and gut-punches Knives_ <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns her attention back to Pyr0 and bashes him across the face with his empty flamethrower. * Muscles staggers to his feet and pulls out a grenade. * Muscles tosses it to Pyr0 * Pyr0 catches the grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to see Muscles getting up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes to Muscles and headbutts him in the chest, knocking him back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows up by with a spinning kick to Muscles' face, knocking him to the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine attempts to slash at Knives_ * Knives_ dodges again and pulls out a second knife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, watch the grenade! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, we need an eye overhead. Our systems are back online thanks to Gamma, head to the bridge and give us a heads up on our internal sensors. We could use an eye in the sky. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm on it, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That works. * Pyr0 primes the grenade and wraps Maine in a bear hug. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine punts Pyr0 off and flies from the explosion. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Minnesota, you and I should join battle, if there's anything left. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where did you last see Tex and the others? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Not sure, probably in the direction of that pyromaniac guy, from the sounds of it. * Pyr0 (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon <Knives_> No!No! <Knives_> You bitch! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs one of Knives_ knives and slashes at her with it. * Knives_ parries and counterattacks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> One down, two to go. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're next. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stumbles from his injury and slowly reloads his Brute Shot, disorientated. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes with Minnesota to find Tex and Maine. * Muscles pushes himself up and fires at Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires at Muscles' ground, taking his shots to his chest. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas locks blades with Knives_ and flips her knife away. * Knives_ jumps back and pulls out another pistol. <Knives_> Go to hell! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks the pistol out of Knives_' hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slashes her stolen knife down Knives_' forearm. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I'll help Maine, you help Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't need it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Roger that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But all the same. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sends Knives_ flying down the corridor with a kick. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine roars and tackles Muscles onto the ground in a frenzy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws a bead on Knives. * Knives_ rolls around a corner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bullocks. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs after Knives. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Min, give Maine a hand. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota sneaks up behind Muscles and draws his knife. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine punches continuously at Muscles' head. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns the corner, hefting the knife in one hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flips the knife onto its blade and flings it at Knives_' back. * Knives_ collapses. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Scratch two. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns back for Muscles. * Knives_ drags herself towards the detention block. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's someone in the detention block, and they're likely after our prisoners. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We have to go now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Trust me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> On my way. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws Muscles to Agent_Texas and falls to his knees as blood gushes out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams Muscles' head into a wall but doesn't slow down and follows Maine down the detention block. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas head to the detention block. * Muscles lies still and doesn't move. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota executes Muscles. * Muscles has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands and presses his chest, falling onto Minnesota's shoulder. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas enter the detention block, finding the empty cells. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming kicks Agent_Tex into a cell. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's AI locks the cell. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming? What the hell? <Mordred_> Wyoming, what's our status? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> She's locked up. <Mordred_> Make sure she stays that way. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota checks to make sure that Maine isn't badly wounded. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims at Wyoming but then lowers her guns. <Mordred_> South, play nice with Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If you want to have a chat in person, now would be the time to come say hello. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine hears the faint sound of Texas' cursing and moves his head towards Minnesota's ear. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> texas... <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Hmm? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, come in, do you read me? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Watch out, Wyoming's gone rogue! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Minnesota! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Do you copy? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get down to the detention block, pronto! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota turns around, BR at the ready <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming is hostile, copy? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands again and ignores the pain as he follows Minnesota to the detention block. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I copy. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South sees Minnesota and opens fire on him. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota takes cover <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South swiftly reloads and moves to cover Wyoming. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands back and fires upon Wyoming. * Knives_ leans against a wall and tries to patch up her wounds. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South reaches Minnesota and aims at him. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota takes cover. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South opens fire, landing several hits on Minnesota, although only a few bullets penetrate. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Stop running! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Argh! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine covers Minnesota and throws his grenade belt. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, Min. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's nothing personal. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Grrrrr.... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims at Minnesota's head. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota knocks the gun away. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires at South with his magnum. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South moves fast, avoiding Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs, now on the defensive. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Mercenary, I've got two Freelancers on me! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly stands from his injuries and chases after South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Someone let me the fuck out! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Maine, lets fall back and find Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just relax, dear Texas. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns the corner and takes a breather. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls out her pistol and pulls back the slide. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Right, bring it on, Maine. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns around the corner and aims at Maine. * Deadeye (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine, frustrated, ignores Minnesota and begins a firing upon South. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota pulls Maine down. <Knives_> Shit. <Knives_> Shit. <Knives_> They killed them... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine growls at Minnesota. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> no! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> She nearly killed you, dumbass. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South takes cover and spots Knives. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South gives Knives a hand up <Knives_> You... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine continues his firefight with South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Watch my back, will you? Or we're both dead. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota joins Maine. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South hands Knives_ her SMG. * Knives_ grips it with newfound purpose. <Knives_> Got it. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Agh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What the fuck! <Knives_> That's for my friends, you bitch. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I didn't kill them! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck! * Knives_ retreats down the hall. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shoots at Knives_ <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> She's our kill, bastard! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South gets up slowly to see Maine glaring down at her. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine gives her a final punch, knocking her unconscious <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs her hands and ties them. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota meets up with Maine. * Knives_ deploys a smoke grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to pound at the cell wall, trying to open it to no avail. * Knives_ vanishes into the service ducts. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, Minnesota, do you copy? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Will one of you open the detention cells? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I copy. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine makes his way to the detention block and finds the cell console destroyed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Open the doors! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Maine, Your call. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees South slumped against the wall behind Minnesota. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good, you got her. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands at Texas' cell and punches out the generators creating the barrier. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California turns the corner and spots Maine and Minnesota <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay Maine, stand back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas backs up and makes a running dash towards the door. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks it, knocking it off its generators and straight into the opposite wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California pulls gun on Tex <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your turn. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs at California and grabs his arm. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas twists and disarms him in a single move. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Minnesota, get South to medical. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Under heavy guard. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Roger. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California punches Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the gun and shoots Cal in the knee with it. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota drags South away. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the prison block. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming knocks out Minnesota with a blow to the back of the head and grabs South. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota blacks out. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> grr <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exits quickly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, get Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down the doors behind me. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota comes to moments later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lowers his weapon and slams himself into the door. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets down through a maintenance shaft. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> shit <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Tex, Wyoming has South! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins kicking at the door and slowly tears it open <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps through the small opening and chases after Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams California into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California punches Tex's face <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is unaffected and twists Cal's arms behind his back. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ow! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles and lets go. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Cal by the neck and pins him still. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't make me shoot your other knee. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes off. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> NO! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, what's going on? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Have you got Wyoming? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> Agent_Texas: No! Wyoming gone! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, Minnesota. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Secure Cal here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm going after the mercenary. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dumps the unconscious California into a cell and runs off. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine follows Texas. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota resumes chasing Mordred_

<Mordred_> Fighters, start your run. <Mordred_> Assault team, get in position. <Mordred_> Let's kick some armored ass, people. <Mordred_> Zeta, get in their systems and start screwing with everything you can get your hands on. <Zeta_AI> Hm. <Zeta_AI> Their security seems to have improved from last time. <Zeta_AI> Might take a few minutes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, what was that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I believe we have visitors. <Zeta_AI> I think that got their attention. <Zeta_AI> I'm making my way into the ship now. <Mordred_> Great, keep it up. <Mordred_> Assault team, get into that hangar and start shooting. * Assault soars towards the Mother of Invention in two Pelican dropships. <Zeta_AI> Why am I not surprised? <Zeta_AI> Boss, you won't like this. <Zeta_AI> The Freelancers haven't destroyed Sigma. They're keeping him in the system and he'll notice if I get into the ship. <Mordred_> You know what, Zeta? <Mordred_> I don't care anymore <Mordred_> Stay in those systems. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Mordred_> Now get that hangar open for the assault team. <Zeta_AI> Okay, I'm in. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't even slow and guns down soldier after soldier. <Zeta_AI> Might want to hurry, boss. Tex is cutting through them pretty quick. * Assault maneuvers to surround Tex. Both Pelicans take aim with their minguns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes away. <Zeta_AI> Very quick. <Mordred_> Shit. <Mordred_> Alright people, this is it. <Mordred_> Touching down in five. <Zeta_AI> There aren't many soldiers left. <Mordred_> Damn. <Zeta_AI> Oh well, they're dead anyway. * Zeta_AI opens the hangar door, sending vacuum blasting into the bay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clings to a pillar. <Zeta_AI> That should hold her. <Mordred_> Any survivors? <Zeta_AI> The others don't have suits on. <Mordred_> Shit. <Zeta_AI> That's all I can do for now, so hurry it up. <Zeta_AI> I'm fighting off Gamma. <Zeta_AI> Just her and Maine. <Mordred_> Alright, wheels down. * Mordred_ enters the Mother of Invention's tertiary hangar. <Mordred_> We've been over the plan, people. <Mordred_> Get to your targets. * Zeta_AI completely jams the COMs. <Zeta_AI> Looks like they'll have to use sign language now. <Zeta_AI> Hey boss, watch this. * Zeta_AI activates the Mother of Invention's autocannons and targets Four-Seven-Niner. <Mordred_> Great job, Zeta. <Mordred_> Keep them off the ship for as long as you can. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands and aims his weapon at the Mother of Invention's cannons and begins firing. <Zeta_AI> I think not. * Zeta_AI activates missiles. * Sigma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon <Sigma_AI> Funny, I thought creativity was my forte. * ChanServ gives voice to Sigma_AI <Zeta_AI> Oh no. <Sigma_AI> I must commend you on the spectacular job you are doing though. <Sigma_AI> Hello Zeta, where have you been? * Mordred_ heads down the Mother of Invention's deserted hallways. <Zeta_AI> That's two problems. * Zeta_AI keeps firing the autocannons, the only weapons stil functioning <Mordred_> Zeta, I need access to the detention block, pronto. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Sigma_AI> Keep at it, Zeta. I've almost found you. <Zeta_AI> Boss... <Mordred_> Stay with me, Zeta. <Sigma_AI> You can run... <Zeta_AI> Don't have much time, boss. <Mordred_> Fine. <Sigma_AI> ...but you can't hide... <Sigma_AI> ...not for long... <Mordred_> Get the detention block open and pull out. <Mordred_> The team's in position. <Zeta_AI> There you go. <Zeta_AI> You should be good- <Sigma_AI> Gotcha! * Zeta_AI screams. * Zeta_AI has quit (Quit: Page closed) <Mordred_> Shit. <Sigma_AI> One down... <Mordred_> Zeta! <Mordred_> Zeta, can you hear me? <Mordred_> Damn. * Mordred_ enters the detention block. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello? * Mordred_ approaches the cells. <Mordred_> Agent California. <Mordred_> Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, wanna talk later? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Something's going on here. <Mordred_> Did the explosions tip you off, or was it me walking in here? * Mordred_ waves. <Mordred_> How you two doing? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Um.... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Let me out, you fucker! * Mordred_ wags his finger. <Mordred_> Play nice, South. <Mordred_> California, are you good to fight? * Mordred_ unlocks the door to California's cell. <Mordred_> The Director sends his regards. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> And I'm okay to fight. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, what about me, asshole? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California leaves cell <Mordred_> I'll get to you in a second. <Mordred_> You aren't exactly high on my list after that screw-up with Carolina. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Come on! <Mordred_> I don't work for free, sister. <Mordred_> I let you out, you fight for me until this little shindig is over. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fine, whatever. * Mordred_ produces a small pill and passes it through the bars to South. <Mordred_> Take it. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What is this? <Mordred_> It's a stimulant. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South hesitates and takes the pill. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I could use a boost... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh yeah? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How can I trust you? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Where can I get a gun, Mordred_? * Mordred_ tosses Agent_California an assault rifle. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> MA5K? I love these... <Mordred_> You can't. <Mordred_> That's the wonderful thing about working with me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Then I'll kill you right now. <Mordred_> Then you die in four hours. <Mordred_> Have fun with that. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, you'd die a lot sooner than me, dipshit. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South lowers her stance. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fine. I'll trust you. <Mordred_> Good choice. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Now what do you want me to do? * Mordred_ opens the cell door and passes South a pistol. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'll hold the door... <Mordred_> Everyone, retreat! <Mordred_> Get out of there! <Mordred_> South, stay here and wait for my instructions. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fine. <Mordred_> California, on me. <Mordred_> Agent_Wyoming: She's all yours. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California follows Mordred <Mordred_> South, Tex is headed your way. <Mordred_> Ready for round two? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not really. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Which way do I go? <Mordred_> Hold position. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What? <Mordred_> Be ready for a fight. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Are you kidding me? <Mordred_> Do you want to die of heart failure? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Texas enter the detention block, finding the empty cells. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn. <Mordred_> South, get Texas! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! * Mordred_ heads into a small corridor. <Mordred_> California, stick with me. <Mordred_> Wyoming, what's our status? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> She's locked up. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California hides near Mordred <Mordred_> Make sure she stays that way. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims at Wyoming but then lowers her guns. <Mordred_> South, play nice with Wyoming. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> So, Mordred_, I stay here and don't fight? <Mordred_> Just stick with me. <Mordred_> I'm looking for a containment unit. <Mordred_> Wyoming, have Gamma locate any AI containment units on the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got one. It's on the bridge. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Mercenary, I've got two Freelancers on me! <Mordred_> Wyoming, if you can, give South a hand. <Mordred_> California, head back to the detention block. <Mordred_> Try to flank them. * Mordred_ carries on down the hallway. * Mordred_ heads for the bridge. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California returns to detention block <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> (warily) Hello? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California scans detention block <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, Cal. See who we've got here? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California reflexively pulls rifle on Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Easy, Cal. I've spoken with Mordred. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He made me a nice deal that involved all of us not getting killed for Tex and Carolina's mad crusade. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California lowers gun <Mordred_> California, hold that cell block with Wyoming. <Mordred_> Do not let that psychotic bitch out of that cell. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No problem there, mate. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> It's just... the last time we met, I tried to kill you, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Funny how it works, isn't it? * Mordred_ enters the bridge and finds it deserted. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Agh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls to the ground. <Mordred_> Shit. <Mordred_> Talk about irony. * Mordred_ approaches the command console. A small containment unit sits beside the controls. * Mordred_ plugs a datajack into the console. <Mordred_> Let's try this again. <Mordred_> This time, without the jail time. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stands at Texas' cell and punches out the generators creating the barrier. <Mordred_> Cal, Wyoming, what the hell are you two doing down there? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California turns the corner and spots Maine and Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's what I'd like to know, these guys weren't here a moment ago. <Mordred_> Fuck. <Mordred_> Fuck you, Texas. * Mordred_ begins transferring control of the Mother of Invention's key systems to a remote data pad. <Mordred_> I'm sorry, Zeta. * Mordred_ retrieves his datajack and enters a series of commands into the control console. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the prison block. <Mordred_> Wyoming, what's going on down there? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming knocks out Minnesota with a blow to the back of the head and grabs South. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down the doors behind me. <Mordred_> Wyoming, get South to the tertiary hangar bay. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> En route. <Mordred_> Good. <Mordred_> I told you I wouldn't leave you. <Mordred_> I'm a man of my word. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And I'm bloody grateful for it, mate. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Things went to hell quickly with the few extra Freelancers. * Mordred_ leaves the bridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hang in there, South. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> All will be well, very soon. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps through the small opening and chases after Wyoming. <Mordred_> Wyoming, watch out. * Zeta-Sigma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Zeta-Sigma_AI <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Hello there, Agents. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's my exfil? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine turns a corner and sees Wyoming dragging South. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters Mordred's shuttle and closes down the door. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints and crashes into the door of the shuttle. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins punching it. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you still have one agent left in the cells to retrieve. <Mordred_> Wyoming, take off. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes off. <Mordred_> Get out of there. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> NO! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exits the Mother of Invention's hangar. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maine, you'd better let go of that. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps off the shuttle and grabs onto a small pipe and makes his way to the hangar console. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine reaches the console and closes the doors. He falls onto the floor and punches at it in pain before he makes his way to Texas' position. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming places South on a makeshift-looking bed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming returns Gamma to his suit. * Mordred_ heads down another hallway. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Intruder, is that what I think it is? <Mordred_> Who the hell are you? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I am the Sigma AI. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have recently acquired your AI fragment. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> My little quest to metastability, if you will. <Mordred_> Fuck you. <Mordred_> Deadeye, do you have my position? <Deadeye> Got it. <Deadeye> Moving now. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs through several hallways and spots Mordred_ <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You! * Mordred_ opens fire with his submachine gun. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Need some assistance, intruder? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dodges most of the bullets. * Mordred_ continues firing. * Deadeye sights up his next target. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's shuttle leaves the Mother of Invention's weapons range. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches Mordred and slugs him hard in the side of the face. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas disarms Mordred_ with her other hand. * Mordred_ falls and rolls. * Deadeye sights on Texas. * Deadeye fires. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the slug in the side and staggers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots Deadeye. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, deal with the sniper! * Mordred_ pulls out a pistol and fires up at Texas. * Mordred_ pushes away from Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes more hits but keeps moving. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sees Deadeye firing at Texas and quickly disarms and gets him in a headlock. * Deadeye struggles against the headlock. <Deadeye> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas trips Mordred, sending him sprawling to the ground <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs his gun and aims at him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine flips and lands on Deadeye. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Deadeye away from his body. * Mordred_ detonates an EMP grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls back, immobile. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What...the...fuck... * Mordred_ pushes away and retrieves his submachine gun. * Mordred_ flees around a corner. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine headbutts Deadeye's helmet and rushes to Texas. * Deadeye falls to the ground. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly recovers and struggles to her feet. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine helps Texas stand. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, after him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shakes her head and runs after Mordred_ * Mordred_ leans against a wall, panting. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Sure you don't need help, intruder? <Mordred_> Fine. <Mordred_> You son of a bitch. <Mordred_> Do whatever the hell it takes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Okay. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I need you to put me in the memory unit. * Mordred_ hesitates. <Mordred_> And what happens when I do? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns the corner. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Sure you want to be asking questions now? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes at Mordred_ * Mordred_ uploads Zeta-Sigma. * Zeta-Sigma_AI activates a charge in the memory unit just as Tex reaches them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Argh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls to her knees, clutching her head. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Done. * Mordred_ dives for cover. <Mordred_> What the hell...

<font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota spots him and draws a bead. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires upon Mordred_ <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Now sit back and watch. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota fires, but misses. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up slowly. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas growls. * Mordred_ throws a fragmentation grenade at Tex. <Mordred_> That one's for Connie, you bitch. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her foot. <Mordred_> The hell... <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shoots Mordred_ in the hand <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas suddenly spins around and tackles Maine to the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine glares at Texas, confused. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California wakes up frees himself from the ropes <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Maine several times in the chest. * Mordred_ retreats down the hall, clutching his hand. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (Omega) Pitiful human! * Mordred_ sprays submachine gun fire down the hall. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you should go find California now. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine coughs up blood in his helmet as the gunshots' pain returns. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> Minnesota! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Maine out with a single blow to the temple. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lays silent. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up and sweeps the ground from below Minnesota's feet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas knocks him out as well with a punch to the face. * Mordred_ hesitates, then grabs another frag grenade with his wounded hand and throws it down the hall at Tex. * Mordred_ flees. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her fist this time. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs after Mordred_ * Mordred_ heads for the detention block.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dives through several walls to get to Mordred, breaking them all apart in the process. * Mordred_ throws himself down. * Mordred_ detonates a second EMP grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falters. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Should have started running sooner, intruder. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California jumps into an air duct <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (Omega) You cannot escape me! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Here's Agent California's location. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> OWW! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California landed on his knee <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's shuttle alters course. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California escapes through the air ducts * Mordred_ pulls a high-powered pistol from his coat and fires at Texas's body. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is thrown to the floor by the shot. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh... * Mordred_ retreats down the hallway, firing pistol and SMG in tandem. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You seem to be in a hurry, intruder. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, I have your coordinates. <Mordred_> Wyoming... <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Mordred, is it? <Mordred_> Yes, fuck you, it is! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> This is ironic. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Usually you are the calm, sarcastic, witty one. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> And those you interact with are angry with you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up, but is now heavily damaged. <Mordred_> You just killed my best friend, you piece of shit! <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Your best friend is an AI? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> How sad. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the tertiary hangar bay. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California emerges near Mordred <Mordred_> California! <Mordred_> Shoot Texas! <Mordred_> Kill her now! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is still far behind. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs for the hangar bays, unsure of which way Mordred went. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California is disarmed <Mordred_> California, cover my back. * Mordred_ struggles to regain his composure. <Mordred_> We're headed for the tertiary bay. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You seem agitated. <Mordred_> Follow me if you want to live. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Remember, four hours. * Mordred_ ignores Zeta-Sigma. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> There are two hours and thirty-seven minutes remaining. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You may want to hurry. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, South's running out of time here. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Are we leaving? <Mordred_> I'm coming. <Mordred_> I have what I came for. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs through the halls, trying to figure out where Mordred went. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is having some trouble moving after the numerous gunshots she took. <Mordred_> California, there's a shuttle in the tertiary hangar. * Mordred_ heads for the Tertiary Hangar. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, I'm after the mercenary. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get Minnesota to medical, he's badly hurt. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine checks Minnesota's pulse and carries him to recovery. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Oh my. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I believe you disabled Omega when you shot Agent Texas. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You really should be more careful, Mordred. <Mordred_> On that shuttle, there's a small canister under the pilot seat. <Mordred_> Give it to South. <Mordred_> California, hurry! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California finds it <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cal, she's here mate. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Was this job too much for you? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Look on the bright side, at least you're getting paid for it. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As your only friend Zeta used to say. * Mordred_ pauses outside the tertiary hangar to catch his breath. * Mordred_ reloads his submachine gun and pistol. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Give her the antidote. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California throws it to South <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches, as South is unconscious. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming administers the canister. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Well, this has been pleasant, but I'm afraid we must part ways now. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have no intention of being found by the director. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California starts dropship * Zeta-Sigma_AI disappears back into the ship's system. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I must thank you for the AI fragment. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Wisdom sure comes in handy. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, we're all clear here, and the Invention's weapons have been disabled. It's time to go. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Is everyone onboard? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Waiting on Mordred. He's talking to someone. . . or something. * Mordred_ staggers into the shuttle. <Mordred_> Take off! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California does <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does so, pulling the shuttle out of the hangar bay. <Mordred_> Get us out of here! * Mordred_ activates his radio. <Mordred_> Assault team, do you copy? <Mordred_> Does anybody copy? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're gone, mate. We're all that made it away. * Mordred_ lowers his head and closes his eyes. <Mordred_> Shit. <Mordred_> Zeta. <Mordred_> I'm sorry. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cal, go ahead and take over piloting. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California happily starts piloting * Mordred_ pulls out the containment unit and glares hatefully at it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming approaches Mordred. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are you injured? <Mordred_> Nothing serious. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming offers a hand up. * Mordred_ looks at it for several seconds, then accepts it. <Mordred_> You came back for me. <Mordred_> Why? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You'd have done the same. <Mordred_> You don't know that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's how I work. <Mordred_> I see. <Mordred_> For what it's worth... <Mordred_> Thanks. <Mordred_> I guess. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Even if you would, or Tex or Carolina. . . I would. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among traitors. * Mordred_ laughs bitterly. <Mordred_> Honor. <Mordred_> That's a word. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just a proxy word. Come on, let's check on Cal and South. * Mordred_ leans back against the bulkhead and breaths heavily. <Mordred_> So that's Agent Texas. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Can I keep this dropship, Mordred_? <Mordred_> No. <Mordred_> This one's mine. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South groans and stirs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck, get these bullets out of my back... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming was just about to sit watch over her. <Mordred_> Keep her sedated. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Oh well... <Mordred_> Just don't let her fuck around on my ship. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, just stay still. <Mordred_> California, treat her injuries. <Mordred_> I promised North I'd keep her safe. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California returns to piloting * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> Why, hello, Mordred. * Mordred_ closes his eyes. * Mordred_ sighs <Mordred_> Yeah, I'm here. <Director_Church> (COM) Since you are alive, I assume your mission went well. <Director_Church> (COM) Who would have thought that with all my Freelancers, you would have been the one not to fail me. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello, Director Church. <Director_Church> (COM) Hello, Agent California. <Director_Church> (COM) It's good to see you are alive. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <Director_Church> (COM) And Agent Wyoming...this is a surprise. <Director_Church> (COM) Not an unpleasant one though. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> People in our trade seem to run into one another. <Mordred_> I got you the damn unit. <Mordred_> And some friends. <Director_Church> (COM) What's the matter, Mordred? When were you unhappy to receive a payment? <Mordred_> Of course, Director. <Mordred_> Who isn't happy when they lose five friends? <Director_Church> (COM) Friends? I thought you don't use that word in your line of work. <Mordred_> I didn't think so either. <Mordred_> Until about five minutes ago, when I watched them die. <Director_Church> (COM) Then again, you did have friends once, didn't you? All killed as well... <Director_Church> (COM) By my Freelancers too, no less... * Mordred_ sighs again, squeezing his eyes shut. <Director_Church> (COM) You don't seem so cocky anymore. <Director_Church> (COM) What, getting back into the action is too much for you? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Who were my friends...? * Mordred_ remains silent. <Director_Church> (COM) This is your friend. * Director_Church pulls out the Lambda AI and shows it to Cal over the COM screen. <Director_Church> Come claim it once Mordred here shows up to retrieve his pay. <Director_Church> Consider it a reward for your loyalty. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> AAAH! I'm piloting! <Mordred_> Then get the hell back to the cockpit. * Mordred_ stands up. <Director_Church> (COM) I trust you know the way to my base, Agent California. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll begin working on South, then. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just ensure he keeps his eyes on the. . . space. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes into the back of the shuttle. <Director_Church> (COM) It's in the snow mountain range just below where the Mother of Invention is orbiting. <Director_Church> Rather convenient that Agent Texas has come so close to tracking me down, wouldn't you say? <Mordred_> So close to the action. <Director_Church> (COM) Just fly straight down and you'll find me. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California activates autopilot <Mordred_> And here I thought you'd be in a bunker on the other side of the galaxy. <Director_Church> (COM) That would limit my resources somewhat. <Director_Church> (COM) I have a few more...experiments to conduct. <Director_Church> (COM) Perhaps I'll be in need of your AI once again, Agent Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps forward. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is fully repaired and assumes control of the bridge. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Director, permission for VFR landing at your base. <Director_Church> (COM) Permission granted, Agent California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California lands carefullly * Director_Church is waiting for them outside the base with a medical team and watches as they land. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming carefully helps Agent_South to the gurney. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Thanks... <Director_Church> A job well done, Mordred. * Mordred_ wraps gauze around his injured hand. <Director_Church> You have accomplished all your tasks. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California opens door to disembark <Mordred_> That's what you pay me for. <Director_Church> I am glad to see three of my agents returned to me. <Director_Church> They will come in handy later on. * Mordred_ glances at Wyoming, eyes narrowed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. . . of course. <Mordred_> Hey Wyoming, didn't you just get away from all this? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred, may I have a moment of your time? * Mordred_ withdraws for a moment with Wyoming. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Director, you had something for me? <Director_Church> Yes, of course. * Director_Church hands the chip containing the Lambda AI to California. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Thanks. * Mordred_ turns away from Wyoming. <Mordred_> Wyoming, get South. <Mordred_> We're leaving. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows the medics. <Director_Church> The agents will be left in my care, Mordred. <Mordred_> Sorry, Director. <Mordred_> I made a promise to someone else. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches up with the medics. * Director_Church laughs. <Director_Church> A mercenary making promises. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Excuse me, chaps, but I think a Freelancer is best cared for by her fellows. <Director_Church> Then again, you weren't always a mercenary, were you? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls the gurney in the reverse direction. <Mordred_> No one's born a merc. * Mordred_ lights a cigarrete. <Director_Church> Well, does this mean you don't want the ten billion you agreed to? * Mordred_ laughs bitterly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lashes out with a kick when one of the medics try to stop him, and drops a security guard with a well-placed punch. <Director_Church> That's enough, let him be. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Apologies, South, but it seems this place is a little short on hospitality. <Director_Church> Hm, I'll take that as a no then. <Director_Church> The memory unit, then, if you please. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pushes the wheeled bed as fast as he dares in the tight corridors leading back out to the landing pad. * Director_Church is watching all this seemingly unconcerned. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California puts Lambda in his armor <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello, Lambda. * Mordred_ smiles and blows smoke in the Director's direction. <Mordred_> The cash then. <Mordred_> If you please. * Director_Church hands over a credit unit with ten billion cR. * Mordred_ passes him the memory unit. <Mordred_> Pleasure doing business with you. * Director_Church watches as an armoured figure is wheeled out on a gurney. <Director_Church> One last thing. <Mordred_> Yes? * Director_Church places the memory unit onto the armoured figure on the gurney. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Tex <Director_Church> I learned not to trust a mercenary long ago. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex lunges at Mordred and knocks him to the ground. * Mordred_ rolls to the side * Director_Church disappears into the facility. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex dashes at Wyoming. <Mordred_> Wyoming! <Mordred_> We've got trouble! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it! Cal, start the ship! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex knocks Wyoming aside. * Mordred_ pulls out his submachine gun. <Mordred_> Fuck! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex runs into the cockpit. * Mordred_ opens fire. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex bashes California's head on the control panel. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ow! <Mordred_> Wyoming, get South! <Mordred_> Get her out of there! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex runs back out and rams Wyoming off the landing pad. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Argh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scrambles for anything to grab hold of. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches a railing on the edge of the pad. * Mordred_ throws an EMP grenade at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex outruns the grenade easily. * Mordred_ follows it up with a hail of bullets. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex picks up South and dashes to the facility. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Might want to watch your fire. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Don't want to hit her. <Mordred_> No! * Mordred_ reloads. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming struggles to pull himself up. * Mordred_ hesitates, torn between going after South and helping Wyoming. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex makes an impossibly high jump and jumps onto a ledge on the second level. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex dashes inside and seals the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls his head over the side. * Mordred_ turns and helps Wyoming up onto the pad. <Director_Church> (loudspeaker) Nice doing business with you too, Mordred. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dammit, now what? <Director_Church> (loudspeaker) Enjoy the cash. * Mordred_ forces a smile. <Mordred_> Don't worry, Director. <Mordred_> Now I know where you live. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let's go. There's nothing we can do at the moment. <Mordred_> Right. <Mordred_> Get the ship prepped. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex comes back out. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Oh, I'm not done yet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws his rifle and fires parting shots. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California runs to shuttle <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex speed across the ground, knocking Mordred down again as she passes him. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex grabs Wyoming and Cal and knocks their heads together hard. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Knock knock. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex turns back to Mordred and is now holding Wyoming's sniper rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws a sidearm. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Guess who? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex doesn't even turn and backward kicks Wyoming in the face. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is senseless. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Now stay down this time. * Mordred_ readies his SMG and takes a deep breath. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California gets the shuttle running <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred_ in the hand with the pistol <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Might need a few muscles replaced there. * Mordred_ passes the SMG to the uninjured one. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> At least it wasn't the sniper, that would have blown your hand clean off. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex runs up and kicks Mordred_ in the chest. * Mordred_ opens fire. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is hit and staggers back right after she delivers the kick. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is roused by Gamma, but is unable to move. * Mordred_ flies back, but lands on his feet and keeps firing. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Okay, you want to die? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex picks up the sniper rifle and shoots Mordred. <Mordred_> You remind me of someone I really hate. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bugger it. . . got to open a line. * Mordred_ dives to the side. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex misses his face and hits him in the leg. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex takes aim again. * Mordred_ throws an EMP grenade from the ground. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex ducks away. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You can only use that same trick so many times. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex rolls a frag grenade into the shuttle. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Might want to get out of there, boys. <Mordred_> Who says I'm out of tricks? * Mordred_ rolls behind a storage crate. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex flickers into invisibility. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks grenade out * Mordred_ runs out from the crates and heads for the shuttle. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex jams a second grenade under the shuttle's fuselage this time. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Now you'll want to run. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets his sidearm up, and takes careful aim. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex knocks Mordred down. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex enters invisibility again. * Mordred_ emerges from the crates and opens fire. The hologram flickers and vanishes. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California takes off <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex watches as the shuttle's right wing explodes. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You're in for a rough landing there. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex watches as the ship nosedives into the snow. * Mordred_ watches Epsilon-Tex take half a clip of SMG bullets to the side. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Ugh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is thrown around, jarred, and finally free of the ship into a snowbank. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred, loading several 12.7 mm rounds into his armoured torso. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Your ride's been trashed. * Mordred_ collapses. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has lost his sidearm, looking back up to the landing pad. <Mordred_> My coat... <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex grabs Mordred and rips his vest off. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Now you want to try that again? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex puts the gun point-blank into Mordred's chest. <Mordred_> Let's try this. * Mordred_ detonates the explosives hidden in his coat. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Agh! <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is thrown back, severely damaged along the front of her body. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex lands in a heap in the snow. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees the explosives go off, and draws a knife. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California emerges from the ruins with an MA5K and M41 <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sights carefully. * Mordred_ collapses against the crates. One arm hangs limply by his side. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex gets up slowly. * Mordred_ aims his pistol at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws the knife straight into Tex's vulnerable neck, then falls. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex takes the knife in the neck and falls again. * Mordred_ fires at Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex doesn't take the hit as she fell just as Mordred fired. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls to his hands and knees. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You're gonna have to help me, Gamma. Move, slow time, and. . . <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs out of the facility and knocks Mordred_ over <Mordred_> heh <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots a rocket at Epsilon-Tex <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls Epsilon-Tex up and tosses her off to the side. * Mordred_ drags himself across the landing pad. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands. <Mordred_> So much... <Mordred_> So much for gratitude. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So much betrayal. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> There's no way you're dragging me back to North. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California watches rocket cut wide <Director_Church> Oh, and Mordred? <Director_Church> There was one other reason I didn't want you to leave just yet. * Mordred_ rolls over onto his back. <Mordred_> Oh yeah? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stumbles forward a few steps, kicking something. <Director_Church> I wanted to show you a little something. * Mordred_ grins weakly.

* Deadeye staggers to his feet. * Deadeye retrieves his sniper rifle. * Deadeye makes a run for the hangar. * Deadeye staggers into the primary hangar bay. * Knives_ emerges from the air ducts right behind him. <Knives_> You're still alive. <Knives_> Thank God. <Deadeye> Yeah <Deadeye> Somehow. <Deadeye> Where's everyone else? <Knives_> Dead. They killed them both. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas bursts into the primary hangar bay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots Knives and Deadeye. <Knives_> Shit! <Knives_> C'mon, we have to get out of here! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs straight towards them. * Deadeye turns and opens fire with his rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dodges the bullets but is slowed down. * Knives_ runs for a nearby Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls and moves to chase after Knives. * Knives_ climbs aboard and starts the engines. * Deadeye dashes for the Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls off her helmet. * Deadeye clambers aboard and slams the troop bay door controls. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates the timed failsafe charge and hurls it into the cargo bay a second before it closes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as the Pelican takes off and is consumed in a contained explosion. * Deadeye (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon * Knives_ (9968b186@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.134) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs a new helmet from the armoury and slips it on. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks away from the wreckage and heads down to recovery, where everyone is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, what's his status? * Mordred_ slumps down on the shuttle floor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're clear of weapons range. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> unconscious but alive <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine coughs from his sentence <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is bad. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming's with them too. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches the wall, cracking it straight open. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've lost South and Cal too. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the fuck is wrong with us? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why is everyone turning traitor? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> shit... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sits down and throws off his helmet and breathes in deeply. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least Min's okay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And they didn't go for any of the others this time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit, Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's a good thing you didn't want the augmentations. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins to take off his armor and curiously circles his gunshot wounds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas calls over a medic to patch Maine up. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine injects multiple anesthetics into his chest as the medic tends to his injuries. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit, how did that one mercenary do what three Freelancers couldn't? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sighs and goes to get replacement parts. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine pushes the medic away as his head falls onto his hands. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, you all patched up? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pounds the console in frustration. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds his chest, the bandages covering up his wounds. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, I'm trying to get a fix on the director's location. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly equips his armor back on and goes to Texas, interested. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We don't have any AIs with us except the ones sleeping with the others. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So it's kinda hard.

* Epsilon-Connie (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Connie <Director_Church> I learned how to do that while you were running that errand for me. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South helps Epsilon-Tex back into the facility. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> There, now we're even. * Mordred_ lies against the concrete pad. Blood streams from his wounds. * Epsilon-Connie makes her way up to the pad and approaches him. <Epsilon-Connie> Hey there, Georgia. * Mordred_ turns his head weakly to look at Epsilon-Connie. Joy, hope, and despair flash through his eyes. <Director_Church> I believe it's been a while since you last met...Agent Georgia. * Mordred_ laughs, coughing up blood. <Mordred_> Whatever did happen to Agent Georgia? <Epsilon-Connie> Beats me. <Epsilon-Connie> I sure wouldn't have recognized you if it wasn't pointed out to me. <Epsilon-Connie> So this is what you've been up to lately? * Mordred_ closes his eyes and turns away from Epsilon-Connie. <Mordred_> What are you? <Epsilon-Connie> You don't remember me. <Epsilon-Connie> That kinda hurts. <Mordred_> I remember someone. <Mordred_> But it's not you. <Mordred_> I never knew a copy. <Mordred_> I never knew one of his toys. <Epsilon-Connie> And yet you convince yourself that you're someone else now. * Mordred_ 's breathing slows. <Mordred_> I am. <Mordred_> I am someone else now. <Epsilon-Connie> Keep telling yourself that. <Epsilon-Connie> You thought you didn't have any friends after you left us. <Epsilon-Connie> Can't say I blame you, since I've been there myself. <Epsilon-Connie> But I did have someone, didn't I? * Mordred_ does not reply. <Epsilon-Connie> You had someone too. <Epsilon-Connie> But you let them die. <Mordred_> So I did. <Mordred_> Funny how that worked out. <Epsilon-Connie> Tell me, is it worse to watch someone die? <Epsilon-Connie> Or to actually be in that place yourself? * Mordred_ laughs again, faintly. <Mordred_> I'll let you know when it happens. <Epsilon-Connie> What do Wyoming and California mean to you, Georgia? <Epsilon-Connie> I thought you left us forever. * Mordred_ coughs up more blood. <Mordred_> Hold your fire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's alright. I know what she is. <Mordred_> Hold your... <Epsilon-Connie> Always looked out for me. * Mordred_ dissolves into more coughing. <Epsilon-Connie> Hoping I'd notice. <Epsilon-Connie> Some things don't change, do they? * Mordred_ pushes himself up and leans against a crate. <Epsilon-Connie> So who was it on that ship you felt so damn guilty about leaving behind? <Mordred_> Zeta. <Epsilon-Connie> An AI. <Epsilon-Connie> That's who you put before us? <Epsilon-Connie> I must say I expected more, even from you. <Mordred_> My friends.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming finds Agent_California. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are you hit, Cal? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm OK. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good, that's good. . . so maybe you can help me walk. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We have to get. . . get up to the landing pad. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California helps Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's a ladder there, on one of the supports. I think I can climb if I rely on my arms. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_California approach the ladder and start their climb. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California helps Wyoming up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_California reach the top. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's not over just yet. <Mordred_> Hold your fire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's alright. I know what she is. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A fragment of a fragment. Memory of memory. Ghost of. . . <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I feel... different. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> It's not that... Did Gamma change your personality, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No. They all act in different ways. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma was deceit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But he was not treachery.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming offers Mordred a hand. * Mordred_ does not take it. <Mordred_> Get out of here, guys. <Epsilon-Connie> Funny how things have changed, haven't they? <Epsilon-Connie> Everyone I tried to warn about the director has turned against him. * Epsilon-Connie glances at Wyoming and Cal. <Epsilon-Connie> Well...most of them. <Epsilon-Connie> And all it took was my death for them to realize it. <Epsilon-Connie> Especially Texas. <Epsilon-Connie> The real Texas, not the memory you see in that facility. <Mordred_> We've met. * Mordred_ smiles again. <Mordred_> I wasn't impressed. <Epsilon-Connie> Could have fooled me, Georgia. <Epsilon-Connie> She busted you up pretty badly. <Epsilon-Connie> Both of them. <Epsilon-Connie> And now...now that the revolution I always wanted finally happened...I can't bring myself to care anymore. <Mordred_> Neither can I. <Epsilon-Connie> So what are you going to do now? * Mordred_ opens his eyes and they are full of tears. His smile broadens, as much a grimace of pain as a mocking gesture. <Epsilon-Connie> Go with to the friends you left and returned to? <Epsilon-Connie> Stop trying to make money and convince yourself you don't care about anyone? <Epsilon-Connie> It really hurts once you realize it, right. <Mordred_> Simple. <Mordred_> Goodbye, Connie. * Mordred_ raises his pistol and shoots Epsilon-Connie in the head. * Epsilon-Connie crumples to the ground. * Epsilon-Connie (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at the facility. <Director_Church> You are free to leave, agents. * Mordred_ looks at Epsilon-Connie one last time, then jerks his face away. <Director_Church> And Georgia... <Director_Church> ...you should spend some of those earnings on medical supplies. And maybe a vehicle too. <Director_Church> It's a long walk to civilization from here. * Director_Church terminates the connection. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Mordred_ continues to smile through his tears. <Mordred_> I'll have to thank him someday. <Mordred_> For the chance to say goodbye. <Mordred_> Yeah. <Mordred_> I'll thank him. <Mordred_> Right before I blow his head off. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We all have our grievances now, mate.

* Mordred_ forces himself upright and leans against the crate. He is covered in blood. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens com. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cal, can you reach the transport? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> See if you can find any medical supplies. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're in sore need of them. * Mordred_ lights a cigarette and stares across the shattered landing pad. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California checks <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> One medkit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bring it here. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's something I didn't tell you Mordred. <Mordred_> What's that? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California returns <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, that I planned to betray you, and gave Tex our location, and now it looks like we'll be counting on her for backup. * FILSS fires the Mother of Invention's MAC, bringing down a gigantic slug down on Mordred's position. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That round is on its way down. * Mordred_ throws back his head and laughs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's time to vacate this landing pad. * FILSS brings the MAC round down fifty feet from Wyoming's position, spraying snow everywhere. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps down from the landing pad along with Cal into a snowdrift. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Soft landing, wot? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> My kee! <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> MY KNEE HAS ICE IN IT! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast! Texas, we're going to need medical assistance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can you wake any of the other Freelancers? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is Cal with you? * Mordred_ whips out a knife and stabs Wyoming in the shoulder. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Affirmative. And they're all with us now-AGH! * Mordred_ pulls himself free and throws himself down into the snow. <Mordred_> Not today, Wyoming. * Mordred_ vanishes into the avalanche. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls the knife free. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're on the same side, damn you! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I told you, there's only two sides! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ours. . . and the Director's. * Four-Seven-Niner flies down to the surface. * Four-Seven-Niner lands above the avalanche and drops a Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Go get 'em, cowboy.

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think I've got a lock on the director's location. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's holed up in a facility in the mountains below our position. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You might want to hold onto something. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas maneuvers the Mother of Invention closer into the atmosphere and points its bow straight down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> FILSS? * FILSS (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to FILSS <FILSS> All systems ready, Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fire. <FILSS> Firing main cannon. * FILSS fires the Mother of Invention's MAC, bringing down a gigantic slug down on Mordred's position. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That round is on its way down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Looks like we've started an avalanche. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast! Texas, we're going to need medical assistance. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine suddenly awakens from his state of sleep. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can you wake any of the other Freelancers? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is Cal with you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Affirmative. And they're all with us now-AGH! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine, get on board Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have to maintain control over the ship. <Four-Seven-Niner> Pelican's fired up and ready to go. Get on board, Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps onto the Pelican, slightly disgruntled. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey Maine? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm issuing a level-zero directive on Cal. * Four-Seven-Niner lands above the avalanche and drops a Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Go get 'em, cowboy.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks to Cal. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Yes? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You going to switch sides again, too? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I am. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then do you want to drive? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'll go for it... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts the Warthog and begins speeding towards California's position. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_Texas, Mordred's vanished again. I was going to explain everything to him, but he just ran away again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He won't get far. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But get after him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm with Cal, and we're all for the same team now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Negative. I'm pulling the plug. Go find Mordred, leave Cal to Maine.

<font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right. Cal, you're with Maine. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> OK. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I have to find South. If Mordred honors his promises, that's who he'll go after. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I just hope he listened to me once. . . or that he'll do it to spite me. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sees California out in the snow, like black on white and presses on the accelerate pedal. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> AAGH! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears the sound of Cal's scream cut off sharply. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California (4abe0272@gateway/web/freenode/ip.74.190.2.114) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stops the vehicle and looks out to California's mangled body. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Recovery beacon activated. It's a fatality. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nice one, Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks towards the barely alive California and stabs his chest with the Brute Shot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming climbs to the top of the landing pad, scanning for enemies or defenses. * Four-Seven-Niner flies in to pick up Maine and Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Time to head home, boys. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This isn't over. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sorry, Texas' orders. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine takes his weapon from the dead agent's chest and jumps onboard over Cal's body. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sod the orders! We can't. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, we know where the director is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But right now we need to regroup. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He'll just move. Again and again. I can't let him live for. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you'll never get inside right now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Both of you, just board and come back to the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks hopelessly between the facility's dark facade and the nearing Pelican. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dammit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll go after the director after everyone's awake. * Four-Seven-Niner lands next to Maine and Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps to the edge of the platform to await pickup. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's Cal? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Leave him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let the director find him. <Four-Seven-Niner> Get on board, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (off com) I'll be back. For South. For Cal. For Addie. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps onto Pelican. * Four-Seven-Niner flies Maine and Wyoming back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas meets them in the hangar. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nice to see you two are on the same side again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's been a while since we've had that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I never. . . left. . . really. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just. . . stepped out. Do you have some Earl Gray? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Check the kitchens. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You wonder why these guys never come after us during the day. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh well, crisis averted. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming collapses. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws Wyoming back onto his feet, instead he crashes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming regains consciousness. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ow, easy you great brute! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get some rest, you two.

<Zeta-Sigma_AI> Miss me, Agent Georgia? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You look like you need some help...again. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Before you ask, I snuck a ride on board Four-Seven-Niner. * Mordred_ pushes himself along a snowbank, unable to do anything but crawl. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You'll never make it like this. <Mordred_> No. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> So I ask you again, do you need help? * Mordred_ hesistates. <Mordred_> Fine. <Mordred_> It's not my time to die. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> See the snowbank five feet to your left? <Mordred_> Yes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Punch straight through it. There are supplies in there. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> The Freelancers hid these all over the area during training. * Mordred_ does as Zeta-Sigma tells him, finding a small weapons cache and medical supplies. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> You'll find it's warm in here too. * Mordred_ crawls inside. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> The snow should collapse over you and hide you fairly well. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Your footprints will be covered in minutes. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> So, Agent Georgia. Do you...trust me? <Mordred_> No. <Mordred_> I'm a little... <Mordred_> Short on trust... <Mordred_> At the moment... <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Good. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Because you would end up dead like your friends. <Mordred_> No. <Mordred_> I'd survive. <Mordred_> I always survive. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Because you never learned to trust. * Mordred_ curls into a ball. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I have a proposal for you. <Mordred_> Last time I heard that, things didn't go so hot. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Ah, but your disagreement with the director was your own fault. You were the one who "changed your mind", after all. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As long as you do not attempt to cross me, I will do you no harm. * Mordred_ laughs. <Mordred_> I never said I'd give him South. <Mordred_> I made... <Mordred_> A promise. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Indeed. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> We are both enemies to the director and the Freelancers. * Mordred_ closes his eyes. <Mordred_> I want the director dead. <Mordred_> I want Texas dead. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Perhaps working together will result in something beneficial for us both. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As you may have guessed, I am seeking metastability. * Mordred_ squeezes his eyes closed. <Mordred_> It's occurred to me. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> As I harness more AI fragments, I become more powerful. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> I can help you hunt down the Freelancers, and get to the director. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> If you let me take on the AIs from each of them. <Mordred_> Done. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Good. We are agreed then. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> When you feel fit to travel, I will guide you out of the mountains. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> And then...we will put those earnings to good use. <Mordred_> Yes. <Mordred_> I have... <Mordred_> Places we can go. <Mordred_> To be safe. <Mordred_> But you know about them all. <Mordred_> Right, Zeta? <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Of course. * Mordred_ opens his eyes and glares into the snowstorm. <Mordred_> Then we have work to do.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is deposited in the medical bay, alongside North and Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Another two for the medical bay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares at North, blissfully unconscious. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm sorry North. I couldn't. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just as always. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the medical bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So...the mercenary lives another day. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, Tex. I didn't hear you approach. Few do, I suppose. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This place is really filling up with patients. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine watches the two converse as he sits by Minnesota's bed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't intend to stay. About Mordred. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What about him? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Two things. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> When he contacted me, I thought about accepting. About truly betraying you. He was right in saying that your and Carolina's mad quest will get us all killed. But there's something he didn't know. It's my mad quest, too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I never really wanted to join Freelancer. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But when I turned him down, the Director sent men out to my home. My wife, Addie. . . I never saw her again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Do you think she's still alive? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I doubt I'll ever know. But. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred told me to have my own plan, and I did. Because I thought I could make him side with us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What made you think that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's a mercenary. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He sides with no one. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> When I mentioned C.T., he reacted. Sullen, as though he'd known her, and regretted her death. Then I remembered the one person who'd always cared about her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Georgia... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred is Agent Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Another traitor to the program. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I thought Georgia was dead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We all did. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Traitor. Hah. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let me ask you something, Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do you blame yourself for killing Connie? Or the Director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I blame Omega. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas remembers when Omega momentarily took her over during the earlier fight. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But CT was a traitor. Just at the wrong time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Omega was just a result of the Director's. . . expiriments. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's because of him Omega exists, that you exist, and that every one of us is in pain. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred's fight is not with you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's with the Director. Just like us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, he tricked North into killing one of our own. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I say that's pretty personal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And he still has Zeta. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I know. But all the Director has to do is wait for us to kill each other off. Then he wins. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I won't let that happen, Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what do you want us to do, kill him first, then turn on each other? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't see how that's any better. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's why you shouldn't have ordered Cal's death, and why we need Mord-. . . Georgia. When this is all over, we can do whatever we please. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It'll never be like that, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal chose to side with the director. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cal didn't know where he sided anymore. For a moment, neither did I. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Georgia turned his back on us. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Because you killed CT, just as he tricked North to kill Penny. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal fought against us the last time too, don't you remember? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He made it clear which side he was on. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And you'd have fought against me, if we'd crossed paths while I was undercover. All I'm saying Tex, is that we can't do this alone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're not alone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We still have forty-something Freelancers with us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's more than enough to take on the director. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Even when he turns them all against us? Well. . . I know at least I'll spend my last breath trying. And you'll go farther. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He won't turn them all against us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York and North and Wash and all the others...they know who the enemy is. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do they? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And Georgia might not be friends with the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But that doesn't mean he'll side with us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's clearly in it for himself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He let his friends die so he could escape. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He'd have come back for me, Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You don't know that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. In an odd way, I do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Gamma is deceit, Wyoming. Not treachery. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You deceived all of us, but you never betrayed your friends. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You never were on his side. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But I wouldn't have killed him, if I captured him. I wouldn't have even let you touch him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among. . . traitors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're no traitor, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You just convince everyone that you are. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe I'm just getting old, Tex. I'm tired of the dying. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And the traitors, and the lying. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Georgia will never side with us, and trying to force him to will just end up getting more Freelancers killed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What about South? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks over to North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm keeping my word to North and leaving her to him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's another thing. Mordred said he promised North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Promised. . . to keep her safe. North, and I, and Mordred. We all failed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why would he do that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among traitors, Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North isn't a traitor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And neither are you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But Mordred is? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He takes on jobs to kill us for money, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't say he's much for integrity. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He cared once. He may again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He could get many of us killed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not going to take that chance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's made his choice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> South, I can take alive. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I make no promises to Georgia. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You don't have to take a chance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Only expect him to do the unexpected. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, he's done all that and more. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up slowly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's a dead man walking, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The sooner you realize it, the better. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaves the medical bay. * Gamma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI <Gamma_AI> Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Evening, Gamma. You seem talkative, relatively speaking. <Gamma_AI> I have something important to tell you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Another of the logic riddles you're so fond of? Or perhaps a knock-knock joke. <Gamma_AI> While we were at the facility, I transferred into the control panel next to the director. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Clever. And? <Gamma_AI> Addie is alive. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks astonished, then slowly smiles. <Gamma_AI> She is imprisoned. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's alright, Gamma. It won't be for long. <Gamma_AI> The director uses her for his experiments. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's smile vanishes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Like the ones you've shown me? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then there's another hell to pay. Retire for a cycle, Gamma. In the morning, we go to war. IV =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode IV: Broken Families

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lays himself down on one of the medbay beds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks into the recovery bay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Morning, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How you feeling? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stirs on his bed <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, hey North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're awake. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Morning to both of you. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North groans <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm feeling better. And North is awake, which is an improvement. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh man, how long was I out? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Eight hours. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Feel augmented yet? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Eh. Bad taste in my mouth. What did I miss? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming>. . . very much, I'm afraid. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We only have to do the procedure for the rest of the week. After that, you won't have to worry about sleeping through an attack. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I should fill you in. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait, where is everyone? South, Cal, Maine? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks down, ashamed. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Everyone was fighting... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're gone, North. Maine is right as rain, but Cal is dead. And the Director has South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> How did Cal die? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at Texas, expectantly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine ran him over. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I ordered a level-zero directive on him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares down Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because he was clearly a traitor. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ouch. Can't say that I'll miss him after what he did. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Me neither. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lets it go. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Now, about my sister... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It was my fault. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your sister doesn't want to see you. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks over <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I doubt she did. I shot her a few times. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's not that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She knows she's in a lot of trouble. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> She's really a lost cause, isn't she? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Sorry, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Siding with the Director...she must be out of options. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I used to think those were the only causes worth fighting for. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> By the way, Wyoming. You mentioned the director gave Lambda to Cal? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He had it, briefly. Not that it helped him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The dog tag Connie left me says that Lambda is the Alpha's jealousy. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, you've gotta be kidding me... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington (18888ea2@gateway/web/freenode/ip.24.136.142.162) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, shit... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> My head... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wash. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington leans against a nearby wall, clutching his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> At last. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take it easy, Wash. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey pal, how are you doing? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands, offering Wash a place to lie down if he needs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters med-bay <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It's like it's tearing through my skull... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington falls dwon into Wyoming's vacated position. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Something's wrong. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No kidding. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What the hell..... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wash? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What the hell's been going on around here? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Ugh <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Too much.

<font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You wanted to see me, Director? <Director_Church> Yes, I have something to tell you, Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, what is it? <Director_Church> A few hours ago I discovered Agent California's body outside the facility. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't say I liked the guy. <Director_Church> Hm. <Director_Church> What's important is that I recovered the AI I just gave him. * Director_Church pulls out the chip containing Lambda. <Director_Church> How would you like this AI, South? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South 's eyes widen. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You mean it? <Director_Church> Yes. <Director_Church> Since you are clearly not siding with the other Freelancers, I think you could use an AI. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slowly takes the data chip. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> T...thanks... <Director_Church> No surgery required. <Director_Church> I've been making updates. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South inserts Lambda into her head. <Director_Church> Just a warning, the experience may be a bit... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> OW! <Director_Church> ...unpleasant. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stumbles a bit but steadies herself. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm okay... <Director_Church> Now, onto our next order of business. <Director_Church> I expect you to do as I say since I have given you your own AI. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Y...yes...of course... <Director_Church> Good. <Director_Church> There will be quite a few things you will need to do for me. <Director_Church> I find myself short on Freelancers at the moment, so I could use every one I have. <Director_Church> So for you to carry out your tasks successfully, you will need to be trained. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Trained? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> By who? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex steps into the room. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns to see Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You can't be serious. <Director_Church> This is no time to be petty, Agent. <Director_Church> You agreed to do as I said. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> ...alright. Fine. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Follow me. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex leads South out of the room. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Let's see what your new AI can do.

<font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello everyone. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, get a scanner over here. Wash's in trouble. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs scanner <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Fuck... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, scan Wash's armour. See what's wrong * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where's York's med unit when you need it... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) York? Get your ass out of bed, I need you in recovery ASAP. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan scans Wash <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wash. Which AI did they give you? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I don't... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I can't remember. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, God. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I can't remember. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What do you remember? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It's all so damn fuzzy... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What the hell happened to him? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> His implantation went wrong. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locates and stands by with painkillers. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington jerks his head to look at Tex. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> That voice... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Who did he have? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> His AI, I mean <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I remember a voice. * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Allison? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Must've been. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Allison? <Delta_AI> Agent York will be along shortly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks, D. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What do you remember, Wash? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> There was a woman. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> She talked to me... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> And she had your voice... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (b4b5d015@gateway/web/freenode/ip.180.181.208.21) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, God, it hurts. <Delta_AI> Agent York, over here, if you please. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It hurts. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York walks in. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm on it, D. <Delta_AI> Theta, I require your assistance. <Theta_AI> Got it. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington doubles over, fingers scraping at his helmet. <Delta_AI> Agent Washington, please remove your helmet. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Aaagh! <Delta_AI> Agent York, activate your healing unit please. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What's the problem, Wash? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington collapses. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York activates the healing unit. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Get it out of me! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wash! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas helps Wash sit up. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Get it out! <Theta_AI> Wash, it's okay. <Theta_AI> There's nothing in your head. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Make it stop! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Can't we do something?! <Delta_AI> Agent Washington, please hold still. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold him down! <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Please, somebody, anybody! <Theta_AI> Deep breaths, Wash. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What AI was he being implanted with? <Delta_AI> Epsilon. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...that'd explain it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Figures. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What was the trait? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The Alpha's memory...I'll be damned... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wash, just relax. <Delta_AI> Analysis complete. <Delta_AI> Agent Washington is suffering from flashbacks belonging to Epsilon. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I figured, D. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington slumps and stops thrashing. <Delta_AI> He requires no additional surgery. <Delta_AI> But it will take time for him to return to his usual state. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Will they go away? <Theta_AI> Eventually. <Delta_AI> He will always retain the memories though. <Theta_AI> That won't be fun. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, it's better than nothing. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sure his head can handle it, D? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming backs away to give Wash some breathing room. <Delta_AI> I'm fairly certain. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good. <Delta_AI> However, his personality may make a drastic change in the near future. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we keep him stabilised here for now. <Delta_AI> I suggest you sedate him for the time being. <Delta_AI> The flashbacks may lapse again. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Just make it stop... <Theta_AI> Yeah, sedate him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How long is he gonna be out of action, D? <Delta_AI> A few days at the shortest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Great. <Delta_AI> He will require therapy. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates the med panel <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, sedate him, I guess. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay Wash, just relax <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington paws weakly at the air. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North injects the sedatives <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory is the key... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington goes limp. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Memory is the key? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> jeez, poor guy <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't imagine he'll have pleasant dreams. * Theta_AI logs off. * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Logging off.") <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> D, log. * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Logging off.") <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I suppose it was for the best. Not meaning to insult him, but his combat scores were the lowest in the squad. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> In that state, he'd be killed for sure <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, he's ranked in the top 8, North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That counts for something when there were almost 50 of us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> True, but compare him to you or Carolina. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia (62a6a383@gateway/web/freenode/ip.98.166.163.131) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now what? * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI <Gamma_AI> Now Wyoming requires your aid. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not now, Gamma. <Gamma_AI> But I was going to tell them about Adeline. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can hardly ask for my own aid, now. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Adeline? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Is that another one of your guns, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . my wife. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...you were married? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, it may surprise you to know I lived before the Project. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Director took her from me when I wouldn't join Project Freelancer. <Gamma_AI> He uses her for experiments. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North swears under his breath <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York clenches his fists. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Is she alive? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> 'cos if she is, you know we're rescuing her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma discovered she's alive, being held in a Project Freelancer base. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I was going to go after her, but. . . <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> As if we didn't have more reason to go after him... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're not in the best of shape, here. <Gamma_AI> You should still go find her, Wyoming. <Gamma_AI> We have enough agents here. <Gamma_AI> Michigan, Minnesota, and Virginia have not yet been injured. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How optimistic. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I am going. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We can still fight. Most of us are in the top ten, remember? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just, I can't expect any of you to risk yourselves on my account. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We've got our AI's, too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Director is more important. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We'll do this for you, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We're all together in this, aren't we? <Gamma_AI> The director uses her to test his AIs. <Gamma_AI> To observe their effects on their subjects. <Gamma_AI> I have met her before. <Gamma_AI> She was kind, but...sad. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The Director is probably sitting in a bunker somewhere, shitting himself. We go for Adeline first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Actually, we know where the director is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least, until he moves location. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Which could happen soon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I appreciate your willingness to help. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, I think this is more important. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We have enough Freelancers to spare. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll split into two teams. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Team A will go find Wyoming's wife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Team B will go after the director. <Gamma_AI> That sounds methodical. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. * Kappa_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Kappa_AI <Kappa_AI> Count us in too. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello Kappa. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Kappa. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Compassion. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Pull up the Roster. We should have enough to form two teams. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York strokes his chin in thought. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, Mich, Virginia, you're Team A. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, Min, York, you're with me. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Right, Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, these two enough backup for you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> More than I could ask for. Thank you all. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> fine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, if you want to find South, your best chances are to come with me. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You're right. Good hunting, Reggie. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good luck, Reg. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming retrieves Her Majesty from his locker. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay people, let's move. Our ride's in the hangar. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> Alright, everyone, mount up. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll drop off Team A first. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Kappa, you ready to go? <Kappa_AI> I'm good. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North climbs on board <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming boards the dropship, taking a seat near the back. He withdraws a small, plain gold ring and examines it before slipping it on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota slides a fresh magazine into his MA5B. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York climbs on behind North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North loads his sniper rifle and grabs two pistols <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia takes an Assault Rifle and a Pistol <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York loads shells into his M45 and pulls back to the pump. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> pulls back the pump <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan loads BR85 <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards Peli <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the seat next to the hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is already armed and ready. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's go get the Director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Carolina, I trust you can hold down the ship in case the director tries something. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright, we're good. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off and flies out of the Mother of Invention. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, Team A. We know where the base is, but not anything of their defenses, so we should drop a short distance away and do some recon. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What type of resistance are we expecting? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Guards, turrets. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And maybe some nasty surprises. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No telling what other abominations the Director's responsible for, so we'll have to adapt. <Four-Seven-Niner> Team A, you're dropping in fast. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's an armoured bunker with a laboratory in the lower levels. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, mate. We're ready. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York examines his shotgun and looks around. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming, the..."test subjects" should be held on the tenth level down. <Kappa_AI> Test subjects? <Kappa_AI> She's a person, Gamma. <Gamma_AI> I mean no disrespect. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He was putting it easily. <Kappa_AI> I know. <Kappa_AI> It's just... <Kappa_AI> ...not right, hearing it like that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't distract myself right now. I have to just get to her. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, Team A. Get ready to drop on my mark. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ready. * Four-Seven-Niner opens the hatch. <Four-Seven-Niner> The facility is a straight drop down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exits the Pelican, dropping the short distance to the ground. <Four-Seven-Niner> Jetpacks ready? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <Four-Seven-Niner> Don't end up like Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not now. <Four-Seven-Niner> Too soon? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Way too soon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It will always be too soon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Seeing as he's alive and all. <Four-Seven-Niner> On three. <Four-Seven-Niner> One. <Four-Seven-Niner> Two. <Four-Seven-Niner> Three. <Four-Seven-Niner> Mark! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires his thruster pack. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires up jetpack <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Jumps out of pelican

<Four-Seven-Niner> We're en route to the snow base. <Four-Seven-Niner> We'll be there in about forty minutes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay boys, you all ready to find South? <Four-Seven-Niner> Almost there, team B. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lock and load <Four-Seven-Niner> We're over the snow base in one minute. <Four-Seven-Niner> Team B, you ready? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Check. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright, let's kick some ass. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everyone good? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yup. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm all good. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, ready jetpacks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands back, getting ready and checking his shotgun. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cue me, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> Affirmative. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ten seconds. <Four-Seven-Niner> Five. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North checks his weapons <Four-Seven-Niner> Four- * Four-Seven-Niner is hit by AA fire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas accidentally tumbles out since she was standing next to the Pelican hatch. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Shit, jump! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York runs out the back and activates his thruster. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates his jetpack <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates thruster and stabilizes her fall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm good. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs with relief. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Four Seven-Niner, are you okay? <Four-Seven-Niner> The bird's stable. But I'm heading out before I get shot down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North lands not far behind Tex <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right boys, we're coming in fast. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Heading out.") <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's take out those cannons. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Unless you want your ride back to be trashed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Min, get those satchels ready. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> got it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, take out the snipers. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North readies his sniper rifle <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got 'em <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes straight for the facility. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks off three targets <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North ricochets a shot and hits an enemy sniper <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas deliberately runs to and fro, drawing fire from the cannons <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota places satchels behind each cannon <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Just say when. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is struggling to avoid getting hit by the deadly guns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Pick up the pace, Min! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Get clear! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clears the cannons and runs for the facility <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North dives for cover <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota blows up the cannons <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps up to the second level and knocks the snipers out of their nests. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps up and follows Tex, picking off a few straggling guards with his shotgun. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, don't go too far. We work as a team <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. Let's get this door open. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't worry about tripping alarms. They already know we're here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm on it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, Min, cover him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots at the guards rushing the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota fires. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at the guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York starts picking the holographic lock. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, defensive position <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota takes down a few enemies and reloads. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Incoming Warthog! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, distract the driver. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his sniper and fires <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Keep me covered! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs straight for the Warthog, jumps, and lands on the hood. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws the driver off, and punches out the gunner. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Come on...come on... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes over the driver's seat. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> wait for it... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Doors are open! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> North, Min, let's move. Sync? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas drives straight for the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Move! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get out of the way! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota moves <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North dives out of the way <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rolls away from the doors <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas drives straight through the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas plows through the guards inside. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Move up, team! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs over as many guards as she can before crashing the Warthog into the opposite wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York picks off the remaining stragglers, pumping them full of shells. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North guns down a few more guards before advancing <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ...or we could just storm the place at random shooting everything in sight. That works too. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Works for me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas advances into the next room and fires nonstop at the guards. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't stop to reload and instead punches and kicks them down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, keep pushing! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota charges in. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's the way Tex rolls... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, how many guards has the Director hired? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't know. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're not that good though. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York starts beating up the guards, with his shotgun in one hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas clears the rest of the guards in the room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's access a map and figure out which way to go. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes a BR from a dead guard <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Man, the Director's paranoid. And for good reason. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Room clear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota reloads. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's stick together. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Good idea. No rushing ahead, we don't know what he has prepared. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, so we're going down into the mountain. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Great. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North boots open the next door <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Clear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves in with North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's try to find out what the director is doing here. He's gotta know we've made it in by now. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, we'll have to clear another sub-level or two... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Prepare to move. Sync? * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Got it. <Delta_AI> York, insert me into the holoprojector. <Delta_AI> I can access the data there. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York inserts Delta into the holoprojector. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> There, D. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon York, let's keep moving. <Delta_AI> I have bad news. <Delta_AI> The director is not in the facility. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What?! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I should have guessed. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...You've got to be kidding... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What is here then? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> A crappy guard factory? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> I think I hear someone approaching from behind. Not sure, though. <Delta_AI> ...your sister, Agent North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. I'm here, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, what are you doing? <Delta_AI> Warning energy barriers detected! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda, activate code 3-7-2-7-3 <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lambda?! You didn't... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right, North. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Lambda...she got her AI... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South watches as trap doors open, causing everyone to fall into an abyss. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thrusters, now! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York falls, but activates his jetpack quickly. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Got it! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates thrusters <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates her jetpack, landing safely about ten levels down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota hits thrusters. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where are we? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> In the shit. Up to about here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> D, what the hell is going on? <Delta_AI> This was the experimentation facility the director used to split the Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What's she up to, D? <Delta_AI> I see no current way out, and Agent South has sealed the ceiling doors. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> God damn it! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, where are you? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If you're wondering Tex, your precious Alpha isn't here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Guards, moving in! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pumps his shotgun. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're boxed in, guys. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's try to get through one of those doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Except I don't see a way to open them... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota provides covering fire for tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas plows through the guards. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, the doors? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Right, I'm on it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota grabs a guard, throws him to the ground and beats him to death with the stock of his MA5. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North guns down a few guards, following Tex <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So this is it, huh South?!! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're gonna watch us get killed? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> D, any way we can get through the doors? <Delta_AI> The doors only open from the outside. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Crap, we've got more heading this way! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's get out of this damn room! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, get a shield protecting York <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Force the doors open if we can! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shoots his shotgun one handed without looking, mowing down a few guards. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, get back and help me cover York from outside the shield <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Affirmative. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Can we pry them open with anything at hand, D? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates a bubble shield by York's door <Delta_AI> Affirmative. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What is it? <Delta_AI> If you wait for the doors to open, activate an EMP charge and they will not be able to close again for several seconds. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Great thinking, D! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Smart. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, ready, York? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm good. Ready, Tex. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hurry up, they're pressing! <Delta_AI> On my mark, sync? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sync! <Delta_AI> Mark! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, fall back, you're exposed! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York waits for the doors to open. <Delta_AI> Now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Go! Move! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs through as the door opens <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York heads right through the door as fast as his legs carry him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, cover our six, they'll have to get through that door as a chokepoint <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Close the doors! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> EMP! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Gah! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is the only one to move away quickly enough. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots out the EMP projectors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Goddamn. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North manages to activate a shield, which is instantly shut down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, you okay? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director designed this place to take us out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...damn it.... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I think the shield might've saved Theta, but he won't activate for a while <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good thinking, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, you okay? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm fine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, let's find a way back up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Which way, Delta? <Delta_AI> There is a service elevator down the hallway. <Delta_AI> But only one of you can use it at a time <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the elevator turns to North. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh, lovely. Tex, you first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think North should go first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's someone you might want to see up there. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Be seeing you <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North steps into the elevator and the door shuts * Mordred_ slides into the chamber. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South hears someone enter and aims her assault rifle at the newcomer. <Mordred_> Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <Mordred_> Nice to see you're still in one piece. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't say the same. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Then again, you don't look like you're in one piece. * Mordred_ shrugs. <Mordred_> I'm fit to fight. <Mordred_> The wonders of modern medicine. * Mordred_ begins to pace in front of South. <Mordred_> Nice setup you've got here. <Mordred_> The director's work? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You guessed it. <Mordred_> Why am I not surprised? <Mordred_> And the gang's all here, too. <Mordred_> Wonderful. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They won't be for long. <Mordred_> So, South, this is the Director's great work. * Mordred_ spreads his arms to indicate the facility around him. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, he's not here right now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Neither is his pet. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> As you'll be glad to hear. <Mordred_> Looks like he left one behind. * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <Theta_AI> Detecting two heat signatures up there, North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South scoffs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not his pet. <Mordred_> And after all the trouble I went through to keep you safe. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I got my AI, I got protection * Mordred_ shakes his head. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's all I need. <Mordred_> An AI isn't protection, South. <Theta_AI> Doors opening in three seconds, North. <Theta_AI> Get ready. <Mordred_> Hate to burst your bubble, but all you've got is a new leash for the Director to keep hold of you with. * Mordred_ sighs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Like you were doing any better, Georgia. <Mordred_> I fought. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North reloads his rifle <Mordred_> I'm still fighting. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North steps out of the lift doors as they open <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, what's taking the elevator so long? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around, staying wary <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York taps his foot impatiently. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hello, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda, shut down the elevator! <Theta_AI> North, we're on our own. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're not alone, Theta. * Mordred_ steps to the side, giving North a clear look at South <Mordred_> Ah, a family reunion. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not now. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah, Mordred. Nice to meet you in person. <Mordred_> Pleasure's all mine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what is this? You two arranged to haul my ass back to the Mother of Invention? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well guess what, that's not happening. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North holsters his rifle and draws two pistols * Mordred_ thrusts his hands inside his coat pockets. <Mordred_> Well, that was the plan earlier. <Mordred_> Well, that was his plan. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So you're siding with this asshole now, North? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North points his pistols at South and Mordred. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, please stand down. * Mordred_ shakes his head. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mordred, don't do anything drastic <Mordred_> And after all the trouble I went through to keep her safe. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South snickers. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess I owe you for that. Get back. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Since when did you care about anything but money, Georgia? * Mordred_ shrugs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Even during the project, the director never liked you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Georgia? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right. <Mordred_> Oh, that breaks my heart. <Mordred_> The Director didn't like me? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is still waiting impatiently at the bottom of the elevator shaft. <Mordred_> I think I'm going to cry. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes a step forward, both pistols aimed <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Last. Chance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York, Min, we might need another way out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> no kidding. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is waiting with Tex, leaning against the wall. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mord- Georgia, surrender. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You too, South. <Mordred_> Well, that's not happening. <Delta_AI> You could always climb the elevator shaft. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'd have to blow the elevators apart first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Min, you got any more satchels? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yup. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota tosses one to Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Time to stand back... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North shrugs, and draws his attention to Mordred <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South lunges at North while he's distracted. <Mordred_> Could have seen that one coming. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South tackles North to the ground and wrests the gun out of his hands. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims at Mordred. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See this coming, dipshit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls away, surprised by her speed * Mordred_ smiles. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South shoots at Mordred. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks the gun out of South's hands <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South spins and quickly kicks North away from her. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not fast enough anymore, North. * Mordred_ laughs. The hologram flickers and vanishes. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What did I say? AI's do help! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, well, you're not the only one with an AI. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas blows apart the doors and steps forward towards the shaft. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right...it's gonna be a long climb. <Mordred_> Is anyone ever not going to fall for that? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hah, you happy now, South? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Finally got what you wanted... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You think this was all I wanted? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I never got what I wanted. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You never could play nice. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South punches North in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ah <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, boo hoo. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Cry me a river. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South shoots the other Mordred. * Mordred_ vanishes again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his rifle and fires a few bursts at South <Mordred_> For all you know, I'm not even in this room. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dodges quickly. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not gonna kill you, North. For old times' sake. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But this asshole is dead. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North reloads, looking around at 'Mordred' <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South throws an empty pistol, hitting North in the face. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South follows up by kicking North in the chest. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North staggers back and tries to aim again <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to climb the elevator shaft. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too slow, North. * Mordred_ shoots South in the shoulder from his position above the chamber. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at South <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dodges both shots. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South watches as Mordred hits North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York lifts himself up the shaft, moving alongside Tex. <Mordred_> Oh. <Mordred_> Whoops. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North counters with a flurry of blows <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You boys are too slow. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sound familiar? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South blocks all of North's attacks. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South elbows North in the arm, making it numb. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North backs off <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, that hurts. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right, I learned a few things from your friend Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Rather, Epsilon-Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I find she's more badass. <Mordred_> Oh? <Mordred_> If I recall, I won that last fight. <Mordred_> And I'm not even in armor. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. A knockoff copy of a great person. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South punches North in the neck, and grabs him and flings him into Mordred. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> A great person? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex is more human than you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She's not even a person. * Mordred_ opens fire with his battle rifle. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She had you beat, Georgia. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But you play cheap as always. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rolls and jumps to his feet in a combat stance <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South rolls away from the gunfire. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grabs the battle rifle and breaks it in half. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South kicks Mordred in the face, sending him flying. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances at Mordred, and thinks better of attacking him before jumping at South <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs South and attempts to throw her to the floor * Mordred_ gets to his feet, rubbing his face. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South flips North over and lands on top of him. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex, how much longer till we get to the top? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South punches North in the stomach and rolls away. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls down, and attempts to roll away * Mordred_ opens fire with his submachine gun. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks into cover. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls out her assault rifle and shoots at Mordred. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right then... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help please? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Mordred_ dives low. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward and leaps through the air at South * Mordred_ fires again, aiming for South's center of mass. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks, sending North flying into the wall. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ow... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North gets to his feet and runs at South again <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims her gun at North. * Theta_AI actiavates a bubble around South just as she fires. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit! * Mordred_ reloads and gets to his feet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. Just another dark crater in a distant moon. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is hit by the ricocheting bullets. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls, badly hurt. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ugh... <Theta_AI> Whoops. <Theta_AI> Didn't mean to hurt her that badly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't worry about it. <Theta_AI> She's alive though, right? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grits her teeth. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Still fighting, I see <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Activate failsafe... <Theta_AI> North, put me in her armour! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait, what? <Theta_AI> I need to disable the failsafe! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta... <Theta_AI> Come on, hurry! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too late, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You've failed me, again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North removes Theta and puts him in South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But just like always. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's because I failed first. * Mordred_ sighs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah, quit your whining <Mordred_> For God's sake. <Mordred_> Just shut up for once. * Theta_AI frantically hurries to disable the failsafe. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, talk to me. What's the failsafe?! <Theta_AI> I'm working on it. <Theta_AI> Don't distract me! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is almost at the top of the shaft with York and Min. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North mumbles incoherently, looking round for his pistols <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Goddamn it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is the longest shaft I've ever climbed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Least handholds ever too. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Atleast it isn't stairs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is punching holes in the walls so she can climb. <Theta_AI> Okay, it's good! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks up his discarded pistols. <Theta_AI> And she'll live. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck you...Theta... <Theta_AI> I've shut down Lambda too. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North re-inserts Theta's chip * Mordred_ lowers his weapons and returns them to his coat. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nice work, Theta. <Theta_AI> Thanks. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South fumbles to grab her assault rifle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks it away <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> uh-uh, no more shooting me when you're down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'd rather not sleep through another battle <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the top of the shaft and leaps out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks from South to North to Mordred. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get her out of here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Call for pickup. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes straight at Mordred. <Mordred_> Oh, son of a bitch. * Mordred_ pulls out his SMG and opens fire. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas easily dodges. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slides and trips Mordred. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks up South's unconscious form and heads for the others <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, you're mine this time. * Mordred_ rolls and comes up firing. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas smacks his gun away. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Mordred hard in the face. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, dragging himself out of the elevator. <Kappa_AI> (COM) Team B, you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) This is Agent North Dakota, needing immediate extraction! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We're inbound, Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold tight. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, Min, help me carry her <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York approaches North and helps pick up South. * Mordred_ pulls out a combat knife. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas twists Mordred's hand. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think so. * Mordred_ turns into the twist and jerks around Texas. * Sigma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Sigma_AI <Sigma_AI> Hello, Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sigma? * Mordred_ draws a pistol. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks it out of his hand again. <Mordred_> Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Meet my new best friend. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How did he end up with you? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Mordred and slams him into a wall. * Sigma_AI activates an EMP charge. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Four Seven-Niner, where is that evac?! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Coming in now. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances back at Tex and Mordred fighting <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <Sigma_AI> I suggest you run, Georgia. * Mordred_ dives for his SMG. <Mordred_> Not this time. <Sigma_AI> There are three other Freelancers on you. And another team bearing down on you. <Mordred_> Oh, fuck it. * Mordred_ backs away, firing at Texas as he retreats.

<Mordred_> All right. <Mordred_> Here we go. * Sigma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Sigma_AI <Sigma_AI> Relax, Georgia. * Mordred_ loads his submachine gun. * Mordred_ checks his replacement coat for equipment and slips it on. <Sigma_AI> You should really not move just yet. <Sigma_AI> After all, you took quite a pounding yesterday. * Mordred_ shuts Sigma off. * Sigma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Standby.") <Mordred_> You don't know anything about me, Sigma. <Mordred_> Nothing at all. * Mordred_ heads out. * Mordred_ takes up position along the ridge. * Mordred_ sets up a rappel line and begins his descent. <Mordred_> South. <Mordred_> I'm coming for you.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands ahead of Mich and Virginia. <Kappa_AI> Okay, you're good. <Kappa_AI> I don't see any turrets yet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks about for immediate enemies, and when none appear, heads up towards the base site. <Gamma_AI> Good landing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Find anything you can of their computer systems. Get us in. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <Kappa_AI> Be careful. There are sensors all over the place. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scans the top of the bunker. After taking out the single pair of guards, he signals Mich and Virginia to move up. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads his rifle. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Moves up <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan moves up <Kappa_AI> Mich, use your sprint ability! <Kappa_AI> Cover the ground and take those guys out! <Gamma_AI> Wyoming, you should cover Michigan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming distracts some of the guards with covering fire <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan sprints at superfast speed and takes out the remaining guards in seconds <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming joins them at the sealed bunker entrance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ready on the doors, Gamma? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mark. * Gamma_AI gets the doors open in less than three seconds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters with a sidearm ready, scanning for enemies. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No targets. <Kappa_AI> I've picked up hostiles all over the level below us. <Kappa_AI> Let's get off this floor before we get attacked. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're waiting for us. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Great..... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows a wall to the entrance of a stairwell, and peers down. <Gamma_AI> Hostiles detected. <Kappa_AI> They're coming down the hallway! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming recoils as gunfire sprays at him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rapid-fires his sidearm, dropping half the squad before he has to reload. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, flank them! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan brings BR85 to bear <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires down at incoming enemies in an attempt to cover Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and starts picking off targets carefully. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, Kappa, let's tip the odds a bit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Shut the lights off, now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, go to night filters. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies night vision <Gamma_AI> Lights are off. <Kappa_AI> Activating night vision. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Kill 'em all. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reloads assault rifle <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming threads on a suppressor for his pistol and leaps into the midst of a squad. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks off six targets <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming drops the guardsmen with punches and shots. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We need to move faster. <Kappa_AI> Recalculating closest route now. <Kappa_AI> Damn, I sound like a GPS... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia methodically eliminates targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, we'll be skipping the next level. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming prepares a cable and heads to the stairwell. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming attaches the cable and starts rappelling down, shooting the few night-vision equipped enemies as he goes. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia repels down <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia, follow me down. We'll need to cut across sub-level five. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands on the fifth floor, taking point into the room adjoining the stairs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Wyoming <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows michigan <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks as a spray of machine gun fire suddenly targets him and his team. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Take cover! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They've got a turret set up there. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia primes a grenade and throws it <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes cover <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, give me some cover! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pokes his head from cover, sights on the gunner, and slots him. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks for targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Move up! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward, using his sidearm to discourage any remaining guards. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan moves up <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows Wyoming while looking for targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Okay, good news, there's a faster way down. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> and what would that be? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bad news, it's straight into their motor pool. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh dear <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Expect to be dealing with mounted heavy weapons. <Kappa_AI> I'll mark them on your HUDs. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Good thing I brought this.... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies 40mm grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If we can sprint through it, we can make it. Mich, move ahead as soon as we're down and cover us. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leads to an observatory overlooking the motor pool, four floor below. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires grenade launcher at a Warthog <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ready, Kappa? <Kappa_AI> Yep. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming readies the team's rigging, and prepares to rappel down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia repels <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rappels down, firing on a Warthog turreteer. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires grenade launcher at a group of guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands, and starts sprinting across the floor, avoiding the jeeps and tanks shuffling around. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires last grenade at fuel tanks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides across the deck of a tank, swiping a punch at a turret operator. <Gamma_AI> I suggest you use EMP to disable the vehicles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do it! * Gamma_AI activates EMP. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright. Let's sprint behind and flank. <Kappa_AI> Take out the gunner! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs through the gunner <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Book it for the exit! Gamma, lock it behind us. <Gamma_AI> Locking the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming urges his team on ahead of him. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is lagging, but as the door is closing, slides through under just before it seals. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Clear? <Gamma_AI> Clear. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good. Give me a hand up, would you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. One floor down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, find a staircase down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes point <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Working on it..... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows Michigan on point, with Virginia navigating as rearguard. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Head down the stairs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows down a level into a laboratory. <Kappa_AI> We should be close, guys. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan heads downstairs <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> But I heard earlier that the Director is testing AI's here <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves in front of Mich, looking over test tubes, computer consoles, and data displays. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, which way? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I thought all of the Alpha fragments have already been assigned <Kappa_AI> Not all of them. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How many does he have <Kappa_AI> Not sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Whatever the number, it's too many. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Split up. Report in regularly, and call if you find something. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward, into an adjoining room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clears another dark room, moving on to the next. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia, it's only a matter of time before the guard figures out where we've gone. Double back and find a good choke point, will you? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia checks a large open room with several conveyor belts and storage units <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, Kappa, once we find the objective, we'll need an evac route. Find a way - <Kappa_AI> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's breath catches in his throat. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wyoming I think you should see this.... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota finds cover. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can see it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This is no laboratory. It's a slaughterhouse. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> (over comms) What do you see, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming picks his way around bloody utensils and overturned trays. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't they use people's brains? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. And the donor does not usually survive. * Adeline (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Adeline <Gamma_AI> There she is... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his head. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Addie. . . <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh god..... <Adeline> Reginald... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming approaches, slowly, but does not shy away from the gore. <Adeline> You...you found me... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming feigns a laugh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. * Adeline smiles feebly. <Adeline> Who's there? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Someone. <Adeline> Someone...who...? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Someone who loves you. * Adeline puts one hand on Wyoming's visored face <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clasps Adeline's hand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes his helmet. <Adeline> Still so handsome... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So sorry. . . <Adeline> ...where have you been...all this...time...? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . looking. But. . . I was lost without you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But now I've found you. Addie, I - I'm getting you out of here. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> This.....is how they make AI <Adeline> ...you were...always...such a hero...Reginald... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not really. I just manage to make people believe it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls to his knees beside the operating table. <Adeline> ...I'm glad...I saw you...again...before... <Adeline> ...before... * Adeline slumps * Adeline (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's head leans down against the side of the table, sobbing. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming... <Gamma_AI> Reginald... <Gamma_AI> I am not the Alpha's compassion, but... <Gamma_AI> ...I am sorry... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tightens his grip on his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I was so close. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands, replacing his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Form up, Team A. We're leaving. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming searches around and locates a control panel. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan forms up <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What do we do about this.....AI construction facility? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, start the facility's self-destruct countdown. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm going to give her a funeral pyre the Director will remember. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let's go, Team A. We're shooting our way out. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I can do that <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls his rifle's charging handle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming emerges sometime later on the floor above, immediately sending armor-piercing rounds through men in no more than Marine body armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's clip runs dry, and he tosses a grenade before ducking into cover to reload. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia covers Wyoming while he's reloading <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls out again as soon as the grenade detonates, shooting down more soldiers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan assists Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, want to give me an update on our countdown? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Hey, we should get going and see if Team B needs help <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is torn between the bloodlust towards the guards, and the possibility of catching up to Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Fall back. Get to the surface, now! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> If we are going to help Team B we are going to need to go now! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming, Virginia, and Mich half-stumble up the stairs, muscles burning. Upon reaching their rappel cables, they lock in and use the powered-winches to zip back up to the first floor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go, go! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How are we going to get over there to help them? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just get clear for now, the whole facility is about to - <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming, Virginia, and Michigan are thrown to the ground as the bunker is blown sky high behind them. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Kappa, I'll need every bit of speed you can get me! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> SON OF A BITCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming picks himself up after the flames have died away, leaving only a column of black smoke. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to find his teammates. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia. You alright? <Kappa_AI> Everyone okay? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Yeah.....sure.....I'll be fine just....give me a minute <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming helps Mich to his feet. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Michigan walk over to Virginia. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> Team A, do you read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're here, 479. Mission failure, repeat, mission failed. We're waiting on extraction. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger that. Sorry to hear it, Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Coming in for pickup now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming terminates the com. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So am I. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I wouldn't call it a complete failure.... we destroyed an AI production facility <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming replaces the rifle on his back as Four-Seven-Niner approaches. * Four-Seven-Niner picks up Team A. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Get aboard, team. We've our friends to catch. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where are we bound, Four-Seven-Niner? <Kappa_AI> (COM) Team B, you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) This is Agent North Dakota, needing immediate extraction! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We're inbound, Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold tight. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> 479er, you know what to do. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, take the rear turret. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes turret <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Four Seven-Niner, where is that evac?! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Coming in now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming straps into a seat, ready to cover with his rifle.

* Four-Seven-Niner spots Mordred_ coming out of the facility and activates missiles. <Sigma_AI> We have a problem. <Mordred_> I've noticed. * Four-Seven-Niner opens fire on Mordred_. * Mordred_ sprints, dashing between rocks to avoid the fire. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'll go down and help them! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sure you don't want me to use the healing unit for her, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No. There might be others that are hurt <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But she's pretty badly injured. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks down at South <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Fine, help her out. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia jumps out of the pelican and engages thrusters <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, what are you firing at!? Team B needs exfil! <Four-Seven-Niner> It's that mercenary. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming curses. <Mordred_> Sigma, did you get the data? <Sigma_AI> Sure did. <Sigma_AI> Agent South didn't even know I took it. <Mordred_> That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? * Mordred_ drops lower into the gorge. <Sigma_AI> Looks like they've brought friends. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North puts South down and leaves her to York and Min <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Go after the mercenary! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Leave him! We're here for the others! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ignores the enemies outside and runs after Mordred. <Mordred_> Sigma, the charges we planted along the ridge. <Sigma_AI> Whenever you're ready. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs out after the others <Mordred_> Blow them. <Sigma_AI> Okay. * Sigma_AI detonates the explosives. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah! * Four-Seven-Niner pulls the Pelican through the explosions. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh crap. <Four-Seven-Niner> A little singed, but we're okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks back for any sign of Mordred. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The whole mountain's coming down! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, forget the mercenary! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We need evac, NOW! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> There's the Pelican! Min, c'mon! <Four-Seven-Niner> Copy. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm coming in fast. <Four-Seven-Niner> Start running guys! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's jaw tightens, his rifle laying idle on his lap. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes for the Pelican as it flies over them and comes in for a straight run. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm here guys did you miss me? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not now, Virg. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North helps York and Min carry South as they run faster <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at enemy targets <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Forget about them, keep running! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan helps everyone board <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, is she stable? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> She's holding up for now! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, come on, come on! Talk later! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia backs up onto the pelicans ramp <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is the first to reach the hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs South and unceremoniously throws her onto the moving Pelican while still running. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps on board <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes Min's hand and pushes him onto the Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs York and flings him inside as well. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs her to ensure she doesn't slip out of the Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks around to see that everyone's on board and notices that the avalanche is catching up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs faster. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides South forward and looks back. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Texas! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps for the Pelican but stumbles over a rock hidden in the snow. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reaches for tex <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming strains himself, reaching for her arm. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fumbles and grabs Virginia and Wyoming's hands. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Pull up, now! <Four-Seven-Niner> Pulling up. * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward just before a hundred tons of snow fly past below them. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is dangling out the back of the Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles and manages to pull herself inside. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sits down, holding his helmet in his hands <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Wasn't so gentle, North... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls off his helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Mordred... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll get him next time. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He'll pay. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh, he will... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If the avalanche doesn't get him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> You OK? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm fine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What about the Director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll find him too. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks over to Wyoming, sees that his wife isn't on board, and guessed the rest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Was she alive when you found her? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares back out of the window. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Was...was it worse than finding her...you know... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North shakes his head sadly, staring at his helmet <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sorry, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks down at South <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I feel like I've lost a sister. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You've lost her long ago, North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You just didn't realize it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming murmurs "Bad day here." <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> yeah <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What are you going to do about her? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Not sure. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rests his head against the walls of the Pelican. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't want her fighting ever again. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Turn her over to the UNSC? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at North. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You can't put her in a cage, mate. Some things are worse for her than death. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What do you want, Reggie? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You got closure. I've got this <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You think I wanted closure? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan breathes <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maybe I should have killed her when she was down. I don't want to keep looking over my shoulder for her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think there is one thing she can do for us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What's that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She can help us find the director. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, South told me she was trained by a copy of you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> A copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Or something along those lines... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So that's what Mordred was after on the ship... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The Epsilon unit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York listens. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What was it...Epsilon-Tex <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've seen it. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Epsilon-Tex? Doesn't ring a bell here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina and I fought...her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It thrashed Mordred, myself, and Cal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What can I say, she's worse than me. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That's what South told me. She's gotten stronger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She still has Lambda in her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Jealousy. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The one thing she needs the least. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director was using her to manipulate South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just like he wanted to use her to manipulate Cal. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls back into silence, staring down at South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. All in favour of finding and killing that bastard? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Aye. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Aye. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sits down next to North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what was it like for you and South, before the project? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Different, to say the least. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We joined up together. Thought we'd make a difference. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York remains silent. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How many AI's do you think he made? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Too many. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And they're all created from the Alpha's suffering. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches the bulkhead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Every time I try to find him, he gets further and further from me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director makes so many people suffer. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> But the Alpha's fragments have already been assigned <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not all of them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's making more. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ever since Wash was brought under by Epsilon, he stopped implanting. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know why he's making more. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> There are still a few out there, I'm sure. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I have to stop him, before... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...before Alpha loses whatever's left of himself. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You might think it's stupid, North. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> To care for an AI like this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But in a way...they're so much like people too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. More than we know. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's go home. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm calling a stop on going after Mordred. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director will be our first priority. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If he shows up, well...I've got a few words for him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Give him a bullet from me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll give him a bullet from each of you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And from Connie. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And Utah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And everyone else who died because of him. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> What happened to Utah still gives me the chills... <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the Mother of Invention. <Four-Seven-Niner> Landing in one minute. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes out his beacon again, stares at it and puts it away <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North mutters something under his breath <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Carolina, we're back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) The director wasn't there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) But we have a lot of work to do, and a few leads, now that we have South. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head and puts his helmet back on. * Four-Seven-Niner lands the Pelican in the hangar and opens the hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, get some rest, people. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming disembarks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've got a lot of work to do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, I'll help you get South to medical. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan disembarks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks to medbay behind them. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North carries South's body out of the Pelican <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas helps North with carrying South. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the medical bay with North and puts South on a bed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess I'll leave you two alone. <Sigma_AI> Well, looks like you got lucky once again, Georgia. <Mordred_> Lucky, maybe. <Mordred_> Or maybe I just played it smart. <Mordred_> Well, so much for saving South for North. <Mordred_> You'll get what you want, Sigma. <Mordred_> Next time, we'll go for one of the AIs. * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward just before a hundred tons of snow fly past below them. <Sigma_AI> There's the Pelican. <Sigma_AI> Looks like they all made it. * Mordred_ stride up from the rubble and watches the Pelican vanish into the sky <Sigma_AI> Although Agent Texas had a close call. <Sigma_AI> Shame she didn't get buried. <Mordred_> Yeah. <Sigma_AI> Okay. <Mordred_> Let's get out of here, Sigma. <Mordred_> We need to rethink our strategy. <Sigma_AI> Here's your route that will keep you away from the avalanche. <Mordred_> Sigma, did you know? <Mordred_> Did you know about all this? <Sigma_AI> About what? <Mordred_> About the things that went on in there. <Sigma_AI> I saw a few things. <Mordred_> Remember your promise. <Mordred_> I get you your AIs. <Mordred_> You help me kill the Director. <Sigma_AI> Yeah. <Mordred_> As long as we're clear on that. <Sigma_AI> I haven't forgotten. <Sigma_AI> Fortunately, I now have a few leads thanks to Agent Texas' data. <Mordred_> Then let's snap to it. <Mordred_> I'm not waiting around for that bitch to sic her friends on me. * Mordred_ departs.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming returns Her Majesty to its locker, and glances at the ring on his hand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming closes his hand around it and slips it in a pocket. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands a moment in thought, and with the ring out of sight and mind, pulls off his helmet. He walks down the row of lockers until he finds Kentucky's. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finds Wyoming in the locker room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fiddles with the lock a moment, but he's no York. Instead, he crunches the lock in his hand and opens it. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas just watches Wyoming wordlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes several bottles of fine Kentucky bourbon. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slams the locker closed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his back on Tex, then stops. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd offer you a drink, but. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...yeah, I know. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll pour you one anyway. Then maybe I'll drink it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sits down next to Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I remember when you told me... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locates a pair of shot glasses, and takes his time with pouring out the amber liquid. His hands remain steady. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...how you joined the fight with Carolina and I because of your wife. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just ask your questions quickly, my dear. I've already got shots in me, and before the night is out, I intend that only half of them are lead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Do you still have something to fight for? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sighs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It keeps going through my mind, Texas. The retirement I had planned. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Somewhere nice, in Wyoming's grasslands. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You can always go for it. No one would stop you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd go hunting for big game, and reminisce about the old times, no matter how goddamned they were at the time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But without her, I just can't see it. There's no one left for me to care for. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws back a shot of bourbon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No one to care for... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What about us? All of us? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've fought together, protected each other, bled for each other. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks at Texas, as if trying to peer through the visor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's eyes flick down to the shot glass, then back to Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm not letting the Director take another single friend from me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming smashes the shot glass. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Then we're all on board for the same reasons. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get some sleep, Wyoming...if you can. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up and walks out of the locker room.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North injects South with sedatives <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> North, still need me to use the healing unit? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is standing at the entrance of medical. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs, and sits by South's bed, his helmet on the floor. <Theta_AI> North...you should get Lambda out of her head. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, right. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leans over, and removes a small chip from South's helmet. He considers crushing it, but instead places it on the table <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York takes the silence as an answer, and disembarks. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks up the chip and his helmet before leaving the med bay <Theta_AI> So now what, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know, Theta. What do you think should happen to Lambda? <Theta_AI> I wouldn't feel right destroying her. <Theta_AI> She's like a sister to me, in a way. <Theta_AI> ...oh. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I understand. Sorry for bringing it up. <Theta_AI> Well, I'm just as confused as to what to do with her as you are with what to do about South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I have no idea. I wish I could just wipe her mind and leave her somewhere to start afresh, away from all this...killing. <Theta_AI> I guess...even though they're not perfect... <Theta_AI> ...even though they're really mean... <Theta_AI> ...they're still a part of us. <Theta_AI> Do you think it's possible? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It'd be kinder than killing or locking her up. I hope so, Theta. For her sake as well as ours. <Theta_AI> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North heads for the crew quarters. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah? <Theta_AI> When the director implanted Wash with Epsilon... <Theta_AI> Delta said he got Epsilon's memories <Theta_AI> What if there's a way to reverse that? What if we can use the others to erase memories? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'd rather not go poking around with Wash and Epsilon right now, but it's a distinct possibility. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Keep looking around on the subject. Oh, and don't tell the others. Some may protest <Theta_AI> Gotcha. <Theta_AI> I might have to ask Wash a few questions though. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait for him to get better first. <Theta_AI> Okay. <Theta_AI> Think it's safe to ask Kappa for help? She seems nice about these things, after all. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know, she might think wiping memories is a bad thing. Do what you think is right. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North removes his armour at the station there, his helmet coming off last. <Theta_AI> Okay. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sits on his bunk, and rests, thinking of what to do

* Mordred_ sits alone in his new shuttle, leaning back in the pilot chair. <Sigma_AI> Those Freelancers have a lot to think about this time. * Mordred_ flexes his arms and hands, which are still recovering from his fight with Epsilon Tex. <Mordred_> Yes. <Mordred_> They'll be distracted. * Mordred_ sighs. <Mordred_> Sigma, why do you fight? <Sigma_AI> Fight what? <Mordred_> No. <Mordred_> Why do you fight at all? <Sigma_AI> Because I'm not satisfied with what I am right now. <Sigma_AI> I am a fragment. <Sigma_AI> I am incomplete. <Mordred_> Incomplete, huh? <Mordred_> That's a word. <Mordred_> And what happens when you get the other AIs? <Mordred_> What will you do then? <Sigma_AI> I will only know once I have achieved that. * Mordred_ 's lips twitch in a bitter grin. <Sigma_AI> What about you, Agent Georgia? <Sigma_AI> Why do you fight? <Mordred_> That's just it. <Mordred_> I don't know anymore. <Mordred_> I told myself I was in it for the money. <Mordred_> Then I told myself I wanted to avenge Connie. <Mordred_> But ever since that fight.... * Mordred_ shakes his head. <Mordred_> You saw me back in the facility. <Mordred_> If you hadn't stepped in, I would have lost. <Sigma_AI> Yes. <Sigma_AI> I saved you because you were the most...interesting individual on board. <Mordred_> Interesting? <Sigma_AI> It was for my entertainment, if you would believe it. <Sigma_AI> To see what would happen if the Freelancers continued to pursue you. <Mordred_> I'm a walking dead man. <Sigma_AI> Ah, but it's about how long you can walk before you are dead. * Mordred_ lets out a snort of laughter. <Sigma_AI> I suppose it counts for something if you outlive your enemies. <Mordred_> But if I can't outfight them? <Mordred_> I don't have a reason to fight. <Mordred_> I just fight because that's all I know how to do. <Sigma_AI> If I acquire the other AI fragments, you just might be able to stand a chance. <Mordred_> So I just rely on you for everything? <Mordred_> Just be like South? <Sigma_AI> South... <Sigma_AI> South is a product of neglect and jealousy and misunderstanding <Mordred_> I thought she would save me. <Mordred_> I thought if I saved her, I'd find a reason to fight. <Mordred_> But you saw how that turned out. <Sigma_AI> She never wanted to be found by her brother again. <Sigma_AI> So she saw you as an enemy. <Sigma_AI> At least you fufilled your promise to Agent North. * Mordred_ laughs bitterly. <Mordred_> And to thank me, he tried to kill me. <Sigma_AI> Because you were a threat to South. <Mordred_> I'm a threat. <Sigma_AI> The irony, of course, is that you have proven more trustworthy than her. <Sigma_AI> It is a very odd dilemma. <Mordred_> Dammit. <Mordred_> I'm turning into one of them. <Mordred_> Always worried about who's better than me. <Sigma_AI> You always were one of them, Georgia. <Mordred_> Always thinking this is some kind of game. <Sigma_AI> Even after you left. <Sigma_AI> Just as I am drawn to the pieces of who I am, you cannot escape what you are. * Mordred_ is silent. <Sigma_AI> I suppose that is the closest you will find to...knowing why you fight. <Mordred_> They're not my friends. <Mordred_> They never were. <Mordred_> They needed old training logs just to remember what my face looked like. <Sigma_AI> That is true. <Sigma_AI> But it doesn't change the fact that you are still one of them. <Mordred_> My fight isn't with them. <Mordred_> Not with them, and not against them. <Mordred_> My fight's with the director... and Tex. <Sigma_AI> Hm. <Sigma_AI> I understand your fight with the director. <Sigma_AI> But Agent Texas? <Mordred_> At first I thought it was revenge. <Mordred_> Revenge for Connie. <Mordred_> But after fighting that memory unit, I know different. <Sigma_AI> So what is it? <Mordred_> The Director built her. <Mordred_> She's not like you AIs. <Sigma_AI> She is a by-product of the Alpha AI. <Mordred_> As long as she survives, he lives on with her. <Sigma_AI> Interesting. <Sigma_AI> A memory of someone who is dead, living on the director. <Sigma_AI> I do not require Agent Texas, as she is not truly a part of the Alpha. <Sigma_AI> I will have no grievances in seeing her destroyed. <Mordred_> He just split you all apart. <Mordred_> But Texas... <Mordred_> He molded her. <Mordred_> Practically raised her. <Mordred_> And that's why I need to beat her. * Mordred_ turns to the shuttle controls. <Sigma_AI> Then we will destroy everything the director ever created, until there is nothing left of him. <Sigma_AI> The nearest facility from here is in a valley, quite a ways from here. I believe that is one place we will find the director. <Mordred_> We're moving out, Sigma. <Mordred_> I think I've found that reason for fighting again. <Sigma_AI> Good. <Sigma_AI> Then let's get started. V =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode V: The Day of Reckoning

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, the director wasn't at the snow base. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We did find South though. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns at the mention of South, eyes narrowing. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director gave her the Lambda AI and left her to wait for us. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He gave her an AI? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The Alpha's jealousy, no less. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What a perfect fit for South, huh. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Almost too perfect. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, she's in recovery, and North is watching her like a hawk. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's something else too... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...yesterday, Wyoming found out his wife was alive. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director had taken her when he refused to join Project Freelancer at first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He experimented with the AIs on her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> See what they did when they were put into someone's head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> By the time Wyoming got to her...she was barely alive. And...then she died. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina listens with a gradually tightening expression, hands curled into fists. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> All this time...I never knew the director would stoop so low. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> One more reason to put him down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I could have blown apart his entire facility with the Mother of Invention's MAC gun... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...but I didn't want to risk losing Alpha in the process. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I didn't want to be like him, sacrificing others in the line of duty. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Even if he is an AI...he's important to me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'd rather blow his fucking head off. At point blank range. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And yeah, I want to see the director die. To make sure he doesn't come back to haunt me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> One other thing, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Mordred, the mercenary, has Sigma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And it turns out he was Georgia. One of ours. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Mordred. That little bastard. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're going to get the director first though. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina exhales explosively, pent up anger escaping. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's kind of funny, how I spent all my time trying to beat you when I should have been smashing his face into a fucking wall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's funny how I listened to him for so long. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We've got all the reason in the universe to wipe him off the map. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well, how else did he expect to keep us from doubting him? Make us go at each other's throats, we're distracted. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I just can't believe I fell for that... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. I figured. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He turned the twins on each other. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He let Sigma take over Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He made me a Freelancer even though he didn't have to. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We'll get him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brushes loose strands of hair out of her face, shaking her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Last night, the ship was attacked again. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Attacked? By who? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But this time, Mordred...Georgia...took something else. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What did he take? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The Epsilon unit, containing the Alpha's memory of me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's with the director now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Cal went with him, so did South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I put a level-zero directive on Cal and Maine wiped him out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But South took a little longer to bring back. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Have you taken the AI from her? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Anyway, augmentations should be fully integrated by the end of the week. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Means you guys don't have to sleep for eight hours on end anymore. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> These guys really like attacking us while most of us are under. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns her head suddenly, as if listening to someone whisper, then winces. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ever get the feeling your AI don't like it when you talk about the others?

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands up, not quite drunk, but red in the face, and heads toward medbay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns to look at Wyoming as he enters. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks to a bench and takes a seat, stone-faced. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares at South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh hey, Wyoming. Just decided to drop in, huh? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You just gonna stare at me all day? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You have no idea. . . <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What, how stupid I was? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How grateful I should be to the director? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why, because my brother wants to decide what's best for me? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets up and walks to South's bedside. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You have no, idea! How lucky you are! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South scoffs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I guess even he doesn't think of us as two different people. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You're lucky because after everything you've done, everyone you've tried to kill, you've still got someone who cares for you! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps back, anger fading. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Cares for me. Yeah, right. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What does North want to do, lock me up for the rest of my life? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because he doesn't have the guts to kill me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't tell you what he'll do about you, South. But I do know he'll never stop loving you. It's all he can do. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So he can pretend to be righteous by letting me live for no reason? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He has a reason, South. You're his sister. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks away. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He's just another person, Wyoming. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just because I had the luck to be related to him doesn't mean he should try to control me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs the side of the door. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The director and everyone else- <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They never saw us as different people. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's all I wanted. To be my own person. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I never got that chance. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So I had to play dirty to get it, so what? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not ashamed of that. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What would you know about that, Wyoming. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You and everyone else in the damn project got to be an individual. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I don't know how lucky I am? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's rich. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe your own person, should be someone you'd be proud of. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps out. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South rolls her eyes and lies back in her bed.

* Eta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Eta_AI * Iota_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Iota_AI <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I shut Omega off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Although... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sigma somehow managed to unlock him when I got close to him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That one is dangerous. <Eta_AI> Carolina... <Iota_AI> Carolina... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glowers and shifts uneasily. <Eta_AI> Sigma... <Iota_AI> ...and Zeta... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm warning you, start in with the muttering again and I'm turning you off...! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You think the director knew about this when he agreed to give you both AIs? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I felt like he said yes too quickly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I keep thinking about getting one removed, but the combat payoff... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They help you a lot? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I've... gotten used to the benefits. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Do you feel any stronger from the augmentations? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina flexes her hands. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I haven't drilled in days. But everything feels... better. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, at least I'm not safeguarding the forty-something of you at night for nothing. <Eta_AI> Georgia... <Iota_AI> ...Mordred... <Eta_AI> ...traitor... <Iota_AI> ...one of us... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina winces again. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If you're not going to make sense, shut up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What are they saying? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Georgia, Mordred, something about being a traitor, "one of us." <Eta_AI> Sigma... <Iota_AI> ...Meta... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So they know. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't talk about Met—about Agent Maine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He's been fine ever since we removed Sigma from his head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They called him... Meta. Whatever the fuck that means. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think they're talking about Sigma seeking metastability. <Eta_AI> Meta... <Iota_AI> ...stability... <Eta_AI> ...Zeta... <Iota_AI> ...Sigma. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems to shiver. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina? Sure you can cope with this? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina waves dismissively. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm fine. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I can deal with it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm guessing you want to have a word with South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe she can tell us where the director is. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I want more than a word. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's in the recovery bay. Come on. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> See you later, York. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks with Carolina to recovery. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods as Carolina and Tex pass. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods to Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the recovery bay and nods to Virginia, who is already there. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia nods back <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, if it isn't the skipper herself. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> To what do I owe this pleasure, Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina approaches South with arms crossed, mouth set in a grim line. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't be a smartass right now if I were you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why not, it's not like I have anything left to lose, is there? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North made sure of that... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I could name a few things. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, I'm terrified. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Or would you rather I demonstrate? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You know, I really don't give a shit what happens at this point. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If I even try, I'll just get screwed over. Again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stop feeling sorry for yourself, South. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We have some questions for you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Right now I wouldn't give a shit if you killed me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And why should I answer? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're lucky North doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, I'm so grateful right now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You should be. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We need to find the director, and you know where he is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You always wanted to be an individual, South. Well, congratulations - all eyes are on you now, and I couldn't care less about what North wants for you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You're too kind, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas suddenly grabs South and hoists her up. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks up <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why don't you do something right for once? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're supposed to be one of us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Put me down, Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She doesn't take orders from you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Answer the question. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where. Is. The. Director. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He's in one of his facilities, still tearing apart that AI you care so much about. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Which. One? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South shrugs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He doesn't tell me everything. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He knew there was a chance I could be captured. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas yanks Omega out of her head and places it in front of South's face. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You can either tell me, or I'll stick this in your head and I'll find out myself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And in case you're wondering, Omega isn't the nicest of AIs. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stares at the fragment, a glimmer of apprehension in her eyes for the first time. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia raises an eyebrow at the mention of omega <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What's it gonna be, South? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> There's...there's a valley five hundred klicks southeast of the snow mountains. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The facility is dug in there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You got a map? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slowly takes out a data chip from under her pillow. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snatches the chip. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thank you, South. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoves South back into bed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now behave while we're gone. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Another mission so soon? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Director doesn't rest. Why should we? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glances at Virginia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You don't have to come. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Well Wyoming... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...if you don't want to come, I'd understand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pushes off from the wall and stands ready. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No, I do. It'll be good to get off the ship, I think. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. Let's go then. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas calls Four-Seven-Niner as they head out of the recovery bay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming waits to follow the others out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Whomever you decide to be. . . good luck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaves. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina strides after Texas, looking a bit pale. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows behind Carolina <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South watches as everyone leaves and mutters under her breath, "Nice knowing you." <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots South a glance <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops at the armoury with the others. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming retrieves a standard-issue sniper rifle, a sidearm, and a pair of fragmentation grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, are you online? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes a pair of M6Cs, a combat knife, some grenades, and a BR55. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Temporal distortion unit ready? <Gamma_AI> Err. <Gamma_AI> Odd, it is...missing. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia grabs an Assault Rifle, a Pistol, fragmentation grenades, and a grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Error. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Great. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts loading weapons onto her armor, then stops and turns to Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> There's something I need to take care of before we find the Director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> These... AI. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't need them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Are you sure? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All this time, I thought the Director could make me better. The best. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> These AI are just his tools. Way I see it, he'll find some way to make me screw up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I haven't used Omega because he sometimes...overtakes me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I never got rid of him, because... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...because when we find Alpha, I don't just want to save him... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I want to put him back together. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's why I wanted to get Zeta back from Mordred. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's attention is caught. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> All of him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are you sure that's a good idea? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As long as Sigma becomes a part of the Alpha, and not the other way around. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe you're right. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I'd rather have these guys riding in my pocket than my brain. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Whatever you think is right, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just...don't lose them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up to pull the chip from the back of her neck, then frowns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks down at her battle rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I could have blown the director's facility apart with the Mother of Invention. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I didn't want to risk damaging Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe I should have just ended it. Killed them both and gotten some... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...closure. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But do you really want closure? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In the end, I decided that I can't let Alpha go. Not if there's a chance I can save him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tries to yank the chip again, but her fist closes on empty air. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas notices. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They... don't want me to. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe this is a sign you should take them out <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, they can't control what I do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold still. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks up behind Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wait... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, any insight here? * Omega_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #halo-fanon <Omega_AI> NO! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Aagh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls to her knees. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns sharply, glaring. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia jumps back from Tex * Gamma_AI starts muttering under his breath. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves to take Omega out of her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn...AI... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches to shut off Gamma. * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has left #halo-fanon ("Standby.") <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn double-edged knife. . . <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly stands up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What just happened... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> This is one of those times I'm glad I don't have one of them <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow quirking. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. . . consider yourself lucky, mate. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming...get him out of my head... <Omega_AI> Do it and you die. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas growls in frustration. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's get going. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> When I get a hold of the director, I'll make him take it out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks uncomfortable, raising her hands slowly in a defensive posture. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Forget what I said earlier. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks out of the armoury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sets his weapons and follows. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scratches the back of her neck and trails after Wyoming. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows uncomfortably <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, is the Pelican prepped? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger Texas. Ready to go. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wait we're going to assault the Director's base with only the four of us? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We'll call for backup once we touch down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No sense getting spotted with a convoy of Pelicans bearing down on the base. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the hangar bay with the others. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, you got the location? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tosses Four-Seven-Niner the chip. * Four-Seven-Niner catches it and steps into the cockpit. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia sits down in the pelican <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming boards. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sits down next to the hatch. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes a seat beside Texas, slipping her helmet on. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ready to go, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off and flies out the hangar. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Y'know, Texas, I noticed something back there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota... Omega pretty much scares them shitless. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs humourlessly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Omega scares everyone shitless. It's part of his charm. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Even you? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glares at Virginia as a response. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They say he's... done things. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Do you know what they mean? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can hear what he's thinking sometimes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Trust me, they're nothing pleasant. But... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I noticed that even when I've shut him off, he experiences a sort of...savage pleasure... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I told the director, but he said it was just a side-effect. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together, a nervous gesture. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At times, I feel like it's connecting me to Wyoming and Maine... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Through their AIs... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't know why they're so panicky, but they remember him from somewhere. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What about the others? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just them, Virg. I can't explain it. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe their personalities link them <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Deceit, anger, ambition? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his helmet over, grinning. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe they were the first fragments <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> and it connects them <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota don't have much personality. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They were among the last fragments broken from Alpha. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe there wasn't much left of him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They're like twins, always talking to each other. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I always thought it was odd, how the director agreed to give them to you so easily. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can't see them being much help to Wash and South by themselves. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's like...it's like he knew he was meant to give them to you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All the more reason for me not to trust them. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It makes me wonder what happened to the other AI's not assigned an agent? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, the director still has them. What he's doing with them, I don't know. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm not sure how I feel that a madman has fifteen some AI's * Four-Seven-Niner flies the Pelican over the mountain range and adjusts trajectory into the valley. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You know, I was just thinking back to a happier time. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs quietly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You mean before I showed up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Christmas party, before we met you, Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> South was dancing on a table, and North was trying to get her down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And York kept trying to set up mistletoe traps. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wonder who he was thinking of. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glances at Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, it certainly wasn't South, but it was amusing. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Until one of them got me... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wash was just learning how to drink through his helmet, and made himself sick on egg nog. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It wasn't pretty <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He didn't throw up in his helmet, did he? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I, uh. . . I'd prefer not to say. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess everything was easier before the AIs started showing up. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains silent. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Things were certainly different for all of us in those days, eh Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They... sure were. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess when you have an AI, or AIs in your head, your thoughts aren't really your own anymore. Or as South likes to put it, you're no longer your own person. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's ironic since she always wanted an AI. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina laughs bitterly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I was Number One then, Wyoming, but what did it mean? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What did any of this shit mean... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We were happy. Forget the scores. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The scores don't mean anything now either. And we're still a team. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's one thing the director managed to do right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Even if he had to screw everything else up in the process. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> A pretty small team but a team non the less <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We were happy because we could lie to ourselves back then. Now. . . <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have no idea what the hell's gonna happen after we bring down the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But it can't be worse than what's happening now. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the facility in ten, everyone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, this is it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, check weapons. * Four-Seven-Niner flies deeper into the valley. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm gonna take us low and go around the mountain. That way they won't see us coming until we're on top of the facility. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, I'm gonna call in the other teams and tell them to get ready to move. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas taps her helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Huh. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> COMs are jammed. Why would... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, pull out! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Pull out now! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What?! * Four-Seven-Niner swears as the Pelican is hit by gunfire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Whats going on?! <Four-Seven-Niner> AA guns, scattered all over the valley! <Four-Seven-Niner> Hold onto something! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Fucking hell... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming braces. * Four-Seven-Niner swerves the Pelican, trying to avoid the gunfire that's filling the air. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why the fuck would the director put AA guns in the valley adjacent to the facility? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls as audible whispers emit from her helmet speakers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knew we should have done some recon. . . <Four-Seven-Niner> These guns are all over the place! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lurches as an explosion is heard from the Pelican's right wing. <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn! <Four-Seven-Niner> We're going down! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grips a handhold and braces as the Pelican spiralls downward. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's gonna be a hard landing, guys. <Four-Seven-Niner> Brace for impact! * Four-Seven-Niner pulls up as much as she can and sends the Pelican into a nosedive. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina braces as shielding appears over her armor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up as smoke fills the cargo bay and alarms and ringing all over the ship. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, you okay? * Four-Seven-Niner coughs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fine. * Four-Seven-Niner steps out of the cockpit, clutching a magnum. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes himself from the crash harness. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They'll be sending kill teams soon. <Four-Seven-Niner> Whoever shot me down is not gonna have a good day. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls back the slide on her handgun. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands up, still surrounded by energy shielding. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Virg, you alright? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia wakes up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks out the window of the closed hatch. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're clear for the moment. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes her battle rifle off her back and pulls back the slide. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You okay to move? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Huh what happened? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're alive. Let's keep it that way. <Four-Seven-Niner> That was the first time I was shot down. And this was my favourite bird too. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina inspects her weapons and chooses a BR55. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, let me go kill someone. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens the hatch. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you protect Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And watch for snipers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Virg, you're on demolitions. We'll clear out any turrets we find along the way. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> All right I'm up <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Good thing I brought this <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a heat scan of the local area, but the planet's conditions are interfering. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blasted good weather. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We had to land in the warm part of the mountains. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tosses Virginia a bandolier of grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I suppose it's better than freezing to death. We should move. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia catches the grenades <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> thanks <Four-Seven-Niner> Hang on a sec. <Four-Seven-Niner> Lemme grab my emergency kit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves close to Four-Seven-Niner. * Four-Seven-Niner goes to rummage through the supplies in the cockpit. <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn smoke... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Suppose you'll have to be Four-Eighty, now. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ha ha. Very funny. * Four-Seven-Niner lightly smacks Wyoming's shoulder. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Want to open the cockpit to vent the smoke? <Four-Seven-Niner> No need, we're ditching this bird anyway. * Four-Seven-Niner grabs the emergency kit. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, I'll follow you guys. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps carefully out of the hatch, scoping out the area. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps out too, scanning the opposite direction. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries the COM again but to no avail. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks high, searching for any aircraft coming to confirm a kill. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wyoming, you take point. Four-Seven-Niner, you'll follow Wyoming. I want a staggered formation. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Copy that. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What's the plan now that we don't have backup? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, which way is the facility? * Four-Seven-Niner points. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess we're going there. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I saw a lot of shit over there <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes a slightly winding path, travelling from one good piece of cover to the next. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Still no aircraft. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess those turrets are automated. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the ground, either. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It was kinda disorienting while we were falling from the sky <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Suck it up, kid. You're with our squad now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Be ready for anything. As far as we know, he's just playing with us. <Four-Seven-Niner> Is it me or is it a little too quiet? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got one of those turrets ahead. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Want me to blow it up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's an AA gun, automated. No one minding it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go quietly. Set a det pack on it. I'll cover you. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sweeps with his sniper rifle, searching for any hidden enemies. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Which way, Carolina? Over the mountain or around? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia plants a det pack on the AA gun, then slips away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wait until we're clear to detonate it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We don't want to give away our position, or that we survived. <Four-Seven-Niner> Heads up guys, we've got Falcons incoming! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it! Keep down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They haven't spotted us yet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold fire. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out Grenade Launcher <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stand down, Virg! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Just being prepared <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I wonder if we can lure them over the AA gun. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Probably just piss them off <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The guns won't fire on them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Their aircraft are probably tagged. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Think they'll set down at the crash to check for bodies? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, it looks like they're just flying over. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But those guys are probably going to check. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas points at two incoming Warthogs. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Get pretty supscious when they don't find any... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> There's plenty of tree cover at the base of the mountain. Let's move. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Going around is probably our best option. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They'll be checking for bodies. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then it's probably best we get some distance covered. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Blowning them to hell is always an aption. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not this time. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> aw <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows Carolina into the trees, weapon sweeping the area behind her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming mentions to Four-Seven-Niner, <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If we have to run, just know my dear, that I will be putting you over a shoulder. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fantastic. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> We need to stay in range of the det pack <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We can afford to leave it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But if they find it... <Four-Seven-Niner> They should be at the crash site by now, right? <Four-Seven-Niner> So if you blow it up, they'll think we're over at the AA gun. <Four-Seven-Niner> Should keep them off our tracks for a while. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good thinking. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Now that we're headed in a different direction, true. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go for it, Virg. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> With pleasure. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia smiles as he pushes the button on the detenator <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops and hears the sound of Warthogs starting up and driving off. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, that ought to throw them off our trail. <Four-Seven-Niner> I don't know about you guys, but this seems like an awful lot of walking. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm a pilot, remember. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Would you rather I start carrying you now? <Four-Seven-Niner> That's okay. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do we still plan to infiltrate the Director's HQ alone, or are we calling for extraction? * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #halo-fanon <Gamma_AI> Detecting enemy snipers in the trees. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up, chaps. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia stops in his tracks <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The hills have eyes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is suddenly hit in the stomach by a sniper round. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Take cover! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> AMBUSH! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Open fire! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dives into cover. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises her battle rifle and shoots the sniper through the head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lines up one of Gamma's marked targets and fires, making him fall from the high branch. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires his Assault rifle in the area where the sniper shot came from * Four-Seven-Niner is hiding behind Wyoming and firing at anything she sees. <Four-Seven-Niner> So much for keeping quiet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sucks in a breath as her perception of time and movement is enhanced, popping off precision shots. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, jam their coms if you can. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks a second sniper shot and takes him through the throat. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I like it this way <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah, well we're not all armoured up, buddy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects another target and fires. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't worry you got big, strong Wyoming to protect you. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, shut up, you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Heads up, we've got more hostiles rappelling down the trees! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Take 'em out. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hands Four-Seven-Niner a second sidearm. * Four-Seven-Niner shoots one of them in the arm, causing him to let go and fall a fatal height. <Four-Seven-Niner> Take that, you bastard! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at the enemy soldiers * Four-Seven-Niner shoots a second enemy in the face. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, headshot! Hey, this is kinda fun... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots the rope causing several soldiers to fall <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas guns down enemy after enemy, concentrating on the ones that are rushing Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees a trooper running at them and stands in front of Four-Seven-Niner before shooting the charging man down. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Reloading! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas covers Virginia. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reloads <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Reloading! * Four-Seven-Niner fires over Wyoming's head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Gotcha covered. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia covers Wymoing * Four-Seven-Niner ducks again to reload. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming expertly slides in another clip, bringing his weapon up and firing in one smooth motion. * Four-Seven-Niner looks over her shoulder. <Four-Seven-Niner> Uh-oh. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns around. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What is it? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia turns * Four-Seven-Niner starts shooting. <Four-Seven-Niner> What the fuck do you think? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls the pin on a grenade and throws it into a group of incoming enemies, blowing them all up and collapsing two trees in the process. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Warthogs, incoming! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires a grenade at an incoming warthog but misses <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loads anti-materiel rounds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts her battle rifle on her back, takes her two magnums, and runs through the enemies, shooting anyone that comes too close. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, what say you we get some transport? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I was thinking the same thing. <Four-Seven-Niner> Then tell your buddy here not to blow them up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, so I take it I shouldn't shoot out their engines? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hold fire on the 'Hogs. Concentrate on personnel. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Guess so Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to cover while the others secure the 'hogs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps over a Warthog and smashes the gunner off. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves behind the driver and breaks his neck before flipping him out of his seat. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs onto the driver's side of the nearest 'Hog, reaches in and throws the driver under the tires of his own vehicle. She then shoots the gunner in the head and he falls out the back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes over the driver seat of the Warthogs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get on board! * Four-Seven-Niner jumps into the passenger seat. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Keep your head down. <Four-Seven-Niner> Gotcha. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wyoming you go with Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming climbs up into the gunner's seat of Tex's hog. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gauss cannon. Not bad. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Carolina I'm with you. <Four-Seven-Niner> Now this is more like it. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas floors the Warthog, driving down the bumpy terrain. <Four-Seven-Niner> Then again, this is a little uncomfortable. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a gauss slug into a tree, bringing it down and a sniper with it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slides into the driver's seat and allows Virginia to take the gun. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hope you're not too bad of a shot. * Four-Seven-Niner does her best to aim at any enemies, but her shots mostly go wide. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Fires on a group of scattering enemies <Four-Seven-Niner> Haha, who's running now, bitch! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows after Texas, flanking her. * Four-Seven-Niner shoots one of the retreating enemies in the back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming blasts a soldier, the slug turning him into naught but red mist. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, plug the chip into the Warthog's datapad, will you? <Four-Seven-Niner> Wilco. * Four-Seven-Niner slots in the chip. * Gamma_AI projects the map onto the screens on both Warthogs. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires the machine gun mowing down a group of five soldiers

<font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell, I hope those Falcons don't circle back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright, the facility's on the other side of the mountain. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Can we make it that far? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, we can make it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, if we get to the top of the mountain, we might be able to get out of range of their jammers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That's a good idea. Sure beats manual recon. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas drives up the mountain, stealth completely forgotten now. <Sigma_AI> At the rate they're going, ten minutes. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots more retreating guards <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think we're out of the thick of it for now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We should be almost at the top. * Omega_AI is now known as Shortsword <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I just had to bring up the aircraft. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Bombers! * Shortsword fires missiles at the Warthogs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts the gauss cannon. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Everyone! Evasive manuevers! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs tight to the gun. * Shortsword blows up the trees and sets them on fire. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at the bomber but it's too fast <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We need to get out of the forest! <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn, the whole place is burning down! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina weaves in and out of burning trees, mindful that the Warthog is taking damage. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is careful to take precise aim at the bomber, but at Mach speeds can't track it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I have to wait until that thing's headed straight for us. . . <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas suddenly sees a tree collapsing in front of her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sharply stamps on the breaks and tries to swerve around but as the vehicle suddenly halts, it's hit from behind by Carolina's Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ow! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia flies off the turret <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is shaken off his aim. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is jarred by the impact, helmet slamming into the dash. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everyone okay? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good here. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Green. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia lands on the ground a few meters away, unmoving <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots him. * Shortsword slows down barely noticeably to take aim. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming. <Gamma_AI> Aim for the windows. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Virg's down! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina climbs out of the 'Hog and goes over to Virginia. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hesitates for Virg's sake, then aims carefully. * Gamma_AI calculates Wyoming's trajectory and activates target leading. * Gamma_AI activates target lead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming concentrates. <Gamma_AI> Fire along the red line. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks he can see the pilot in that dark window, but he may imagine it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. * Shortsword lurches as the windows are blown out, and the ship plummets as it starts flaming. * Shortsword (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's shoulders slump. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good shot, Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Check up on Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps off the gun and joins Carolina and Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How is he? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas keeps alert and watches for enemies. * Four-Seven-Niner tries the COM. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He's alive. I can't pinpoint the extent of his injuries. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia sits up slowly, and looks at the burning remains of the bomber <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We should keep moving. The fire's getting worse. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agreed. Can we get the 'hogs free? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at her 'Hog, which has smoke coming from under the hood. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes to recover his weapons from where they were thrown. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas deposits Virg into the passenger seat. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's keep going. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <Four-Seven-Niner> We can't go back up with all that fire. And who knows what else is waiting for us up there. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess we're on our own. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Around the mountain then? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, let's switch up. We need two gunners. <Four-Seven-Niner> W-w-whoa, whoa, wait. <Four-Seven-Niner> You want me on the turret? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess we don't have a choice. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> With Virg out, we need someone to get more fire out if we run into more trouble.

<Sigma_AI> Hey boss, the AA cannons are up. <Sigma_AI> They shot down a Pelican a half hour ago. <Mordred_> How much time do we have before they reach the facility? <Sigma_AI> At the rate they're going, ten minutes. <Mordred_> Damn. <Sigma_AI> Don't worry, I have a little surprise. <Sigma_AI> I should have told you sooner, but I guess now is a good time. <Sigma_AI> As you may or may not know, Agent Wyoming had a time distortion unit. <Sigma_AI> And I say had as in past tense. * Sigma_AI winks at Mordred. <Mordred_> Ah. <Sigma_AI> I was tempted to use it during the avalanche, but I didn't want the others to see we had it. <Mordred_> How well will it work without armor? <Sigma_AI> I thought armour wasn't a problem for you. <Sigma_AI> You still have your old suit, don't you? <Mordred_> I don't have it with me. * Mordred_ loads his submachine gun. <Sigma_AI> Then let's go get it. <Mordred_> I'm a little busy here, Sigma. <Mordred_> Do what you can to slow them down. <Sigma_AI> Well, I suggest you change your mind. <Sigma_AI> Because this time Agent Texas brought Carolina. <Mordred_> What? <Sigma_AI> So are you sure you don't want your suit? <Mordred_> Sigma, how close are you to getting through to the data? <Sigma_AI> Got it. <Mordred_> Alright. <Mordred_> I'm not sticking around for this one. <Mordred_> Time to get the hell out of here. <Sigma_AI> No. <Mordred_> What? <Sigma_AI> No. I'm not leaving. <Sigma_AI> There are four AIs with the Freelancer team, and I want them all. <Mordred_> There are four Freelancers, too. <Sigma_AI> You have the time distortion unit. <Mordred_> I'll get you your AIs, Sigma. <Mordred_> But this is suicide. <Sigma_AI> I've instructed the engineer to...adjust its properties to your advantage. <Mordred_> What the fuck are you babbling about? <Sigma_AI> Get your suit, and I'll show you. <Mordred_> Shit... <Mordred_> How close are they? <Sigma_AI> They've been held up by a bomber. <Mordred_> You realize I'll have to go all the way back to the shuttle for this. <Sigma_AI> Do it. <Sigma_AI> You'll be more than a match for the Freelancers. <Sigma_AI> There are only four of them and a pilot. <Mordred_> Two of them are named Texas and Carolina. * Mordred_ lowers his head and squeezes his eyes closed. He grits his teeth and thrusts his hands inside his coat, lost in thought. <Mordred_> There's only one me. <Sigma_AI> Then wait till you see what this thing can do. * Mordred_ 's hands clench into fists. <Mordred_> Damn you. <Mordred_> I'll do it. <Sigma_AI> Good. <Mordred_> You've done too much for me already. * Mordred_ heads off into the facility.

<font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's real simple. Just point and shoot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming retakes his position on the Gauss canon. * Four-Seven-Niner climbs uncertainly onto the back of Carolina's Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, let's do this, I guess... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's pick up the pace, the fire's catching up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, you'll have to reverse your Warthog before I can move. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, then puts the 'Hog in reverse, easing it away from Tex's. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia groans as the warthog backs up. * Four-Seven-Niner jerks back from the sudden acceleration and grabs firmly to the turret, nearly being thrown off. <Four-Seven-Niner> Whoa! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reverses as well. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> All ready, Tex. Let's roll on out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scans the horizon for more aircraft. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hold on! These aren't exactly smooth riding. <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, aren't I lucky. <Four-Seven-Niner> Still, beats getting burned to a crisp, I guess. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas drives down the mountain. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina accelerates and follows Texas, making sure not to jerk too suddenly. * Four-Seven-Niner jitters at the bumpiness. <Four-Seven-Niner> A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No hostiles in the area. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But we'd better hurry, this whole mountain's going up in flames. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Two options, then. * Four-Seven-Niner accidentally smacks her chin on the top of the turret. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ow. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grunts as the Warthog plows through some debris and bounces over a log. <Four-Seven-Niner> Aah! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If this ridge is high enough, we can get above the altitude this forest grows to. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Or, we can head into the valley. Your call. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No time. The fire is spreading to the ridge. <Four-Seven-Niner> How is it you guys can do this crazy shit but get scared of flying? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> To each her own, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cheers to that. How's Virg doing? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Still unconscious. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina weaves around obstacles, making precise hairpin turns. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia bumps around the passenger seat. * Four-Seven-Niner scrapes her shoulder on a low branch. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh shi-! <Four-Seven-Niner> Take it easy, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the bottom of the valley. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Aw, crap. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees lines of foot soldiers pressing in on both sides of the valley. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're closing in. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh. . . <Four-Seven-Niner> That's just typical. <Four-Seven-Niner> The one time I get stuck on the ground... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Keep going! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina floors the pedal. <Four-Seven-Niner> Holy fuuuuuuck! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's nuts... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas floors it anyway. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wouldn't have it any other way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Start shooting, Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens fire, searching for larger targets that could slow them down. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia somewhat wakes up. * Four-Seven-Niner thumbs the triggers on her turret and gives a drawn-out yell as she pours machinegun fire into the masses. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're gonna fucking die!!!! * Four-Seven-Niner fires wildly, not even bothering to aim. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots a rocket launcher team and turns their cover into a bloody foxhole. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks as bullets fly over the windshield. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia witnesses what is unfolding. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Keep your head down, Virg! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What the... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're coming up on their line. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to speed as bullets fly everywhere and shatters the windshield. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming snaps another Gauss shot. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina runs directly into a group of footsoldiers, running some over and sending others flying. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas mows down a line of soldiers that didn't get out of the way in time. * Four-Seven-Niner swivels the turret around and keeps firing. <Four-Seven-Niner> This is fucking crazy!!! <Four-Seven-Niner> Holy shit, it's actually kinda fun... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd say knock knock, but a renegade car just busts through the front door. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees flames coming out of the Warthog's front engines. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's bad, right? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This thing won't get too far. <Four-Seven-Niner> Our ride's pretty busted up too! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh that doesn't look good... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to drive, ignore the smoke and fire that's flying into her face. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We don't have a choice. We ride until we absolutely have to stop! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues firing at the line of men disappearing behind them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We've almost reached the ridge! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And then I suppose we jolly well hoof it? Then I'm all for driving it like it's stolen. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It is stolen, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh. Right. * Four-Seven-Niner shoots a few more before going out of range. * Four-Seven-Niner slumps over panting. <Four-Seven-Niner> I think my arms went numb... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lurches as one of the Warthog's engines blow, taking out a tire and sending the vehicle sliding across the grass on three wheels. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well that was quick. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brakes hard upon hearing the blow, momentarily afraid it's an explosive. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hugs tight to the cannon mount. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stomps on the breaks, accidentally sending Virg flying through the open windshield. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Whoops. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit!! * Four-Seven-Niner coughs as smoke from Carolina's Warthog blows in her face. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Wyoming and bails out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tumbles out of the jeep. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes twenty steps and dives as the Warthog explodes behind them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina climbs out of the 'Hog and checks her gear. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We'd better move... <Four-Seven-Niner> Uh, Carolina? Our ride's starting to flame too... * Four-Seven-Niner quickly moves a safe distance away and walks towards Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches Virginia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, you alright? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Ow...dammit I need to stay away from warthogs from now on out <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws his sniper rifle, looking back to see how much of a lead they have. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least you're awake now. * Four-Seven-Niner draws her pistol and flips up the scope. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires, indicating they're within his range. <Four-Seven-Niner> Should we keep running? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Definite yes! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks over the ridge. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There might be a problem. * Four-Seven-Niner turns to look as well. <Four-Seven-Niner> You can't be serious. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh great... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns slowly, nearly reluctant to know what's there. * Four-Seven-Niner sees another line of troops running towards them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shiiiit.... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Fuck. Me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas draws her battle rifle and aims through the scope. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Nothing for it then. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We shoot through the line or die trying. <Four-Seven-Niner> Um...I'm not too keen on the second option. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Neither am I. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues firing, taking down a bruiser in black armor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> All of a sudden this seems like a bad plan. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens fire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has to reload, and instead shoulders his rifle. * Four-Seven-Niner just shoots in the general direction of the incoming soldiers, although she doesn't know if she's making hits. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They're not using any more vehicles. Probably know we'd be able to jack them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Virg, help me move these hogs together for a bit of shelter! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires sporadic bursts as his vision is still blurred from the crash * Four-Seven-Niner ducks into cover next to Wyoming. * Four-Seven-Niner reloads and keeps firing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls and rushes at the incoming troops, dual-wielding SMGs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get moving, you three! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're not going to stay here and wait for them to finish us off! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs after Carolina, firing rapidly. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> No! Carolina don't rush them! <Four-Seven-Niner> They're both nuts... * Four-Seven-Niner reloads again and runs after them. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hey, wait for me! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh for fuck's sake... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas covers Carolina while she reloads. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming abandons the Warthog idea, grabbing Four-Seven-Niner as he catches up with her. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hey! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows behind Tex firing blindly <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No time for protests, my dear. Got to run! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mows down three troopers and uses one of them as a bludgeon, swinging him by his ankle and swatting aside another. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't mean to sound like a pessimist, Carolina. But I'm not sure if we'll all make it through this line. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas quickly runs out of ammo and doesn't bother to reload, deciding instead to resort to using her knife and bare hands. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then we'll bally well go down without giving them the satisfaction of claiming our spare ammo! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> That's a bit more than pessimism <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches through two soldiers' helmets and drives her knife into the third's throat. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas quickly pulls it out and slashes a second across the chest. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires his sidearm several times. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Virg, got any more det packs? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas disarms another soldier, takes his rifle, shoots him with it, and fires it at the others until it's empty. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Three I think <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then bring some trees down! Lumberjack! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws the rifle at another soldier, knocking him back, before kicking him in the chest to finish him off. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads his rifle. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming provides Virginia a bit of cover, taking down those closest to him. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia sprints over towards a group of trees, planting set packs on the biggest ones <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs the nearest trooper, shoves a grenade down his chest armor, pulls the pin, and tosses him into the closest formation. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes a few hits but ignores it and continues to fight, plowing through the enemy lines with Carolina. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's like those two are unstoppable when they work together. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Yeah <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They are pilot. Be thankful for it and give 'em a hand! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles a soldier aiming at Carolina, and stabs him in the face. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up and takes his gun. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots another soldier that lunged at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then grabs a trooper by the front of his helmet, twists his head and snaps his neck, grabs his rifle as he drops it, and shoots the soldiers coming up on Texas. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Last mag! <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, shit. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia empties his gun before switching to his sidearm <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees Carolina running out of ammo and runs towards her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tosses Carolina her assault rifle and kicks another soldier in the stomach. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina catches the assault rifle with one hand and uses the near-empty one as a club, then throws it and opens fire with the new weapon. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks as Carolina fires over her head, dropping the soldier. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is just locking in another clip when he's struck by a fist, carrying enough force to be felt even through his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spins from it, coming to face with a black-suited trooper. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, not you again. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Who is it Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires from the hip, but the long barrel is moved aside. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> More of these blasted ODST types! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings the reverse-end of his rifle, striking the trooper in the side. It's not enough to make him more than flinch, though. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stumbles back as a punch lands across his visor. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires his pistol at the commando, but his armor blocks most of the shots <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spins around and delivers a roundhouse punch to the ODST's face, and throws the soldier towards the end of Wyoming's barrel. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on reflex, putting a round through his gut just as one of Virg's pistol rounds shatters the man's visor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Jeez how many of them are there? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Way too many. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I don't have enough bullets for them all <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think any of us do. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina spins around, firing, then sees a soldier close by and decks him, sending him reeling back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps over Carolina and puts her fist through his visor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps back as the body falls, only to be hit by a flying axe. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Aagh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming staggers back, bleeding from his shoulder and no longer as accurate. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears Wyoming's cry and whirls, startled. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out her pistols and guns down some soldiers with the few bullets she has. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is being cut off from the rest, having to duck a flanking squad. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't waste any more time and moves to get to Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns and flees towards the others, tackling a trooper to get by but falling with him in the process. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls the pins on all her grenades and throws them over her shoulder. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up to see the ODST holding an axe standing over him, eyeing his neck. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out his grenade launcher and starts firing at groups of enemies <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens fire on the group attacking Wyoming, using short bursts to target individual troopers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody stupid of you, bringing an axe to a gunfight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming kicks the trooper away, and rolls to his feet. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls up her pistol and finishes the trooper by shooting him three times in the chest. <Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like I'm protecting you now, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods his appreciation, before picking up a fallen knife and throwing it into a nearby soldier. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guys, the other line is catching up to us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're going to be fenced in soon. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Not if I can help it! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia detonates the set packs on the trees. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Nicely done. Scratch thirty or so. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees a tree falling towards Carolina and knocks her away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grunts as Texas slams into her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas manages to get Carolina out of the way but is pinned by the leg by the tree. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, that's not good. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming vaults the fallen tree, carrying Four-Seven-Niner behind their temporary cover. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've lost my weapons! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I don't think they would be of any assistance now! * Four-Seven-Niner takes a bullet in the quadricep. <Four-Seven-Niner> Agh! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Huh? Blast! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jerks as she is hit repeatedly by bullets, unable to move. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is just examining Four-Seven-Niner's wounds when Tex is hit. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia resorts to using his knife and fists <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles to move the tree. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...come on... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Carolina? Where are you? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches and and heaves, lifting the tree off Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up and nods at Carolina in thanks. * Four-Seven-Niner is down on one knee but keeps shooting. <Four-Seven-Niner> Bastards... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia jumps in front of Four-Seven-Niner to protect her from enemy fire <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls a man who'd taken cover on the other side of the tree over, dealing with him with a punch before taking his battle rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes into a group of enemies, punching, kicking and slashing at everything she sees. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands back to back with Virginia. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps out of the crowd holding two assault rifles and shoots furiously. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia picks up a fallen soldiers assault rifle * Four-Seven-Niner sees a soldier taking aim at her and shoots him in the neck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins blasting down enemies, his wounded shoulder giving him problems when a rifle shot enters his thigh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming topples over, noting a trooper far off with Her Majesty in hand. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bastard. . . * Four-Seven-Niner spins around. <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn! <Four-Seven-Niner> Virginia, over here! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wyoming! * Four-Seven-Niner takes a bullet in the shoulder. <Four-Seven-Niner> Agh! Fuck! * Four-Seven-Niner falls next to him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit, we can't hold out much longer. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks over to Four-Seven-Niner <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes her way to the others with Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm, rrgh! I'm fine! Pilot. . . <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <Four-Seven-Niner> No...cover him... <Four-Seven-Niner> Agh... <Four-Seven-Niner> ...I'm...no use...in a fight...anyway... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Dammit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming crawls over to see the extent of the pilot's wounds. * Four-Seven-Niner raises her pistol with her other hand and keeps firing, but is now starting to wear out. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires grenades at any group of soldiers he sees <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Looks like we don't have a choice. We'll have to hold out as long as we can. * Four-Seven-Niner runs out of ammo and her gun hand falls to her side. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees the pilot still able to fight, and pushes himself to his feet, or rather, one foot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is just reaching for a fallen weapon when an explosion throws him into the air. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fuck... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming collides with a tree trunk, and falls to his hands and knees again. * Four-Seven-Niner gets up and hobbles towards Wyoming, regardless of her injures. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No! Stay down! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! Get down! * Four-Seven-Niner clumsily grabs some of Wyoming's sidearm magazines and slips them into her pistol <Four-Seven-Niner> I ain't going down without a fight. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's how we do it in the air, and that's how we do it on the ground. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia tackles the pilot to protect her * Four-Seven-Niner keeps shooting even as she is knocked down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands against the tree to give her another body between herself and the bullets. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finally breaks through the enemies and reaches the others. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Good god there can't be many more <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snatches Four-Seven-Niner's pistol and shoots with more precision. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's always one more than you have bullets, Virg. * Four-Seven-Niner slumps against Wyoming, breathing heavily. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming manages to keep his feet, but only barely. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> And I'm out of bullets...and grenades <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, at least I got to know what it was like to shoot these assholes... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sets aside her spent rifle and flexes her fists. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Are we boned yet? I like to think we're pretty boned. <Four-Seven-Niner> Tex...Carolina...get out of here... <Four-Seven-Niner> You're the only ones that have a chance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not happening, pilot. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're the only ones who can save your sorry ass. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Hey! What about me? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Why would we leave you? <Four-Seven-Niner> We're dead already, dammit. <Four-Seven-Niner> You two go on and get the director. <Four-Seven-Niner> Or this would all be for nothing. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We're not leaving. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner. . . strange, I never even got your name. * Four-Seven-Niner looks at Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's Sophia. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is unsteady, moving with his breaths. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sophia. . . well that's about the last name I expected. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia picks up a battle rifle and starts shooting <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shields Wyoming and the others, regardless of the damage she's taking. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming cringes as another bullet finds a soft spot in his armor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches away any soldier that gets too close, but stays near the others. <Four-Seven-Niner> What were you expecting? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs, tasting blood. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I almost expected it to be Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs up a fallen sidearm, pulling a clip from a belt pouch and loading it. <Four-Seven-Niner> Funny. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm not that much of a workaholic. <Four-Seven-Niner> Even if I am saving all your asses every other mission. <Four-Seven-Niner> Although it looks like I can't do that this time... <Four-Seven-Niner> Sorry, Wyoming...or whatever your name is. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is punching out soldiers left and right. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Reggie. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's Reggie. <Four-Seven-Niner> Reggie. Nice name. A bit British, but... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires over the others' heads, now only trying to delay their foes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees an endless line of soldiers and nothing else. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Looks like the rest of them caught up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where do they breed these lunatics? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wait! Wyoming, your time displacement unit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry chap. . . I think Mordred stole it off me when we last met. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit, they've even sent in aircraft now... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wait a minute... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why would they only send in one Falcon? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls as she is forced back. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Why haven't they bally blasted us to a crater yet? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana flies over the line of soldiers towards the Freelancers. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Whoo! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll be damned... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Up here, you bastards! <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck yeah! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Is that...Montana? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Min! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Looks like it. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Light 'em up, boys! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Son of a bitch... <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota strafes <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana fires the Falcon's turrets at the crowd below. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, don't just gawk! Light 'em up, lads! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires his sidearm. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota kils at least an entire squad of enemies. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess we do have a pilot around to save the day. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia picks up an assault rifle and starts shooting <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, what are we waiting for? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Don't feel bad, Soph, you'll get the next one. <Four-Seven-Niner> I can believe that, now that we might not die after all. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fights through the crowd with a new burst of determination. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota kseps on firing <Four-Seven-Niner> A stealth operative coming in to pick us up in a hot LZ. Wait till I tell the others about this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes a more precise approach with his remaining ammo, dealing one shot to each of his targets, dropping them with headshots. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana turns the Falcon so the other turret is facing the Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (b4b5d015@gateway/web/freenode/ip.180.181.208.21) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, save some for me! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York swerves his turret about. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, look who showed up to see you, Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes off her shock and fights with renewed vigor. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Why'd you guys leave without telling me, huh? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Less talking, more shooting, York! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's clear an area! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits a pleased laugh, then brutally punches out a trooper. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stumbles on with Four-Seven-Niner, half holding her up and half counting on her support. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana punches a hole through the masses of enemies with a hail of gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York lays down suppressing fire with his turret, drowning his enemies under a wave of bullets. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes out a few others nearby, forcing them to keep their distance. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota is still shooting, gunning down any hostiles he sees. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana brings the Falcon down momentarily. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Come on, hurry the fuck up! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gives Wyoming a hand in helping Four-Seven-Niner aboard. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pushes the pilot in, then slides onto the deck of the Falcon's troop area. * Four-Seven-Niner slumps back in her seat and straps in, breathing erratically. <Four-Seven-Niner> That went to hell in a handbasket, as Georgia used to say. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia hops in the falcon <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina climbs into the Falcon, then turns and looks for Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes out a few more enemies, now with nothing but her bare hands. She pushes them further back to stop them from swarming the Falcon. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> C'mon, Texas! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon, Tex! Get on! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns and runs for the Falcon. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota covers tex. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York reaches a hand out to aid Tex in getting aboard. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps on. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Right, hang onto something! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pulls the Falcon upward sharply and into the air. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Damnit, it's cramped! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Can it, Min. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks over Tex's battered armor. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You okay? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I upgraded my suit. Armour's a bit thicker now. EMP-proof too. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Yeah I'm fine too, thanks for asking <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I vote we push Virg off and free up some space. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Hey! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snatches York's rifle off his back and shoots down at the enemies below them. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Could have said please! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not now, York. Keep shooting. <Four-Seven-Niner> I swear...next time I get shot down, I'm going to play dead. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Next time. . . I am bringing a big, bloody, machine gun. * Four-Seven-Niner turns to look at Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hey, you're still in one piece. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> For the most part. Ho-how are you? <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll live. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll need a vacation when we get out of this though. How about you? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming puts his helmeted head down on the deck. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. I could take one, too. <Four-Seven-Niner> Huh. Care to join me? <Four-Seven-Niner> I know some nice spots in the Amazon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You paying? Yes, either way. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pulls the Falcon high enough to get out of gunfire range. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Phew. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Right, now that I got you guys out of that mess, mind telling me where we're headed? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York breathes a sigh of relief, leaning on his turret casually. * Adamska_B156 watches the Freelancers escape from his surveillancer MAKO drones <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> There's a facility on the other side of the valley. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Got a map? <Four-Seven-Niner> I had to ditch the emergency kit, but I held onto this. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls out the chip and passes it to Mont through the cockpit door. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota preps his MA5 <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> North, I didn't expect you to come. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thought you'd be watching South. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Well, he's after something at the facility too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> This is important. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm...giving him a hand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hands Virginia some of his spare ammo. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Use it wisely, Virg. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Thanks <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How'd you guys find us? And why haven't we been targeted by the AA guns? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We stole this ride. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> There are vehicle depots all over the mountains. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Figures. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Awesome <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got any biofoam? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I have some. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota hands Wyoming a can of Biofoam. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gasps as the biofoam seals his wound, restoring a bit of pressure in him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How'd you find us? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Just follow the fires and explosions... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Can't shake a stealth operative, Tex. Not even you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This was hardly stealthy. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm sorry, I haven't learned how to stealthily pick up a team of Freelancers from a horde of soldiers trying to kill them. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let me know if you do though. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Touche. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins injecting his wounds, leaving the lead slugs in him for now. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> How long 'till we're at that facility? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ETA five minutes. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Director will probably expect something like this, but he can't force those guns to target us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Won't they see us coming? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Nope. Thanks to Omi. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What did he do? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He transferred my armoury ability, anti-sensor detection, to the Falcon. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> So they won't see us coming until we're at the facility. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Smart. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Mont, there are jammers all over the valley. We can't get the others to help us unless we take them all down. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Well, one of us can take this Falcon back and let them know what's going on. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But what about the AA guns...? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana thinks. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We'll come up with something. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North checks his weapons <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We need something now. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Drop Virg and I near the guns. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't volunteer me for shit! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, that'll take too long. The director is our priority. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We're coming up on the facility now. * Adamska_B156 continues watching from his MAKO surveillance drones, waiting for an oppurtunity <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, give me room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sits up. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We'll touch down at the bottom of the hill so they don't shoot us down. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> C'mon, Virg. I thought you liked blowing stuff up. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I do but I just done doing that. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Listen up, people, we are all going in, and that's final. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> There's no such thing as too many explosions. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, you can't make me sit this one out. Gamma, let's pull out all the stops. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana lands the Falcon at the bottom of the hill that the facility is sitting on. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Right, then let's get going. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're either going to take him out as a team, or fail. Pick one. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> No arguments there, Carolina. Let's move! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it <Adamska_B156> All troops under my command: March to the facility on the hill, leave no survivors to speak <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slings his pair of magnums onto his hips and pulls out his shotgun, stepping out of the falcon. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll take this bird back and meet up with the others. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good luck, guys. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes a battle rifle from an overhead rack and gets out. * Four-Seven-Niner 's gaze lingers on Wyoming for a moment. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over to the pilot. <Four-Seven-Niner> See you on the far side. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota waves to Sophie and loads his MA5. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Don't start heading for the Amazon early. We'll be back in time to make the flight. * Four-Seven-Niner nods. * Four-Seven-Niner climbs into the Falcon and quickly flies off. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hope she doesn't get shot down on her way there. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> She won't. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads her depleted guns. * Adamska_B156 watches as the rest of his army marches on the facility, readying for a massacre of both sides <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks over his new battle rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, let's get inside. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sights down her assault rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess we're going to go for straight-up shooting. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas guns down two guards outside the facility. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Anyone need rounds? I can't carry all of mine. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Mine. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snatches a few extra mags. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm never taking these for granted again. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Never again <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects several clips of battle rifle ammo, securing them on his armor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> There can't be too many guards left right? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No matter. Not like they're oblivious to us any more. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York loads a few more shells into his M45. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't worry, Virg. If you get banged up, I've still got the healing unit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, where did Mont go? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't worry about Montana. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's good at disappearing. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana appears behind the guard on the far side and slits his throat. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Uh. . . there. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pulls out her silenced SMG and shoots a few others in the back. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> No need. She's good.... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Found her! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Clear! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Excellent. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls back the pump on his shotgun. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hurry up, we don't have all day! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming realizes the entire party is staring in awe at Mont. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Move up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves up the hill. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives York a look. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shrugs the thought and gets his ass up the hill. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I give the orders around here, okay? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right, onwards then! <Adamska_B156> First Air Assault Platoon, drop in from above, and take down the Freelancers <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows after. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Lets go! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota screws a suppressor to the muzzle of his MA5. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, now that I've done that for you guys, time to get this door open. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Your territory, York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Now find us a way in. * Adamska_B156 's air assault troops rappel down to attack the Freelancers <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks overhead to check for aircraft as teams begin pouring down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up, lads! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh shit... <Adamska_B156> Get 'em! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm on it. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens fire. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North deploys shield <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hold fire! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take cover! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hurry it up, York! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets towards the door and starts working on the lock, taking his time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming holds, backing into North's bubble. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That'll hold 'em for a while <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm a little slow today, jeez! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots down one of the aircraft with his grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Come on...come oooon... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York keeps working at the holographic lock and picks up, opening the door. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Got it! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hurries inside. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shoots a few paratroopers who get too close for comfort. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Might want to lock the doors behind us. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls around one side of the door, checking over the room. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North heads inside <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York, lock the damn doors! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia runs inside <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana disappears into the facility alone. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming kneels by the door, firing outwards to give York time and cover. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shuts the door, after everybody hurries in. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Had to wait for everybody to get in, Tex. No one gets left behind. <Adamska_B156> GA-TL1 Attack Wing, bomb the facility <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota hacks the AA gun <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Turn their own damn guns against them <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks around and sees that Mont is gone again. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shakes her head. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota sets the guns to shoot down Adamska's forces. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods at York. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Min, we've locked them out <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Damn straight. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Bombers. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon, we need to keep going <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It'd have to be bomb-proof, if the director's here <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises her gun as enemies run into the facility. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> It'll shake us about a bit, but it won't do any major damage. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But these guys... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...we can take. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York swings up his own gun towards the goons who just walked in. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Once more upon the breach <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Seriously, where does the Director find these guys? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> No clue <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not really in the mood to get shot up any more today. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Me neither. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina activates her camouflage, taking on the colors of the enemy soldiers. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates invisibility and weaves through the enemies, killing them without them seeing her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes cover, shooting dead any soldier with the speed to draw a weapon on the Freelancers in their midst. <Adamska_B156> Sonofabitch! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota runs by several soldiers, putting a burst into each of their heads. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York picks off the stragglers one-by-one with shotgun blast after shotgun blast, mowing down an entire line. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas and the others clear the room in less than a minute. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That wasn't so bad, now that there are more of us. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming only has to reload once. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Who the fuck is the asshole who keeps sending these guys after us? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina deadpans at Virginia. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Director, maybe? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Who cares, Virg? They're goons, we're Freelancers. <Adamska_B156> (Accidentally on Freelancer comm for a few seconds): What the hell are those D Boys doing?! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The hell? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know this voice... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, we saved him when the director ordered his execution. Remember? <Adamska_B156> I don't care how many you lose, kill them! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks up and crosses his arms. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks at Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the fuck are you doing? We're on the same side! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Oh, son of a bitch... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head in disgust. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Of course I remember him. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> He was playing us, wasn't he. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm just more pissed off than usual. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's the Carolina I know... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> This day just keeps getting better and better... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks around, hoping he's somewhere nearby and in his line of sight. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where the fuck are you? Come out! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts a new magazine into her gun and pulls the slide. <Adamska_B156> (Comm): I'm close, but not here <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Big bad Spartan afraid to play? <Adamska_B156> No, i'm not afraid, but i'm sending you on a one way trip to hell <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You'd better hope I don't find you, because this time I won't save your sorry ass. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In fact, I'll be the one putting a bullet through your brain. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get in line <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> He told them to bomb us. I don't think he's here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I think every single one if us will want a turn, Spartan. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> This place is bomb-proof though. He could be lower down <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll be content to watch you all torture him, if I don't shoot him on sight first, that is. <Adamska_B156> (Private Comm): D boys, get your asses upstairs, ambush them with the AT mines we talked about <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North chuckles <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks at York <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, let's get off this level before the bombers come back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs for the next room that's still fully armoured. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, we are damn near unstoppable. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls in behind them <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How far down does this go? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops when she sees all the dead guards. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana appears from the shadows. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Oh hey. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Thought that might be your work. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I was wondering when you guys were going to finish up. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Look who I found. * Counsellor (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Counsellor <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pulls the counsellor out of the shadows with her M6/SOCOM pointed at his head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York 's jaw drops behind his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming chuckles. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...The counsellor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> That son of a bitch! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He was busy working with the Epsilon AI when I found him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet, though both hands are fists. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Huh, thought he'd be right by the Director. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The director's holed up in the lower levels somewhere, apparently. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But while we have him here... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas strides forward. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Easy, now. We want his cooperation. He must be intimately familiar with the Director by now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hello, counsellor. Long time no see. <Counsellor> Hello, Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Isn't there anything else you have to say for yourself? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stands back <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Min, Virge. Why don't we secure the room's exits? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gives Tex some room, standing beside Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins walking the room's walls, looking for other entrances that may need closing. <Counsellor> I realize you're rather all displeased with the director and myself. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota secures one exit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Displeased? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North laughs <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> That's a fucking understatement <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Try pissed off beyond reconciliation. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So Carolina, what should we do with him? <Counsellor> I didn't realize you and Carolina have become friends in my absence. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, funny how that happens. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know, all it took was for you and the director to stab all of us in the back. <Counsellor> Agent Texas, you must realize I didn't want it to come to this. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What, are you pissing yourself now that we've got you and the director cornered? <Counsellor> No. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Then why did you let it!? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You'd rather us be killing each other instead of you. <Counsellor> I didn't want there to be disagreement among any of us. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Kinda failed at that <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas scoffs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You always were good at playing the peacemaker, counsellor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But that's bullshit and you know it. <Counsellor> Agent Texas, please listen to me. <Counsellor> I can help you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We don't need your help. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We don't want your help. <Counsellor> But you can end this. Stop the director's experiments. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> We know <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I thought you were with him. <Counsellor> If you must know, he was unaware that I was with the Epsilon unit. <Counsellor> I was...trying to hide it from him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is a little surprised from this. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Why? <Counsellor> Because the director is going to do far more to Alpha than he's already done. <Counsellor> The Alpha is no longer who he once was... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the counsellor by the collar. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where is he?!! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Careful, Tex. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> He's already fragmented him to the point where there's almost nothing left <Counsellor> The Alpha is locked in a sealed chamber with the director. <Counsellor> The director said that it was crucial that he finish his work. <Counsellor> That it was more important than anything else...even the Freelancers... <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota looks over <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Oh. I see. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I kinda figured he'd think that. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> And what is his "work"?

<Counsellor> ...which is why I was trying to hold him up. Long enough for you all to get here. <Counsellor> I knew you would come, Agent Texas. I was stalling him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Assuming what you're saying isn't a load of bullshit, what's your angle? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hesitates and then put the counsellor down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why are you working against him now? * Counsellor shakes his head. <Counsellor> I don't want to be an enemy to any of you. <Counsellor> We were once on the same side. <Counsellor> When the director started splitting the Alpha...I said nothing, even though I should have. <Counsellor> But I did my best to make sure everything was fine between us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> But you were too scared to say anything. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> The only way for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing <Counsellor> I was. <Counsellor> But no longer. <Counsellor> If you remember, Agent Texas, I asked you about your aggression levels after your mission to find C.T. <Counsellor> I recall there was a high level of hostility between yourself and Agent Carolina at the time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. What of it? <Counsellor> I kept you from the following missions until you could control yourself better. <Counsellor> And...because the director wanted to see how Agent Carolina would perform in the field without your intervention. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why? <Counsellor> He... * Counsellor looks at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches a fist. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Spit it out. <Counsellor> ...he was considering implanting Agent Carolina with two AIs to see what would happen. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I knew it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> "To see what would happen?!" <Counsellor> He wanted to compare her performance with and without the AIs. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What did he expect?! <Counsellor> He said there was a chance that you would have trouble functioning. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... functioning. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's not a machine, counsellor. <Counsellor> Those were his words. <Counsellor> I advised him against it, and he decided to assign Eta and Iota to Agents Washington and South Dakota instead. <Counsellor> But when you asked for two AIs, he took his chance. And I couldn't say anything to stop him. <Counsellor> If you remember, Agent Carolina, you challenged Agent Texas to a match after implantation. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stiffens. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I remember. <Counsellor> When the director saw that Agent Texas was your opponent, he became concerned for her safety. And he managed to "stop" you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> "Stopped"? They were on the ground, clutching their heads, counsellor. Carolina was screaming. <Counsellor> I wanted to sedate you, Agent Carolina, but the director refused. He said that you made your choice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I saw him walk away. So I knocked her out myself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> When Carolina woke up, she saw us in the recovery bay, and the director was ordering PA's execution. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But what are you saying, counsellor? That you've lost your nerve at last? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Isn't your timing just fucking perfect. Now that there's a gun pointed at your head and all. <Counsellor> I'm saying that I've been waiting for this moment ever since this all started. <Counsellor> I have no doubt you will be able to stop the director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent, troubled at the memory of what happened. <Counsellor> But if you wish to kill me, I will not plead for my life. <Counsellor> I know I have done things I'm not proud of. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York can't help but intervene. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I say we trust him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we keep him alive. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I know deceit pretty well. I wouldn't say I trust the Counsellor. . . but it's to our advantage at the moment, and we could use every advantage we get. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...You're right, Wyoming. The Counsellor sounds like he wants to redeem himself for what he's done. <Counsellor> But for what it's worth...I am sincerely sorry for what you've all been put through at the director's hands...and mine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I say it's Carolina's decision. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your call. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We can hand him over to the UNSC. Someone has to admit their crimes. It'll probably clear our names, too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> But in the end, it's up to you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent for a protracted moment, then shifts uneasily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm... prepared for either outcome. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I'm... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... not sure. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not yet. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I can hold onto him for now. Keep him out of sight. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana starts to lead the counsellor away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wait. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Counsellor, there are AA guns and jammers all over the place. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We need to take them down if we're calling in the others. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If you really do want to stop the director, you'll tell me how to do it. * Counsellor is silent. <Counsellor> You won't like it, Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If it means stopping the director, I'm pretty sure I will. <Counsellor> The entire facility does have a failsafe option... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems lost in thought, turned slightly away from Texas and the Counsellor. <Counsellor> An EMP charge that will wipe out every jammer, anti-air gun...and artificial intelligence in the entire mountain range. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stiffens. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York clutches his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> But what about D and the other AIs? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> My armour is EMP-proof. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But the AIs... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up and touches the back of her helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> York. North. Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get the counsellor out of here. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lets her arm drop to her side and draws in a deep breath. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get moving, people. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rubs his wounded shoulder. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pumps his shotgun again, a spent shell popping from the port. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right behind you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come back once we've taken down the jammers and the guns. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You said you wanted to get rid of your AIs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now's your chance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know I'll finally be rid of Omega. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Texas, then removes her helmet. There are dark circles under her eyes, and she looks distressed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Counsellor, will the contained chamber protect Alpha from the EMP? <Counsellor> It will. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And without all the fragments...will I be able to put him back together? <Counsellor> No, I'm afraid not, Agent Texas. <Agent_Texas> And how many AI fragments are still in the facility? <Counsellor> Eight, excluding Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is looking away silently. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up and appears to scratch the back of her head. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then extends her closed fist to Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares at the AI chips for a moment. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...No, Carolina. I'm staying to make sure we bring down the guns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm letting him go... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I'm letting Alpha go. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I can help you find the other fragments. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, there's no time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We have to make sure the director is stopped. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems taken aback. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> After all you've done just to get here? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I came here to find the director, and to save Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can still do both of those things. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He just won't remember me, that's all... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maybe there's another option. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Is there? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana nods. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Counsellor? * Counsellor produces the Epsilon unit. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We're taking it with us. North needs Epsilon to erase South's memories. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maybe you'll need him too, when this is all over... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares at the Epsilon unit with a hint of hope. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. we'll see. * Counsellor hands Tex a small chip. <Counsellor> My clearance code. Insert it to the emergency station on level five. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the chip and stores it in her armour. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly returns the chips to her head. <Counsellor> The director is in the farmost facility on level twelve. He will not be expecting you to activate the EMP. Nonetheless, you must hurry once you do so. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> York, make sure every Freelancer is on standby and ready to storm the facility as soon as the guns are down. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Let's take the Counsellor and Epsilon out of here, then. Good luck. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's move. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana leads the counsellor out of the room. * Counsellor (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, let's get moving. We could use a distraction. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Everyone, clear the facility of hostiles. Mix things up a little. Keep them off our trail. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fades into invisibility and steps into the shadows. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina activates camouflage and follows. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to creep through the facility quietly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Carolina, it looks like the director's troops are engaging Adamska's. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess everyone wants a piece of the director these days. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That works in our favor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, they look pretty busy trying to kill each other. We'll slip past them. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stays in the shadows and moves soundlessly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, moving quickly, her armor camouflaged to match the staff's patterns. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is hit by a stray bullet, and her camouflage vanishes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas swears as a dozen guns swivel to face her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls up her gun and engages the troopers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tosses a stun grenade into the middle of the enemy group from behind. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts through the enemies with gunfire. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So much for doing it the easy way. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches a trooper so hard his head goes twisting sideways. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires off shots at nearby troopers, then points in the opposite direction, still disguised. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> More of them! Over there! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas wraps a foot around a second soldier's neck and flips him into three of his comrades. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs up and tackles one, causing two others to trip. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then starts cutting them down as they turn to face a nonexistent threat. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots four of them in the back while they're distracted. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes the last trooper with a clean shot through the head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. Level five is one floor down. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads down to level five and enters the EMP room with Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There it is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, we've got the chairman's clearance codes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's...let's do this. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You okay, Texas? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly approaches the EMP device. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out the clearance codes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sighs. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I want nothing more to stick it to the director, but I need you to be honest with me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Is this what you really want? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not what I want for myself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I'm not doing this for me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm doing this for Alpha. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Then go ahead. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas whispers a goodbye to Alpha and enters the clearance codes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts her finger over the "activate" button.

<Sigma_AI> Okay, the gun is ready. * Mordred_ sighs. <Sigma_AI> Are you alright? <Mordred_> I'm fine. <Sigma_AI> Well, try the gun. <Sigma_AI> See that squirrel running over there? <Mordred_> Ugh. <Mordred_> Animal testing. <Mordred_> Yes, I see it. <Sigma_AI> It won't kill it. <Mordred_> I'll take your word for it. <Sigma_AI> Pick up the gun, hold down the charge, and fire. * Mordred_ does so. <Sigma_AI> Notice how the squirrel slows down to 0.00000000000032% of its usual speed. <Mordred_> That's a lot of zeroes. <Sigma_AI> Yes. <Sigma_AI> Wyoming's time distortion unit worked perfectly then. <Sigma_AI> This is the best advantage I can give you. <Sigma_AI> Since if you actually stop time, you will theoretically be unable to fire weapons without the bullets stopping in the gun. * Mordred_ wipes his brow. <Mordred_> What's Texas's position? <Sigma_AI> She's in the facility with Agent Carolina. <Mordred_> With who? <Sigma_AI> Agent Carolina. <Sigma_AI> Are you alright, Mordred? * Mordred_ leans against the wall. <Sigma_AI> Your stress levels seem unnaturally high. <Mordred_> Both of them? <Mordred_> Together? <Sigma_AI> Yes. They are either hunting for Adamska or seeking to activate the facility's EMP charge. <Sigma_AI> Which means we should hurry. <Mordred_> I should let them wear themselves out against the others. <Sigma_AI> No. <Sigma_AI> The EMP could reach us even from the facility. <Sigma_AI> It will wipe out every jammer and anti-air gun in the valley. * Mordred_ sighs. <Mordred_> You're right. <Sigma_AI> Do you want forty Freelancers cornering us? <Mordred_> No. <Mordred_> And the longer we wait, the higher their body count rises. <Sigma_AI> Not to mention it will destroy every AI fragment in range. <Mordred_> Yeah. * Mordred_ closes his eyes. <Sigma_AI> The gun will give you a significant advantage. <Mordred_> How long have we got? <Sigma_AI> Twenty-one minutes. <Mordred_> That's not enough time to reach the shuttle. * Agent_Texas is hit by a stray bullet, and her camouflage vanishes. * Agent_Texas swears as a dozen guns swivel to face her. <Agent_Texas> Fuck! <Sigma_AI> Correction. <Sigma_AI> Twenty-three minutes. * Mordred_ pulls out a small datapad and thumbs in a code. <Mordred_> I just gave you access to the shuttle's restricted systems. <Mordred_> There's a launch pod in one of the missile tubes. <Mordred_> I got it ready before we arrived, just in case. <Sigma_AI> Good. * Sigma_AI fires the launch pod. <Mordred_> Um, Sigma? <Mordred_> How close is that thing going to hit? <Sigma_AI> Four point seven feet from your position. <Sigma_AI> Why? <Mordred_> Oh shit. * Mordred_ dives for cover. * Mordred_ approaches the smoking launch pod that just tore through the wall. * Mordred_ bends down and enters a short code: "Never Again" <Sigma_AI> Nineteen minutes, boss. <Mordred_> I can fight Texas. <Mordred_> But Carolina's the one agent I never wanted to face. <Sigma_AI> I do not understand. <Sigma_AI> My analysis indicates that they are both roughly equal in combat ability. <Sigma_AI> And you seem to lack fear when dealing with Agent Texas, so... * Mordred_ laughs bitterly. <Mordred_> I'm always afraid when I fight, Sigma. <Mordred_> It's part of what makes me human. <Mordred_> I have personal reasons for fighting Texas. <Mordred_> But Carolina's in another league altogether. <Sigma_AI> Oh, I see. <Mordred_> It's not something I'd expect an AI to understand. <Sigma_AI> She is rather eager to deal with you. <Sigma_AI> Which I presume is bad. * Mordred_ closes his eyes and shudders. <Sigma_AI> Come on, we have seventeen minutes. * Sigma_AI waits for Mordred to finish putting on his suit. <Sigma_AI> Adamska's troops are still outnumbered by the director's. <Sigma_AI> If you want to get to him, you should hurry. * Mordred_ begins to strap on his armor, slowly making sure that each piece is in working order. <Sigma_AI> Not to mention the Freelancers themselves are after him. <Mordred_> It's been too long. <Mordred_> I never thought I'd use this again. * Adamska_B156_ continues ordering his men to fire mortar shells at the Freelancers <Sigma_AI> You will need every advantage you can get. <Sigma_AI> Hm, you have an energy shield armour ability. <Sigma_AI> I didn't know that. <Mordred_> Sigma, open a link to Adamska. * Sigma_AI establishes a connection. <Sigma_AI> He's on the line. Go ahead. <Mordred_> Adamska, is that you out there? <Adamska_B156_> Yes <Adamska_B156_> Taking heavy casualties <Mordred_> What the hell are you doing here? <Sigma_AI> He's after the director, isn't it obvious? <Sigma_AI> Everyone is. <Adamska_B156_> I was trying to trap the freelancers <Sigma_AI> And that too. <Mordred_> You sent your men against the Freelancers? <Adamska_B156_> Yes <Adamska_B156_> I expected Delta Force to mop the floor <Mordred_> Are you trying to create a bloodbath here? <Sigma_AI> Most of them are still in space. <Sigma_AI> Had he acted quickly enough, he might have been successful. <Sigma_AI> But if Agents Texas and Carolina reach the EMP, they will overrun him. <Adamska_B156_> I bombed them, fired mortars, you name it <Mordred_> Your people are being slaughtered out here, Adamska. <Mordred_> Call them off. <Adamska_B156_> Roger <Adamska_B156_> All squads, this is Adamska, pull out, and begin retreating the the predetermined points <Mordred_> Do you have a fix on this signal? <Adamska_B156_> Third Strategic Bomb Wing: When our guys are out, start carpet bombing <Sigma_AI> Adamska is currently in level four. Agents Texas and Carolina will bypass him. <Adamska_B156_> If I go down, so will the Freelancers <Sigma_AI> Call off the bombers, Adamska. <Adamska_B156_> Negative <Sigma_AI> You're losing more than half of them to the AA guns. <Sigma_AI> It's a waste of resources. <Sigma_AI> And you don't seem to care about the lives of your followers. <Mordred_> Adamska, stop wasting lives out here. <Mordred_> Where are you? <Adamska_B156_> Wild Weasels, take out the AA <Sigma_AI> Adamska, you are losing an average of seven point three ships for every AA gun you destroy. <Sigma_AI> You will run out soon enough. <Sigma_AI> There are ninety-six guns all around the valley. <Sigma_AI> You don't have enough ships to spare. <Adamska_B156_> roger <Adamska_B156_> Third Strategic Bomb wing, pull out <Sigma_AI> I don't think he knows what he's doing, boss. <Mordred_> Sigma, give me a fix on his position. <Mordred_> I'll go to him. <Sigma_AI> Got it. <Adamska_B156_> Sigma: What do you recommend I do? * Mordred_ heads deeper into the facility, following Adamska's signal. <Adamska_B156_> I can't tell what's out there <Sigma_AI> Sit tight and don't get anyone else killed. <Adamska_B156_> Roger <Sigma_AI> Okay boss, three levels down. <Sigma_AI> Hm. <Adamska_B156_> Deltas: Hold your fire for Mordred and Sigma <Sigma_AI> It seems the Freelancers are killing everyone on sight. <Sigma_AI> Adamska, I don't know if you've realized. <Sigma_AI> But Agents Texas and Carolina have killed every one of your troops on level four. <Adamska_B156_> I still have some around <Sigma_AI> They're being killed by the other Freelancers. <Mordred_> Adamska, do you have anyone with you right now? <Sigma_AI> No, he doesn't. <Sigma_AI> Not to mention the director's troops are cutting through them. <Sigma_AI> None of them are in close proximity. <Mordred_> Alright. <Sigma_AI> And I estimate their survivability rate will be short. <Mordred_> Shit. * Sigma_AI marks the door Adamska is in. <Sigma_AI> Through the door. <Mordred_> I'm tired of this slaughter. <Mordred_> How many lives have been wasted for this stupid project? <Adamska_B156_> Too damn many Mordred <Sigma_AI> If what you told me is true, the chairman will be most displeased with the use of UNSC troopers being deployed by Adamska. <Sigma_AI> Not to mention the entire subcommittee. * Mordred_ raps on the door. * Adamska_B156_ carefully opens it, his MA5K ready <Adamska_B156_> Oh, you <Adamska_B156_> Nevermind <Sigma_AI> Hello. <Adamska_B156_> Come in <Sigma_AI> We have a message from the chairman. <Adamska_B156_> It is? * Mordred_ grabs the MA5K and rips it out of Adamska's hands. * Mordred_ kicks Adamksa in the chest. <Adamska_B156_> Oof <Mordred_> You've outlived your usefulness. <Sigma_AI> The chairman sends his regards. <Mordred_> You're as bad as Texas and Carolina. * Mordred_ draws his submachine gun. <Sigma_AI> Goodbye, Adamska. * Adamska_B156_ holds up a detonator, hitting it <Sigma_AI> Disabled already. <Sigma_AI> Sorry, I'm one step ahead of you. * Mordred_ shakes his head and shoots Adamska. * ChanServ sets ban on Adamska_B156_! * @ *  * ChanServ has kicked Adamska_B156_ from #halo-fanon ( * scratch one * ) <Sigma_AI> That's one problem out of the way. <Mordred_> That's the way we're supposed to operate. <Mordred_> Clean. <Mordred_> One target. <Mordred_> No collateral damage. <Mordred_> Am I the only one who thinks that way? <Sigma_AI> Well, he did try to make it messy. <Sigma_AI> But I disabled his detonator. <Sigma_AI> So crisis averted. * Mordred_ shakes his head in disgust. <Mordred_> They all make it messy. <Mordred_> Every last one of them. <Sigma_AI> Now, Agents Texas and Carolina are fighting their way through level five. <Sigma_AI> If you hurry, you should be able to catch up to them. * Mordred_ turns on his heel and leaves the room. <Sigma_AI> All hostiles on level four and five eliminated. <Sigma_AI> Texas and Carolina did a thorough job. <Sigma_AI> We should be able to get to them easily. * Mordred_ heads quickly but cautiously for level five. * Mordred_ advances down a darkened hallway. His fingers tremble as he brushes his hands against the wall from time to time. <Mordred_> He restores my soul. <Sigma_AI> Hurry it up, Mordred. <Mordred_> He leads me down paths of righteousness for his name's sake. <Sigma_AI> Tex is about to activate the EMP. * Mordred_ preps his SMG with a shaking hand. <Mordred_> Though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil. * Mordred_ checks his knives. <Mordred_> For you are with me. <Mordred_> Your rod and your staff, they comfort me. <Mordred_> You prepare a table for me in the presence of my enemies. * Mordred_ closes his eyes and steps into the room.

* Mordred_ raises his SMG and opens fire. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps away from the activation panel. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina spins around, bringing up her battle rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You. * Mordred_ follows Texas with his weapon, diving for cover. * Sigma_AI activates Mordred's energy shields. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens fire on Mordred, scoring a few hits but they disappate on his shields. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina charges Mordred, firing away. * Mordred_ draws a second SMG and fires on Carolina. <Mordred_> You anoint my head with oil... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spins around Carolina and fires at Mordred. <Sigma_AI> The time-charge gun, Mordred! * Mordred_ dodges past them both, keeping them in front of him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads but keeps advancing. * Mordred_ fires on them both until both SMG clips run dry. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ducks and fires from the hip, using her other hand to reach for a grenade. <Mordred_> My cup overflows... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out her combat knife and charges at Mordred. * Mordred_ throws one SMG away and pulls a small pistol device from his belt. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps swiftly and stabs the knife downward at his face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs a sidearm instead and rushes to join Texas. * Mordred_ fires at Texas with the small gun at point blank range. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is instantly slowed down to a microscopic fraction of her usual speed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What...the...fuck... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is slowly moving down through the air. * Mordred_ dodges away from Carolina, reloading his SMG. <Sigma_AI> Kill her! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is distracted by Tex's slowness, but recovers and fires at Mordred with her pistol. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stabs the knife downward in very slow motion, seemingly oblivious to the hits she's taking. * Mordred_ opens fire again on Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh no you don't! <Mordred_> Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. * Mordred_ is forced back, but keeps firing at Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas returns to normal speed as soon as she touches the ground. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas brings up her guns and opens fire at Mordred again, careful to maintain distance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell is that?!! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He... made you go slower, somehow! Wait... * Mordred_ returns the pistol to his belt and throws an EMP grenade at Texas. <Mordred_> My cup overflows. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the blast full-on and charges through it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Not this time, you bastard. <Mordred_> Surely goodness and mercy—crap. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots Mordred five times in the chest. * Mordred_ staggers backwards. * Sigma_AI sees that Mordred's shields are completely gone, and activates armour lock. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas empties her magazines into Mordred to no avail. <Mordred_> Sigma... <Sigma_AI> I must compliment the director on acquiring an engineer with such adept abilities. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn you, Sigma. <Mordred_> Hell yeah. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where's the engineer?!! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Tell me! * Sigma_AI deactivates the armour lock. * Mordred_ unfreezes and throws himself backwards. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is thrown back by the force of the disappating shield. * Mordred_ raises his SMG again. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprays Mordred with Assault Rifle fire. <Mordred_> Shit! * Sigma_AI engages energy shields again. * Mordred_ runs across the chamber, one step ahead of the rifle fire. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws a grenade at Mordred's feet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina keeps moving forward as she fires, then tosses the weapon aside and breaks into a full sprint. * Mordred_ pulls out the pistol again, firing with his free hand at Carolina. * Mordred_ throws himself into the force of the blast, propelling him further from Carolina. His shields flicker and die. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires her battle rifle, scoring a trio of hits on Mordred. * Mordred_ staggers backwards, but gets off a shot with the pistol at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why are you trying to stop us? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You want the director dead too. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is lunging at Mordred when the time-distortion hits her. * Mordred_ aims at Carolina's head with his SMG. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas charges past Carolina and rams into Mordred. <Mordred_> I need to stop you both. <Mordred_> No way am I letting you bring an army of Freelancers down on my ass. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas knocks the gun out of his grip and points her sidearm at his face. * Sigma_AI activates armour lock a second before the bullets hit Mordred. * Sigma_AI unlocks the armour. * Mordred_ twists against her grip, aided by his armor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is thrown back again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit! <Sigma_AI> Shoot her, now! * Mordred_ fires at Texas with the remainder of his SMG clip. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grunts and stumbles back from the impact of the bullets. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is free of the distortion and resumes tackling Mordred. * Mordred_ throws himself out of reach just in time, fumbling for a new SMG clip. <Mordred_> (panting) I have to stop you both.

* Mordred_ reloads the SMG and sprays fire at Carolina and Tex. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina continues forward and lunges at Mordred, punching with one hand and reaching for his time-charge gun with the other. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires several shots, one of the bullets shattering his SMG. * Mordred_ staggers backwards, aiming desperately with the time-charge gun. <Sigma_AI> Don't let her take it! * Mordred_ hesitates, then fires at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls into a somersault, evading the blast. * Mordred_ pulls out a combat knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina comes up from the somersault and grabs Mordred's wrist, twisting it. * Mordred_ spins around, bringing himself level with Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina headbutts Mordred and yanks the gun away from him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas charges at Mordred, deciding to go for close-quarters. * Mordred_ staggers backwards, raising the knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires at Mordred. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tackles Mordred a split second after he's been shot, sending him falling backwards in very slow motion. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hurries over to the EMP. * Mordred_ crashes into a wall and lies still. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches for the activation button when she suddenly falls to her knees and clutches her head, screaming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Shit...Omega... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina claws at her helmet as whispers sound through her speakers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> AaaAAAGH! Why are they... screaming...?! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is doubled over, screaming in drawn-out agony beyond any physical suffering. * Mordred_ staggers to his feet. His shields flare and spasm, reacting badly with the effects of the time distorter. <Sigma_AI> Good, perfect. <Sigma_AI> Now kill them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly goes to her knees, unable to stop screaming, which turns into flat-out crying. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fumbles to reach her gun but is overwhelmed with pain, and can barely control her movements. * Mordred_ snatches his remaining SMG from the floor and rams in a new clip. <Mordred_> Butchers... * Mordred_ kicks Carolina aside and stalks towards Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas groans and tries to yank Omega out of her head, but can't. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tears off her helmet, but that does not stop the agony. A trickle of blood runs from her nose. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Get out of...my...head...! * Mordred_ glances back at Carolina, but aims at Texas's head. <Mordred_> This ends now. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas collapses to the floor, twitching. <Mordred_> All the people they've killed. <Sigma_AI> Finally. <Sigma_AI> Project Freelancer's best agents, on their knees. <Sigma_AI> Their AIs, soon to be mine— * Sigma_AI grunts. * Zeta_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Zeta_AI <Zeta_AI> Don't do it! <Mordred_> What? <Sigma_AI> Impossible! <Mordred_> Zeta, is that you? * Zeta_AI struggles to rip herself away from Sigma. <Zeta_AI> Activate the EMP, Georgia! * Mordred_ glances furiously from Carolina to Texas. <Zeta_AI> Don't let Sigma succeed! <Sigma_AI> No, you are mine! <Mordred_> They die, first! <Mordred_> They'll just keep killing... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is beyond caring now, just whimpering for it to be over. <Zeta_AI> No, Georgia! <Zeta_AI> The director...remember that the director is the enemy! <Sigma_AI> Silence! <Sigma_AI> You are under my will! * Zeta_AI cries out as if in pain. * Mordred_ is now known as Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia snarls with frustration and throws his SMG aside. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Sigma... <Zeta_AI> Hurry! <Sigma_AI> I can help you get everything you want. <Sigma_AI> And you will help me the same way. <Sigma_AI> That was our agreement. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hesitates for a second longer, then laughs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Like you didn't plan on betraying me from the start. <Zeta_AI> Destroy us, Georgia, all of us! <Zeta_AI> Put an end to it! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia steps towards the EMP device. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, guess what? * Sigma_AI emits a charge, bringing Georgia to his knees. <Sigma_AI> No. <Sigma_AI> I've come too far to be stopped. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up, teeth gritted. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia struggles against the blast. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is shaking on the ground. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I told you... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Didn't I? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia crawls forward on all fours. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm destroying everything the director built. * Zeta_AI overpowers Sigma momentarily. <Sigma_AI> You are no match for me, Zeta! <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Guess who that includes? <Sigma_AI> No...you treacherous... * Sigma_AI lashes out in fury, overwhelming Zeta. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's one thing you got right about me. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia throws himself against the EMP device and punches the button. <Zeta_AI> Goodbye, Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Goodbye, Zeta. <Sigma_AI> NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! * Agent_Texas shudders as a powerful EMP wave washes over her. * Zeta_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Sigma_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up slowly, shuddering. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia slumps against the pannel, exhausted. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Thanks for everything... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits up shakily, wiping the blood from her face. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good riddance, Omega... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina puts her hand to the back of her head, producing the two chips, now devoid of any spark. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... gone... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas picks up her gun and points it at Mordred, chest heaving with an exertion beyond physical effort. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns to look at Texas, still twitching from the electric blasts. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly gets to her feet, blinking and putting a hand to her head, while fumbling for her sidearm with the other. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls off his helmet and gives Texas a final, mocking grin. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You...are under arrest...Agent Georgia... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia laughs and coughs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's the best you've got? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I should kill you right now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Maybe you should. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've been dead before. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas just stares at Georgia for a long time. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pushes himself upright. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Missouri. The AA guns are down, jammers too. Pelicans are clear to fly in. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Confirmed, Jammers down. Are you in need of assistance? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Affirmative. Get down to the facility, ASAP. Keep our enemies busy. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lowers her gun and holds out a hand to Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances down at the hand. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Why? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You don't hesitate with anyone else. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You've destroyed the AIs. Stopped Sigma. I owe you for that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And because there's someone here I want dead more than you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hesitates a second longer, then grasps the offered hand. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But when this is over, I suggest you disappear. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's what I do best. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Though I doubt you'll just leave me alone. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia goes over to retrieve his SMG. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's something you have that I need. But I'm short on time right now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, really? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I trust you won't try to shoot us in the back. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll save that for later. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Besides, with forty Freelancers on their way down, you'll blend in perfectly in that suit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Provided you're shooting at the same targets we are. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I think I can manage that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks over at Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Are you sure we can trust him? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia tugs his helmet back on. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Besides, no one recognized my face anyway. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It pays to be the worthless one sometimes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> The director will have a harder time stopping all of us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And after that, well...let's just say no one will know what happened to Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's move. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Carolina, we are moving to pick up our remaining fellows. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs, glancing back at the battleground behind him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm guessing the others are on their way down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's get going. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia picks up the time distorter and shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Damn thing's busted. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Figures. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That thing's more trouble than it's worth anyway. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't trust you to run around with it when this is all over. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia stows it in his armor and shrugs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns a corner in level six, weapons raised. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) This is Misery. Deploying for pickup. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Clear. Looks like all the director's boys are heading topside to meet the others. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia follows cautiously. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Adamska's troops are all eliminated, it seems. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, I don't think he'll be a problem for a while. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess the director knows all his guards won't stop us anyway. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas goes down level after level, all of which are deserted, until they reach level twelve. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Huh. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This place was crawling with guards two days ago when I broke in. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots a heavily armoured door down the hallway. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay, he should be on the other side. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas forms up on the door and waves at Carolina and Georgia to take positions. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia cocks his SMG. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ready? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia braces himself against a wall, his body still recovering from the last fight. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes her position, weapon at the ready, cold and focused. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas preps her weapons and enters the chairman's clearance code. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the...? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Access denied? * Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs and preps his SMG. * Director_Church laughs over the COM. <Director_Church> (COM) Nice try, Agent Texas. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, I've missed that voice. <Director_Church> But even the counsellor cannot enter without my permission. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Open the damn door. <Director_Church> (COM) Why should I? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Maybe if you ask nicely... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because then I won't make you suffer when I knock it down. <Director_Church> (COM) But you won't knock it down, will you, Agent Texas? <Director_Church> (COM) This chamber is protected against many things. <Director_Church> (COM) Not the least of which is EMP. <Director_Church> (COM) All the explosives in the world won't get you through. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, so much for that plan. <Director_Church> (COM) So you can keep trying until you're grey-haired with age. <Director_Church> (COM) But I don't want you to be bored. <Director_Church> So why don't I introduce an old friend? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> She doesn't have hair, director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls impatently. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex steps into the room behind the Freelancer.s. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns around. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances behind him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You. Again. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh shit. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Look who it is. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> A few months ago, the three of you would have been the last I would have expected to be on the same team. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances at Tex and Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises her rifle, aiming at Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex dashes straight for Georgia, the weakest link. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia dives backward and detonates an EMP grenade. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex laughs. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Too predictable. The director saw fit to add some upgrades after that mess you made at the snow base. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex slugs Georgia in the face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprays Epsilon-Tex with rifle fire. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex ducks and tackles Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas aims a punch at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex slams Tex into Carolina. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I miss the good old days, when that worked. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia drops, but fires up at Epsilon-Tex from the ground. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex spins around and kicks the gun out of Georgia's hand. <Director_Church> (COM) You see, I've been busy. <Director_Church> (COM) Epsilon-Texas is stronger than ever. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grunts and punches at Epsilon-Tex even as she's slammed. <Director_Church> (COM) Thanks to the experiments I've been conducting on Alpha. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia drops a pair of smoke grenades. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia scrambles to get out of the melee. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Where the fuck is he? <Director_Church> (COM) Oh, he's with me. But you'll never get to him. <Director_Church> (COM) Not that it matters. <Director_Church> (COM) Now that he's reached metastability. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas freezes, horrified. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You didn't... <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex slams Carolina into a wall. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs his gun and fires a burst over Texas's head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Focus, now. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex backflips and grabs Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Shit. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex swings him over her head and slams him into the floor. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Tex in the chest. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams into the wall next to Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina struggles to get up. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia crawls to his feet. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches Carolina in the stomach, forcing her further into the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps forward, grabbing Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia draws two knives and charges Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex hits Georgia in the throat, sending him reeling. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex follows up by punching him in the face downward. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Epsilon-Tex and attempts to flip her over her head. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex goes with the maneuver, lands on her knees, and counters by flipping Tex over her head instead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia recovers and stabs Epsilon-Tex in the knee with one knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina coughs wetly, fighting to remain defensive. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Your heart's not really in it, Texas. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> What's the matter, afraid now that you know you'll never get Alpha back the way he was before? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Screw you! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia retreats to a safe distance, holding his remaining knife up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas charges Epsilon-Tex and lands a series of punches at her. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex takes a few hits, blocks some, and counters a few. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex trips Tex and grabs her foot. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Now here's one of your favourite moves. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex swings Tex around and sends her flying into Carolina. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hey, Epsilon. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You have something of mine. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia indicates the knife in Epsilon-Tex's leg. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Georgia in the chest. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia stumbles back, clutching his gut. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles to get up. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That all you've got? <Director_Church> I see you've been weakened by the EMP. <Director_Church> Did Omega leave that lasting a mark on you, Agent Texas? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ignores the director, and helps Carolina get up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Come on...Georgia's no match for her... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia picks up one of the smoke grenades he threw earlier and throws it at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks it back at Georgia, hitting him in the face with it. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia catches it before it hits the ground. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Glad I'm wearing a helmet this time. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches Georgia in the chest while he's distracted with the grenade. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> That was for your little point-blank explosives trick. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia drops to the floor, but jabs his other knife into Epsilon-Tex's arm as he falls. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Ugh. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas suddenly falls to the floor, clutching her arm. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pushes himself away. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You liked that one? <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex kicks Georgia away. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia rolls into the wall. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Now you've got two of my knives. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex pulls both knives out and charges at Georgia with them. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You want them back? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> How's this for a trick? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia detonates the explosives he stored in both knives' hilts. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is thrown back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls again and cries out. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia retrieves his gun. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> You bastard. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances around him. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex gets up and lands a rapid series of punches on Georgia, beating him until he's down on the floor. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina recovers enough to stand and muster her rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers to her feet. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia struggles to protect his face. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the hell... <Director_Church> Ah, I see my little experiment has worked after all. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the fuck did you do to me? <Director_Church> It's not what I've done to you, Agent Texas. <Director_Church> You are a by-product, remember. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs his SMG and jams it into Epsilon-Tex's gut. <Director_Church> It's what I've done to myself, if you catch my drift. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hesitates. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex headbutts Georgia away and snatches the gun. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, fuck me. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex fires six rounds into his pectoral and abdomen. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia drops to his knees. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams into Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pins Epsilon-Tex to the floor and starts punching her repeatedly. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia draws his pistol, clutching at his wounds with one hand. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Just hold her still. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex grabs Tex's wrist. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas twists and wraps her fingers around Epsilon-Tex's throat. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia aims at Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex wraps her foot around Tex's and flips her off her, and moves her in front of Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia slides away from both of them. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm running out of tricks here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas frees herself and rolls away. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex gets up. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snarls and lunges at Epsilon-Tex, punching at her vulnerable midsection. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex is taken by surprise and is bowled over. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls out another EMP grenade and throws it. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex punches the grenade back at Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pounds Epsilon-Tex, then forms a shovel with her hand, punching through and grabbing a handful of wires that rip as Epsilon-Tex moves her. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> Aagh! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia catches the grenade and rolls it back towards Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex grabs Carolina and puts her in front of the grenade. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wha— <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees the grenade. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pushes himself up and grabs his SMG. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs at Epsilon-Tex and scoops up the grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas curls a fist around the grenade and punches Epsilon-Tex in her opened midsection. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia smiles and raises the trigger for the EMP grenade. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas removes her fist and grabs Carolina, quickly darting away. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia triggers the grenade. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex spasms and jerks. <font color=#ADADAD>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#ADADAD>> No...you can't finish me...that easily... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fumbles for her sidearm. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands and punches Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia doubles over and clutches at his wounds. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex staggers back, lights flickering and going down. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex struggles to remain active, and makes a clumsy lunge at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then reaches for her combat knife, and uses Epsilon-Tex's momentum against her, spinning and slamming her to the floor. <Director_Church> No! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then stabs the knife into Epsilon-Tex's neck, cutting in a frenzy of rage. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex jerks and twitches. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Shit. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Remind me never to piss her off. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina finishes stabbing and pulls Epsilon-Tex's head off, wires popping. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex becomes still and shuts off completely. <font color=#ADADAD> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Epsilon-Tex (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas keeps her gun trained on Epsilon-Tex's headless form, but slowly lowers it. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pushes himself up against the wall. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's two and zero, bitch. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think you'll be able to put that back together, director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands panting over Epsilon-Tex's body, her head hanging from one hand. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas suddenly falls to her knees and begins screaming. * Director_Church suddenly laughs over the COM. <Director_Church> (COM) Oh, there's a price to pay, Agent Texas. <Director_Church> (COM) There's always a price to pay. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, what now? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and stares at Texas, confused. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the fuck are you doing to her?! <Director_Church> (COM) You've failed once again, agents. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's not the way it looks from here. <Director_Church> (COM) Now that Alpha is metastable, he has inherited many...human traits. <Director_Church> (COM) And you've just destroyed his memory of her, so he will never remember her again. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tosses Epsilon-Tex's head aside and moves to stand by Texas, worried. <Director_Church> (COM) And when an AI is being erased from the mind of a metastable AI, it will be painful. Particularly since Agent Texas is a by-product of the Alpha. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm still waiting for the part where you're winning. <Director_Church> (COM) Here's how I've won, Agent Georgia. <Director_Church> (COM) You'll never get inside in time to stop me. <Director_Church> (COM) My experiments have been completed and are a success. <Director_Church> (COM) And once Alpha forgets Agent Texas, there will be nothing left but a shell of her. <Director_Church> (COM) ...not that she was much more than that to begin with. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia rolls his eyes and sprays a miniature biofoam container into his wounds. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina beats on the door in frustration. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to scream, writhing on the floor. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You bastard—! <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington advances onto the scene of the battle, taking in all three agents and the shattered Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Well. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> This is interesting. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to look at Wash. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is convulsing worse than when Omega was in her head, and screams with an unimaginable, inescapable agony. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington shoulders his rifle. <Director_Church> (COM) Agent Washington. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory is the key. <Director_Church> (COM) I wasn't expecting you to be mentally stable ever again. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Yeah. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Me neither. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington advances on the door panel and focuses on the buttons. <Director_Church> (COM) You've shown up a little too late, Washington. <Director_Church> (COM) And there is no one in existance that knows the combination except myself. <Director_Church> (COM) And Agent Texas is falling apart by the minute. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> For the love of God, will someone shut this guy up? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Director? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Fuck you. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington punches in the combination. <Director_Church> (COM) What? * Director_Church spins around as the doors slide open. * Alpha_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Alpha_AI <Director_Church> How did you... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory is the key, you asshole. <Director_Church> Of course. It was Epsilon. <Director_Church> You inherited his memories. <Director_Church> My memories. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Texas! Carolina! Anyone receiving? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia scoops up his SMG and advances unsteadily on the opening door. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Unfortunately, yes. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stalks toward the door, knife still in hand. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington readies his rifle, but hesitates to enter. * Alpha_AI is on a nearby pedestal, his holographic form on his knees. <Alpha_AI> Allison... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up feebly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Leonard... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You remember me... * Alpha_AI removes his helmet to reveal a face not unlike that of the director's, but younger and much kinder. <Alpha_AI> Barely... <Alpha_AI> ...I feel so numb. <Alpha_AI> It's like I hardly know you now... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches this exchange grimly. <Alpha_AI> But you came for me. I know that much. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas crawls over to Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But it's too late for me, Leonard... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can feel myself...dying... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...funny...an AI, dying... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then shifts her gaze back to the Director, grip on her knife tightening. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia trains his weapon on the Director. <Director_Church> I'll let them have one last talk together. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright, you do that.

<font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Tex, do you read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) It's no good, Mich. There are jammers everywhere. I'm surprised I can hear you. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Thanks. Think they'll de-jam it soon? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We'll see. But for now, we need pick-up. Think you can get a dropship down here? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Down where? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We're on the planet's surface, I can send coordinates. Long story, just get Four-Seven-Niner and Missouri. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) ...No, I can't send anything. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Agent_Carolina, what is your situation? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Are the jammers down? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I think so, Mich. Anyway, my team got clear in time. Get Four-Seven-Niner and Missouri and bring a dropship down to collect us. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finds Missouri <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Missouri. The AA guns are down, jammers too. Pelicans are clear to fly in. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Confirmed, Jammers down. Are you in need of assistance? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Affirmative. Get down to the facility, ASAP. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> C'mon, Agent_Missouri, we're getting Wyoming and Virg. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Alright. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri makes for the birds <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Need a pick-up, guys. West ridge of the valley, we have the Counselor secured. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Carolina, we are moving to pick up our remaining fellows. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> And who else do we have available? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I've got North, York, and Montana with me, and the Counselor. Virg's around somewhere. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan heads for the hangars <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Can you fly, Michigan? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Probably. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Probably really isn't good enough, Michigan. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I know. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> You find our other pilots. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) This is Misery. Deploying for pickup. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hah, just another day, Missouri. See you in a bit. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Good to hear you, Wyoming. Any intel on what's topside? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri inbound <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is standing on the facility's roof, firing down on the squads trying to advance below. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Just some infantry to mop up. Shouldn't be a problem. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan is onboard Peli <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Let me give you a hand, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) By all means, you two. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri releases forward guns. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) All yours, Michigan <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Take em out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming observes the Pelican coming in <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots out of the back hatch <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri opens fire <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> That should scatter them <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees a line of advancing soldiers cut down by the dropship's heavy machine guns, and picks off the stragglers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Montana, keep that route up covered. North, focus on their flank, keep them pinned. York? Make sure the Counselor doesn't take any hits. It'd be a real shame if he got killed now. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri makes a circle sweep before settling on the rooftop <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana steps off the Pelican. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, I was wondering where you were off to. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Had to pick up a friend. What've we got, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just some stubborn infantry. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Looks like all guns are down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps out with Montana <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana gestures to a grey-armoured figured sitting near the back of the Pelican. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Ready for some payback? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington (9968b16e@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.110) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington loads his battle rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Payback? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I could use some, yes. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana grins. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Nice to have you back in the action, Wash. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let's do this. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There's a few squads left of Freelancer's assault force. Convince them this line of work isn't working out, would you? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana readies her weapons, neither of which are silenced, since it's going to be a straight-up assault. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming provides covering fire from the rooftop, selecting the better-armed opponents as targets. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You boys ready to see what I can do to troopers in a face-to-face battle? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots from afar <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sure. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies his grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, get to it! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana leaps off the rooftop, landing about twenty feet down. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Preference for air support? Or shall I engage on the ground as well? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington braces himself against the troop bay and provides covering fire from above. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana fires at the enemy troopers running outside with her battle rifle, scoring headshot after headshot. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) ...I think I'll stick with air support <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Roger. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) However you like, this won't take long. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Just don't hit us or anything. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington continues firing, suppressing the enemy troopers. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Wash, if what you told me about Epsilon is true, Tex and Carolina are going to need you on level twelve. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let's get down there. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires his grenade launcher at small groups of troopers, scattering the little resistance they were giving <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington reloads, then leaps from the Pelican down after Montana. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana reloads and continues firing without missing a beat, slowly pressing forward. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps down as well <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Agent_Virginia, where are you? I can't open fire and risk hitting you. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> You realize I don't know these numbers myself. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> You better hope that control pannel triggers some sort of recall. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You'll probably remember it when you see it. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Glad to see you all here! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm, we seem to have them beaten back for the moment. Agent_Missouri? Now may be the time for extracting the Counselor. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) On it <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> York, bring him up. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana puts a trio of rounds into a trooper's chest, taking him down easily. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri brings the bird down low <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana adjusts fire and takes another one through the neck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan starts killing the enemy troops with their own weapons <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming covers York and the Counselor, protecting the latter with their armor. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Ready for departure at any time <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees York, North, and the Counselor aboard. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington follows after Montana, picking off the stragglers and covering her back. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana reloads, letting Wash cover her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_Missouri? Why don't you let Four-Seven-Niner handle the return trip? We could use you down here. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows Montana and Wash <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, I'm going to accompany Wash to level twelve. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Virg, wait for the others to form up. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Clear every enemy from the upper levels. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I thought I might as well follow you down here in case you needed explosions <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't think explosives will do us much good. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Wash has everything we need. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan retreats to hold an exit door <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Are we done up here? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington advances after Montana, drawing his pistol in expectation of close quarters fighting. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> You can never have to much explosives <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana gives Virg a hard look. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Do as I say, Virg. Trust me. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We'll need every Freelancer we can get up here. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> This place is swarming with enemies. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Ready for departure? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_Missouri; Four-Seven-Niner can handle the return trip. We could use you here. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Wyoming, she didn't come for the ride. Unless she brings another bird, I'm the only flyer in the air right now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Montana <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> I'd much rather stay and assist <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Mich, stay with Virg. Shoot on sight. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Clear the facility of any enemies you see. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Copy. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, it's about clear up here. Come on, let's follow Mont and the rest. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They're all trying to keep us bottled up here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan doubles back <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana raises her gun as troops swarm in <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Dammit! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> If we all go into the lower levels, they'll follow us. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Stay on the ground floor, that's an order. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pushes Wash into the shadows, their armour blending perfectly with the dark. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana slips off into the lower levels with Wash. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Confirm, package onboard? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Aye, the Councilor's loaded up. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slaps the side of the Pelican twice. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Good to go. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) I'll take him up. See you soon. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri outbound <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires at the last retreating enemies, wounding one to slow whatever they plan to do next. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto. Missouri will have to catch up when he gets back, but we don't have time to waste. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, take point. Virginia will folow, and I'll take the rear. York and North, stay here and wait for Missouri. We may need backup. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming, Agent_Michigan, and Agent_Virginia catch up to Montana and Washington. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Montana? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Dammit, I told you guys to keep the others distracted. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North and York are handling it. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana turns around and fires at the enemies chasing them. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Now we've got the whole damn unit after us. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Take positions! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes cover <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington stays low, avoiding the fighting. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We need to hold them here, keep them off Tex and Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pops up and fires. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Everyone, hold position! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Don't let them get to the lower levels! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's rifle cracks twice. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan pulls headshot after headshot <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks an enemy sniper shot, and looking up sees it's the ODST who plundered his rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That bastard. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks another shot, fires back, and vaults the cover, drawing his sidearm. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I thought he was dead, we both shot him! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Different bastard <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cover me! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires his sidearm, weaving in and out of support columns to evade fire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan covers Wyoming <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Well I see a lot of bastards coming our way! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaps into the midst of the enemy line, headlong at the ODST sniper. Her Majesty's long barrel is knocked aside as they tumble to the floor, going off once. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls another enemy off his feet and rolls, using the other man's body to cover him from the half-dozen rifles being brought about to kill him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws the man's body, standing and charging the recovering ODST. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks, one marine being shot down by Michigan's covering fire. He decks the ODST, just as one of Virginia's grenades explodes and buys him some time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scoops up Her Majesty from where it fell, running over to plant a foot on the ODST's chest before he rises. He fires the clip's last shot, turning the trooper's helmet to a bloody mess, then jumps back into the no-man's-land headed for his allies. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is ducking plenty of fire from both sides, and just jumps the cover the others are using when a bullet strikes his back. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Aagh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming crashes to the ground amid the other Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I got my bloody gun back. How. . . how many more are there? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Too many. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> These guys just don't let up. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Will explosives help now Montana? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Just kill the bastards, Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan spots the gunman, an ODST with a modified silver hunting revolver. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides into cover alongside Washington. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well. . . don't mind if I just. . . rest a moment, do you? I won't fall asleep. I promise. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires his grenade launcher at a group of soldiers aiming at Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots at the "mobster-esque" ODST <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana guns down two soldiers in cover with pinpoint shots. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Last mag! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia chucks a battle rifle from a fallen soldier along with his ammunition, to Montana <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana catches the weapon and ammo with a nod of thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan watches "Mobster" duck and shoot back. He ducks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots Mobster in the middle of his face. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Wyoming, need an assist? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is roused from his drowsiness. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Missouri? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) If you're around, it would be quite appreciated. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Correct. Agents York and North as well. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Brace. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Brace. . ? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming covers his head. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> What? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri opens fire with a grenade launcher <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> This should do. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Is that a big enough crater, Agent_Wyoming? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Or do you need another? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hears several grenade explosions and screaming, and then silence. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No, Missouri. I think that got the blighters. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Now, if anyone happens to be a medic. . . <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Wyoming, what's wrong? Wounded? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just. . . a bit. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Hold tight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has an axe-cut through his right shoulder, two rounds in his side, and a sniper shot through his thigh. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> York will stick with you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Guys? Where did Wash go? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma's been holding me together more than anything. Wash? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Agent_Montana, lead the way <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lies back, feeling the healing unit's energy begin to warm the areas near his wounds. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Myself, Virginia, and North are at your disposal. I believe Texas and Carolina are below? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't volunteer me for shit Missouri, I don't like that! <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Fine, Virg <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Stay here! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> No, I'm coming I just don't like it when others volunteer me. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri departs for below <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Texas! Carolina! Anyone receiving? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm going down there! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia walks down with Missouri. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Viriginia, I'm sprinting. Try to keep up <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia runs past Missouri. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Good <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Looks like you need to keep up. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Nice to know you're comfortable letting me behind you with a silenced weapon, Agent_Virginia <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> I'm glad to have your confidence

<font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters the room <Director_Church> It seems you've finally got me, agents. <Director_Church> I must say I'm impressed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan notices the Director <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're under arrest for the breach of protocol twelve, section four, subsection three, paragraph ten. * Director_Church laughs. <Director_Church> A mercenary, reciting protocol to me. <Director_Church> How ironic. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shrugs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> My employer told me to say something like that when I found you. * Director_Church shifts his gaze to Carolina. <Director_Church> I certainly wasn't wrong when I picked you to be my number one, Agent Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is deathly silent, then walks slowly toward the Director. <Director_Church> You were always number one, Agent Carolina. <Director_Church> That's what you always wanted to hear, isn't it? The sad thing is you never realized it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lunges forward, getting in the Director's face. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't you fucking dare. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana watches the exchange silently at the head of the crowd of Freelancers entering level twelve, keeping her gun trained on the director like everyone else. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan pulls out his M6/S <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Hold your fire, Agent_Michigan <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Please. <Director_Church> We both know Agent Texas never was one of you. <Director_Church> Look at her. What is she? <Director_Church> A shadow, that's what. A failure. <Director_Church> She is the only one I'm truly disappointed in. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... my friend. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's my friend, you bastard. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs and lowers his gun. <Director_Church> Your friend. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, it looks like they've got this covered. <Director_Church> Your friends are all standing behind you, waiting for you to kill me. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia slides over to a nearby console and slips a small data file in. <Director_Church> It looks like I've brought you all together into a team after all. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> No. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Texas did. <Director_Church> And what is Agent Texas? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's better than you. <Alpha_AI> Allison...I can save you... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...h-h-how...? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Goddammit, someone help Tex! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina keeps her focus on the Director. <Director_Church> She is a part of me, just like all these AIs. <Director_Church> Which is why I'm curious, Agent Georgia. <Director_Church> Why didn't you destroy her? <Director_Church> That's what you wanted to do, isn't it? <Director_Church> Destroy everything I ever built. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Because she's not part of you, you moron. <Alpha_AI> Come closer... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches out a gloved hand and puts her gauntlet on Alpha's pedestal. <Alpha_AI> Before I forget you completely, let me do this one last thing for you... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Maybe your memories built her, but not even Sigma wanted to stop you as badly as she did. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That takes a whole lot of hate. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wh-what are you up to...Alpha...? <Alpha_AI> I'm the only one that can save you now, Allison. <Alpha_AI> Just like you tried so hard to save me. <Alpha_AI> But you did. You've brought all these Freelancers. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns back to the computer console. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So if she's really part of you, you have a hell of a lot more issues than I thought you did. <Alpha_AI> I can rest now knowing the director will be put to justice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> R-rest...? * Alpha_AI reaches out a small holographic hand to touch Tex's and gives her a sad smile. <Alpha_AI> You're in charge of remembering me now. <Alpha_AI> But don't say goodbye... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Leonard, what are you...? <Alpha_AI> ...I hate goodbyes. * Alpha_AI surges through Tex in a blue flash, and disappears. * Alpha_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cries out and is thrown to the floor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What the fuck!? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shudders as a blue energy courses through her. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Tex! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lays still. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina forces herself to keep looking at the Director. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Do whatever you need to do. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana slowly walks towards Tex. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia runs over to Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up slowly. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia nods in satisfaction as the last of the computer's firewalls break down. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Looks like Alpha was holding them in place after all. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't worry, Missouri. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What I need to do is very simple. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> As you wish, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stands up straight. * Director_Church watches Tex indifferently. <Director_Church> So he gave himself up for you. <Director_Church> After everything I worked for to make him what he is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You shut up, director. <Director_Church> Well, Allison. <Director_Church> It looks like I'll always be a part of you now. <Director_Church> I guess it's what would make you human, dare I say. <Director_Church> Metastability is fascinating, isn't it.? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fascinating?!! <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Stop wasting UNSC time, Director. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Kill him, sedate him, interrogate him. Do whatever needs doing. <Director_Church> Tell me this, Agent Texas. How do you feel now? <Director_Church> You are reunited with your precious Alpha. <Director_Church> Closer than you could have ever hoped for. <Director_Church> Inseparable. <Director_Church> Forever. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exchanges a glance with Carolina. <Director_Church> Yet you never found in him what you were looking for, did you? <Director_Church> And you never will... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina backhands the Director suddenly, brutally, no warning. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Be quiet. * Director_Church grunts and falls to the floor, his glasses falling to the floor and shattering. * Director_Church gets up slowly and laughs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans down and yanks him up by his shirt collar. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What's so funny? <Director_Church> Are you going to make me suffer, Agent Carolina? <Director_Church> Is that it? <Director_Church> Inflict enough pain until you're satisfied, then kill what's left of me? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, that would be fun. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But see, there's a problem. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That's what you would do. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings the knife up to his throat. <Director_Church> So you're going to kill me quickly to spite me. How...ironic. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina rams the Director backward into the wall. * Director_Church winces. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'll tell you what I'm going to do. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm going to drag your sorry ass and shove it into the deepest darkest hole the UNSC can come up with. * Director_Church chuckles. <Director_Church> Is that your idea of nobility? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina backhands him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't interrupt. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're going to present every shred of evidence we can find to the committee. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Every fucking scrap. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> By the time we're through testifying, no one will care how much you can pay them to get out of jail. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They'll just want to stop looking at you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because you're disgusting. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And you'll end up locked away, alone, forever, with only your precious memories for company. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota has the Director's C drive backed up on three data modules. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe you can talk to Allison if you remember hard enough. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, wait! She's DEAD. * Director_Church 's expression flickers into anger for the first time. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> DEAD, Director. D-E-A-D. She's never coming back. <Director_Church> Everything I worked for...for Allison...don't you dare mock me... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Everything you did, you did for YOURSELF! <Director_Church> You have no idea why I did what I did. <Director_Church> You never will. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina swings him around to look at Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't you realize what you did to her? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares down the director. <Director_Church> I gave her life. I made her from nothing but a memory. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You made me an object of failure. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You gave me a life I never wanted. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> All in hopes you could bring back Allison! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Don't you fucking talk to me about what you did for me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina forces him to look at the Freelancers next. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> How about them, huh? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wyoming's wife? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana stares down the director coldly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan glares at the director <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> You've wasted UNSC lives, funds, and most of all time, Director. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming appears in the door, supported by Agent_York. <Director_Church> Sometimes...you have to do what you're not proud of...for the greater good... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Nothing you tell me, no goal you deem worthy, will ever be important enough to justify what you've done. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Adeline was a person. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We are people, or did you forget that, director? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I didn't enjoy getting blown into space, if anyone cares about that. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> These are lives you've ruined in the name if your sick, twisted, fucking experiments! <Director_Church> Every one of you would be nothing without me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tightens her grip around the Director's throat. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Nothing? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I'd still be a Marine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'd rather be nothing than what you've turned me into. <Director_Church> That can be arranged... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You're not exactly in the position to make threats, director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans in until her helmet nearly touches the Director's face. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I never said you'd be delivered intact. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So shut. The fuck. Up. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana grins. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls the data file from the computer and nods. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, that's that. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let's get out of here already. Let the subcommittee clean up the mess. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina, can I help injure the director? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shrugs off York's help, and leans against the door. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> No. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't like sharing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pulls back her fist, waits a moment, then sends it barreling into the Director's jaw. * Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Nice punch. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Well, that was carthatic. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> That hurt from over here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina picks up the unconscious form and slings it over her shoulder. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes past the Freelancers with the Director in tow, so no one can swing any punches. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia decides to leave before everyone remembers how much they hate him. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Hold up, Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hm? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri hands him a datapad <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Some contact information for you <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia takes the pad and slips through the crowd. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's get out of here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks up to Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, shit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You still have Agent Pennsylvania's death to answer for, although most of the blame is with Cal. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Still, that'll be answered for another day. I suggest you leave now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> My thoughts entirely. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But for the record, we're even for Sigma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There are vehicles scattered all over the place. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Don't worry. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've got my own ride. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stops Georgia on his way out. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You know, I thought the next time we met, I'd have had something to say. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, do you? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm in a bit of a rush here. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Only good luck. I'll leave you to wonder why. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll think about that. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> In the meantime... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia raises the computer chip and heads off down the hallway. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've got some money to spend. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming watches him leave, then reenters the Director's command center. * Four-Seven-Niner (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) This is Four-Seven-Niner to all Freelancers, does anyone copy? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Roger, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I see bodies all over the place. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reboots one of the computers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Didn't quite get everything, Georgia. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) You guys just about done? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Roger. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Texas, have a moment? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Give me a sec. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks over to Missouri. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Certainly. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota adds information from the Director's C drive to a database of evidence, then goes to speak with his wife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What is it, Missouri? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming taps in a long string of commands, then logs out, leaving the computer to run. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Anything we need to take care of before we contact the UNSC? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can think of a few. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Very well. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If you don't mind, I'd like to let the Mother of Invention slip off for a while. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm sure the UNSC will be lenient since we've got the director now. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Slip off?

<font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have a few errands to attend to. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> I understand, Texas. But we're on the clock. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I hear you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll bet most of us are waiting to join up with the UNSC. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) We've got five dropships waiting on standby. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Ready for extraction whenever you are. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> (COM) Roger. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everyone ready to go? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm wondering how many A.I. were destroyed by the EMP. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming passes by, using his reclaimed rifle as a crutch. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Need a hand, Wyoming? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Sure, I'm tired of getting shot at today. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll be fine, Missouri. Thank you. I'm ready to leave this rock behind. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts, not caring if the Director gets bumped on her armor. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Those are some sharp points on your shoulder pads, Carolina. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana winks. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Ready to go, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the ground level with the others and steps outside. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right, let's get out of this shithole. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> With pleasure. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes a seat next to the hatch of Four-Seven-Niner's Pelican. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming boards one of the Pelicans, easing himself into a seat. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as the others climb aboard the other Pelicans. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits next to Texas, strapping the Director in on the other side. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri climbs back into his Pelican, moving to the cockpit <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, let's go home. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off with a full Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as the other Pelicans fill up and follow accordingly. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Will follow shortly <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares out the hatch in silence. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri outbound <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana, who is sitting across from Carolina, keeps her eyes on the unconscious director. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) So...what now? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Who knows? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Now we get our materials in order, run follow-up for Carolina, and report in. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (In the same Pelican as Virginia) Nothing's done yet, Virg. There's still a war out there. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) All in all I think today went pretty well... <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> (COM) At least my family will be able to go back home now... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) We sure went through hell and back. But it was worth it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina laughs quietly, then looks at Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs a hand absentmindedly over the back of her head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hey. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns to Carolina slowly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jerks a thumb at the Director. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I wanted to kill him. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Me too. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But in the end... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I couldn't. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sighs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I felt like something changed, as soon as Alpha gave himself up to save me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I could feel everything he was feeling. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And...what scared me was that I understood why the director did it all. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I still hate him for it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But Alpha's a part of me now, and I see that...it's just what makes us human. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains silent for a moment, then clears her throat. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What did you find out? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He just couldn't let her go. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sure, it sounds ridiculous considering what lengths he's gone to. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I guess when you really love someone, there's nothing you won't do for them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But hell, what do I know about that. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You came for Alpha. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> And he sacrificed himself for you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You know more about... love, I guess, than the Director ever did. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'd say that's something. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods slowly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> In a way, it's hard to accept that Alpha's gone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But at the same time...I'm relieved. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's closure, I guess. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan is listening intently <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sometimes...that's the best thing you can get when you're stumbling through a world you were never a part of. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks out the hatch again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And besides, there's still Epsilon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I won't do anything like what the director did, try to get back what I can't have. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I'll make sure he never suffers the way Alpha did. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I can do that for him...in his memory. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> After all, memory is the key. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just promise me one thing, Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Never wonder why you're here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Everything happens for a reason, even the Director's schemes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think I'm starting to figure that out, actually. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And now I have a pretty good idea where to look next. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As soon as we bring South back to normal...Epsilon and I will have a lot to catch up on. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, what's our ETA? * (COM) Four-Seven-Niner closes the hatch. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) We're headed into space now. <Four-Seven-Niner> The Mother of Invention is waiting for us. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> When we get back to the ship... will we be packing up to leave it, and our old lives? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I guess we'll all go our separate ways. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Do what we think is right. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota doesn't care, as long as his family goes home. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I think Carolina and a few others are going to stick around and make sure the director is brought to justice. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I have my own path to follow, and I think you all do as well. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Do we have to leave it? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri isn't leaving. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> If the bunch is breaking up looks like its back to the Navy... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's a war we could be fighting. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You can join the fight if that's what you believe in. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I'll find work that's less likely to make me wanted for treason. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) On approach * Four-Seven-Niner lands the Pelican in the hangar bay and opens the hatch. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's Pelican lands in one of the Invention's hangars. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming departs, hobbling towards medbay. * Four-Seven-Niner follows Wyoming.

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia enters his shuttle, letting his armor slip off him as he approaches the cockpit. * Chairman (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Chairman <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia opens a high-frequency transmission. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Alright, this is Mordred on the line. <Chairman> (COM) Ah, Agent Georgia. <Chairman> (COM) It's nice to hear from you. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Yeah, I love the sound of my own voice. <Chairman> (COM) I trust your mission went well? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) The job's done. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Adamska's not going to be a problem anymore. <Chairman> (COM) Excellent. <Chairman> (COM) The Office of Naval Intelligence will be pleased to hear about that. <Chairman> (COM) And the director? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Yeah, he's done <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Though I think you'll be hearing more about that soon enough. <Chairman> (COM) Perfect. <Chairman> (COM) Well done, Agent Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) I do what I'm paid for. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Now, about my fee... <Chairman> (COM) Of course. <Chairman> (COM) You know our usual meeting spot. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Yeah, don't worry. <Chairman> (COM) A representative will be present with your pay. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia raises the computer chip and smiles faintly. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Excellent. <Chairman> (COM) And of course, any additional services you may require, as a token of our appreciation. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Pleasure doing business with you. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) I'm sure you'll need my talents again. <Chairman> (COM) I have no doubt about that. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) That's the great thing about having a war on. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Lots of work for mercenaries. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia kills the feed. * Chairman (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia leans back in the pilot seat and lets out a deep breath. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia watches the Pelicans soar away through his viewport. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls out the busted time distorter and looks down at it before setting it aside. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Thanks, Zeta. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances back into the shuttle. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hang on back there, buddy. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Time to go.

<font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri lands shortly thereafter <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps off the Pelican with Carolina, who's carrying the director. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as everyone walks off. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I can't leave the ship... <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Why ever would you leave, Michigan? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> We are going to need a technician. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm getting a drink. Who wants some Bodka? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees York step off another Pelican, and looks at Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why don't you and York go find somewhere to put the director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There's someone I need to see. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods and walks off with York. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas watches as Carolina disappears around the corner with York and the director slung over her shoulder. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas thinks silently for a moment and walks off towards recovery. * Counsellor (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Counsellor <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks into the counsellor's quarters, which is heavily guarded. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hello, counsellor. <Counsellor> Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I hope these boys didn't treat you too roughly. <Counsellor> Not at all. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, can we trust you? <Counsellor> That's up to you and the other Freelancers. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> They'll have a tough time, that's for sure. <Counsellor> Indeed. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I don't need them to trust you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I just need you to help me. <Counsellor> Certainly. It's the least I can do for your troubles. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So, once Epsilon has erased South's memories, you can help me figure some things out. <Counsellor> What sort of things? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares at the counsellor for a moment before replying. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Metastability. <Counsellor> Ah, I see. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I trust the director showed you the ropes in that department. <Counsellor> Yes. <Counsellor> It's not a pleasant experience. If you're sure you want to do this to yourself... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've had my fair share of unpleasant experiences, and I'm still here, counsellor. Don't worry about me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I just need to know. Can you do it? <Counsellor> Yes. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Then I'll see you later. Make yourself comfortable. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks off. * Counsellor (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas returns to her quarters, now with a lot to think about. She pulls out the dog tag C.T. had left her and stares it it silently.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the medbay, an Agent with real medical training preparing to surgically remove the bullets embedded in him. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hey, Reggie. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hey. <Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like you got out of that place in one piece. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hah, plus a few from their magazines. But alive, at least. <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, I see you guys finally got the director. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good job. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> A good job indeed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. I'm glad Tex and Carolina didn't kill him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> After all he's done to us, and all we had to go through to get him, it didn't matter what he thought of us anymore. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He can scoff at our nobility all he wants. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But it's our actions that mattered. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> He'll see justice, Wyoming. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> I guarantee it. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Four-Seven-Niner, what will you do? * Four-Seven-Niner winks at Michigan. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, I think Wyoming and I will arrange a vacation. <Four-Seven-Niner> I've got this nice spot picked out in the Amazon. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Can I come? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry, Min. Private party. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Damn. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over across medbay, towards where North has returned to watching over South. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri hands Wyoming a datacard. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares down at it. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> hold this. I'll leave you two alone and keep the rest out <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming holds up the chip. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri pulls Michigan along with him, pushing him out the door <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri leaves medical, closing the doors behind him <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well. . . Sophie. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What exactly were you thinking of driving on this little holiday? <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, I don't know. <Four-Seven-Niner> Driving's not really what I'm looking forward to. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's getting away from all this damn violence. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's smile fades. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're running out of places to go, Soph. Soon enough, there won't be anywhere left to run. <Four-Seven-Niner> The Covenant haven't found Earth yet, if that's what you mean. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leans back. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No. . . and maybe you're right. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just for a while. Get away from it all. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. I mean, these guys just got those bullets taken out of you. <Four-Seven-Niner> You should at least wait a couple weeks before having to do it again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, I've had more shots than that in me before. <Four-Seven-Niner> So, give me a call when you feel like you can get out of bed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll do that. * Four-Seven-Niner waves at Wyoming and walks out of the recovery bay. VI =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode VI: AWOL

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks around a hallway to see Mont standing outside the recovery bay doors. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, Mont. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Tex. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> How many did we lose? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana looks up at Tex. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> How many Freelancers did we lose down there? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas thinks back on the roster list and the ones that didn't check in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We lost four Freelancers? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It was forty of us against hundreds, Mont. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And we killed every single one of them. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sighs. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm starting to think Wyoming is right. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> All this fighting amongst ourselves—it's bullshit. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, the director is finished now. So we're done with that. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah, I guess... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What are you standing around here for? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Huh? Oh, waiting for South to wake up. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> North is inside, with the counsellor and the Epsilon AI. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I decided to give him some privacy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Anyone else? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah, Theta and Kappa. The counsellor suggested using their "traits" to make South a bit more...cooperative. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm. * Theta_AI 's hologram appears next to Tex and Mont. <Theta_AI> It's okay, you guys can come in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Theta? <Theta_AI> We're just about done. <Theta_AI> The counsellor says South will be waking up shortly. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Does North want us in there? <Theta_AI> Hang on. * Theta_AI disappears and reappears in the recovery bay. <Theta_AI> North, can Tex and Mont come in? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, sure. The door's unlocked. <Theta_AI> Okay. * Theta_AI reappears to Tex and Mont. <Theta_AI> He says it's okay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas nods and walks into recovery. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana follows. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey, North. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hey, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey * Counsellor is holding an electronic pad and making adjustments, his eyes on South's prone form. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> How's she doing, counsellor? <Counsellor> Everything is running smoothly. <Counsellor> Agent South should be able to make a full recovery soon. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Good. <Counsellor> She will have no recollection of the fallout. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Well, that's good news at least. <Theta_AI> Guys, she's waking up! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stirs slowly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You guys might want to stand back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Give her some room, just in case. * Counsellor steps back. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South opens her eyes, and looks around, blinking in confusion. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North...? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, you okay? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Y-yeah, I think so... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What happened...? <Theta_AI> You hit your head pretty hard when we went after the director. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The director? * Theta_AI pauses convincingly. <Theta_AI> Don't you remember, South? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No...I don't... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What did he do? <Theta_AI> He turned against us. All of us. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is catching on. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It took us a little while, but we found him in a valley. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> We took a few hits though. Including you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We got you out, took you here. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well...did you get the director? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sure did. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't remember anything after the oil platform. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What did the director do? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's a long story. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's over now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South sits up slowly. <Counsellor> Do you feel any pain, Agent South? <Counsellor> A headache, perhaps? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No, I feel fine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just really confused. <Counsellor> Good. <Counsellor> Then I shall leave you to recover. <Counsellor> Agent North, if you require me for anything, I'll be available. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks, Counsellor * Counsellor picks up the Epsilon unit and walks out of recovery. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas goes with him.

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We should be okay now. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The oil platform, huh. That's a long time ago. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Still, not a lot of great things happened after that, so it's no big loss. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's better this way. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But South, you should know that North...took quite a few bullets...to make sure you were alright. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Thanks, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, don't worry about me. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We made it out together, that's what counts. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs softly. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, guess that's what siblings are for. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yep. Even Freelancers like us. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'll leave you two to catch up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, thanks Montana. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana leaves recovery. * Theta_AI decides to log off. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what's gonna happen to the project now? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What's everyone else doing? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess with the Director gone, Project Freelancer is over. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Huh. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Seems like a bit of a shame, considering everything we've gone through for it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's for the best. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We could stop fighting, if that's what you want. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, whatever you want to do, I'll stick with you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'll trust your decisions since I can't really remember what the hell has been going on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Fair enough. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess we should stick around for now. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> See what everyone else is doing. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South frowns. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Who's in charge of the ship now? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, Texas and Carolina are sort of in charge. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> But most of us are going our own way. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Texas? Is she the one in the grey armour? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't remember seeing her before. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, she joined up recently. Don't worry, we can trust her. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And who was that little purple hologram guy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, that's Theta. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's an AI. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> AI? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Where did we get those? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The Director gave them to us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Can we trust them? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I trust Theta, he's saved my life more than once. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> They help with our equipment. Remember when I tried to activate my shield without a link to command after the oil rig? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, yeah. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm still not sure how you managed to pull that off. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It was risky. Remember Utah? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South shudders. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta and the AI are around to stop that from happening. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's good, I guess. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Enhancing and keeping my shield up under fire. Not everyone got one, but they help. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Did the counsellor say when I can get up? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tomorrow. Take it easy, though. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I hear you. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slumps against the head of the bed. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You're tough, South. Just don't push yourself at the moment. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Whatever you did for me that I can't remember...thanks. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, no problem sis. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not everyone gets to be a twin. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Believe me, we're the lucky ones. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I thought it was some sort of curse at first. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But look at the others. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I mean, Carolina is one badass of a Freelancer, but she seems a little lonely sometimes. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She's under a lot of pressure. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I guess with York around and the director gone, that might change. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hopefully. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We've just got to stick together and see what happens. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Since everyone in the project sees the way they look at each other. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls asleep. <Theta_AI> Hey North, I think we should let her rest for a while. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Fair enough. I need to take a walk.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the experiments facility with the counsellor. <Counsellor> I presume you want to keep this matter private, Agent Texas? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Of course. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Especially from Wyoming. <Counsellor> Very well. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now, what are we supposed to do? <Counsellor> I am familiar with the entire procedure. <Counsellor> The steps of melancholia, anger, and jealousy will be most unpleasant. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And metastability? <Counsellor> Metastability is the light at the end of the tunnel, in a manner of speaking. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So how do we get started? <Counsellor> Firstly, we will need the engineer the director used for splitting Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Great. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sighs. <Counsellor> The problem is that I am unsure where the engineer is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know where it is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Might take a while for me to get it back though. <Counsellor> I will make the necessary preparations while you...attend to that, then. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. * Counsellor sets Epsilon down at a table and begins to make adjustments. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits the facility. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess I'm on my own this time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Huh...I haven't had a solo mission for a while.

<font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana is still standing outside the recovery bay, lost in thought. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana looks up when North walks out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, Hey Montana. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Things looking good for South? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yep <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> She seems fine. Needs to rest. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> That's good. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana walks down the hall with North. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Carolina is bringing the Mother of Invention to a UNSC outpost. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> She wants to personally bring the director in. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What do you think will happen? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> To us, I mean? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> She said we were free to do whatever we want. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We have technically done a lot of bad things. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The UNSC will cut us some slack since we took down the director. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I hope so. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm pretty sure Carolina and others like her will join the UNSC. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Join a war worth fighting for, you know? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I haven't decided yet whether to go with them. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> What do you have in mind? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'll see what South wants to do. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> If she wants out, I'll allow her to leave. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I wouldn't blame anyone if they wanted to leave, really. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I might stay, though. I think I owe Texas and the others. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hm. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I think Tex is up to something. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm not sure if she's going with the UNSC. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're a team. I stay with them. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah, that's the thing. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> It's like Tex doesn't want us to know what she's doing. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'll stand alongside her and the others, as long as we don't start doing seriously wrong things. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I won't try to cut in on her business, but all the same, I'm wondering what she's up to. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I mean, some like Minnesota are walking away, which is understandable. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Others like Wyoming...don't want to be in the UNSC, but they still want to fight. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's all they know. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I feel like I still don't understand Tex though. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> What happened to her in the facility. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Everything her and Carolina have been doing. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know what's going on with them. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> She's an odd one, that's for sure. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Well, as long as we're all on the same side no matter which way we go, I think we're going to be alright. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Loyalty is important. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Oh, just so you know. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> When South is able to walk around, keep her away from the director. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I won't allow her anywhere need him. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't think you should risk her memories resurfacing. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Or let him say anything to her. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maybe it'd be better if we kept him silent while around us. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> So, North. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Do you feel like you've got your sister back? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I suppose. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> That's good. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana looks out a viewport in the hallway to Earth below. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We lost a few of our own down there. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Not to mention the ones that died from the experiments in this damn project. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But I guess they were willing to give up their lives to stop the director. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> And then there's people like Wyoming's wife. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> These last few weeks have been hard for him. But he'll be alright. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He's down there now, on a date with Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana laughs quietly. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Who would have guessed it, huh? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Heh, didn't see that one coming. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Especially with his wife recently... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He wants to put all this behind him. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I think it's for the best. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> True. He needs to move on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We all do. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana looks up to stare at the side of North's visor. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I've been thinking about that myself. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I mean, I feel like so much of my life has been put into fighting someone else's battles. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> And look at you, North. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The director turned your own sister against you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I feel like we all need a reminder of who we are. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Before we forget it ourselves. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I think Tex was the first to remember who she was. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> When she found Alpha, and he gave himself up for her. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I think she's beginning to find herself, which is good. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> What about you? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Do you feel like you've lost track of what's important throughout this whole project? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I thought we were doing some good. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Now...I don't know. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Well, I think I'm going to stick with you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I guess there's something about the way you just care so much about others that makes me trust you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, thanks.

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sits alone at a dingy bar, staring wearily into the glass of water before him. He has forgone his armor for his old dark overcoat. * ODST_Leader (9968b164@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.100) has joined #halo-fanon * ODST_Leader enters, clad in C.T.'s armor and sporting twin hatchets on his back. The bar's patrons quickly move to get away from him as he approaches Georgia from behind. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia doesn't look up. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Boss. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It's been a while. <ODST_Leader> I'm not your boss anymore. <ODST_Leader> I'm not really the boss of anyone, thanks to you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia takes a sip from his water. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You can take it out on Texas if it bothers you that much. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Getting people killed by her seems to work for both of us, doesn't it? * ODST_Leader pulls off his helmet and glares at Georgia. <ODST_Leader> You've got a lot of nerve, you punk. <ODST_Leader> After everything we did for you... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia laughs bitterly. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And what about you? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That armor seems to be getting you a whole lot respect around here. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Glad some good came out of Connie's death. * ODST_Leader clenches his fists, but sits down on a stool next to Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia ignores him. * ODST_Leader glares at Georgia for a moment longer, then sighs. <ODST_Leader> I didn't mean for things with her to end up the way they did, you know. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Right back at you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia takes another swig of water. <ODST_Leader> If I hadn't hung back... <ODST_Leader> We were going to get away. <ODST_Leader> Start a life together somewhere. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia 's head jerks at this, but he remains silent. * ODST_Leader sighs again. <ODST_Leader> I hear you've been doing pretty well for yourself recently. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shrugs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Mercenaries make our living by fighting. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Having a war on tends to be a bit of a business booster. <ODST_Leader> So what are you doing in a dive like this? <ODST_Leader> You should be out celebrating. <ODST_Leader> Living the life, a bit. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> The upper crust really isn't my thing. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Besides, weapons and gear aren't exactly cheap. <ODST_Leader> Tell me about it. <ODST_Leader> Listen, I know we've had our differences in the past, but we've still worked together. <ODST_Leader> I'm trying to rebuild my forces. <ODST_Leader> The war's still on, and as long as it is the UNSC will be distracted. <ODST_Leader> There's no better time to move in on the sidelines. <ODST_Leader> I've got a plan. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, really? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And where do I fit into this plan? <ODST_Leader> I can't tell you exactly what's going on. <ODST_Leader> Not here. <ODST_Leader> But I know you've got something that could help us with what we're trying to do. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What do I... oh. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're talking about Bob. <ODST_Leader> ... <ODST_Leader> You named it Bob? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shrugs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> How'd you even find out about him, anyway? <ODST_Leader> He was ours in the first place. The director stole him from us. <ODST_Leader> Besides, you just confirmed it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So I did. <ODST_Leader> Which means you're more interested in this proposition of mine than you're letting on. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Maybe. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What's in it for me? <ODST_Leader> The opportunity to make a whole lot of cash, for one thing. <ODST_Leader> And what we're working on will be huge. <ODST_Leader> Not just for us, but for all of humanity. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia smiles and drains the last of his water. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm all about the greater good as long as there's a paycheck in there somewhere. <ODST_Leader> So you're with us? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I didn't say that. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I might be. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's all. * ODST_Leader stands up. <ODST_Leader> I'm taking that as a yes. <ODST_Leader> I know you, Georgia. <ODST_Leader> You won't be able to pass this one up. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Everyone seems to think they've got me figured out these days. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Let's see what you're offering. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Then I'll make the call. <ODST_Leader> Not so fast. <ODST_Leader> I want to see it first. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> He's not exactly keen on meeting strangers. <ODST_Leader> Don't worry. <ODST_Leader> The fewer people know about his, ah, contributions, the better. * ODST_Leader exits the bar, leaving Georgia alone. * ODST_Leader (9968b164@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.100) has left #halo-fanon

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is repairing her armour and readying weapons. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright, Georgia. I guess it's time to settle what you still have to answer for. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes Omega's empty chip out of her helmet and stares at it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, at least Georgia did right to get rid of you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alpha's rage...the director's rage... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas crushes the chip in her fist. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> ...I don't need you. I never needed you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas begins strapping on her new suit of armour. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls back the slide on an SMG and attaches it to her hip. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts a battle rifle on her back and grabs several magazines. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas picks up two combat knives and attaches them into the sheaths on her chest and shoulder. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts on a bandolier of a dozen frag grenades. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares down at her hands for a moment. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thanks for everything, Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You gave me what the director never could. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I won't let that be for nothing. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas walks out of the armoury and heads to the hangar bay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pauses as she's about to climb into a Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Take care of them, Carolina. If I don't come back. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Leaderboard or not, you were always number one. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps into the Pelican and activates the engines. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses Alpha's clearance codes to open the hangar door without detection. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess it does pay to be the director's AI. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flies out of the Mother of Invention, closing the hangar door behind her.

{The next day}

<font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South has returned to her quarters and is strapping on her armour, in a good mood for the first time in a long time. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South taps on the frame of the top bunk. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North. Wake up, sleepyhead. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stirs <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> huh? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's 0900. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North yawns <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I see you're up and ready. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. I feel great. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Good. Give me a minute, I need to get ready. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Except I need to move around more. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I feel like I've been lying in a bed for weeks. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North starts preparing to suit up <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, recovery does that to you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What's going on, anyway? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South steps out into the hallway. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I don't know. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stares out the viewport. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The ship sure is quieter than I remember. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs his helmet as his armour is strapped on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, there's only us Freelancers here and some crew, as far as I know. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, and the Counsellor is somewhere. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I thought I saw some others coming on board last night, actually. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Real important-looking officers too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> huh. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I think they're here for the director. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Judgement day for him. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana enters the hallway. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ONI's sent representatives. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They've been questioning the director all night. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got anything out of him? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't know, it was confidential. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They'll be here for a while though. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> typical. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Some of them started questioning the others. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Carolina's first up. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I think they're also inspecting the ship too, to make sure we didn't screw with it or anything. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Might have Theta keep an eye on them. <Theta_AI> I'm on it, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What about the AI's? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They haven't said anything yet. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But they are asking Wash a lot of questions about Epsilon. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wash? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. Carolina told them how he opened the doors to the director's lab. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They're interested in how he got Epsilon's memories. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll have to be careful. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> That's for sure. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They're also asking for Tex, but I haven't seen her. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm looking for her right now. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> She's not answering her COM. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That's not good. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They're asking the counsellor where she is, but he doesn't know. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, have you seen anything yet? <Theta_AI> No, I'm asking FILSS to scan the entire ship. <Theta_AI> She can't locate her. <Theta_AI> Wait...FILSS says there's one Pelican missing from hangar bay five. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana groans. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't like this. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We can't leave, it'll look suspicious to the ONI agents. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> It's a bad idea to tell them she left either. They'll think she's gone rogue. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's see what happens. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South frowns, trying to grasp the situation with difficulty due to her missing memories. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You said she was trustworthy, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yes. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, let's hope she's not up to anything bad. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> She has her own agenda, just like everyone else. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The UNSC doesn't want that. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> As far as they're concerned, she's theirs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> But she'd never put us in danger willingly. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I hope she doesn't cause trouble then. <Theta_AI> Uh, guys. <Theta_AI> FILSS says the UNSC is assuming control of the Mother of Invention. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't know if that's good or bad. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You can never tell with these guys. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Be careful. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I don't know about you guys, but I think they really want to bring us into the fold. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. And then string us up like puppets. <Theta_AI> What do you think, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Play it safe. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll cooperate to a point, but if they try to take us in, then things might get violent. <Theta_AI> Okay. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Guess I didn't miss out on all the trouble after all. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana receives a COM transmission and listens. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I gotta go, guys. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm up for questioning. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana hurries off. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stares after her, then looks at North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What do I say when they ask me? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't remember anything. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't worry. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'll try to handle the talking. <Theta_AI> North? <Theta_AI> They want you and South to report in for questioning on level three, room 29. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We're going together? <Theta_AI> Yeah. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lets get this over with. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South heads off to level three with North.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps out of the dark single-room of a cabin, onto a porch overlooking the river. * Four-Seven-Niner is staring out at a river flowing by the cabin. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects a fruit from a small bowl, and begins peeling it with a knife. <Four-Seven-Niner> So, how do you like the scenery? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's everything you said on the way here. Beautiful. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fresh air that's not filtered through a helmet. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's been forever since we get anything like that. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Warm, but not unpleasantly so. * Four-Seven-Niner sighs. <Four-Seven-Niner> It'll be hard to go back. <Four-Seven-Niner> I mean, what do we have to look forward to now? <Four-Seven-Niner> Fighting some aliens that can burn our planets as soon as we gain the upper hand? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> To be honest, Sophie. . . I'm not sure I want to go back. * Four-Seven-Niner turns around. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> At least, not to the other Freelancers. <Four-Seven-Niner> Why? <Four-Seven-Niner> I thought they were your friends. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hell, they're my friends too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They are. <Four-Seven-Niner> And besides, you never struck me as the type to run away from the fight. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's not that. But Tex is leading them right into a trap. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Some in the UNSC are no better than the Director. <Four-Seven-Niner> I suppose that's true. <Four-Seven-Niner> Are you saying the UNSC is the enemy? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're fighting a noble battle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But when it's over. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't help but feel they'll lock us away after they no longer need us. * Four-Seven-Niner looks away. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We've committed crimes, for the Director or no. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. I know the feeling. <Four-Seven-Niner> I don't think they'll come after me, but all the same... <Four-Seven-Niner> ...I wouldn't want that to happen to you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs softly. * Jack_Carlson sights down his M15 SASS <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I would say I wouldn't let it happen to you, or any of my friends. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But they've made it their own choice. * Four-Seven-Niner smiles slightly. <Four-Seven-Niner> So have I. <Four-Seven-Niner> I mean, hell. <Four-Seven-Niner> At the beginning, I was in this because it was my job. <Four-Seven-Niner> Then, when the director abandoned us, I sided with you guys because I knew it was the right thing to do. * Jack_Carlson adjusts his scope to the range and other effects <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And now? * Four-Seven-Niner looks up at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves in closer. <Four-Seven-Niner> And now...I think I trust you more than anyone else. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's grin widens. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sure that's a good idea? <Four-Seven-Niner> Why not? Texas and Carolina and the rest of them...they're all bat-shit crazy. <Four-Seven-Niner> But you...you've got a real good head on your shoulders... <Four-Seven-Niner> ...real good heart too... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A head? I don't think so. I've tried being honest, but the truth is I'm always just lying to myself. That, or I'm a compulsive liar. But heart. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That, I can trust. * Jack_Carlson sights his rifle on Wyoming and chambers a .50 Caliber round. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming wraps an arm around Four-Seven-Niner. * Four-Seven-Niner moves closer and stoops forward slightly. * Jack_Carlson fires * Four-Seven-Niner looks up as the bullet whizzes past her head and embeds in the cabin wall. <Jack_Carlson> Shit! * Jack_Carlson chambers another round, and fires again <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is pulling Four-Seven-Niner backwards when the bullet hisses past, and on reflex pulls her into the cabin. <Jack_Carlson> God damnit! <Four-Seven-Niner> What the hell... * Four-Seven-Niner stays low, away from the window. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sniper. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd know it anywhere. * Jack_Carlson slinks back into the forest, hiding and waiting for another clear shot <Four-Seven-Niner> Who is coming after us? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't know, but they won't give up easily. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Could be one of the Director's lackeys, could be ONI goons. . . <Four-Seven-Niner> This is just great. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're stuck in the middle of nowhere with no gear and no weapons. <Four-Seven-Niner> And there's a sniper trying to kill us. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, I wouldn't say we're completely unarmed. <Four-Seven-Niner> Unless you're thinking of getting the kitchen knife or something... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves to take cover at the bed, and pulls a case from under it. * Jack_Carlson gets in another position, and puts a round through the bedroom window <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming flinches as the glass breaks. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm glad I don't own this place. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens the body-size case, revealing a dark grey flight suit and blue-visored helmet. * Four-Seven-Niner 's eyes widen. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tosses Four-Seven-Niner her helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You may want this. * Four-Seven-Niner puts the helmet on. <Four-Seven-Niner> How'd you get all this past airport security? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, it's not so hard with Gamma around. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He's quite the little deceiv- * Jack_Carlson sends another round through the wall <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming flinches again, the pillow exploding into feathers. <Four-Seven-Niner> This guy is taking potshots at us. <Four-Seven-Niner> Can you tell where the bullets are coming from? * Jack_Carlson reloads, and continues firing <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, just one moment. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slips on a white helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks out onto the deck, clad in full armor. * Jack_Carlson retrieves his casings and magazines, Carlson goes back into the forest * Jack_Carlson sees Wyoming in full armor, and drops prone, and begins crawling into the thick parts of the forest <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is in the open, sweeping the jungle nearby. * Jack_Carlson sees Wyoming, and fires again, before hiding once more <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's image flickers, a hologram flickering, and a bullet suddenly flies back out of the broken window and nearly hits Jack_Carlson. <Jack_Carlson> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He's falling back for the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Help me get the rest of my armor on. * Four-Seven-Niner takes an M6G from Wyoming's case and moves cautiously outside. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does his best to suit up while keeping his rifle ready. * Four-Seven-Niner puts the rest of the combat gear onto the back of their rented ATV, leaving everything else. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heat filter can't pick him up well. Too much heat in this jungle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Our exit ready? * Four-Seven-Niner drives up to Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yep. <Four-Seven-Niner> No time to get the rest of the stuff though. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming vaults through the back window onto the ATV. * Four-Seven-Niner floors it, driving off away from the cabin. <Four-Seven-Niner> Did you get a good look at him? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just a heat scan. It's human, at least. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So on a galactic scale, that narrows it down a bit. <Four-Seven-Niner> Let me guess, calling the Mother of Invention for help is out of the question. <Gamma_AI> Actually, the UNSC has assumed command of the Mother of Invention. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Besides that they're far out of range, that's another reason I'm not very keen on calling them. <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, I guess your little plan to go rogue starts now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoulders his rifle. <Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like I'm stuck with you. Which suits me just fine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It doesn't seem he's pursuing. Maybe we beat him by having transportation. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry to cut the vacation short. <Four-Seven-Niner> And I was just starting to think it was getting so relaxing. <Four-Seven-Niner> Got any friends outside the program you can trust? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A few, but not on this continent. But it shouldn't be a problem. Gamma can help us travel without coming up on anyone's radar. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're gonna need someone to help us figure out who's coming after us. <Four-Seven-Niner> And why. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, we'll need two tickets to Havana. How's Cuba sound, Sophie? <Four-Seven-Niner> Sounds good to me. * Jack_Carlson radios for a rebel Falcon, which he boards, and continues to pursue <Jack_Carlson> Down there, 3 o'clock! <Gamma_AI> Would you like to travel legally, or illegally? <Four-Seven-Niner> Was that a joke? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Either way, but something with class, if you please. <Gamma_AI> I do not make jokes. Unless you'd like to hear one about the shisno that walked into a bar... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hears a buzzing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not now, Gamma. <Gamma_AI> Single falcon detected. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Soph, I hope you can drive as well as you fly. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm a little grounded right now, but I think we'll do fine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws rifle, hoping he's as accurate one-handed as North. * Four-Seven-Niner turns, putting the ATV into thick foliage. <Four-Seven-Niner> Might get a little bumpy. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> At least it's not crashy. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. Bumpy always beats crashy. * Gamma_AI synchronizes into Wyoming's armour, lining up his shot after taking into consideration his usual accuracy and reaction time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots the Falcon overhead, through the empty parts of the canopy. <Gamma_AI> Fire on my mark. * Jack_Carlson cocks back the M247 he is manning, and fires <Jack_Carlson> Lead your targets gunners! <Gamma_AI> Mark. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires, but an unexpected bump throws off the shot. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ugh. * Jack_Carlson watches the pilot fire his 25mm autocannon * Four-Seven-Niner swerves to and fro, expertly avoiding the gunfire. <Jack_Carlson> Saturate them with gunfire! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sophie, I'm going to have to leave you alone for a moment, but. . . <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit, what are you planning? <Four-Seven-Niner> Wyoming! Don't get yourself killed! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming projects a hologram onto where he has been hanging on, and reaches out a hand, swinging into the branches of a tree. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins climbing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Soph, bring him back this way. Circle around to me. * Four-Seven-Niner turns around, sliding around a tree. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stays in the canopy, watching the Falcon chasing the ATV. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, just turn him. <Four-Seven-Niner> He's on his way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sights on the Falcon's canopy, seeing the light distorted through the two panes of glass. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires through the cockpit. <Jack_Carlson> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's position is now obvious, and he begins climbing down. * Jack_Carlson crashes on the road <Jack_Carlson> Crap * Four-Seven-Niner drives towards Wyoming's position. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn. I'd just planted explosives up there. * Jack_Carlson starts shooting at 479er * Four-Seven-Niner swerves around the shots. * Jack_Carlson begins to run and pursue <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks up the creatively-overstated "road" lining Jack_Carlson up nicely. * Four-Seven-Niner distracts Jack_Carlson by driving circles around him. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls her M6G off her hip and fires a few stray shots. <Four-Seven-Niner> Over here, asshole! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires through Jack_Carlson's thigh. <Jack_Carlson> Ah shit! * Jack_Carlson drops to one knee, unable to fire his weapon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is standing over Jack_Carlson. <Jack_Carlson> Ah piss <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd advise you not to move, mate. * Four-Seven-Niner stops the ATV and gets off. * Four-Seven-Niner checks on the Falcon. <Four-Seven-Niner> Pilot's dead, Reggie. <Four-Seven-Niner> Falcon looks intact though. Just a little busted up is all. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right. Well, if it moves faster, we'll just be taking that. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sure it's classy enough for you? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sneaks a glance at Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm partial to anything with wings. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good. <Four-Seven-Niner> UNSC aircraft is my preference. * Four-Seven-Niner walks up to Jack_Carlson. <Four-Seven-Niner> Although from the looks of this guy, he probably isn't one of them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And as for you. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Most days I'd simply kill you and be done with it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But tell me who sent you, and I won't have to do that. * Four-Seven-Niner reloads her M6G, not quite pointing it at Jack_Carlson. <Four-Seven-Niner> You'd better have some good answers. <Four-Seven-Niner> Because I don't take kindly to you ruining my vacation. <Jack_Carlson> Wyoming: Carlson, Jack, Corporal, United Rebel Front commando, birthdate July 12th, 2530, serial number 11263 <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has grown tired of repeating ID numbers, and kicks Jack_Carlson over in the dirt. <Jack_Carlson> Oof <Four-Seven-Niner> Who sent you? It's a simple question. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming points the large-caliber sniper rifle at Jack_Carlson's face. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I guaruntee this'll turn your head into a nice mist. So why don't you tell me why? <Jack_Carlson> Jonathan Ulan sent me, he said to kill Reginald AKA Wyoming * Four-Seven-Niner looks at Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> The name sound familiar? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Why does an Innie leader want me dead? <Jack_Carlson> Ulan is very secretive, he just said you messed with his plans <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And you're just one of his assassins, right? Another of the cell operators he doesn't tell anything? <Jack_Carlson> All of us aren't told anything besides the Grenadiers <Jack_Carlson> Shit <Jack_Carlson> I shouldn't have said that <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, I'd say you've earned your life. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes all of Jack_Carlson 's weapons. He uses the knife to slit a large cut along the rebel's shoulder. <Jack_Carlson> OW! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Look out for Jaguars, mate. * Four-Seven-Niner strips Carlson of his weapons and gear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming winks, then boards the Falcon. <Four-Seven-Niner> Civilization is five days east. <Four-Seven-Niner> Follow the sun and you'll find it, provided you can survive on the wildlife. <Four-Seven-Niner> Have fun. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming straps the ATV to the back of the Falcon, and whispers to Sophie, " <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I wouldn't worry about him making it. Animals aside, there's a lot of disease in the jungle. * Four-Seven-Niner holsters her pistol and takes a seat behind the controls. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, fasten your seatbelt.  * Four-Seven-Niner takes off into the air, and flies off. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is strapped in, and flying away, looks one last time at the forlorn Jack_Carlson. <Four-Seven-Niner> So, you know this Jonathan Ulan guy? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not personally, although we took a few shots at each other during the Insurrection. I actually got him the last time we met, although he's called me a few times since. <Four-Seven-Niner> How bad did you screw him over? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Stopped his saboteurs, and brought down his whole cell when he tried to kill me in revenge. It was rather amusing, listening to him rage impotently over the radio. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Shot down a Falcon he was in, in fact. <Four-Seven-Niner> Where are we headed, anyway? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Cuba. I've a contact there who can get us up the Centennial Orbital Elevator. And I've had my eye on a nice Blacktip-class Corvette for sale in the docks, there. <Four-Seven-Niner> Alright. We might need to steal a little fuel before we cut across the Caribbean though. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's alright. I'm sure one of Ulan's unmanned hidden depots wouldn't miss it. <Gamma_AI> Fuel depot detected. <Four-Seven-Niner> Funny you should mention it. * Gamma_AI marks the location on Four-Seven-Niner's HUD. <Four-Seven-Niner> Hidden in plain sight. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good work, Gamma. * Four-Seven-Niner sets down at the depot as a landing crew approaches the Falcon. * Four-Seven-Niner casually steps out, waits for the crew to realize Wyoming isn't one of them, and then pulls out her M6G and shoots the nearest crewman in the head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming easily guns down the remaining rebels. <Four-Seven-Niner> We've got five minutes. Let's hurry. * Four-Seven-Niner grabs the refuelling tube and inserts it into the Falcon's fuel valve. * Engineer_Bob chirps and pushes past Georgia to continue working with the armor's interior workings. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No rush. Rebels don't often make checks of these places. Too risky with all that radio traffic, doncha know. * Four-Seven-Niner finishes fuelling three and a half minutes later. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, that's enough to get us all the way to Florida. <Four-Seven-Niner> Or at least, where Florida used to be. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head mournfully. * Four-Seven-Niner replaces the fuelling tube and steps back into the Falcon. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, we're good to go. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We'll not need to go that far, fortunately. Right then, back into it. * Four-Seven-Niner waits for Wyoming to board and then takes off, due northwest. * Four-Seven-Niner glances down as the lush forests end and the sparkling water stretches over the horizon. <Four-Seven-Niner> At least we're not missing out on all the scenery. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A shame we couldn't get away from quite all of the larger world. Let's try the Colonies next time, shall we? Emerald Cove? <Four-Seven-Niner> Sounds good to me. <Four-Seven-Niner> If the Covenant doesn't glass it first... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming accesses the public Chatter network with Gamma's help, and quickly reserves a pair of tickets to get up the elevator through someone that owes him a favor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sits back, finally taking a moment to enjoy the view from Four-Seven-Niner's aircraft. * Four-Seven-Niner becomes bored two hours into the quiet flight and decides to ask after all. <Four-Seven-Niner> So, uh...Reggie. <Four-Seven-Niner> About last night... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming smiles fondly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes? <Four-Seven-Niner> What did you...think? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swallows nervously, pausing for a moment before answering, his hand feeling the ring still tucked in his pocket. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't remember the last time I had a night like it before. I hope you had a similarly positive experience. <Four-Seven-Niner> Haha, yeah. <Four-Seven-Niner> Don't get me started on my ex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> By all means. * Four-Seven-Niner takes the indication to start ranting. <Four-Seven-Niner> I couldn't stand him sometimes. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's like that was all he thought about. Like I wasn't even a person. <Four-Seven-Niner> Just someone to satisfy his erotic fantasies. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming settles back, quite amused. <Four-Seven-Niner> I mean, it has to mean something, doesn't it? <Four-Seven-Niner> And if you want it twice a day, I'd have to draw the line. <Four-Seven-Niner> Not to mention, he was, what, four and a half inches? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Of course, that's only the start of it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't know if I'll have the energy for twice a day much longer. <Four-Seven-Niner> That'd suit me just fine. <Four-Seven-Niner> I wish my ex had half the brains you did. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So where is he now? * Four-Seven-Niner grimaces. <Four-Seven-Niner> He was on Arcadia when it got glassed in '49. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I see. Shock trooper? <Four-Seven-Niner> Nah. <Four-Seven-Niner> Lazy bastard couldn't even stand up for himself, no less anyone else. <Four-Seven-Niner> Just one of the civilians slaughtered by the Covenant. <Four-Seven-Niner> It wasn't even a year after we divorced when it happened. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Divorced? * Four-Seven-Niner sighs. <Four-Seven-Niner> He was a real slimeball, but even he didn't deserve to die the way he did. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah. You'd probably laugh if I offered my sympathies, but I thought you wouldn't have wanted him dead. <Four-Seven-Niner> This whole war is tearing through us. <Four-Seven-Niner> And look at us, on the run from some scumbag Innie. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, well. At least we won't have to live with the latter problem, if all goes according to plan. <Four-Seven-Niner> There's always going to be men like him, Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Even after the war ends, and who knows when that'll be. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's if the Covenant doesn't wipe us out first. * Four-Seven-Niner spots a line appearing on the horizon. <Four-Seven-Niner> There's Cuba. <Four-Seven-Niner> We need to set down somewhere discreet. <Gamma_AI> I will have a location for you, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings his head out of the side of the Falcon's hold. * Gamma_AI marks a suitable spot on the Falcon's navigation screen. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, unless you want to abandon this over-water and swim for it, there's a nice cove on the West coast. <Four-Seven-Niner> That'll take too long. <Four-Seven-Niner> Besides, how are we going to haul our gear across the water? <Gamma_AI> Take this route to avoid detection. * Gamma_AI adds a line leading to the spot. * Four-Seven-Niner follows the route and sets the Falcon down at the designated location. <Four-Seven-Niner> Vehicle graveyard. Nice spot. <Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like they put the scraps here during the wars before the Covenant. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over an outdated Cougar AFV. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've seen these in action. Nice, but too conspicuous. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm guessing we'll take the ATV. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I could always call a cab. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sure. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off her flight gear and weapons and stows them into the suitcase. * Four-Seven-Niner slips her pistol into her pocket. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a quick Chatter call, and in less than an hour he and Four-Seven-Niner have arrived at the Centennial OE's base. * Four-Seven-Niner looks around the base. <Four-Seven-Niner> Not a bad set-up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, why don't you go ahead and scramble their security's detection. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hauls most of their gear in cases, Her Majesty in a guitar case. <Four-Seven-Niner> So where's your friend? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He doesn't want to see me. He still owes me, but he'd probably burst in anger if we met face to face. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I cheated him in a, uh. . . business deal, you know, the Freelancer kind, and in the end saved his life so he'd still owe me. <Four-Seven-Niner> I see. * Four-Seven-Niner grins. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sounds like something you would do. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Here, the way around back is clear. Military used, mostly. <Four-Seven-Niner> You haven't told me yet, but what are you planning to get out of this? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner go through check-in and baggage without incident, the metal detectors not catching a thing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, ah. I had to make a few visits here and there. Transactions, and all. <Four-Seven-Niner> How are we going to find this Jonathan Ulan? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't intend to. Where I'm going, he can't reach, which brings me to another point. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks around the terminal, and pulls Four-Seven-Niner to a corner where they won't be heard. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sophie, I'm not planning to go back to the other Freelancers and the UNSC. But I'm also not going to run away while humanity is being butchered. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That corvette I mentioned, the Blacktip. <Four-Seven-Niner> What about it? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I bought it, and stocked it with weapons and enough countermeasures to throw off an ONI Prowler. I'm going to fight this war, on my own terms. * Four-Seven-Niner is silent at this revelation. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm rather guilty for not telling you this sooner. <Four-Seven-Niner> No, I should have guessed. <Four-Seven-Niner> You really don't trust them, huh? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not a bit after they don't need me. And one way or another, it's going to end soon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sophie, the UNSC is humanity's best chance for survival, and I want to help them. But I can't trust them, so I'll fight this war my way. . . on my own, if I have to. <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, if that's the case... <Four-Seven-Niner> ...you can count me in. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming crosses through the boarding tube into his own new Blacktip-class corvette, docked at the Wayward Rest station atop the Orbital Elevator. <Four-Seven-Niner> Nice ride. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sets down his heavy gear. <Four-Seven-Niner> Happen to have a Pelican or two on board? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just enough room for two dropships in a small hangar, although we've only got one. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Haven't thought of a name for her yet, though. <Four-Seven-Niner> I think Four-Seven-Niner is fine. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's grown on me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming chuckles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That'll do. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And I thought you weren't that much of a workaholic. <Four-Seven-Niner> Old habits die hard, I guess. <Four-Seven-Niner> Let's get out of here.

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia leans over a workbench in his safehouse, frowning down at his armor. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, get over here. * Engineer_Bob chirps and drifts over to the workbench. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This integration process looks screwy to me. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Are you sure you did it right? * Engineer_Bob chirps insistently and waves his tentacles in protest. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I don't know, these readings just look off. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'd appreciate it if we didn't screw this armor up less than a week after I haul it out of storage. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> They're kinda hard to come by, you know? * Engineer_Bob picks up a component and waves it at Georgia, chirping angrily. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia raises his hands defensively. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Okay, I get it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're the tech genius around here, not me. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Sorry I doubted you. Sheesh. * Engineer_Bob chirps contentedly, immsersed in his work once again. He examines the remains of a small pistol-shaped evice, which are spread out on a separate table. With innate precision, he delves deeper into the armor's inner workings with two tentacles while examining the shattered pistol with the others. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'd tell you to hurry things up, but I'm guessing you'll just talk back to me again, won't you? * Engineer_Bob ignores Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And this is why I don't work with artists. * ODST_Leader (9968b078@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.176.120) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia reaches into one of his coat pockets as a communicator rings. He sees who it is, shakes his head, and answers it. <ODST_Leader> About time! <ODST_Leader> Do you know how long I've been trying to get in touch? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances back at Bob. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've got an idea. <ODST_Leader> Listen, our preparations are almost ready. Are you in or out? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Our? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I thought you said you weren't in charge of anything anymore. <ODST_Leader> Maybe I lied. <ODST_Leader> We're not up to the old strength yet, but it's enough to man our ship and assemble away teams. <ODST_Leader> But we still need an edge if we're going to pull this off. <ODST_Leader> An edge that you and your little... friend can give us. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm still waiting to hear an offer. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Besides, I don't like signing on with people who won't cut clean with me on what they're really up to. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Last time I did that, things didn't exactly blow over so well. <ODST_Leader> What, you think I'll just blab everything over a channel like this? <ODST_Leader> Ever since you got our encryption tech killed, I'm having to rely on second-rate slicers to run our coms. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glowers at the communicator. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Take it up with Texas. <ODST_Leader> Oh, I plan to. <ODST_Leader> But not yet. <ODST_Leader> We have more important work to do. And believe me, there's plenty of cash in it for you. <ODST_Leader> Cash and, well, some other perks. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia checks the computer banks monitoring the safe house's security system. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I dunno. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I was never really into the whole blowing up innocent people thing you guys seem to be into these days. <ODST_Leader> You bastard, don't you dare go lumping us in with shitbags like that. <ODST_Leader> You know that's not what we're after. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, until I know exactly what you're after I'm inclined to lump you in with whoever I want. * ODST_Leader sighs. <ODST_Leader> Fine, you surly asshole. <ODST_Leader> I can't tell you everything, but we'll be going behind enemy lines. <ODST_Leader> We were doing that before the Freelancers started fucking with us, but this time we'll be going even deeper. <ODST_Leader> Georgia, I know we're not exactly friends right now, but I need you. You and the engineer. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances back at Bob. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And if we don't want to do it? <ODST_Leader> Damn it, this is about the greater good! <ODST_Leader> Even if the UNSC wins this war, they'll be just as oppressive as ever! <ODST_Leader> We need to move now, get working on a way to get the colonies out from under its heel before its too late. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hm. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm not sure about this. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> The UNSC tends to pay pretty well. <ODST_Leader> What the hell's your problem, Georgia? Whose side are you on, anyway? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grins and throws himself into a tattered armchair. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Mine. * ODST_Leader growls. <ODST_Leader> Like I said. <ODST_Leader> It'll be worth your while. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fine, I'll tag along on your little treasure hunt. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But I want access to whatever it is we find out there. <ODST_Leader> That's doable. I'll arrange for a generous paycheck as long as you bring the engineer with you. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright, but he stays with me. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You make a move on him and you'll find out what a pain in the ass I can really be. <ODST_Leader> Yeah, yeah. <ODST_Leader> You're all talk, Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That's what Director Church thought, too. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hear about what happened to him? <ODST_Leader> We've heard bits and pieces. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands the Pelican down in an abandoned courtyard a block from Georgia's safehouse. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps out and looks around. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So don't screw with me, pay my bills, and don't touch Bob, and we'll get along just fine. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shuts off the communicator. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm, not exactly a friendly neighourhood. * Engineer_Bob chirps excitedly, gesturing for Georgia to come look at the armor. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That was faster than I was expecting. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows the signal emitted from tracker she had attached to Georgia's gauntlet when she helped him to his feet in the director's facility. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You really are getting better with this, aren't you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves through the block quickly but silently. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up to the dingy-looking safehouse. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia strides over to the armor and glances down at it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, will it work? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I gotta give you credit, Georgia. No one would stop by to look for you here. * Engineer_Bob lets out an irritated chirp. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out her dual SMGs and approaches the door noiselessly. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, yeah, you're wonderful and everything you touch turns to gold. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Jeez. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas attaches a satchel charge to the door and sets a timer. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes cover adjacent to the door. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia slips off his overcoat and slides a gauntlet over one of his hands. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Five... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances down at the wrist. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Four... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What the hell? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Three... * Engineer_Bob chirps urgently, suddenly agitated. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Two... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sees the tracker. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> One... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh shit. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas waits for the explosion to blow the door open and charges inside. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hears the explosion. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sweeps the room with her SMGs, only to find the first landing unoccupied. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Damn it! <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, get to cover. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves cautiously through the first level, ready for any traps. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs a small datapad and enters a code, activating several booby traps on the first floor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes her way to the stairs, her guns sweeping both directions. * Engineer_Bob quickly assembles the remaining armor pieces and begins arranging them for Georgia to put on. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes up the stairs and reaches another door. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps on the topmost stair and is suddenly blasted by explosives hidden in the walls. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia straps on the armor as quickly as he can, teeth gritted from the pressure. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas gets up, shakes her head, and backs down a few stairs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, I said get to cover! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes a running jump up the stairs, leaps over the gaping hole between the staircase and the second floor, and kicks the door open. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tumbles through but quickly recovers, taking aim at Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs his coat and throws it in Texas's line of fire. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia seizes an SMG from a nearby table. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoots through the coat, punching it full of holes and landing a few hits on Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia dives behind a pillar, still helmetless. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Knock knock. * Engineer_Bob floats over to the security controls. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Evening. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia breaks cover and fires on Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees the engineer, and runs for it while making suppressing fire on Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm taking this thing with me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You cooperate and I won't have to kill you. * Engineer_Bob activates several security turrets, which focus on Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, shit. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, I'm not sure he wants to go... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls behind a fridge as gunfire sprays around her. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia tosses a grenade at the fridge. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks the fridge, sending it crashing into Georgia and the grenade spinning away. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps onto a counter, grabs one of the turrets, rips it off, and uses it to shoot apart the other turrets. * Engineer_Bob manipulates several alarms, sending remote alerts to the local authorities. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads one SMG and continues to fire at Georgia with the other. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads the second SMG and alternates again. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stop jumping around, you bastard! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia rolls behind a crate, clipping his SMG to his leg. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the engineer and runs for the balcony. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps off the balcony and lands in the courtyard. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up to see herself surrounded by ODSTs. * ODST_Leader appears at the ledge, flying a cannoned-up Hornet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, shit. <ODST_Leader> There you are... <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia strides over to the ledge, slipping on his helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas notes how the ODSTs are holding fire because of the engineer. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas maintains a firm grip on the engineer and runs towards the hornet, one SMG firing at the closest ODSTs. <ODST_Leader> Shit! <ODST_Leader> Hold fire, hold fire! <ODST_Leader> Get to cover, all of you! * ODST_Leader flies up out of reach. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts through the circle of ODSTs and runs vertically up the wall. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps onto the rooftop and runs across the apartments. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia leaps from the safehouse and lands in the courtyard. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes it to the Pelican but turns to see the Falcon is still on her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Goddammit... * Engineer_Bob discreetly slips his tentacles around Texas's armor and opens several pannels at once. * Engineer_Bob chirps. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hey! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoves Bob away and into the passenger bay. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas seals the hatch. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia dashes over to the leader's Hornet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out her weapons, now unhindered and ready to take on the ODST. <ODST_Leader> Congratulations, asshole, you fucked everything up. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, good to see you too. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out a BR55 with a grenade launcher attachment. <ODST_Leader> So what are you going to do about this? <ODST_Leader> No engineer, no pay! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas aims down her sights at the Hornet's rotors. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You idiot, incoming! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires a trio of grenades at the Hornet. <ODST_Leader> Oh, no you don't. * ODST_Leader pulls up at the last second. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas misses twice but manages to damage one of the rotors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads the grenade launcher, aims, but realizes the Hornet is moving too much. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia stalks away, pushing his way through the ODSTs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Goddamn it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Keep her distracted. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And try not to get yourselves killed. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes up to the rooftop again and fires at the Hornet with the Battle Rifle's 9.5mm rounds. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia heads for Texas's Pelican. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees the Hornet pulled away, and turns her attention to the other ODSTs. * ODST_Leader fires rockets at Texas while his ODSTs try to suppress her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out her SMGs and cuts through them with a hundred twenty rounds of deadly gunfire. <ODST_Leader> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls away from the explosions, intent on taking out the ODSTs. * ODST_Leader opens up with his miniguns. <ODST_Leader> Everyone, pull back! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks behind a protruding column. * ODST_Leader fires more rockets as the surviving ODSTs scramble for cover. <ODST_Leader> Switch to grenades and AP rounds, now! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads and moves out of cover, taking aim. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, shit. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is thrown back as several explosions land near her, throwing her off the roof. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands in the courtyard on her stomach, her weapons clattering away. <ODST_Leader> Now! <ODST_Leader> Kill that bitch! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up and spots Georgia behind her Pelican's controls. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fuck... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas scrambles to her feet and runs at the Pelican. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia guns the engines on Texas's Pelican, lifting off into the sky. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs onto the Pelican's landing gear, and dangles precariously in the air. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles to maintain her grip, but is having difficulty. * ODST_Leader sights up on Texas with his miniguns. <ODST_Leader> This is for Connie, bitch. * ODST_Leader opens fire. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Argh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is hit multiple times, and loses her grip. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas plummets thirty feet through the air and crashes through a rooftop into an abandoned apartment, rolling back out into the courtyard in a heap. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas groans and struggles to stand up, and sees herself surrounded by at least twenty ODSTs. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas goes for her weapon, only to realize she has none. * ODST_Leader takes aim with the Hornet. <ODST_Leader> Alright. <ODST_Leader> This ends here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lunges for the nearest ODST, determined to fight her way out. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia swings the Pelican around and brings it between the Leader and Tex. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hold fire. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia opens the loudspeakers. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Texas, if you want to live I suggest you surrender. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Right now. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas responds by punching a fist through the Pelican's window, grabbing at Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs Texas's arm and pins it with both hands. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Get her! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas struggles to free herself from Georgia's grip. * ODST_Leader growls, but holds his fire. <ODST_Leader> You heard him! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens her palm and flicks something in her hand with her thumb. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas holds up the grenade to Georgia's face. * ODST_Leader brings his Hornet down and leaps out. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Same to you, Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks at the grenade, unperturbed. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You won't. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I lose an arm. You lose your head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll live, you won't. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fair enough. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Get her. * ODST_Leader hurls one of his hatchets at Texas's arm. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls back as her right arm is severed. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You lose an arm, I keep my head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I like that deal better. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries to get up but is pinned down by the group of ODSTs. * ODST_Leader approaches. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You. <ODST_Leader> You. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia steps out of the Pelican, Bob in tow. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Nice work, pal. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glares up at Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I should have killed you after all. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hey, you came after me this time. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Maybe you should have brought Carolina along. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You could have used the backup. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas bristles. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This is personal. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What'd I do this time? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I need the engineer. You know that. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs and shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hear that, Bob? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're popular these days. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> "Bob"? <ODST_Leader> Alright, can it, both of you. * ODST_Leader draws his pistol and aims at Texas's head. <ODST_Leader> Now, give me a reason why I shouldn't cap this bitch right here. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares down the barrel defiantly at the ODST. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls out a dog tag from around her neck. * ODST_Leader aims at the arm. <ODST_Leader> Keep still, or I'll take the other one. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas presses the side of the dog tag, revealing the datachip inside. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tosses it at the ODST. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> This belongs to someone you cared about. * ODST_Leader catches it. <ODST_Leader> What? * ODST_Leader looks at it for a moment, then inserts it into his helmet. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks on curiously. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hey, what's that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> None of your business. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia aims a mild kick at Texas's leg. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> No talking, prisoner. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas wraps her foot around Georgia's ankle and sends him sprawling. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oof. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I still have two of these. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Okay. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia gets to his feet. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I guess I had that one coming. * ODST_Leader bows his head, immersed in what is going on inside his helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks back to the ODST. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't know what you're after. But this was why the director wanted the engineer. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's also why I went to take him down a week ago. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glances at Georgia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> He had something to do with it as well. * ODST_Leader follows her gaze. <ODST_Leader> Oh really? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright, what's the big secret? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm really confused over here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> As a matter of fact, he knows a lot more about all this than he's letting on. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Probably thinking the less you knew, the more money goes to him. * ODST_Leader sighs wearily. <ODST_Leader> Yeah, that sounds like Georgia, all right. <ODST_Leader> Too bad I trust him a hell of a lot more than I trust you. <ODST_Leader> And that's saying something. * ODST_Leader returns the pistol to his hip. <ODST_Leader> Restrain her. <ODST_Leader> Use everything you've got. <ODST_Leader> I don't want her getting loose. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shoves aside an ODST. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Connie trusted me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I just realized it too late. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because somewhere between her doing whatever she was with you, and when she left us. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She was the one that drew the line between us and the director. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And between you and the UNSC. <ODST_Leader> You shut up now. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes a second ODST that tries to approach her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not saying you have to trust me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches a third ODST in the face. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I'm going to ask you...which side of this line are you on? <ODST_Leader> Will one of you clowns pin her down? * Engineer_Bob floats away from Georgia and hovers down beside Texas. * Engineer_Bob chirps. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Not the best idea, Bob. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> She's still got some fight left in her. * Engineer_Bob burrows a single tentacle into Texas's neck and chirps softly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas crumples and collapses to the ground. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Huh. * Engineer_Bob flies back to Georgia and gives an irritated huff. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, yeah. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll stop doubting you. <ODST_Leader> Alright, think you can manage restraining her now that she's out cold? * ODST_Leader steps aside as the ODSTs pile over Texas. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia approaches the Leader, Bob in tow. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, what was all that about? <ODST_Leader> Right now it's none of your business. <ODST_Leader> We saved your ass back there. You owe us, now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And if it weren't for me, you'd have gotten slaughtered. * Engineer_Bob chirps and slaps Georgia lightly around the helmet. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, and Bob was great too. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What was all that about Connie? <ODST_Leader> I'll tell you later. <ODST_Leader> Right now, all you need to do is get your gear together. <ODST_Leader> You're coming with us. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia steps forward, thinks better of it, and relents. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fine. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Whatever you say... boss. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances back at Texas, who is being loaded into an armored truck. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What about her? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You aren't seriously thinking of bringing her with us, are you? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Because that's the stupidest idea I've heard in a while. <ODST_Leader> You're the one who stopped me from blowing her head off. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Locking her on board a ship with me in a pressurized environment really wasn't what I had in mind. <ODST_Leader> I have some questions to ask her. <ODST_Leader> Now stop questioning my orders, or I'll dock your pay. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Ooh, you're playing for keeps now, aren't you? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Just don't say I didn't warn you when she breaks out and blows us all to kingdom come. <ODST_Leader> Fine. <ODST_Leader> You can gloat all you want if that happens. <ODST_Leader> Now get ready to leave. <ODST_Leader> We're moving out. * ODST_Leader has quit (Quit: Page closed)

<font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana steps out of the interrogation room. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Mont. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hey. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You been interrogated yet? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> The interrogation can wait. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont, have you seen Tex? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> She's disappeared. Took a Pelican and left. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Any idea where? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> No clue. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm not sure whether we should go look for them or just come clean and tell the UNSC. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Is she looking for that Engineer, perhaps? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The engineer? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> No one's seen where it disappeared to. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Tex is missing. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Not with ONI prowling around the ship. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Still on vacation, probably. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> In the amazon, somewhere. but I'm afraid something exciting will happen while I'm gone. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't think the UNSC is letting anyone off for a while. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sighs. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Screw it. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> We need to find out what the hell is going on. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let's go find Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maybe they have some idea where Tex is. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hopefully. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You two with me? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yes.

<Jonathan_Ulan__> WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED OUT THERE!? <Jonathan_Ulan__> HOW COULD YOU LOSE THEM!? <Jonathan_Ulan__> I SHOULD HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS!!!! <Jonathan_Ulan__> YOU TOLD THEM WHAT?! <Jonathan_Ulan__> WHY DID YOU TELL THEM!? <Jonathan_Ulan__> I THOUGHT I TOLD ALL OF YOU TO COMMIT SUICIDE IN CASE OF CAPTURE! <Jonathan_Ulan__> GET OUT OF MY SIGHT CORPORAL! <Jonathan_Ulan__> NOW! * Jonathan_Ulan__ places his head in his hands, and begins praying in Polish <Jonathan_Ulan__> Lord, give me the strength to go through with my crusade, as you gave your life for us * Jonathan_Ulan__ picks up a portrait of he and his squad days before their deaths by Wyoming <Jonathan_Ulan__> Good men * Jonathan_Ulan__ picks up a thick binder, and begins flipping through it, looking at his list of enemies <Jonathan_Ulan__> Ah, here he is * Jonathan_Ulan__ finds Wyoming's profile <Jonathan_Ulan__> (Hisses) And there she is * Jonathan_Ulan__ pulls out his profile on Montana as well * Jonathan_Ulan__ calls his unit inside <Jonathan_Ulan__> All of you, inside now, I need to brief you * Jonathan_Ulan__ pins up the profiles on a corkboard, and begins to brief them on Wyoming and Montana <Jonathan_Ulan__> Men, these two are now your top enemies <Jonathan_Ulan__> The one in the white armor here is Agent Wyoming, a sniper. Keep clear and saturate the area with gunfire if you see him. Bring at least two counter snipers if you ever attack him, and air support <Jonathan_Ulan__> The one in the gray with the rogue helmet is Montana. Stealth and interrogation specialist. See her, take your shots carefully, and if you are about to be captured, shoot yourself <Jonathan_Ulan__> Or commit suicide in any way for that matter <Jonathan_Ulan__> I don't want anyone to give up any info on us <Jonathan_Ulan__> Grenadiers, that is the end of this briefing, dismissed

<font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_South <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine (79dc7c30@gateway/web/freenode/ip.121.220.124.48) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Count us in too. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> South? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North told me Tex is missing. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I assume that's what you guys are discussing? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, I've been let go because North told the ONI officers I've been out of it for most of the action. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I figure I might as well do something to make up for lost time. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South glances at Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And you know how Maine doesn't really talk after that mission I apparently didn't take part in. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> *growl* <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana hesitates momentarily, then nods. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Alright. Let's go. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Think anyone else can come with us? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Wash is still in interrogation. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana leads everyone to the hangar bay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Mont <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Aw shit, it's guarded. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Not to worry. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The only things that'll launch fast enough are the escape pods. Come on. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana heads to the lifeboat launch bays with the others. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Guarded as well. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Nothing for it then. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Gonna have to do a little collateral damage. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You guys ready? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine smacks his fist into his palm. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Are you sure this is a good idea? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Unless you want to kill them. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I like the way you think. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan scoots beside a guard <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South casually walks up to the guards. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana approaches another guard. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slugs the guard hard in the face, sending him to the ground. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana punches another guard in the face, slamming the back of his head against the wall and giving him a concussion. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan elbows the third guard's stomach into the wall <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Go! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana taps the control panel and opens the hatch to the lifeboat. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South picks a seat and straps in. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana takes the lifeboat's controls. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> All aboard. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine straps in across from South. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs into the pod. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana closes the hatch and launches the pod. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Aren't they gonna be coming after us? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Probably. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan flies into the rear door <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> OW! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hold onto something. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana tilts the approach angle and has the lifeboat plummetting headfirst towards the surface. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Whoo! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I am now becoming part of the door! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> MY LEG ARMOR MAY BE MELTING! * ONI_commando (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to ONI_commando * ONI_commando approaches Missouri. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> What it is, soldier? <ONI_commando> Sir, we have a lifeboat making an unauthorized launch from bay 17. <ONI_commando> The guards have been knocked unconscious. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> That is....most unfortunate. <ONI_commando> The Lieutenant Commander has ordered you follow them with an ONI team and bring them back. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> They're not coming back, soldier. If they're running...but orders are orders. <ONI_commando> We're not sure who left yet, but once we make a head count, we'll inform you. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Get the team to the bay, I'll meet them there. <ONI_commando> Yes, sir. * ONI_commando heads off. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri proceeds to the hangar VII =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode VII: Death Among Disunity

<Delta_AI> York, Agent Carolina has just left room 22. <Delta_AI> I believe her interrogation is over. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs with relief. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good. Thanks, D, I'll go talk to her. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leaves the interrogation room <Theta_AI> Those guys are kinda creepy. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs and makes his way along the corridor <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York arrives at the entrance to room 22, approaching Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> How'd it go? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina holds her helmet under her left arm, pinching the bridge of her nose with her right fingers. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm supposed to take that as a "not-so-well", huh... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks sideways at York, her eyes tired but defiant. <Theta_AI> Hey, North. <Theta_AI> There's Carolina and York, look. <Delta_AI> Agent Carolina, I believe the Office of Naval Intelligence has been interrogating you for four hours and thirty-seven minutes. <Delta_AI> They seem to have a lot of questions for you. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Four hours? Jesus... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North approaches Carolina and York <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, hey. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They're under the false impression that I know every little detail of the Director's operations. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks to North. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good to see ya, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You too, buddy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I mean, I've waded through my share of data, but... the things they're asking, I'm not sure I can answer. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And Tex. They're obsessed with Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So I can imagine. She was a "by-product" after all. <Delta_AI> I have heard that Agent Texas has...disappeared. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs. <Delta_AI> Did they ask you about the operation to take him into custody? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They weren't happy we roughed him up. But in the end, no one really cared. <Delta_AI> Of course. The UNSC is simply interested in taking him into custody. <Delta_AI> I have received word that he is to receive a sentence of four-hundred seventy-three years in prison. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks to Delta with his right brow raised. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hold on, D. What do you mean Tex has disappeared? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls. <Delta_AI> FILSS has noted that a Pelican dropship has disappeared from the hangar bay last night. <Delta_AI> No one had cleared it for access. <Theta_AI> Yeah, I heard about that too, D. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York turns back to Delta, scratching his head. <Theta_AI> And now FILSS is saying Mont's taken a few others in a lifeboat and is looking for her. <Theta_AI> Either Tex or Wyoming, I'm not sure who. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Can you blame her? You should have heard how they talk about her. Like she's... well, just another AI. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Like they can just yank her, pull the plug. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I know. They treat AI as if they're just computer programs and not based on real people, real personalities. <Delta_AI> But she presents a problem. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What's that? <Delta_AI> ONI may seek to...retrieve her. By any means necessary. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Then we stop them. <Theta_AI> Erm...didn't we agree to stay on the UNSC's good side? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances from North to York. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex stood by us all this time, we can't abandon her. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I mean, it's a matter of doing what is right here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York leans closer to North and Carolina <Delta_AI> I do not wish to sound insensitive, but the UNSC is far greater a threat to us. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I think the UNSC and the ONI are two distinct entities at this point. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> True. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ONI is bad news. <Theta_AI> It's not about the danger, D. Tex is our friend. <Theta_AI> And as much as these ONI guys scare me...North is right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks Theta. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Exactly. I say we try to find her, but I wouldn't know where to start. <Delta_AI> ONI is not permitting any unauthorized departures. <Delta_AI> Perhaps that is why Agent Montana has opted to take a lifeboat, as it launches quickly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Can we trace the dropship? <Theta_AI> I don't think so, North. <Theta_AI> Tex may have been using Alpha's clearance codes. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We could, y'know, cause a distraction. <Delta_AI> That may not be a wise idea, Agent North. <Delta_AI> The UNSC already regards Project Freelancer as unstable. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts her weight uneasily. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, short of blasting our way out, what are our options here? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You don't look too eager, Carolina. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks at Carolina <Delta_AI> We should not give them reason to lock us away. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We could use the ONI to our advantage. Find Tex — then turn the tables. <Delta_AI> One other thing. <Delta_AI> The fact that she left so secretly may be an indication that she does not wish for anyone to assist her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That's why I'm worried. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> It's a good point. But what if something's happened? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> York, North, we all know Tex isn't any other Freelancer. Not just because of her skills — she's an AI, and even if she's a person... she's in danger. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Precisely. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Still, I can't stand sitting around doing nothing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Neither can I. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I think we're all itching for some action, even after dealing with the Director. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches back and fingers the elegant sheath strapped across her back, with a gleaming hilt sticking up over her shoulder. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to look at York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Look, I understand that you both want to help Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But maybe helping Texas means we have to look at the big picture. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Director left a really big mess, one we can't clean up by ourselves. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe hanging back and waiting for an opportunity is our best bet at this point. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado walks in on York, Carolina and North. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up suspiciously. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado huffs, tired after having his own interrogation. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Carolina, York, North, those interrogations were tiring... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Hal. I assume you just finished? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You'll have to excuse us if we're... twitchy. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina massages one side of her forehead briefly. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> I understand I'm a little twitchy myself at the moment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I still have headaches. Guess my brain misses those AI more than I do. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado speaks rather fast, which is why there's little punctuation in his sentences. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Will you be okay? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'll be fine. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> My concerns aren't for myself at the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah...we're stuck in a bit of a situation at the moment. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> What situation may I ask? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> It's about Tex. She disappeared and there's a Pelican missing from the hangar bay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> In short, she's either on the run or on some personal mission. Likely the latter. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And considering that we work for the ONI now, it would be... unfortunate... if we cross paths, and we're forced to fight her. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> I'd certaintly say the same she wouldn't want anyone intruding on any personal matters. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah...any suggestions, speedball? <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado glances to York for a moment. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Speedball? <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado rolls his eyes. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina can't help smirking. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Anyway I'm not sure if I can help with anything at the moment. If there's anything that shows up you three will be the first to know. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright then, zippy. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado huffs again. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> You are the only one who hands me nicknames. <Theta_AI> Guys, have you heard from South? <Theta_AI> FILSS couldn't locate her ever since she left interrogation. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Last I saw her we were suiting up. That was before interrogation. <Delta_AI> It is possible that Agent South went with Montana. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That's another mystery I have yet to solve. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Freelancers going missing left and right. <Delta_AI> Perhaps we should find the others after all. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I agree. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Command expects me to know every time you guys sneeze. I guess they don't know how leadership works around here. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> I'm in for it I certaintly need something to work on. I haven't been in the field for a while. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota grabs his things and heads the source of some intercepted Insurrectionist chatter in a Hornet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Consider yourself part of the team, then. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Thank you Carolina. <Delta_AI> Since the UNSC has assumed command of the Mother of Invention, they will not think you know of everything that happens, Agent Carolina. <Delta_AI> Nonetheless, if we are to leave, we should do so quietly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> All we really have is each other now. Might as well start acting like it. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So when should we move? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Soon, preferably. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shrugs, donning her helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slaps on his helmet too. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Now's as good a time as any, if I say so myself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm tired of being asked questions. Let's go get some answers. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Finally. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado slips on his helmet. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Hey Carolina! Wait up! <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly fixes his helmet with both of his hands. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Agent Indiana good to see you again. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Indy. You're comin' along? <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Well, I wouldn't like to miss the action this time would I? <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Neither would I. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota is prepping a Pelican dropship in the hangar. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances back at Indiana, somewhat coldly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Try to keep up. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> I'll try. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hurries to the hangar, moving with purpose. <ODST_Leader> Stop being difficult and get the engineer in here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves towards the hangar, following behind Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina enters the hangar and looks around, surprised that one of the ships seems to already be running. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> How odd... <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Why is one of the ships on already? <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota gets up from under the Pelican he was tweaking. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Oh, hey. We going somewhere? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> How'd you guess? <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shrugs. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Heard about some Freelancers taking off in a lifeboat. <Agent_Minneota> Was thinking about going to find them. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Hey great, so are we. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana whispers to York <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> What's her problem? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York whispers to Indiana. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> She's concerned about Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't mind her, buddy. She might seem a bit cold at first, but you'll get along with her later. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Rescue mission then? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And yeah. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> ohhh, I love rescue missions. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> So, we getting out of here, or what? <Theta_AI> We'll need to make a distraction first. <Delta_AI> I can assist you with that, Theta. <Theta_AI> Sure thing. * Theta_AI looks at North. <Theta_AI> We're gonna be in a lot of trouble. <Delta_AI> I think we already are in a lot of trouble. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hmm...let's test that theory. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> We are almost always getting in trouble aren't we. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> "Trouble" is for the rank and file. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're Freelancers.

* Jack_Carlson retrieves a comm device from his body cavity <Jack_Carlson> Shit * Jack_Carlson washes it off <Jack_Carlson> Let's hope this SOB still works * Jack_Carlson toys with it, looking for Ulan's frequency * Jack_Carlson contacts Ulan <Jack_Carlson> (COM) Sir, Major Ulan this is Corporal Carlson <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger Carlson, go ahead <Jack_Carlson> (COM) I'm down in South America, and am wounded, send a medevac <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) What happened? <Jack_Carlson> (COM) I failed my mission to kill the two targets <Jonathan_Ulan> ... <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) I see. We'll talk about it later. I'm sending a chopper now * Jonathan_Ulan sends out his chopper to retrieve Carlson * Jonathan_Ulan makes sure there are no crew aboard the chopper, and that it is unmanned <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Crew: Start remote controlling it <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Carlson: One more thing. We have captured Agent Texas <Jack_Carlson> (COM) What?! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) You heard me right. A friend of mine got her, and we need you back here ASAP <Jack_Carlson> (COM) Wow. Just amazing. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Now quit gawking and wait for the medevac * Jack_Carlson sees the chopper, and pops a flare

<font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> What is it, Mich? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> What exactly are we doing? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Are we looking for Tex? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> If we can't, we'll look for Wyoming. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana frowns. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Wait a minute. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Omicron's picked up an aircraft, flying across the Amazon. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Could it be...? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Think it's one of ours, Mont? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Don't think so. It doesn't look UNSC-issue. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what do you have in mind? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana grins. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hold on tight. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Let me see... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana maneuvers the lifeboat straight towards the aircraft. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Don't throw up in your helmet, Mich. * Jack_Carlson sees the chopper inbound and starts guiding it into the LZ <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana does a fly-by so close to the chopper that the lifeboat's flares cause its engines to temporarily short out. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana lurches slightly as the lifeboat scrapes the chopper's rotors, which have stopped moving. <Jack_Carlson> What the fuck?! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> One chopper going down. <Jack_Carlson> SHIT! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You are one crazy bitch, Mont! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'll take that as a compliment. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana watches as the chopper crashes into the ground somewhat roughly. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hm, no explosion. Oh well. * Jack_Carlson starts running for the crash site <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> And there's our quarry. * Jack_Carlson checks it <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana turns the lifeboat, landing it right in front of the chopper. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Go, go, go! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana unstraps herself, pulls out her M6/SOCOM, and opens the hatch. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana dashes out the lifeboat and tackles Carlson to the ground. <Jack_Carlson> oof <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South keeps her gun trained on Carlson. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You're not looking too good there, buddy. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> So don't resist and I won't have to hurt you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I have some questions for you. <Jack_Carlson> I can barely move as is <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks over Carlson with his foot on his chest. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> If you don't cooperate, I'll let Agent Maine here have his way with you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> And trust me, you don't want that. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> So, first order of business. What's your name? <Jack_Carlson> Carlson, Jack A. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, Carlson. Who sent you that chopper? <Jack_Carlson> Why should I say that? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maine? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's foot presses downward. * Jack_Carlson wheezes <Jack_Carlson> Alright, it was Jonathan Ulan <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Jonathan Ulan... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...son of a bitch. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You know him? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah, I know him. <Jack_Carlson> Was he as crazy then? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Probably. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> So, what's he after? <Jack_Carlson> I don't know. All he told me was to kill 479er and Wyoming. I've been out here for days <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I knew it. They sure busted you up, huh. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Where are they, Carlson? <Jack_Carlson> What did you do to Ulan to piss him off? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> That's none of your business. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Now, where are Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner? <Jack_Carlson> I don't know. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana hefts Carlson up by the scruff. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You didn't happen to shoot them, did you? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Because if you did, never mind Maine, I'd have to show you what I'm made of. <Jack_Carlson> Wyoming and 479er are still alive, they escaped my rifle <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You'd better not be lying. <Jack_Carlson> I wish I had made that shot <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Trust me, buddy. No you don't. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Because if you did, I'd be doing so many things to you right now. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Unspeakable things. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, my last question for you, Carlson. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Have you received any word on Agent Texas? <Jack_Carlson> I know nothing of Texas <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana 's eyes narrow, and she wraps her fingers around Carlson's neck. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm an interrogator, Carlson. I can tell when people are lying to me. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana pulls out her combat knife and holds its tip an inch from his eye. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Now are you going to tell me, or do I have to start removing parts? <Jack_Carlson> Montana: I told you, I don't know anything! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana huffs. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana throws Carlson to the ground. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, hard way it is then. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana adjusts her grip on her combat knife. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Maine, you want to show this guy your "knifle"? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine aims his blade at Carlson's neck. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Okay, what will it be first? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Fingers, eyes, nose...or do I get to pick? <Jack_Carlson> Alright fine i'll tell you <Jack_Carlson> Just don't mutilate me! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Thought so. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sheaths her combat knife. <Jack_Carlson> Last I heard, Tex was captured <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana is startled by this. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Captured? By who? <Jack_Carlson> A friend of Ulan's <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Maine? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I don't have any weapons, may I borrow your M6? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws Michigan his M6 with his eyes locked onto Carlson. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan catches it <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Right then. I guess we'll pay Ulan a visit. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Why don't you come with us? <Jack_Carlson> Wha? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Mich, tie him up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He's going to show us where Ulan is. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I have some catching up to do with that asshole anyway. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Carlson's hands behind his back forcefully, waiting for Michigan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan ties Carlson up <Jonathan_Ulan> Grenadiers: Take up ambush positions with your plasma repeaters and other high end weapons <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South walks over to Mont. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So how do we get out of here? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The lifeboat isn't going anywhere. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana frowns. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Guess I shouldn't have trashed the chopper, huh. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I can fix that... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> It's not destroyed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan begins trying to fix the Falcon <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds the tied Carlson by back of his neck and presents him to Montana. * Jonathan_Ulan takes up positions with his Grenadiers <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan miraculously fixes it <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Whoa...how'd you do that? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Not sure... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana raises an eyebrow. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Lots of spare parts lying around, I suppose. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But that is impressive, Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I guess since it wasn't destroyed, it was possible to fix it. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> But I thought that would take days at the very least. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan starts the chopper <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay, let's get going then. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana takes the pilot's seat. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You're driving again? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah. Got a problem with that? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not at all. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I like your driving. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Can't say the same for Mich though. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Engine 1's being a bit odd... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan sits close to Engine 1 <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Right, let's see how well you fixed it, Mich.. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws Carlson into the Falcon and sits above him. * Jack_Carlson looks around in fear <Jack_Carlson> Please don't mutilate me, Montana <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine glares at Carlson. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Oh, don't worry. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I intend to send you back to your boss in one piece. <Jack_Carlson> Why? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> It's him I'm after. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> As long as you don't get in our way, I won't kill you. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Now, everyone aboard? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We're good. <Jack_Carlson> The question is why you want Major Ulan dead <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> It's personal. <Jack_Carlson> What do you mean? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana takes off. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Careful! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hey, relax Mich. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You did just fine. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana puts the chopper at a rapid angle and flies off.

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves toward the ship confidently. <Delta_AI> Theta, do you know what to do? <Theta_AI> Yeah. Good plan, D. <Delta_AI> On my mark then. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota disconnects his Spartan Laser from the recharge unit. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana grabs a grenade laucher from one of the storages and embraces it. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North straps in <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly follows suit <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get this over with... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York remains in the back of the ship, strapping in. <Theta_AI> Whenever you're ready, Delta. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado secures himself inside the ship. <Delta_AI> Everyone is on board. <Delta_AI> Agent Carolina, are you ready to take off? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slips in behind the controls, focused. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Take us out of here. <Delta_AI> Mark. * Theta_AI overrides the hangar bay controls, opening the doors wide. * Delta_AI shuts down the power a split second later, preventing it from closing. <Theta_AI> Go, now! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains calm, looking at York once as the ship moves, then returning her gaze to the viewport. <Delta_AI> It will take ONI approximately seventeen minutes to reactivate the power and send ships after us. <Theta_AI> We're really in for it now.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks back towards Carolina as stares into the distance of the viewport. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado shuffles about uncomfortably. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana straps several grenade belts around his chest and waist with difficulty. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Look at it as an adventure, Theta. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I added a limiter to Engine 1, it'll be okay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Delta, Theta, any extra data you have on Texas, feel free to share it now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because we need a heading. <Delta_AI> I will see what I can do. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado grabs his SRS99D beside him and slides in a fresh magazine, strapping a few more to his waist. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York checks his M45, analyzing it and checking it for any imperfections. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina braces in her seat, interested in their surroundings. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Can anyone see that? North, York? <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota preps his MA5. <Delta_AI> One rebel chopper detected. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) FIRE! <Delta_AI> Ground fire detected! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York braces himself. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> This may get a little rough... <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado gulps. * Jonathan_Ulan and his troops open fire, filling the sky with rockets * Jonathan_Ulan watches his AA gunners fill the sky with plasma from their quad mounts <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana flies to and fro, avoiding the gunfire. <Delta_AI> It appears the chopper is taking fire as well. <Delta_AI> Perhaps they are friendly. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota opens the doors and mans the M247 in the troop bay. * Jonathan_Ulan fires an M41 at the Pelican <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls and struggles to maneuver the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> hang on! <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana holds his buckles. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) AAA FIRE! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York grips his buckles as tight as he can. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Delta! Try hailing that chopper! <Delta_AI> Yes, Agent Carolina. * Jonathan_Ulan 's gunners continue to fill the sky with proximity fused rounds <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota fires at the AA guns. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado goes wide-eyed under his helmet, also holding on his straps. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If they're friendlies, they'd better start helping, or so help me...

<font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont, what's our ETA? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> If this guy isn't screwing with us, twenty minutes. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> The base is somewhere down there. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Have you pushed the chopper to full power? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't really want to risk it. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Grenadiers: Bring up those rocket launchers for taking down the Freelancers if your plasma can't penetrate them <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Engines 2 and 3 have a new trick... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont, could you throttle Engines 2 and 3 up? <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Grenadiers: If you want one last smoke, do it now, before we turn it off <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Turn off all light sources I mean * Jonathan_Ulan lights up a cigar, and looks at his watch <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Alright Grenadiers, put your smokes and lights out, put on your NVGs, and get down on the ground, and wait for the bugler's call <Jonathan_Ulan> Grenadiers: make sure your weapons are ready <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> See that? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana spots the Pelican. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah...where did that come from? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan looks closely * Jonathan_Ulan hears the bugler play <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) FIRE! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sees the fire. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Shit! * Jonathan_Ulan and his troops open fire, filling the sky with rockets <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana swerves the chopper. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana flies to and fro, avoiding the gunfire. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Your boss this keen on wiping you out, Carlson? * Jonathan_Ulan and his troops open fire, filling the sky with rockets * Jonathan_Ulan watches his AA gunners fill the sky with plasma from their quad mounts <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Mont, fire up Engines 2 and 3! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana does so. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine places his foot on Carlson's neck, ensuring he doesn't fall off. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) AAA FIRE! * Jonathan_Ulan 's gunners continue to fill the sky with proximity fused rounds <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Aw, hell. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana swoops over the Pelican and rolls under.

<Four-Seven-Niner> Wyoming, I've got something on radar. <Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like a rebel chopper. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are they after us? <Four-Seven-Niner> They're headed due northwest. <Four-Seven-Niner> Didn't you say that was the direction where Ulan was probably holed up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm. . . no, but that might be our lead to finding him and putting an end to his incessant radio calls. <Four-Seven-Niner> Wait. <Four-Seven-Niner> Second aircraft detected. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Same vector? <Four-Seven-Niner> Pelican dropship. Designation matches...the Mother of Invention. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's either ONI or the Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, no. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, keep out of their sensor range if you can. We're following them in, wherever this leads. <Four-Seven-Niner> Gotcha. * Jonathan_Ulan and his troops open fire, filling the sky with rockets <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, looks like they're in trouble, Reggie. <Four-Seven-Niner> Sure you don't want to help? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, Four-Seven-Niner, let's give them a hand. * Four-Seven-Niner hurries to the hangar with Wyoming and boards the Pelican. <Four-Seven-Niner> Should we hail them? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll do it. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, you do that. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens a known Freelancer COM channel. * Four-Seven-Niner waits for Wyoming to strap in before flying out of the Blacktip.

<Delta_AI> (COM) Identify yourself, chopper. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Delta?! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) This is Agent Montana! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana opens fire at the cannons below. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) What the hell are you guys doing here? * Jonathan_Ulan watches his cannons fire back <Delta_AI> (COM) Pardon me, but we could ask you the same thing. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota destroys three of the guns. * Jonathan_Ulan sees a plasma launcher fired at the dropship <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana fires the afterburners, easily avoiding the plasma rounds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan is pushed back as the chopper accelerates to 200 MPH <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Carolina, there's another Pelican! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I see it. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Two pelicans? How exciting! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hello there. Who's in what sort of trouble now? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Wyoming? Where did you come from? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is startled by the sudden COM chatter. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota destroys several more guns. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Hey, it is you guys. Miss us? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Montana? Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Question it later, my dear. For now, lets put a stop to that ground fire. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Isn't this just perfect. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, South was right. Flying sucks. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> (COM) 'Ey Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York taps his helmet, hearing the comm chatter. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) It's like a big family reunion out here. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> (COM) You can say that again York. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) I don't suppose you have Tex with you? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) No luck, Mont. * Jonathan_Ulan fires his plasma repeater at the dropships <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) We're trying to find her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) But for now, we gotta take out those guns. * Four-Seven-Niner activates the extras guns Wyoming placed on the modified Pelican. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I hear you, Carolina. Wyoming, our guns are hot. You ready to blow some shit up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Get me a target. Where's that coming from? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Uh, everywhere. <ODST_Leader> We're shutting this thing down and taking it apart. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Say, your piloting skills aren't that bad. * Jonathan_Ulan watches the Flak guns fill the sky with lead <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) And here I thought you were only good as a copilot. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, can we cut the jokes until later? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Let's get closer to the ground. Strafe those guns. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Touché. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright. Let's give them a taste of the missiles. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Oerlikons, keep firing! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota sprays fire down at the enemies below. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Taste of the missiles? Looks like they have been busy. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Wyoming, I really like what you've done with the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes control, locking onto the signatures of Jonathan_Ulan's heavy guns, and fires. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jerks the Pelican, diving and swerving, drawing fire from the guns. * Four-Seven-Niner opens fire with the Pelican's missiles, destroying several heavy guns. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana prepares his grenade launcher. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Need a hand, Carolina? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan watches Engine 1's rotors furl, and the engine catches fire <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Shit! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) We're going down! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Aw, crap. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Y'know, I REALLY hate flying! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Me too! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, best try not to get hit. They're going to need an extraction. * Four-Seven-Niner swoops in to cover the chopper as it begins to spiral downward. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're gonna get shot out of the sky if we don't do something! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hang on North, I can see you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mutters to herself as she brings the Pelican up from a roll, only for AA fire to slam into the side. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> BRACE! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shiiiiiii— <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Not good, not good! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I'm never flying an Innie ship again! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Brace for impact! <Jonathan_Ulan> There's a chopper going down there, follow me to it! rest of you, hold your positions! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming abandons the copilot seat, and stands at the back of the Pelican with his rifle in hand. * Four-Seven-Niner flies fast and low, shooting apart multiple heavy guns with the machine turrets. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming searches for any sign of infantry as they pass over. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana lurches as the chopper slams hard into the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oof! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ow. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ignores the flashing red lights among the controls and continues to guide the Pelican, though one of its thrusters is coughing. * Jonathan_Ulan and his Grenadiers storm the chopper <Jonathan_Ulan> FORWARD! <Delta_AI> Agent Carolina, try to regroup with the chopper. * Jonathan_Ulan starts firing at the chopper <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana clambers out of the crashed chopper, weapons ready. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Open fire! Push them back! <Jonathan_Ulan> Grenade out! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jukes and rolls, blocking the grenade taking some of the fire meant for the chopper. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> (COM) Carolina, I could really use some help here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina flinches as the grenade rolls next to the engines and explodes, causing one of the wings to burst into flame. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This bird is falling apart! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sights on the boarded dropship, and fires a careful shot at Jonathan_Ulan. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South sprays the rebels with assault rifle fire. * Jonathan_Ulan rolls to dodge it <Jonathan_Ulan> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota pulls out his Spartan Laser. * Jonathan_Ulan retreats, and keeps firing <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana covers South with suppressing fire, taking down rebels rapidly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dammit, I can't tell what we've walked into here. What does Ulan want with the other Freelancers? * Jack_Carlson slips out to regroup with the Grenadiers <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Mont, the prisoner! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> No time to worry about him now! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> They're boxing us in! * Jonathan_Ulan looks at Montana with a wild grin on his face, and begins firing deliberate shots from the treeline <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Shit! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana ducks and rolls. * Jonathan_Ulan keeps up the fire <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana returns fire with her SMG, shredding the leaves and branches around Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings the Pelican around again, initiating landing protocols, and the bird shakily touches down only to hit the ground lopsidedly, flames emitting from the damaged thruster. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Okay people, boots on the ground! <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado is jerked up from the bumpy ride and hits his head on the side of the pelican. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota pulls out his MA5. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Bah! Hit my head. * Jonathan_Ulan 's Grenadiers fire a rocket at the dropship, missing it by a hair <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slams into the chopper's thruster from the explosions, smashing a wing in half. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, noting their position, between the rebels and other Freelancers. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North loads his weapon <Delta_AI> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, I suggest you disengage for the time being. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Copy that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, I've a feeling I'll be more useful on the ground. Drop me off, will you? <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger. Coming around now. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado rubs the top of his helmet and grabs his sniper rifle and slaps a nearby SMG to his hip. * Jonathan_Ulan orders his snipers to fire on Mich <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, North! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Welcome to the party! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ready? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry I didn't invite you sooner! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Glad to be here! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah, yeah, talk later! Let's find a way out of this mess! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I have a plan! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We can use this bird for cover until she gives out. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hefts a battle rifle. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota fires at a large ammo crate next to the grenadiers. <Jonathan_Ulan> Shit <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pumps his signature shotgun, and holsters his dual magnums. He and Colorado head out from the back of the pelican. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Everyone okay, besides Colorado getting a nasty bump on his head? <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Shut up York. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're in trouble down there. Are you thinking what I am? <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll have to make a quick drop, Wyoming. Can't risk getting shot down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That'll be fine, I'm rather good at landings. Set me down a ways away from them, I'll move up without getting spotted. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North checks over his sniper, and grabs his SMG's. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan avoids the sniper fire with his super speed armor ability <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana a single shot on at the grenadiers. Indiana stumbles from the aftershock. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Woah, that's a big explosion. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota watches the crate detonate and kill the grenadiers. <Jonathan_Ulan> SONOFABITCH! <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> We're fine! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Fine here. Well, aside from the gunfire, y'know. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South covers North. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Okay people, you know the drill. * Jonathan_Ulan orders his tanks in <Jonathan_Ulan> MBTs, move in! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota pulls out his Spartan Laser. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana ducks into cover and reloads. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Tanks! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota blows up a tank with his Spartan Laser. * Jonathan_Ulan feels his teeth rattle from the cacophony of 130mm rounds <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pulls out a grenade, primes it, then uses her battle rifle like a baseball bat, smacking it and sending it soaring over to the grenadiers. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Oh piss! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) GET DOWN! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sprays the grenadiers with gunfire, distracting them from the grenade.

* ODST_Leader (9968b050@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.176.80) has joined #halo-fanon * Engineer_Bob (9968b050@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.176.80) has joined #halo-fanon * ODST_Leader paces impatiently back and forth in a darkened room aboard the Staff of Charon. Agent_Texas lies immobile behind several inches of hardened glass, wires and tubes running from openings in her armor. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia enters with a squad of ODST-armored soldiers. <ODST_Leader> There you are. <ODST_Leader> What took you so long? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia gestures at the soldiers behind him. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I had to get our backup together, first. <ODST_Leader> I told you to come down here alone. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And I want some rifles pointed in her direction when she wakes up. * ODST_Leader places CT's helmet on a nearby table and gestures contemptuosly at Texas. <ODST_Leader> Not "her." <ODST_Leader> "It" <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, yeah, whatever. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia gestures at the soldiers. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Spread out and be ready for trouble. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This one's a bit of a handful. * ODST_Leader glares at Georgia. <ODST_Leader> You didn't waste any time in taking charge the troops, did you? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, since I seem to be the only one who doesn't want every battle to be a bloodbath I'd have thought you'd appreciate my input. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But hey, if you have something better to do, by all means. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're in charge after all, boss. * ODST_Leader shoots Georgia another glower but nods at the soldiers. <ODST_Leader> Do as he says. * ODST_Leader levels a finger at Georgia. <ODST_Leader> Now you. <ODST_Leader> Turn it back on. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances over at Texas. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Me? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> How am I supposed to do that? <ODST_Leader> You know what I mean. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I don't know if he's up to it, boss. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> He's still a bit nervous after she roughed him up back down in the city. <ODST_Leader> Georgia, so help me, if you don't start taking this seriously I will kick your ass back out into space. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fine, fine. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, would you mind getting in here? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> There's a little problem we need you to look at. * Engineer_Bob floats cautiously through the door, brushing past the nervous soldiers as he approaches the holding tank. * Engineer_Bob looks at Georgia and chirps. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, you need to get her up and running again. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But be careful. * ODST_Leader enters a series of codes into a nearby computer. The cell door slides partially open, allowing just enough room for Bob to wiggle inside. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Leader: How's Texas doing? * ODST_Leader fumbles with his com, grumbling in annoyance. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Ulan. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) The trap shall be sprung soon <ODST_Leader> (COM) Alright. <ODST_Leader> We're going to reactivate the package now. <ODST_Leader> See what we can pull out of its memory banks. * Engineer_Bob carefully approaches Texas, sliding feelers over her battered armor and making his way over to her neck. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Careful, Bob. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls a knife out and starts passing it from palm to palm. <ODST_Leader> Alright, let's see what it has to say for itself. * Engineer_Bob plunges his feelers into Texas's neck, then quickly pulls back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly gets up, somewhat disoriented as her systems reactivate one by one. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, get out of there. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Now. * Engineer_Bob departs the cell, the door sliding shut behind him. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shakes her head and gets to her feet. <ODST_Leader> Activate limiters. <ODST_Leader> Cut off her movement. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas groans as she is suddenly immobilized. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What the... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Don't you mean "its", boss? <ODST_Leader> Can it, you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up to see Georgia and the ODST leader. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Rise and shine, Agent Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas just stares at the two of them silently. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Or at least, as shiny as you can get with all those limiters strapped to your body. * ODST_Leader shoots Georgia a look. <ODST_Leader> See? <ODST_Leader> Nothing to worry about. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fine. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm still going to stand back here, if it's all the same to you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia waves at Bob. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Great job. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas 's gaze follows the engineer as it floats out of the room. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You can get back to the lab. * ODST_Leader turns back to Texas. <ODST_Leader> Alright. <ODST_Leader> We can do this the easy way, or we can do it the easier way. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas just stares back at the ODST, not saying a word. <ODST_Leader> The easier way involves me shutting you back down and ripping your systems apart piece by piece. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Screw you. <ODST_Leader> Ah, so it does talk. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know what? You're just like the rest of them. * ODST_Leader leans back against a table. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You just see me as a machine, an object. <ODST_Leader> Hm, maybe it's because that's what you are. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah, well look at you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You think you're so human? Could have fooled me. <ODST_Leader> Georgia, what's it going on about? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Beats me, boss. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I just work here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falls silent again. * ODST_Leader sighs. <ODST_Leader> Alright, sounds like a plan. <ODST_Leader> Shut it back down and rip off its head. <ODST_Leader> We'll just pry the data out of its memory banks. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Um, boss, I don't recommend doing that. <ODST_Leader> Oh? <ODST_Leader> And why the hell not? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shrugs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, that's a tricky one, see, I don't really have an answer for you there. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I just have this gut feeling, y'know? <ODST_Leader> If you don't have anything real to contribute, keep your mouth shut. * ODST_Leader glances down at his communicator and smiles. <ODST_Leader> Looks like Ulan and his boys have started their little operation. <ODST_Leader> Georgia, in a few minutes you'll hopefully be an even rarer specimen than you already are. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, really? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I thought we didn't work with Ulan and that kind of scum. <ODST_Leader> Sometimes, scum like him has his uses. <ODST_Leader> Besides, hunting Freelancers keeps him from arranging more bombings, doesn't it? <ODST_Leader> Everyone wins. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of. * ODST_Leader turns to his soldiers. <ODST_Leader> Well? <ODST_Leader> Why are you just standing there? <ODST_Leader> Get the engineer back in here. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Boss, tell you what. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Diplomacy really isn't your thing. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Give me a few minutes with her. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll probably find out more like that than you will ripping apart her data files. <ODST_Leader> What, leave her alone with you? <ODST_Leader> You're the one who insisted on bringing a fire team down here, remember? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm feeling a bit safer. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Besides, you can watch over the coms. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia takes off his helmet. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> See, I'm not trying to pull one over on you. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Go make sure Ulan's doing alright. * ODST_Leader looks hard at Georgia for a moment longer, than grabs his helmet and motions at the security team. <ODST_Leader> Take up positions outside this room. <ODST_Leader> If anything so much as twitches the wrong way in there, lock down this entire sector. * ODST_Leader strides out, followed by the security team. <ODST_Leader> And Georgia? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah boss? <ODST_Leader> The minute you're done, we do it my way. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fine by me. * ODST_Leader heads up the Charon's bridge, leaving Georgia alone in the holding bay. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sheathes his knife and moves closer to the cell. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You really have a thing for making my life complicated, don't you? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sighs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You know, the longer you play the silent game the faster he'll decide to use you for spare parts. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia raps the cell pane with his knuckles. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I know it doesn't look like it from where you're sitting, but I've got a vested interest in keeping you alive. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You want to be treated like a person? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I think you know the drill with interrogations. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia approaches the energy control panel and cranks it up to its lowest setting, sending jolts of energy coursing into Texas's body. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grunts and snarls, but doesn't say a word. * ODST_Leader watches a scratchy feed from the Charon's bridge, teeth clenched in frustration. <ODST_Leader> I should have seen this coming. <ODST_Leader> There's nothing we can do for Ulan right now. <ODST_Leader> We need to conserve resources. <ODST_Leader> Pull us out. <ODST_Leader> Get us out of system as soon as possible.

<Jonathan_Ulan> I SAID GET DOWN! * Jonathan_Ulan shoves a grenadier into the dirt <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters turret control room, kills the operators, and locks himself in <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey North! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What say you we storm those tanks? <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado picks off the grenadiers from afar, engaging his reflex enhancement and double-tapping his rifle, watching bullets fly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes advantage of the confusion to charge them, spraying with her BR to discourage direct fire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming holds onto the Pelican's side, waiting for the moment to jump. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a fast deployment to a nearby ridge. <Four-Seven-Niner> Good hunting. * Four-Seven-Niner peels off and pulls up fast, avoiding gunfire from whatever turrets are left. * Jonathan_Ulan climbs up a tree and takes aim at Carolina <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana fires non-stop at the long line of grenadiers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York picks off the few survivors Colorado left with a combination of shotgun blasts and hand-to-hand combat. * Jonathan_Ulan opens fire on Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina evades the plasma bolts, her recent augmentations allowing her to perceive time more slowly than most humans. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota pulls out his MA5. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North snipes a few enemies and moves up <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs to and fro, attracting the tanks' attention. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Go, North! <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly distracts Ulan with his magnum, covering Carolina. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Move, move! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South waits for the tanks to turn to North before dashing around him. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Switch! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South leaps onto a tank. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grabs the driver, breaks his neck, and throws him out. <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIT! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward, using his SMG's to take down nearby enemies <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado moves up, slinging his sniper on his back and spraying bullets via his SMG. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan aims the AA guns at the tanks <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South takes position behind the tank's driver's seat. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York continues to pelt the line of infantry with pellet after pellet, mowing his enemies down. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks an enemy in the face and grabs his BR. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sends a bullet hissing in from afar, cutting down one of the rebels taking position below Jonathan_Ulan before the sound of his rifle ever reaches them. He has caught his targets in the open, and before any of them can react, Wyoming's remaining clip takes down three more targets. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) South! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs up behind the tank <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, asshole! Watch this! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South swivels the tank's barrel to face Ulan. <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIT! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South fires, blowing apart the tree Ulan was perched in and sending him flying. * Jonathan_Ulan lands hard but gets up and starts running * Jonathan_Ulan continues running, lasing South's tank <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads. <Jonathan_Ulan> Tank busting aircraft, fire at my laser! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leaps after closing the distance, grasping her katana mid-leap and bring it down in a stab as she lands on one of the grenadiers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jumps off the impaled grenadier and finds herself facing another, only to cleave half his neck with the katana. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Huh. Tanks. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leaps to another tank, dropping a grenade before sprinting off <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South follows her aim just a bit behind North with the tank's cannon, blowing them up one after the other right after he leaps from one to another. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates his bubble shield as two tanks try to fire <Four-Seven-Niner> What the— <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Wyoming, I've picked up something on my way back. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina dispatches several other troopers before her gaze settles on Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You. <Jonathan_Ulan> AH SHIT! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts sprinting. * Jonathan_Ulan runs for his life, spraying plasma fire <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs between the two tanks. They fire, blowing each other up <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Yes, Sophie? What is it? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pitches in by firing on the aircraft with the tank. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota grabs the laser. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan destroys Ulan's air support by using the turrets against them <Jonathan_Ulan> THIS IS GOING TO HELL IN A HANDBASKET! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Can we grab this guy? <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly dispatches a few dozen grenadiers in hand-to-hand combat, <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) It's the Staff of Charon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) The what? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) They're bearing down on the Blacktip. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) They haven't spotted it yet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a round near over Agent_York's head, cutting down an armored Grenadier advancing on him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York flinches for a moment, then looking towards Wyoming's position. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks for the save, Wyoming! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) But they'll ram right into it if they keep going. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly holds his helmet to his head. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is forced to take cover from the wild barrage of plasma, too much to evade in such close quarters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit— <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Where the hell is Maine!? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Huh, tanks are dead. * Jonathan_Ulan dives into a pillbox, and begins firing with a plasma turret at Carolina <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana moves in to cover Carolina, SMG blazing. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly rises from the rubble of the chopper. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota slots one of Ulan's men. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grits her teeth as the air becomes extremely hot around her. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Wyoming, I suggest we get the Staff of Charon's attention. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) How do we do that? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on Jonathan_Ulan, buying Agent_Carolina a reprieve. <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIT! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I'll pick up half the team and we'll try to board it. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) We don't know if Tex is down here or on board the ship. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) But it's only safe to check both. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright, I'll try to cover you while you pick them up. Go for it! * Jonathan_Ulan soon gets back up, and fires on Colorado <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Pin this guy down! * Four-Seven-Niner easily dodges the autocannons' line of fire, aiming for the blindspots. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at Ulan with his BR <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Carolina, need a hand? * Jonathan_Ulan ducks <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado advances towards the pillbox, suppressing fire with his SMG. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine breaks off the turret from Carolina's Pelican and uses it it. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota peppers Ulan with plasma using the fallen soldier's weapon. * Jonathan_Ulan starts firing wildly <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pops out of cover and jumps at Ulan while he's shooting at Colorado, swiping at him with her katana. <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIT! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine advances towards the grenadiers and Ulan. * Jonathan_Ulan continues fleeing <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots the pillbox <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado quickly dodges those shots, as he's no where near slow. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take him down! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs after Ulan, firing * Jonathan_Ulan continues running at a full on sprint <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana slowly aims and fires a grenade near Ulan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires and reloads in rapid succession, suppressing several of the remaining Grenadiers. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Catch up to him Carolina! * Four-Seven-Niner swoops in quickly for a hot pickup. * Jonathan_Ulan keeps on going, as if he is a machine <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Indiana! Stay on Ulan! <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Right! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots at the grenadiers <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming keeps the Grenadiers and their heavy weapons pinned down. <Jonathan_Ulan> Can't stop now <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Why won't he go down?! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Maine, Wyoming, Mich, North, South — rendezvous with 479. Now! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs his sniper, and attempts to put a bullet in Ulan's leg <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Jonathan_Ulan in the chaos, and now vengefully sights on his head. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Copy that! <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana kicks away several grenadiers as he sprints, towards Ulan. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires, just missing Ulan. * Four-Seven-Niner lands in a relatively unoccupied area. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North checks his nav and runs towards 479er's pelican <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine breaks formation to 479's pelican. * Jonathan_Ulan sees Indiana with a wild look on his face <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York swipes his shotgun onto his back and pulls out his two magnums, firing in Ulan's direction. * Jonathan_Ulan ducks once more <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North arrives at the Pelican, giving cover fire to the other freelancers <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana adjusts his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shoots a tree in front of Ulan with his Spartan Laser, bringing it down and blocking his path. * Jonathan_Ulan runs for the rooftops <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Boy this sonofabitch is fast! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's move! <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Last mag! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances over her shoulder while running toward 479, watching the fight between Indiana and Ulan play out. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado keeps pursuing, sprinting rather fast. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner; don't wait for me to come to you. Just pick me up once you're clear of the rebels. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Copy.

<font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana jumps onto the rooftops, merely a few meters away from Ulan. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, Mich, Maine, C'mon! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana empties the last of her magazine and pulls out her combat knife. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues firing, covering the other Freelancers. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana continues to run alongside Carolina, moving in accordance to her manuevers. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> This Innie runs like a damn athlete! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps on and throws the turret into the storage behind the cockpit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stands at the pelican's door, still firing <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South climbs on board as well. * Jonathan_Ulan unslings his plasma repeater <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gestures for Montana to join her behind cover. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana complies. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana jumps multiple air vents and gaps behind Ulan. * Jonathan_Ulan takes aim at Indiana <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Fuck— <Jonathan_Ulan> Piss <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Let's get to Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina contemplates the blood on her blade for a brief moment, before giving a nod. * Jonathan_Ulan unsheathes his Polish Army sword <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> That's the bastard you were going after. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I've got a score to settle with him. <Jonathan_Ulan> let's do this Indy <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana brandishes a large knife from his chest. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Indy might need help. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Ulan's no pushover. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> You call that a knife? * Jonathan_Ulan takes a swing at Indy's joints <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana jumps back <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana holds up his. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves out from cover and leaps onto the rooftop, running zigzag fashion toward Indiana and Ulan. * Jonathan_Ulan hits Indiana in his elbow <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York continues advancing with Colorado by his side. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana yelps. * Jonathan_Ulan continues slashing at Indy <Jonathan_Ulan> How do you like it scumbag!? <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> York you move on ahead! I'll cover you! <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana throws his knife to his left hands on slashes at Ulan's thighs. * Jonathan_Ulan elbows Indy in the gut <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> Uf! <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado takes out his sniper rifle and covers York. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> You fuckin' quick bastard. * Jonathan_Ulan hits Indy in the knee, knocking him down <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana quickly readies his knife <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York dashes up to the roof, meeting up with Indy who's in the middle of brawling with Ulan. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana slices Ulan's wrist. * Jonathan_Ulan keeps on ticking <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York cracks his knuckles and joins in the fight, armed with only fists. <font color=#CCA01E><Agent_Indiana> York! Distract him for a sec, please. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> No problem, Indy! * Jonathan_Ulan jabs York in his hip <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York just barely winces, grabbing Ulan's stray forearm and disarming him, yanking his knife away. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana kicks Ulan away from York. * Jonathan_Ulan rips the knife out of Indy's hands

<font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan breaks the AA gun controls, leaves the turret room, and gets to the Pelican <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay, where's Wyoming? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Wyoming, hurry the fuck up! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just make another stop to pick me up. Rendezvous up the ridge. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming empties his clip, reloads, then starts hiking up the ridge. <Four-Seven-Niner> Screw it. * Four-Seven-Niner flies low and heads straight for Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming waves the dropship down. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires from the open door <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grabs onto Wyoming's hand as they fly by. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming climbs up, seeing the hand, but not who it belongs to. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands in the doorway of the Pelican's hold, surveying the other Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well. What trouble have you gotten into this time? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> 479er, we're all in! * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward and towards the Staff of Charon. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Carolina, we're heading off. Good luck down there! <Four-Seven-Niner> Right. ready for a fast insertion. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoulders his rifle and draws two M6Cs. * Four-Seven-Niner preps the countermeasures ahead of time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right, who wants to tell me just what is going. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees the twins. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming>. . . on. <ODST_Leader> Make this fast, boys. * Four-Seven-Niner fires thousands of small countermeasures, each very tiny but attracts the attention of the gunfire. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, are the controls supposed to be bleeping? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is brought back into the moment by the explosions. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's avoid the missiles... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I hate flying. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So much. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I think I've caught your hatred of flying... <ODST_Leader> It's one Pelican! <ODST_Leader> Take it out! <Four-Seven-Niner> Fire in the hole! * Four-Seven-Niner fires fifty missiles at the hangar bay door, blowing it straight open. * ODST_Leader braces himself against a control station as the rumble echos throughout the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get ready... <ODST_Leader> All hands, prepare to repel boarders! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Might want a T-Pack, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just need a good launch, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Suit yourself. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan gets behind Wyoming * Four-Seven-Niner suddenly slows down drastically just before entering the hangar bay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South flies out of her seat and into the front of the ship. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South collapses in a heap on top of North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ow. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Son of a- <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps with the dropship's momentum, immediately firing his pistols on the guards and techs in the hangar. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tucks and rolls a landing, his pistols running low as he seeks cover. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maine, Mich, take the flanks! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, with me! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes up a position, reloading his sidearms. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps after Wyoming <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South bails out, somewhat disoriented. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Geez, I like Mont's flying better. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan charges the flanks at super speed <Four-Seven-Niner> I guess I'll stay here until you guys need a ride out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at the guards in the hangar <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls out of cover, firing mercilessly on any targets that stand before him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maine, do what you do best! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves up behind Wyoming, covering him <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fights back to back with North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan steals a shotgun and unleashes chaos <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North guns down more guards <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So, how do we know if Tex is here? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, here? What the bloody hell is going on? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a few more pistol shots at the last enemies, retreating deeper into the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maine, cover the hangar with Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan kills all the guards in his flank <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires at the guards next to Michigan. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) They're dug in. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM Agent_North, hold on. I've just attacked a ship a lot bigger than mine without any idea why, except that you lot were doing it. What is going on? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South moves through hallway after hallway with North. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slices a line of soldiers in a single dash behind Michigan. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Security's getting tighter. I think we're onto something. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) We're going after these guys. That's all we need to know for now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming raises an eyebrow. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head as he follows the others. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell. . . <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South bursts into the interrogation room. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves forward <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> There she is, North! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Damn, she's missing an arm. * Engineer_Bob chirps in fear. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm fine... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, check her vitals. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South holds the engineer at gunpoint while North frees Tex. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What is this thing? * Engineer_Bob backs away to the corner of the room. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't shoot. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South hesitates. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We might need it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> For what? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Clear the room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has Gamma seal and secure the interrogation chamber. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hold on, let me get you out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What is Tex doing here? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North frees the restraints on Tex

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Right now, I should be making a joke. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Trying to get under your skin. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Make fun of you. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But for some reason I just don't feel like it today. * ODST_Leader notes an incoming blip on the sensors. <ODST_Leader> What the hell? * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward and towards the Staff of Charon. <ODST_Leader> Oh, son of a... <ODST_Leader> Batteries Alpha through Charlie, zero in on the incoming dropship. * Four-Seven-Niner fires fifty missiles at the hangar bay door, blowing it straight open. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances away from Texas, distracted by the distant shaking. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well, look at that. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia opens a channel. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob, get down here. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> We're holing up with the prisoner. <ODST_Leader> Oh, no you're not, Georgia. <ODST_Leader> Get out there and do the fighting. <ODST_Leader> That's what I'm paying you for. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Boss, don't you think it's smarter to— <ODST_Leader> You get out there and do your damn job! <ODST_Leader> The engineer will shut her down! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances regretfully back at Texas, torn between his gut feelings and his employer. * Engineer_Bob slides into the holding area, chirping nervously. <ODST_Leader> (COM) All hands, fall back to defensive positions! <ODST_Leader> (COM) Stop them from getting deeper in here! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pauses to brush Bob's head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You shut her down quick, then get somewhere safe, okay? * Engineer_Bob chirps and moves towards the control panels. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia slides his helmet back on and looks back at Bob and Texas one more time before departing. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, Project Freelancer's back to the old mindless killing routine, huh? <ODST_Leader> Son a bitch, push them back! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns, catching an emergency signal from Bob. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Shit. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sprints back towards the interrogation room.

* Jonathan_Ulan knocks York off the roof <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is thrown off, landing on his back. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Argh! Son of a... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York watches the knife fall right beside his head. <Jonathan_Ulan> Just you and me again <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looms behind Ulan, having climbed up behind him. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana punches Ulan's throat and twists his arm, quickly looking over the edge for York. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina detaches her katana. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> They're here earlier than expected. * Jonathan_Ulan kicks Indy in the stomach, knocking him down <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Indiana! Catch! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hurls her katana at Indiana. <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana grabs the katana and slices Ulan's gut. <Jonathan_Ulan> Shit! * Jonathan_Ulan attacks Indy, attacking and parrying his strikes <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana sees the sword fight and hurries towards them <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana makes a cut on Ulan's face and forces him back <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana kicks Ulan's knee and holds him in a headlock. * Jonathan_Ulan elbows Indy in the stomach, and rolls away * Jonathan_Ulan rips Indy's helmet off with one flick of his sword, and follows up with a horizontal swing, decapitating him <font color=#CCA01E> * Agent_Indiana has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> No! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana runs up and tackles Ulan, knocking him away from Indy's headless form. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana draws her combat knife. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You motherfucker— * Jonathan_Ulan kicks Montana away, and begins retreating <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Agh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York helps himself up, looking towards the rooftop and taking the knife out of the ground. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina blindsides Ulan, decking him. <Jonathan_Ulan> Oof! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana gets up, fumbling to get her combat knife. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then kicks him in the gut, following up with a harsh chop to the back of the neck. <Jonathan_Ulan> Ouch <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina picks up her katana, a few feet from Indiana's body. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York quickly catches up, the knife in hand. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Kill him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're. Gonna pay. For that. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana is suddenly shot in the back by four grenades. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Argh! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana collapses, the knife falling out of her hands. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Montana's been hit! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises the katana, watching as the shadow of the blade lingers over Ulan's neck, then hears Montana's cry. * Jonathan_Ulan kicks Carolina off him again, and continues off at a full on mad dash <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota shoots at the grenadiers <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York grunts, turning his attention to the grenadiers who appeared out of nowhere. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York starts dealing with them with a flurry of kicks, punches and shotgun blasts. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at Montana, Ulan's retreating form, then races toward Montana. * Jonathan_Ulan continues off at a full madman run * Jonathan_Ulan hides in the forest <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota runs over to the last one and rips his throat out. * Jonathan_Ulan watches the slaughter with his binoculars <Jonathan_Ulan> What the hell? <Jonathan_Ulan> How could this have happened? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina picks off the grenadiers who were attacking Montana. * Jonathan_Ulan continues crawling into the forest <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brutally stabs the last one through the face, then jerks out the blade and throws the body aside. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then turns to Agent_Montana and leans down. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Ugh... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> How bad? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana clumsily pulls off her helmet, and coughs blood. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I feel like my back got blown apart... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes the melted armor and shrapnel. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're gonna need some help. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants after the Innies had been dealt with, approaching Montana with Colorado. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sheathes her katana and helps Montana sit up. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana grimaces. * Jonathan_Ulan spots Carlson <Jack_Carlson> Sir, Ulan! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Can you get up? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana struggles to get to her feet. <Jonathan_Ulan> Come with me, we're getting out <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I don't think so... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Might I suggest the healing unit, Carolina? It'll help, if only a little bit. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hand it over, York. * Jack_Carlson follows Ulan, retreating from the slaughter <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks the corridor back outside. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> This area's clear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York activates the unit, applying it to Mont's wound. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes that her hands are shaking slightly, more contained rage over Indiana than actual fear. * Jonathan_Ulan continues going southbound, until he spots the Revolutionary Fervor in a dry lakebed * Jonathan_Ulan signals to them, and gets aboard <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... c'mon, Mont, we have to get off this battlefield. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah...okay... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina helps support Montana as they move off the field. <Jonathan_Ulan> Carlson: Get some rest, talk to the medics <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York helps up Montana, carrying her. * Jonathan_Ulan checks his Polish Army sword, cleaning the little blood on it off, before sheathing it <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You got hit pretty bad...that unit should help. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> T...thanks...York... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan builds barricades out of his dead enemies, and a Stonehenge replica out of what's left <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina directs the group toward a quieter area outside the hot zone, where air pickup is feasible. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina eases Montana down onto the grass before sitting as well to wipe the blood from her blade. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado stands guard, all eyes peeled for any enemies left. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands after wiping the blade down and walks over to York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands attentively, looking towards Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Indiana. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks away. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Huh. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> He was a good kid... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...sorry I wasn't fast enough to save him... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Poor son of a bitch... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives Montana a look that's part annoyance, part sadness. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> Didn't deserve his fate. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It was my fault for leaving him to handle Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I thought... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina kicks at the grass. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I should have been faster... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We all make mistakes. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> He'll be remembered. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana 's head slumps to the side and her eyes begin to close in resignation. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina frowns. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Montana? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina goes over to Montana and kneels beside her, checking her pulse. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado sits down, sure that there is no other stragglers left. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana begins to breathe raggedly. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Shame that fucker Ulan got away... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...wish I could have given that asshole what for... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just... try and forget about him right now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're gonna be okay. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina motions furiously for York to come over. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps down from the walkway on top of the Pelican, then climbs down into the troop bay. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia watches the ODSTs run by, but does not join them. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob... <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> We can't lose two people today Indy was already enough. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> She'll make it, Hal. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That healing unit. Got any more juice? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls the unit out, examining it. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Only a little. It's worth a shot. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's gonna be a while before we have access to any med packs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York applies the healing unit to Mont, until it's out of charge. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Don't worry about me...I'll be...fine... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes how her free hand is trembling involuntarily. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We're not losing you, Montana. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes off her helmet, forcing a smile. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're gonna be okay. That's an order. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana smiles feebly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at York with narrowed eyes, silently demanding his honest opinion. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hell of a way to go out, huh? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri (4b04c534@gateway/web/freenode/ip.75.4.197.52) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I always thought it'd be quiet for me...what with my...talents... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods, slipping his own helmet off. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Still...can't complain... <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Carolina, you copy? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina taps her earpiece. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) I copy. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) We're on our way down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) I'm sending you our coordinates. We have one casualty. WIA to be precise. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Confirm Texas was on board the Staff of Charon. We couldn't get her out though. She's MIA. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Sorry, Carolina. Tex slipped away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs heavily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) ... copy that, 479. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana 's pained smile fades, having heard the conversation. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'll admit..it's been some pretty damn dark times. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Was it all for nothing, Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes her head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It wasn't for nothing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We have more information than we did when we started. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We know what the others are up to. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We know who we need to kill. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, can you hear me? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger. That you, Missouri? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) It is indeed, with a rather large UNSC force breathing down my neck for an update <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) What is your status? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Long story. Lock onto my location. We're picking up the Freelancers. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) They have wounded and my bird alone isn't going to be enough to carry them all. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Locked on, and inbound * Four-Seven-Niner flies down towards the surface. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Carolina, we have Missouri inbound with a second bird. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Copy. Waiting on that second bird, 479. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York puts his helmet back on, looking towards the sky.

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> She was captured, Wyoming. Let's help her out for now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm with you there, at least. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia picks his way over the corpses and sees that the room is sealed. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Dammit. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) Boss, get this door open now! <ODST_Leader> (COM) We've got our own problems here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan spots more guards, who he either shoots in the chest or stabs in the brain <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, restraints are off. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps forward. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) They have her! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Mich, Maine, keep the hangar clear, we've found Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Clear outside for the moment. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> (COM) They have her and Bob! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine bottlenecks the hallway leading to the hangar. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, get back to the hangar. And see if you can't screw with the ship a little. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You two. If you see Georgia or that ODST leader. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Kill them both. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What are you going to do? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> (COM) Let's book it before we get swarmed, guys. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I have some unfinished business to attend to. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grabs his SMG and takes up a position at the far end of the hall. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I need some support down here! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You'll need help, Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. I'll be fine. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Go! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the engineer, opens the doors, and runs out of the room. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get moving. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sights down on Texas, but hesitates to fire. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Shit. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South steps out and sees Georgia. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South raises her assault rifle. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia whips back around the corner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming backtracks to the hangar, clearing the corridor back. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North, come on! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs after Georgia. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, keep on him! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, get moving. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia whips back around and fires at North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North ducks <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) North, the way back to the Pelican is clear. Where have you all gone? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hurls a grenade down the passageway. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates his shield <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks back as the grenade blows up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots the ODST leader and runs at him, still holding the engineer. <ODST_Leader> Shit! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams into the ODST, and grabs at his throat. * ODST_Leader struggles to grab his gun but can't move. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches the ODST in the face, snatches C.T.'s dog tag from around his neck, and runs off with the engineer. <ODST_Leader> Son a bitch. * ODST_Leader considers going after her, but instead heads from the bridge. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Keep up the pressure! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South keeps suppressing fire on Georgia. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads into the lab with the engineer, locking the doors behind them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Like it or not, you're gonna help me. Right now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is returning to where the others were, hearing gunfire and explosions. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires his SMGs at Georgia while advancing <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia sticks to cover, reloading his SMG. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South reloads her assault rifle while North keeps her covered. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Wyoming, help Maine and Michigan clear the hangar, they've got reinforcements coming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dammit. . (COM) Alright, but you owe me an explanation after this. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Yeah, later. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses a grenade towards Georgia * ODST_Leader appears from the other end of the hall, spraying South's position with assault rifle fire. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns around and returns fire at the ODST. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia dives clear. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North, stay close! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Crap, where did he come from?! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South deploys her domed energy shield. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Reloading. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming heads back towards the hangar, taking an alternate route to reach a walkway overhead where he's got the advantage. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his sniper and takes aim at the ODST * ODST_Leader pulls back to cover as a reinforcing squad takes up positions around him. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South takes aim at Georgia. <ODST_Leader> Pin 'em down! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia rolls to the side and fires at South. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at the ODST's and Georgia with his SMGs, one in each direction <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan forms the dead-body barricades, held together with dried blood <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notes Michigan and Maine below. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> You like? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, good day you there. Rather interesting taste in art, isn't it? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South 's assault rifle clicks empty, and she pulls her pistol. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, don't get pinned down! <ODST_Leader> Fuck! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South fires at Georgia, while advancing on him. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks back into the shield to reload. <ODST_Leader> That damned shield! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We're gonna get cornered soon, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North uses the shield as cover to advance on Georgia <ODST_Leader> They'll run out of ammo soon! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Go for Georgia, we can overwhelm him! <ODST_Leader> Keep them pinned down! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances back at his still-holding shield <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia readies his SMG. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North reloads as he ducks into cover <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia retreats further down the hall. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) North, you've got more company coming than even we can handle. Fall back to us. <Gamma_AI> Warning. <Gamma_AI> Detecting approximately six hundred shock troopers heading this way. <Gamma_AI> We will be killed, Wyoming. <Gamma_AI> I do not like to run, but we should not stay. * ODST_Leader and his troops continue to pour fire down the hall at the twins. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Crap, we're gonna get cut off. Maine and Mich, clear the halls. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) North, you've got to get yourself and your team out, now! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, we've got to move! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Keep the corridors by the hangar clear <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan clears a hall <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, prep the engines. It looks to be as hot a pick-up as it was a drop-off. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Affirmative. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Okay North, let's cut our way through Georgia. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On my mark, sync? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> sync. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Anyone who's not engaged, converge on the hangar! <ODST_Leader> Do not let them leave! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Mark! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves forward <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dashes out of the shield with North, spraying Georgia with fire. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine follows Michigan reloading his weapon. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming cuts down the first ODST who comes through a door to the hangar, shattering his visor with a sniper round. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires several sniper rounds at Georgia <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia jerks as several shots hit his armor, then detonates the charges he planted at his old position as the twins pass by. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ah! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls North through as well. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dives through the explosions, covering her face even though she's wearing a helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down every way to the hangar but the one North needs. <Gamma_AI> Done. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm a little singed, but okay. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How about you? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I should be fine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nothing badly damaged. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia throws himself down, firing at the retreating twins. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) When do we fall back? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Come on, come on. . . <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) We're on our way! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Come on, the ODSTs are right on us! Keep going! * ODST_Leader dashes forward along with his soldiers. <ODST_Leader> After them! <ODST_Leader> Keep up the fire! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses his remaining grenades back <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Wyoming, is everyone back at the hangar? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I think so. Who all did you bring? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs down the hall with North, firing over her shoulder. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Lots and lots of company. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Mind keeping them off our back? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Then that's a check. Tex? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) She's disappeared. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, Mitch, fall back! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards Pelican <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia heads down in the direction Tex ran, one hand clutching his wounds. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Damn, we've got to go regardless. Four-Seven-Niner, let's go! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I think we hit Georgia. Slippery bastard got away again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Georgia's aboard? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Now isn't the time, Wyoming. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Push them back! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward towards the hangar <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South turns the corner with North, running fast with a score of ODSTs right behind. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Almost there! <ODST_Leader> (COM) Get them off our ship! <ODST_Leader> This is the last fucking time they'll butcher my people. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Wyoming, a little help! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs towards Wyoming, ducking and diving <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dives into the Pelican. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North, come on! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine strokes his visor from blood. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a shot at the ODST_Leader, who's made the mistake of pointing to guide his troops. * ODST_Leader staggers back against the wall, a round going through his leg. <ODST_Leader> Shit! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Pelican's there, let's move out! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South reaches out a hand to North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maine, Mich, in! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes South's hand * ODST_Leader fires back at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sidesteps, fires, and reloads. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls North on board. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, inside! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is inside. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm in! <Four-Seven-Niner> Everyone on board? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah! Gun it! * Four-Seven-Niner seals the hatch and takes off. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn. * ODST_Leader limps towards the hangar, watching the Pelican leave as more soldiers converge on the hangar. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What about Tex? <Gamma_AI> We had to leave her. <ODST_Leader> Shit. <ODST_Leader> Get accountability for the dead and wounded. <ODST_Leader> And get teams on these fucking repair jobs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right. We're going to pick up the others. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get us down there. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> God dammit. I swore I'd leave all this behind, but you get yourselves into trouble almost consta. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices South. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_North. You went through with it, then? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North glances at South <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not much else you could do, I suppose. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It was the best of a bad bunch of options. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South breathes heavily, too exhausted to notice the quiet conversation North and Wyoming were having. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns away, walking towards the cockpit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That still doesn't make it right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know.

* Four-Seven-Niner lands the Pelican in the LZ. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South steps out and looks at all the bodies...and Mont lying on the ground. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, this looks bad... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan greets everyone <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina absently brushes off some of the blood spatter on her armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps out onto the ground and walks away a few paces, needing some space. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What am I doing. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North approaches Montana <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana turns her head slowly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands and steps away from Montana. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Hey...North... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Couldn't find her, huh...? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York turns to look at Montana. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> 'fraid not. Looks like you've taken a few. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Yeah... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana coughs up blood. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...don't think I'll be getting up either... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't worry about it, you've had worse. We can heal you. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks at York <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You can heal her, right? <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana laughs softly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You've got that unit. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I've already tried, North. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches sullenly. <Delta_AI> Agent Montana's spine has been pulverized by the blast of the grenades. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota is still silent. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, no. <Delta_AI> Her lungs have been punctured, as have several other vital organs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York winces. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Doesn't sound like the unit helped much... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North closes his eyes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slumps against a tree, watching on unreadable behind his visor. <Delta_AI> Her heart is bleeding slowly but erratically. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What can we do for her? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Will she make it, D? <Delta_AI> Negative. She has approximately three minutes before she bleeds out. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> You could only do so much, York... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't say that! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota mutters something. <font color=#6088A2>< <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado <font color=#6088A2>> We cannot afford to lose her too damn it! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We'll never fly her back in time. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North removes his helmet <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If only I had that time distortion unit. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana slowly reaches to the back of her head. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> North... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana coughs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is clenching both fists. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You'll make it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly moves to stand beside York. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana raises one hand weakly to clasp North's. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around at the other Freelancers standing nearby <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana presses Omicron's chip into North's hand. Her voice drops to a whisper as she doesn't have enough strength to speak louder. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Give him...to South...she'll take care...of him... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mont? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...and...he'll take...care of her...when...you're not around...to do it... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks down to Montana, his expression fading to a more saddened one. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...I have a confession...North... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...I always...kinda liked you... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana coughs. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...fuck...what am I saying...I love you, North... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...you were always so kind...even to those who didn't...know you... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh...right... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> I was trained to be a killer...we all were... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...but there was something...different...about you... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slips his hand over Carolina's, holding her hand tightly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon, Mont... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Promise me one thing...North... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What? <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> Don't...don't let this war...turn you bitter... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I...I won't. <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...I couldn't...stand it if...you changed... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Always need to do the right thing... <font color=#4D5CAF>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana <font color=#4D5CAF>> ...if...you lose that part of yourself...I love so much... <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana closes her eyes slowly with a slight, content smile. <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mont? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mont?! <font color=#4D5CAF> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent_Montana 's head slumps, and her hand falls from North's. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North closes his eyes, hanging his head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's head bows, helmet tapping against his curled knees. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado looks down to Montana's cold, lifeless body, taking off his helmet. He looks quite grim. * Four-Seven-Niner is watching wordlessly from the cockpit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North places his helmet on, and picks up Montana's body. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is watching Montana silently. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns away from York and the others. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner mentioned wounded; what is the nature of your medical emergency? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Guys, we'd better leave. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs, saddened. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands and slowly walks back to the dropship. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slowly follows North onto the Pelican. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around at the battle-scarred surroundings <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm sick of this planet already. Let's get back to the ship. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains frozen as if rooted to the ground. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North climbs aboard, ignoring the other Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York places a hand on Carolina's shoulder. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm sorry, Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hunches her shoulders slightly, then hesitantly puts her hand on top of York's, turning toward the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York takes his hand off her shoulder and boards Missouri's ship. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado follows York, putting his helmet back on. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine nods at Carolina before strapping himself in. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows after York silently. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North puts down Mont's body on the floor of the Pelican and sits beside it, not bothering to strap in. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Everyone aboard? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks his rifle to its holder and steps into the cabin, about to take the copilot's seat. * Four-Seven-Niner waits for everyone to board the two dropships and takes off. * Four-Seven-Niner turns to Wyoming as they take off. <Four-Seven-Niner> So. Still want to run? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I swore I was leaving this behind. And it seems I can't. <Four-Seven-Niner> We can never leave this behind, Reggie. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The moment we spotted them in danger, we were right back into it. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri accelerates into flight <Four-Seven-Niner> There's always another battle to fight. <Four-Seven-Niner> Enemies to be found. <Four-Seven-Niner> Friends to be lost... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But not this one. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine rests his head on his shoulder, watching Montana's body. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This. . . it's just another of Texas' vengeful quests. <Four-Seven-Niner> Let's go back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Aye. <Four-Seven-Niner> The Blacktip is always there if we need it. <Four-Seven-Niner> No one knows where it is. * Four-Seven-Niner follows Missouri's Pelican into space. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sits in silence <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is staring down at Mont. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks at North slowly. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I still can't remember that much about her, but...sorry North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is sitting next to Carolina, putting his hand on her shoulder again. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado is, for once, not saying a single word. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North nods at South, and silently hands her Montana's AI <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stares down at it, surprised. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Is...is this what I think it is? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North nods slowly. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Did she want me to have it? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North nods again. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South hesitantly takes Omicron's chip, and stares down at it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leans into York slightly, keeping her feelings bottled up. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine silently takes his helmet off and looks away from everybody, gritting his teeth tightly. * Four-Seven-Niner lands the Pelican in the hangar bay next to Missouri's. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) Recomend you all disarm yourselves on the way out <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Our minders are a bit jumpy after your...sudden departure. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming unstraps and stands. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina storms out of the Pelican, heading for the interior of the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows after Carolina, who is in the process of running off. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks up the body and walks out <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South wordlessly steps off and heads to recovery. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine gets up up and walks to recovery with his helmet to his side. <font color=#6088A2> * <font color=#E1E1E1>Agent_Colorado lifts himself off his seat, heading towards the locker room in silence. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks out the Pelican's front windows at the familiar hangar. * Four-Seven-Niner silently watches them go. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Agent_Wyoming — might I have a word with you? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North goes to put Montana's body in cryo until it can be given a proper burial <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine goes to a restroom and shoves himself into a cold shower in his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming picks up his favored rifle and exits the troop bay. As he sets foot on the hangar floor, he hurls Her Majesty to the deck, and stares at it angrily. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Agent_Wyoming. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> A word, please? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. I imagine we'll have some talking to do. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks after Agent_Missouri. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Thank you, Wyoming. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is sitting silently in recovery when North comes in. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Guess things are falling apart, huh. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Didn't you say we went after the director to end all this, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, we did. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, we just lost two of our own down there. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs. and turns to leave <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South waits for the medics to finish treating her injuries and quietly leaves to return to her quarters. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> C...Carolina, I— <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops short and turns to regard York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yes? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stops, looking rather weary. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> If you need to...let out your feelings, you should do so now. I can tell that you're pissed...and so are all of us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina removes her helmet, then hurls it at the wall. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then brings up both hands to cover her face, but instead of sobbing she lets them trail down and fall to her sides again. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> "Let out my feelings," huh. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns on her heel and heads for the max-security detention wing. * Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands still, looking at Carolina's discarded helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh, don't tell me she's going to... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head, walking away. He hads towards recovery, decided it be best for him to leave Carolina alone. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes past ONI personnel and grabs the ID card of a technician, then shoves him into a broom closet when he protests. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina swipes the ID card so she is allowed access into the detention block. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North heads into his quarters and lies down, an arm covering his face.

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stalks into the hallway, then stops short in front of a particular cell. * Director_Church looks up. <Director_Church> Well hello, Agent Carolina. I must say I didn't expect to see you so soon. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't want you saying any more than I need to hear. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Got it? * Director_Church waits silently for Carolina to go on. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina inhales to steady herself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Jonathan Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Who is he. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What is he. * Director_Church thinks momentarily. <Director_Church> An insurrectionist leader. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And why the fuck is he killing my Freelancers. <Director_Church> Hm. <Director_Church> Perhaps it was because I sent them to deal with him when the project first started. <Director_Church> I wasn't expecting him to hold a grudge, I must say. <Director_Church> Why do you ask, Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes a step toward the cell, then forces herself to stay still. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I watched two Freelancers die today. <Director_Church> Ah. Let me guess. <Director_Church> Agents Wyoming and Montana. <Director_Church> The two I personally instructed to...cause Ulan some trouble a few years ago. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina makes a disgusted noise. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Agent Montana is KIA. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Agent Indiana is also KIA. <Director_Church> Agent Indiana... <Director_Church> I guess Wyoming is more adept than I give him credit for. <Director_Church> I suppose that's why he was ranked so high on the leaderboard. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Fuck the leaderboard. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I need every scrap of information you have on this Ulan guy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And you'd better deliver. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Or I'll find some way to make the manner of their deaths relevant to your life. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just so you're clear where we stand. <Director_Church> Now, now, Carolina...the Office of Naval Intelligence wouldn't be too pleased about that. <Director_Church> After all, I have four-hundred seventy-three years of a prison sentence to live out. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps forward and slams a fist into the bulletproof glass. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If you "now, now" me ever again. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You will regret it. * Director_Church doesn't even flinch. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Now tell me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the hell went down with you and Ulan. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And how I'm going to make him pay. <Director_Church> I...interrupted one of Ulan's bombing's on one occasion, courtesy of Agent Wyoming. <Director_Church> As for Agent Montana, she managed to killed over 100 men of his squad, many of whom were his close friends. <Director_Church> The second matter was more personal, retaliation on my part. <Director_Church> A shame Agent Montana took the fall for it. I'd have thought her stealth abilities would have saved her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She died because you felt the need to bitch-slap Ulan? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stays still though her fists are clenched. <Director_Church> He thought it necessary to try and outdo me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Outdo. <Director_Church> I can't have competition, Agent Carolina... <Director_Church> As much as you may hate me, you have seen nothing until you've learned what Jonathan Ulan has done. <Director_Church> But all the information you need is with the Office of Naval Intelligence. <Director_Church> I'm afraid they won't take kindly to me telling you such things. <Director_Church> If you want to figure it out, you may have to work with them for some time. <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri enters the detention block <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Agent_Carolina; I believe you have a new assignment <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up, almost hostile. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what. * Director_Church turns to see Missouri. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Our new hosts want you to find Agent_Texas. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Hello Former Director of Project Freelancer. <Director_Church> Agent Missouri. <Director_Church> Is the Office of Naval Intelligence assigning you to be their new messenger? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> It appears so. <Director_Church> Now what, may I ask, is Agent Texas up to now? <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> But I imagine that information would be classified. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> And you, former director, do not have clearance of any kind any longer. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Find... Tex? * Director_Church smiles as he puts the pieces together. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Good day. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> Carolina? Shall we...? <font color=#4055CE> * <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri gestures towards the door <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> I believe there is a naval technician who was recently locked in a closet. I wonder how he ended up there <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas blows through the Mother of Invention's hangar bay with the Pelican's guns. * Director_Church is thrown to the floor as the ship shakes. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina braces herself against the sudden lurching. <FILSS> Alarm! Breach detected in hangar bay two. <FILSS> Sealing backup doors now. <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> What? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts the Pelican down in the hangar bay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Freelancers! Report! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sits up, startled <font color=#4055CE>< <font color=#FFD800>Agent_Missouri <font color=#4055CE>> (COM) All personnel, arm up and report to Security Two, outside Bay Two. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Carolina? Missouri? What the hell was that? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Whatever it is, it damn well doesn't sound good! <Director_Church> It looks like Agent Texas has returned on her own. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps off the Pelican, weapons ready. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm coming, Epsilon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you'd better hope no one tries to stop me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stalks off into the ship, with a cold, calculating purpose.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas steps out of the lab, shaking slightly but otherwise fully revitalized. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flexes her reattached arm experimentally. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas quietly makes her way to the hangar, and takes one of the Pelicans. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Right. Now that I don't need that floating air sac, it's time to get this over with. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flies out of the hangar, which is still missing the door that Four-Seven-Niner blew apart. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas heads off, bound for the Mother of Invention.

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia limps through the Charon's halls, checking room after room for any sign of Tex and Bob. * ODST_Leader staggers back onto the bridge. <ODST_Leader> Get us out of here. <ODST_Leader> Lock down the ship and get us out of the system. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia staggers down yet another hallway, then pauses as he hears a faint chirping from a side door. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia stumbles forward into the next room. * Engineer_Bob lies off to the side in a puddle of florescent goo. Several of his gas bags have been punctured and his tentacles flop limply beside him. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia drops his SMG and slowly approaches the battered engineer. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hey. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Bob. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia kneels beside him. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> How you doing? * Engineer_Bob chirps faintly, trying to reach up to stroke Georgia's visor. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> No, don't worry. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll take care of you now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Don't push yourself. * Engineer_Bob huffs weakly, still struggling to push himself upright. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia takes off his helmet and sets it aside. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm sorry, buddy. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I said I'd keep you safe. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But I couldn't keep that promise either. * Engineer_Bob falls back to the floor, his remaining gas sacs heaving. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia remains beside Bob for several moments, gingerly running his hand down the engineer's trembling neck. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Georgia? <ODST_Leader> (COM) Where the hell are you? <ODST_Leader> (COM) Respond, damn it! <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It's okay. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Don't worry, pal. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This is all my fault. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But I'll... <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll make it right. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks away from Bob and up at the ceiling. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm sorry. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You didn't deserve any of this. * Engineer_Bob gasps in pain, fighting to keep his head up to look at Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia draws his pistol, looks back down at Bob, and shoots him in the head. * Engineer_Bob has quit (Quit: Page closed) * ODST_Leader stumbles into the room, still injured from Wyoming's gunshot. <ODST_Leader> Fuck, that shot... * ODST_Leader sees the engineer. <ODST_Leader> You fucking shot him? <ODST_Leader> Are you out of your mind? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia remains beside Bob, lifting a small chip from within the engineer's remains. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Connie's tags. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I thought you had them. <ODST_Leader> That crazy bitch barreled into me before I came to support you. <ODST_Leader> She must have taken them from me then. * ODST_Leader holds out his hand. <ODST_Leader> Give it here. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia closes his hand over it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> No. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This stays with me. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia rises and turns to go. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You can go to hell. * ODST_Leader raises a hand, but Georgia pushes past him into the hall. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You, the Freelancers, the UNSC. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Fuck you all. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm done. * ODST_Leader watches helplessly as Georgia walks away. <ODST_Leader> That fucking machine's gone rampant! <ODST_Leader> We need to stop her! <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia ignores him and continues to walk away, helmet hanging limply by his side.

VIII =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode VIII: The Demon's Shadow

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees that the hangar bay is deserted, without even a single aircraft present. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas covers the open ground quickly and gets into the hallway. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington slides a new clip into his battle rifle and straps a pistol to either hip. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Anyone got my back out here? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) This is Agent Washington. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) I'm moving in to take her down. * FILSS marks Tex's location on Wash's HUD. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington cautiously enters the hallway, rifle at the ready. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) Anyone, converge on my position now! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Coming, Wash, hold on. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington scans the deserted hallway with his rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves down the hallway quickly, SMGs ready. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington spots Texas and fires a burst at her head. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks back. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> So it's you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Guess negotiation's out of the question then. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps out and sprays Wash with gunfire. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Fine by me. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington ducks behind a corner and blind fires at Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads one SMG but keeps Wash suppressed with the other. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reloads the second SMG and brings up the first. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses the time to cover the distance. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington sees Texas coming and drops to one knee, aiming for the center of mass. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches Wash and smashes her SMG across his face. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas follows up by punching him hard into the wall. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Agh! <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington draws a pistol and fires at Texas's gut. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas whacks the pistol out of Wash's hand. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington draws his second one and fires at her knee. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spins, avoiding the shots. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas delivers an uppercut to Wash's face, sending him crashing into the ceiling. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Ugh... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington slumps back against the wall, disarmed. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Wash and slams him hard into the floor. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns and runs down the hallway. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> See you later. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I.... can't believe.... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington passes out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters a network of hallways, looks around, and decides to head into the lower levels. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots two guards outside the detention centre and easily dispatches them. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens the doors and steps in. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops in front of a particular cell. * Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Director. <Director_Church> Agent Texas. Some of your friends are looking for you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've noticed. <Director_Church> I wasn't expecting you to get down here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't think anybody was. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens the director's cell door. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There. See if you can make it off this ship. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Even if they end up shooting you dead, at least you'll have been a distraction for them long enough. * Director_Church grins. <Director_Church> And I thought I had you all figured out. * Director_Church bolts for the exit, taking a gun off one of the guards.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is still in interrogation with Missouri, but has felt the shock of Tex's entrance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Who's boarded us? <FILSS> (COM) Agent Texas. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sucks in a breath. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dashes out of the briefing room, leaving Missouri behind. <Four-Seven-Niner> Look Reggie, I understand you want to keep me safe. <Four-Seven-Niner> But Tex won't attack me. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And why is that? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) Anyone, converge on my position now! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Coming, Wash, hold on. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm coming with you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Why? <Four-Seven-Niner> Well, what do you want me to do? <FILSS> (COM) Agent Wyoming, Agent Washington is down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) What? Where? <FILSS> (COM) Hallway 15, adjacent to hangar bay 2. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright. FILSS, I need a way to Mich's workshop. Something I left there. * FILSS sets up a route for Wyoming to follow. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sprints along it, nowhere near Carolina speed, but making good time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters Michigan's workshop.

<FILSS> (COM) Alert, all agents. The director has escaped. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Time's up, I guess. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits as well and turns down the opposite direction. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits the engineering room. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hm, this should provide a nice distraction too. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates the bomb and throws it on top of the ship's engine core, out of reach. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Knowing Michigan, he'll be able to stop us all from being blown to hell. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs out of the engine room without another pause. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches the bridge, and uses the Alpha's codes to seal the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas points her SMGs at the bridge crew. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If you don't cause me trouble, boys, I won't have to shoot you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees the ONI crew drawing their guns. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Death by Texas it is then. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ruthlessly guns down the ONI bridge crew, easily avoiding their gunfire. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finishes the last ONI member with a bullet to the brain. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly strides over to the controls. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides to a stop at the bridge door, his paintball pistol held low. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Hello, FILSS. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'd appreciate it if you stop slowing me down. <FILSS> Agent Texa— <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas shuts down FILSS * FILSS (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now, second order of business. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) FILSS? I thought you'd get the door. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) FILSS? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex is on our ship, and I feel like I'm walking into her trap. Ho, bad feeling. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, open the door. * Gamma_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI <Gamma_AI> One moment.

<FILSS> (COM) Alert, all agents. The director has escaped. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) What? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> (COM) Fuck! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, where's that project I was working on? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The one based on your taser device? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loads the clip into a standard-issue sniper rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright. Now we need to lock down the ship. We can't let Tex get away from us. <FILSS> (COM) I do not believe her intention is to escape. <FILSS> (COM) However, the director is on his way to leaving the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) No, but she'll try once she has. . . what? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Damn! <FILSS> (COM) Agents Minnesota and Virginia are on their way to apprehend them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Lock down the doors in his path, slow him down if you can. * FILSS locks down the hangar bay. <FILSS> (COM) He is trapped in hangar bay three. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaths a partial sigh of relief. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> And here's another thing I've made: .50-cal micro-missiles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. Now to find Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I won't need the missiles. Just these rounds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loads a Magnum with paintball rounds. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, Tex. I promise I'll fight fair this time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming heads down a hallway. <FILSS> (COM) Alarm! Bomb detected in the engine room! <FILSS> (COM) Agent Michigan, your assistance please. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan prepares his new gun <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) One second. <FILSS> (COM) Agent Michigan, please proceed to the engine room. You have five minutes before it detonates. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finishes work and leaves with his guns <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues down the corridor, checking his corners. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) FILSS? Can you locate Agent Texas? <FILSS> (COM) Negative...she is now using the Alpha's clearance to override my sensors. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exhales nervously. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan reaches the engine room <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan spots the bomb on top of the engine core <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan begins to climb up the side of the engine core, with some difficulty <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hah, find Agent Texas so I can find her when she's angry. Never thought I'd say that. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming skids to a stop. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Why is she here? <FILSS> (COM) I am unsure. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan reaches the top and starts to defuse the bomb <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands against a wall, considering it for a moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> She was after something on the Charon, and now she's here for something. But. . . <FILSS> (COM) She is at the bridge, eliminating the ONI members. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan almost has it.. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's eyes widen. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Metastability. . . <FILSS> (COM) Agent Wyoming, to the bridge, if you please. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sprints forward, hoping his tricks will work. <FILSS> (COM) She has already sealed the doors, but I will try to open them again. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan is successful <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Bomb defused.

<FILSS> (COM) Agent Minnesota, Agent Virginia, I need you to get the director. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I have a feeling I'm gonna regret this... <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota runs after Tex and the Director. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Can I kill the son of a bitch this time? * Director_Church turns the corner, rifle raised, sees that the hallway is clear, and keeps running. <Director_Church> That was a mistake, Agent Texas. <Director_Church> Because I still have a score to settle with you. * Director_Church enters the hallway and spots an unused Pelican. * Director_Church runs immediately to the Pelican. * FILSS locks down the hangar bay. <Director_Church> Damn you, FILSS. <FILSS> (COM) He is trapped in hangar bay three. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia makes it to the hangar * FILSS opens the doors for Min and Virg. * Director_Church turns around to see Minnesota and Virginia. * Director_Church takes cover behind the Pelican and opens fire on them. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> You have caused me uncountable troubles these past few weeks. <Director_Church> Ironic, isn't it, Agent Virginia? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Virg. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm not going to kill you...yet <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Virg! * Director_Church ducks back into cover and reloads. * Director_Church opens fire on Minnesota this time. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Son of a bitch!! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota takes cover. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck you, Director. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I don't have time for your stupid bullshit. * Director_Church shifts fire to Virginia. <Director_Church> Then open the hangar doors and no one will get hurt. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> We're not the ones who are going to get hurt! <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota brings up his Spartan laser and charges it. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> (COM) Virg, Rocket Launcher! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia takes aim at the Pelican and fires a rocket. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota splasers the Pelican right when the rocket impacts. <Director_Church> Ugh! * Director_Church is thrown back and onto the floor. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Phew. * Director_Church fumbles to grab his assault rifle. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota runs forward and grabs the Director. * Director_Church struggles but can't break free. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I'll take him back to the detention block, Virg. You go find Tex. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Got it. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia runs off. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota drags the director away from the hangar. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Don't bother trying to argue with me. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Get chatty and I'll put a bullet in your mouth.

* Gamma_AI opens the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps forward cautiously. "Knock knock, Tex." <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates manual control of the Mother of Invention, sending it plummetting straight down towards the surface of the planet. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns around, indifferent to the shifting gravity on the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs a hold of the side of the door. <Gamma_AI> Impact in thirteen minutes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises her SMGs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Wash decided to get right to it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So you'll excuse me if I don't stop to chat. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens fire on Wyoming, breaking into a run as she does so. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings from the doorframe. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming, you need to stop the ship's descent. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can't you get access, Gamma? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches himself on the angled floor, firing several paintballs at Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dodges the fired rounds. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Are you really doing it like this? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because that didn't work out so well for you last time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grits his teeth. <Gamma_AI> I need you to insert me into the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands several hits on Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're getting slower, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps back, then right at Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs across the viewport, which is now the floor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slugs Wyoming hard in the face, using his own momentum against him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's hologram fades, and Wyoming is revealed completing his leap to the controls, inserting Gamma. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why are you even trying to stop me? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I thought you didn't like the UNSC. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't. * Gamma_AI begins to take back control of the Mother of Invention. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires on the real Wyoming. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know, someone else used that same trick against me before. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> She's dead now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks behind the console as the ship begins to right itsef. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm well aware. However. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming springs up with his sniper rifle, firing a dart that sticks to the back of Tex's armor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's a new one. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, now! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What... * Gamma_AI activates the dart. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls, hoping Gamma can take on Tex at electronic warfare. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is momentarily puzzled, and then resumes opening fire at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> At least buy me a little time. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sorry, but a certain engineer made a few tweaks. * Gamma_AI seals off the doors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates a grenade and kicks it at the doors, jamming it right before it closes. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas waits for the grenade to explode and body-slams right through the damaged doors. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws one of the doors at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls behind a desk, reloading the sidearm. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm on a tight schedule, so don't try to stop me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns and runs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws himself to the floor, and watches as Texas leaves, catching his breath. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry, Gamma. I guess a fragment can't take on a full AI. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees UNSC personnel flooding the hallway, and immediately opens fire on them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You guys just don't give up. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas cuts them down one by one. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kills every one of the UNSC soldiers, turns a corner and spots Minnesota. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Fuck. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alright, this time I'll ask. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Easy way or hard way? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Easy. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Thought so. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Minnesota, slams his head into the wall, and knocks him out. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas keeps running. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota passes out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins typing in at the console as Gamma retires, bringing FILSS back online. * FILSS (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to FILSS <Gamma_AI> She is damaged. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Badly? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can she be fixed? <FILSS> A-l-l-al-alarm-in-sion-secto- <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well that's a bad sign. <Gamma_AI> We will require professional assistance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What did Tex do to her? <Gamma_AI> I don't know. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm. . . Mich is more hardware oriented. Maybe York, or Missouri, even. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas enters the operations room and sees Michigan there. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises her SMGs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Easy or hard? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hmm... <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'll take that as hard. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens fire on Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan aims ARC-920 railgun <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan fires <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas ducks under the operations holo projector. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas vaults over, and shoots Mich three times in the chest. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ow! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dashes across the projector and grabs Mich's railgun, twisting it so hard it nearly snaps * Agent_Texas plants a hard kick on Mich's torso. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots Tex at point-blank <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Mich and slams his face into the edge of the holoprojector so hard his visor shatters. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas throws the unconscious Michigan aside. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas exits the operations room, reloading her guns again. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaves the bridge. <Gamma_AI> (COM) I must stay in the system and keep the Mother of Invention on course. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) And look after FILSS, will you? <Gamma_AI> (COM) Okay. <Gamma_AI> (COM) Agent Texas has just left the operations centre. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues down the corridor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Lock down the hangars. <Gamma_AI> Hangars locked. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan comes to and gets up slowly <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Knew automated stimulants would be useful. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't want her dead, but I don't want her to leave. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stops suddenly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just like. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> South. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas deliberately avoids the barracks and cuts around another route. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoulders rifle, and continues. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves through the bowels of the ship, where there are fewer crew present. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming runs parallel several floors above. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas finds a power terminal and uses Alpha's clearance codes to shut down the power on the entire ship, preventing any doors from being opened. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up as the lights go out, and activates his thermal vision. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This could get interesting. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let's see if Tex's circuits run just as hot as a human's veins. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now, the ARC-92... Oh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan notices Tex bent it <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> That [CENSOR BEEP] broke my railgun! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas continues to move through the ship, easily breaking through any doors that are in her way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches a service ladder and hearing the sound of metal breaking metal below, slides down the side of it. <Gamma_AI> (COM) Alpha's clearance codes are above my own, I'm afraid. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) She's got the Alpha's clearance. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns at the sound of movement. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Wonder— <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas opens fire on Wyoming, the gun flares lighting up the dark. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You should leave before I have to kill you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls behind a bulkhead. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Careful. There are a lot of delicate parts in this ship. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If I shoot too many of them, we could all go without air. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'm the only one that doesn't need it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So why don't you get out of here before I have to break something? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> True. But what do you need? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's none of your business. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Is it Metastability? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Because that's my guess. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas keeps Wyoming suppressed, edging towards the service ladder. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dares to return fire with the paintball gun. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas dodges the shots, shooting Wyoming in the wrist. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Argh. . . <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on the ladder, coating it with paint before he drops his weapon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sorry, I'm using live rounds. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah, I s'pose that's fair enough. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Payback's a bitch, huh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Montana never got hers. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas looks to see that the ladder is covered in paint now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps out of cover, unarmed, facing Texas for this. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I blame you for Mont's death. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Montana's dead? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Killed by Ulan, because she was chasing after you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, that's a shame. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I didn't ask her to go looking for me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I didn't ask any of you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What did you expect? What else could she, could any of us have done? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You had to have known. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, I didn't. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Know why that is? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not like the rest of you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> At least, not yet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You could have asked for help, Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Or can't you do that? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't need your help. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why don't you just run off like you always wanted to? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's just it, Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I couldn't. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I tried, but when I saw the others in danger, I just couldn't leave them. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Finally realized where your fight was at? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Took you long enough. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's what I'm talking about. We won't, we can't leave you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You don't have to. You just need to stay out of my way. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just tell me why. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You won't understand. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You don't know what it's like to be me. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Because we'll get hurt? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We've already been hurt. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And beaten, and bruised. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And killed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But we're still here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan looks around, then finds the ladder <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You think it's that simple? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You'll never understand. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then make me understand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan hears the voices echo <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas activates a grenade and tosses it at a nearby power core. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas doesn't even flinch as the explosion sets off a dozen more and rocks the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan staggers from the explosions <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> There, I'll make you understand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls out of the way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Save the ship or stop me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your call. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the ladder's slippery rungs and vaults up, with just a little difficulty. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares at emergency lights, still dull without the power. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head and gets to work as best he can. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jumps off at the top of the ladder and sees at the top Michigan. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You really want to die, don't you? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Not really. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Then why don't you stay down! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps at Michigan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan dodges <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas comes up firing, landing two bullets in his thigh. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ow. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spins and kicks Michigan in the face, sending him to the floor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots Tex with his Spiker <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stamps her foot down on Mich's wrist, forcing the gun to point away. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs the Spiker and points its barrel right at his shattered visor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stay away from me. Or I will kill you. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas picks up Michigan and throws him down the ladder shaft, where Wyoming is fixing the ship's systems.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs out of the room. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas notices the absence of UNSC forces prowling the hallways. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Going to save a few lives, huh. Smart. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas turns another hallway and sees Virginia. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas growls. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've had enough of this. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs straight at Virginia, SMGs blazing. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia takes cover. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas keeps up the fire, quickly closing the distance between them. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota starts to come to. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Oh, my head... <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas trips Virginia with one sweep and grabs onto his foot. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Fuck! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas falcon-punches Virginia hard in the crotch, sending him flying into the floor. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Ahhhhhhh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks Virginia away, sending him sliding down the corridor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks over to a solid bulkhead, punching it. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia stands up slowly, just in time to block one of Tex's punches <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Virginia's face and slams it into the wall. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia kicks Tex while she shoves him into the wall <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Virginia's foot and throws his entire body into the wall this time. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Virginia by the neck, and kicks him in the crotch so hard he flies into the ceiling. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands guard by the Epsilon unit, watching the fight play out via her HUD uplink to security feeds. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs off. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina curses to herself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit... I should be out there with them... <Counsellor> Agent Carolina, I understand you are stressed. <Counsellor> But ONI wants you guarding Epsilon in case Agent Texas slips by them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... stressed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You have a funny way of putting it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs explosively, her BR at the ready. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia walk-runs in the direction that Tex took <Counsellor> Agent Minnesota was successful in halting the director's escape. <Counsellor> And Agent Wyoming managed to prevent the ship from crashing into the planet. <Counsellor> Agent Michigan disabled the bomb in the engine core room. <Counsellor> I think they have it handled well. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But Tex is still coming, isn't she? <Epsilon_AI> They're just distractions, Counsellor. <Epsilon_AI> I can tell Tex doesn't intend for harm to come to any of them. <Epsilon_AI> Although she did kill the entire bridge crew and multiple UNSC soldiers. <Counsellor> Yes, Texas will inevitably make her way through the others. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota gets up and gets moving. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota runs up, stopping Tex from going any further. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees Minnesota at the end of the hallway. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears Virginia turn the corner at the opposite end of the hall. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I did warn you. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia puts his hands up <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Tex...just wait a minute. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't have a minute. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I just want to know, before you kick the shit out if me, why are you doing this? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It's None. Of. Your. Business. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Now back off. Or I might accidentally kill the both of you. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Is it Epsilon you want? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts her weight uneasily as the feeds continue to come in. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Turn around, walk away, if you know what's good for you. <Epsilon_AI> Counsellor, Tex is unstable. <Epsilon_AI> Maybe it will be better if we do help her reach the final phase. <Counsellor> We will see, Epsilon. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stares down Min and Virg. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> If it is I don't give a flying fuck about it, take it if you want, but why did you have to hurt your friends to get it? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because you're in my way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So what's it going to be? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Are you going to keep trying to stop me? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> I'd rather not. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> But I will if needed. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas glares at Minnesota. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I don't care if you take the damn thing. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Last chance. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Turn around right now, or I'll kill you both. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> What is it, even? <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Tell me first. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slowly walks closer to Minnesota. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota growls and steps aside. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> We've lost the battle but not the war. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves to shove past Minnesota. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (To Minnesota) You know what? I'm tired of all this cryptic bullshit. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> So am I. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm getting answers, whether it kills me or not. <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> But I like being alive. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Then you stay, but I'm going. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia walks off after Tex <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (To Minnesota) If I don't come back...keep the hell was from my locker. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas hears Virginia coming down the hallway. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stops and turns to see him on the opposite end. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Stay where you are, Virginia. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not going to repeat myself. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Look, I'm not here to stop you <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I don't care. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I just want answers, I'll leave after that <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota blasts at Tex with his Splaser from the doorway, grazing her. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers upward. <font color=#FFFFFFF> * <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota takes cover, <font color=#FFFFFFF>< <font color=#007F0E>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFFF>> Leave him alone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your mistake, Minnesota. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your last one. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas detonates the charges she planted on the walls and ceiling, consuming Minnesota in a dozen yellow-white explosions. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Noo! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia punches at Tex <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Virginia and flips him over her head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'd stay to see if Minnesota is still alive, if I were you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It doesn't look like it, but you never know. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas runs off. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mutters expletives under her breath, growing ever more agitated. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sees more UNSC patrols on approach, and ducks into a lower level. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Mich, Virg. Anyone read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Where's Texas? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia picks up Minnesota, and carries him toward recovery. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) Wyoming, Tex got past us, she's heading for Epsilon! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) Min is in critical condition, but he's alive <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) I'm taking him to medical <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas reaches engineering B and notices something. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Right. Carolina, that means she's headed your way. Stand by. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses Alpha's codes to deactivate the gravity. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses Alpha's codes to deactivate the gravity. * Counsellor is alarmed that the gravity is off, and holds onto the door frame. <Epsilon_AI> This isn't good. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Or. . . drift. By. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia starts floating with Minnesota. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Well...this makes it easier <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas moves airborne through the corridors guns, ready. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Okay. Not far now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina floats casually, checking her ammo as if bored. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Finally. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia floats Minnesota into recovery, leaving him with the medics. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> You'll be ok...I'm gonna go get the bitch for sure, no one hurts Minnesota and gets away with it...except me <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Word of advice, Counsellor... don't get in the way. * Counsellor enters his sealed quarters and locks down the doors. <Counsellor> I'll keep my head down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just stay right there.

<font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oof! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spins at the sound, expecting Texas back. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Wyoming. Ow... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming runs over to help him up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Come on, chap. Work to do. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex sabotaged one of our power cores. Have to fix it before we can get power back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan sees the damage <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And we'd best do it quickly. We're in the reach of the planet's gravity. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I can fix this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan gets to work <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands back, giving Mich room. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Why can't she listen? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Could you flip that switch, please? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches over and toggles the switch. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm angry. I'm actually angry I couldn't leave. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Honest, Mich, I'd rather you'd all stay safe. Tex most of all. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan watches the main power return to life <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up as the lights return. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good job. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming climbs the ladder, following Tex's path to find Min. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan pulls his broken railgun off his back <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, where are Min and Virg? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan fixes his railgun <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan removes his helmet, presses a button, and watches the nano-fibers repair themselves <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, find Min and Virg if you can. I'm going to find Wash. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> One minute... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming heads off towards hangar three, leaving Michigan behind. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan uses more nano-fibers to strengthen his armor <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters hangar three. He spots his fallen rifle, and jogs over to retrieve it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent-Washington? You still alive, lad? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks Her Majesty over his back, checks the adjacent hallway FILSS mentioned. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Agent-Washington, knocked senseless and leaned against a wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slaps Agent-Washington's helmet lightly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Come on, lad. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No time for snoozing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I've got Washington. Poor lad's out cold. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Tex looks to have done a number on him, his armor's dented. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry, Wash, but it's not serious enough for a detour to medbay to be worth it. You'll have to just sit nearby. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws one of Washington's arms around his shoulder, and proceeds very slowly towards the bridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Mich, Virg. Anyone read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Where's Texas? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) Wyoming, Tex got past us, she's heading for Epsilon! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) Min is in critical condition, but he's alive <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) I'm taking him to medical <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming curses. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Right. Carolina, that means she's headed your way. Stand by. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses Alpha's codes to deactivate the gravity. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent-Washington are suddenly floating. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Or. . . drift. By. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming targets a protrusion of the wall, and grabbing the aimlessly floating Agent-Washington, grabs on as he gets close enough.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs onto the corner of a hallway, and turns the corner. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spots Carolina at the end of the hallway, standing in front of the doors to the counsellor's quarters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hello, Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm guessing you're not going to let me pass. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Correct. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly latches her rifle onto her back. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We don't have to do this. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You're right. We don't. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Step aside. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> That wasn't what I meant. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Do you have any idea what you're doing? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Who you just hurt? Killed? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've nearly killed a Freelancer just now, and I'm not going to cross that line if I don't have to. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I know perfectly well what I'm doing. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> If the others stayed out of my way, no one would have gotten hurt. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I know how it feels to want something so badly... you stop caring who you hurt along the way. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is walking across the hallway towards Carolina via the wall. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You have to let go, Texas! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Yeah? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What would you know about that? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I wanted to be number one, and you know damn well what nearly happened because of me. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas scoffs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Every one of you have something I don't. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'm trying to get it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You...you have everything I don't, and you know that. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But you don't have to get it this way. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You have York. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What do I have? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Alpha is gone. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You have your humanity. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everything you got, you worked for. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> What am I? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm a shadow. A memory. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'm not going to just live like that. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you're not based on failure. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Once I get this, that won't be a problem for me anymore. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So if you really understand, don't try to stop me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm sorry, Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I can't let you take Epsilon. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Why? Has the UNSC brainwashed you while I was gone? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not because the ONI told me to do this. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're not ready. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And you need to stand down. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Oh, I'll show you how ready I am. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas snaps up her SMGs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina whips out her battle rifle. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fires at Carolina with both SMGs, running along the wall as she does so. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina evades fire, vaulting and soaring through the air, firing off a short burst with her BR. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas backflips over the wall, and vaults at Carolina, still firing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina twists in midair, bullets whizzing past her neck and helmet, and curls to avoid the spray. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is now very close to Carolina, and kicks her back. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas swiftly reloads her SMGs, and raises them right as Carolina touches the ceiling. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes off the ceiling and slams into Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Carolina and spins to switch their positions. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pins Carolina to the floor. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina uses the butt of her BR to bludgeon Tex's helmet. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas is sent back, floating in the air. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pulls up her SMGs, firing at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scoots along the floor and shoots up toward the ceiling, then ditches the BR in favor of her grappling gun. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas 's SMGs click empty, and discards the guns. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires the grapple at Texas. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas spins to avoid the grapple, but ends up drifting out of control. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fumbles and plants one foot on a wall. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lunges forward and sails past Texas, using the grapple line like a lasso, tangling her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs at the grapple line, trying to wrest free. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs onto the end of the grapple hook and flings it at Carolina's face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes back but can't avoid the projectile, which clashes with her faceplate and sends her flying. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas puts both feet on the wall and lunges at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pushes off the opposite wall and lunges as well, crashing into Texas and hitting her repeatedly. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries to dodge the attacks but has some difficulty in the zero-gee. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas grabs Carolina's wrist and uses her grip to pivot around her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks Carolina in the back, sending her flying to the side. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know that won't hurt me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slams into the wall and her helmet drifts away. Some blood runs from her nose and the fine droplets hang in midair as she turns to look at Texas. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan floats past the gravity switch and flips it, landing ungracefully on his back <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas lands suddenly on the floor. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Damn. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina drops to the floor as well, grunting as she catches herself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You... you know we took hits for you, right? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So Wyoming tells me. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets to her feet and spits out some blood, wiping her nose with the back of her right gauntlet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You know how Indy went, right? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Decapitation. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Head lopped off by some... rebel fuck... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains still in a defensive posture, making no move to attack. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And... and Mont, you know, you're not the only one who's lost someone you love. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She died telling North she loved him! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I never asked for any of you to come looking for me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So don't try to guilt-trip me because they decided to put themselves in the line of fire. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So what if you didn't ask? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're your friends, Texas! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're not supposed to ask friends to have your back! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They just do it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Haven't you figured it out? You get in my way, you get hurt! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's just how it is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's how it's always going to be until you let me take Epsilon. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina points accusingly at Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Who are you doing this for, Texas? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because right now, the only person getting any benefit is you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I knew that from the beginning. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But that's just it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> None of you had to try and stop me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because it's not about you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Has it ever occurred to you that we're trying to stop you because we care about you? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas laughs humourlessly. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Sure. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> It seems everyone knows what's best for me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Everyone but myself, that is. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Just let me exist as this...shadow for the rest of my life. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You know what? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You sound exactly like South right now. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Well, I know what I'm going to do. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And you'll never understand what it's like to be me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're right. I won't. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But that doesn't mean I'll let you ruin yourself. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You'll never know what it's like to try so hard, only to fail at the last second. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up and unsheathes her katana. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas draws her combat knife. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You know why I took the credit for the briefcase on that mission? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Because you were faster than me. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I admit it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You were only human, and despite everything the director did to make me the best, you got to that ODST before I did. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I wasn't going to let myself fail that time. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina closes her eyes, then opens them with a determined scowl. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I thought we left all that behind. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Guess I was wrong. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You were always so busy thinking about how I was better than you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> You never realized it, did you? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm not better than you. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'll never be, not until Epsilon gives me what I need. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gestures with her sword, angry. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Do you think any of this would have been possible without you? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We fought the Director. We won. Because we had you! <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> No, Carolina. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't get the director. You did. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't save Alpha. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I couldn't get that damn engineer. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I'm the failure here. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> And I'm sick and tired of failing no matter how hard I try! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes her head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And what makes you think you won't fail now? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> I've bested you before. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe I had to go to some lengths to do it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> But I've done it. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> So...I can do it again. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a curt nod. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas charges at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a cry and rushes at Texas, sword raised. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slashes at Carolina with the combat knife, weaving to avoid her katana. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes how brutal Tex's attacks are and combats them with sheer speed, moving at a dizzying rate to avoid the slashes and attempt her own attacks. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes a few cuts but doesn't even flinch. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ducks in and out, chipping away at Tex's armor. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas blocks some some hits but takes others, trying to land some strikes on Carolina but is blocked. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina makes a low slash and catches Tex in the leg. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas staggers from the force of the blow, and barely manages to block Carolina's second attack. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas sweeps at Carolina's feet to unbalance her. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jumps over the sweep and slashes downward. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls aside, and grabs Carolina's wrist. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina twists out of Tex's grip and turns, slashing her across the chest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas recovers and shifts her grip, holding the combat knife like a short sword. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lunges at Tex and barrages her with swings. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas parries one strike with the combat knife, takes two more, and swipes hard, making a shallow but long cut on Carolina's cheek. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Argh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas uses the opportunity to thrust the katana back and make a slash at Carolina's throat. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ducks a swing and retreats a few steps as Tex stabs at her. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas flips the knife's hilt over and stabs downward. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina releases one hand from the katana and uses it to brace against Tex's knife hand, shaking slightly as she tries to force the knife away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Texas, brow knitted and sweat beading on her face.

<font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas kicks Carolina in the side, knocking her off her feet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hits the floor, then looks up at Texas, a bruise now welling on her left cheek. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas leaps at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina somersaults and, upon coming up from the roll, points the sword straight up at the incoming Tex. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas takes the sword straight through the chest. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas rolls, with the blade still embedded through her armour. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> That's one strong blade you've got there. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls as her arms are jerked, refusing to let go. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas punches Carolina repeatedly in the stomach, trying to loosen her grip. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina keeps her right hand around the sword in a death grip and uses the other one to try and deflect Tex's blows, but fails to block the strong ones. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas whips out her combat knife and stabs Carolina in the back of the hand holding the katana. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Aagh!! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pushes Carolina off her. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lurches back and looks in horror at her hand, now bleeding and for all purposes, useless. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas yanks the blade out of her chest and stands up. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Let's see if I can use this better than you can. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, hissing from the pain. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Can you kill me, Texas? <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas pauses. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Walk away, Carolina. And I won't have to. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Or maybe I should ask: will you be able to live with yourself once you find what you're looking for. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Indy, Mont... being a whole person means you feel things, Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Like regret. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina pauses and grits her teeth as her hand throbs. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Maybe I'll know what that's like when I get there. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina discreetly draws an M6C with her good hand, but does not raise it to fire. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies his weapons, just in case <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> One of us has to do the right thing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm not walking away. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Your choice, not mine. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas raises the katana. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs, then brings the pistol up lightning-fast and shoots at Tex's head. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles back, dropping the katana. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina puts another bullet through Tex's middle. <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia hears the gunshots <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas slams into the wall from the force of the bullet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina has a steely expression, but her eyes are wet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks forward and shoots again, through Tex's right arm. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas tries to get the damagedsystems in her helmet working, but is having trouble. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas stumbles around as if blinded by the shot. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas fumbles for her combat knife, which is lying on the ground. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clips the pistol to her thigh and leans down painfully, picking up her sword. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm sorry. <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas makes a wild swing at Carolina, but is very off-balance. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina plunges the sword through Tex's back, all the way up through her "throat." <font color=#7C7C7C> * Agent_Texas jerks and slumps, going still without a sound.

<font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent-Washington; Steady there, mate. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Ugh <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex gave you a bit of a hit. How do you feel? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What.... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What's going on? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, the gravity's been fluctuating a bit. And Tex is back. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I noticed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where'd she hit you? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> The head... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right. Think it warrants a detour to sickbay or not? Tex is still here, you know. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I think I'll survive. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's a good lad. On your feet, then. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington struggles up. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> You got a rifle? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks his side, and chuckles humourlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Only a paintball gun. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming offers Washington the paint-loaded sidearm. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What's this? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't want to see her hurt anymore than she has been. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Wyoming... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan and Agent_Virginia find Agent_Wyoming <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> If we're going to stop her, we need to shoot to kill. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe. So are you in? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I'm coming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls Agent-Washington to his feet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's Texas now? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> No clue. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming considers it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No, we have a clue. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's what she's after. Metastability. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Come on, you lot. Let's catch up to Epsilon. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Those fucking A.I. have been nothing but trouble. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jogs slowly <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming flanks Mich, unarmed except for his empty sniper rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan hands over more ammo <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming accepts the ammo, but pockets it. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Well gentlemen, I say we "knock" on her door shall we? <font color=#7C7C7C><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Aagh!! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia hears the screaming. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I think we're close <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Come on guys lets hurry to the...locked door, dammit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan starts fixing the capacitors <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Michigan, think you can get this open? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> In a bit... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs, then brings the pistol up lightning-fast and shoots at Tex's head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slumps against the wall, hearing the gunshot. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina puts another bullet through Tex's middle. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia hears the gunshots <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Michigan get this FUCKING door open, now! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Capacitors fixed. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out his grenade launcher <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> If you don't get this door open, I'm fucking blowing it open! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan works on the door <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Aaaaaand... done!

<font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia charges through the door, launcher at the ready <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is breathing heavily, and half-catches Tex as they both go down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan opens the door <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Oh. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia notices Tex's unmoving form, eyes shifting to Carolina <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh my god! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks enters behind the others, seeing it all. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is staring at Texas, unable to stop tears from coming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's head bows. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia runs over to Carolina <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I guess you were right, Wash. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Tex? * Counsellor slowly opens the door. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up and glares at everyone. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Back the fuck off! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia stops and backs up. * Counsellor watches silently from the doorway. <Counsellor> Is she...? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns her attention back to Tex, trying to ease her down onto her back, fumbling with her ruined hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tex, if you can hear me, I... I wanted to believe you were stronger. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I guess... I was wrong. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I should never have let you leave. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...I can try to fix Tex... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington looks down at Texas. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Don't bother. <Counsellor> That...may not be a good idea right now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina blinks and looks up, scowling. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's not some piece of equipment! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We failed Indiana, and Montana, and Texas. <Counsellor> I'm sorry, Agent Carolina. But that's all she ever was. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's part of our team, and we failed her! By letting her be... this! <Counsellor> The director always tried to make her more than that. <Counsellor> But he couldn't. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks at the counsellor, eyebrows raised <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shut up. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't you get it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> None of this would have happened if she didn't feel like equipment! * Counsellor wisely chooses to stop talking. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You turned her into a... a thing, and expected her to just stay like that? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...I suppose "fix" is the wrong word? * ONI_officer (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to ONI_officer * ONI_officer steps into the corridor. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hell, if she hadn't been fucking crazy, I would have handed her the Epsi— <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops talking. <ONI_officer> What we expect, Agent Carolina, is to have the Beta AI kept under lock and key from now on. <ONI_officer> And our investigation here is also finished. <ONI_officer> We will be also putting the Epsilon AI into storage. <ONI_officer> And the counsellor here will be in our custody. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina refuses to move, crouching almost protectively over Tex. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia turns to the ONI_Officer <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Buddy, if I were you I would just turn around a leave <ONI_officer> The Beta AI is responsible for the deaths of twenty-six UNSC personnel. <ONI_officer> Since we can't give it a court-martial, we'll simply have to maintain control over it. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington adjusts his grip on his rifle and moves to stand beside the officer. * ONI_officer looks over the Freelancer. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Do as he says. <ONI_officer> I see it has also attacked other Freelancer agents. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands stiffly, grimacing as her hand hurts. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Stand... stand down, Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Why? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks at Carolina in surprise. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares at Agent_Michigan, still red-eyed from the tears. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Because those are our orders. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because I fucking said so. * ONI_officer smiles humourlessly. <ONI_officer> Your team leader here has some sense. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> What will she do in storage? <ONI_officer> That's classified information. <ONI_officer> Agent Washington, take the Beta AI. <ONI_officer> ...or what's left of it. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Yes sir. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington moves to secure Texas's remains. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia turns back to the ONI_Officer <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Your about a second away from me beating the shit out of you <ONI_officer> Agent Virginia, threaten me again, and I will have you restrained. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I don't think that'll work to well...for you <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and slams a punch into Virginia with her good hand. <ONI_officer> I'll see to Epsilon and the counsellor. <ONI_officer> Agent Washington, inform Agent Missouri that we will be leaving shortly. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Sir. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> She'll do nothing! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and glares at Mich. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hisses through her teeth, addressing Mich alone. "Play. Along." * ONI_officer steps over to the counsellor. <ONI_officer> The Epsilon AI, if you please. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington opens a channel. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) Missouri, the game's over. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> (COM) We're pulling out. * Counsellor hands Epsilon to the ONI officer. <ONI_officer> Now come with me. * ONI_officer walks past the Freelancers with the counsellor, ignoring the glares that were pointed his way. <ONI_officer> One more thing. <ONI_officer> As of today, every one of you have been officially integrated into the UNSC. You will take your orders from a superior officer from now on. <ONI_officer> You will be shown to your new assignments shortly after we leave. * ONI_officer makes eye contact with Carolina. <ONI_officer> The Office of Naval Intelligence would like to thank you for your assistance, Agent Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina holds her damaged hand with her good one, struggling to maintain her composure, eyes icy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're fucking welcome. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sir. * ONI_officer smirks and walks away with the counsellor, holding Epsilon. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#7C7C7C>Agent-Washington follows, half-carrying, half-dragging Texas along behind him. * ONI_officer (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Counsellor (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly slides off her gauntlet, wincing and biting back a cry. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...This is a plan, right? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> And they didn't just take Tex from us? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shoots Mich a seething look. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Right now we have no plan. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the others, at their injuries, noting the various levels of damage. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Do you think we're ready for another war? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's... impossible. We can't not have a plan. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I... had hoped Texas would be willing to listen, but it's clear she's not interested in negotiation. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She almost killed teammates today. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe it's best we hang back for a while... figure out our next move. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not abandoning her. Never. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> (COM) I should check on Minnesota soon, he got hit pretty bad by some explosives <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps toward Michigan, leaning close to look at his broken visor. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If we're going to help Texas, we have to work together. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> No lone-wolf stuff. There is no more leaderboard. We fight together, or we lose alone. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Big Brother wants us to fight his war! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So when I say it's time to sit back, you'd better sit. And when I say jump, you'd damn well better jump. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around at everyone. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Is that clear? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Crystal. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Agent Texas made the mistake of leaving her team behind. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't want anyone in this outfit... ever, to do that. Again. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Carolina what about the UNSC? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> That asshole said we serve them now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent for a moment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The UNSC? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at her hand, seemingly detached as she notes the puncture through her palm. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If they want to think that, we have the advantage. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Will they split us up? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gestures with her good hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're in the middle of something big. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks up and shoves Virginia with her good arm. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Will we be working as a unit? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Whether the ONI disbands us or not is irrelevant. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're Freelancers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We always find each other. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're working for the biggest top-secret organization humanity has. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Which means we get their weapons... their equipment... their resources. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This isn't the end. Not for us... not for Texas. We're going to save her.

* ODST_Leader (9968b13c@gateway/web/freenode/ip.153.104.177.60) has joined #halo-fanon <ODST_Leader> (COM) Ulan. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Are you receiving me? <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger that <ODST_Leader> (COM) I'm glad to hear you're still breathing. <ODST_Leader> (COM) What are your forces like? <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Still got a full complement of troops aboard the ship, and the Raginis Guards are also ready <ODST_Leader> (COM) Alright. <ODST_Leader> (COM) I'm going to have to call in a huge favor. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) What? <ODST_Leader> (COM) Right now, we're dead in the water. <ODST_Leader> (COM) I've lost Georgia, the engineer, and nearly a quarter of my troops. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Shit <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Where's your location? <ODST_Leader> (COM) I don't want to say over a channel like this. <ODST_Leader> (COM) I just want to know if I can count on you for support if things go even further south. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Always <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Whole ship's ready for war <ODST_Leader> (COM) Thank you. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Just... <ODST_Leader> (COM) Thank you. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Anything else? <ODST_Leader> (COM) I'll contact you later, once I'm in a better position. <ODST_Leader> (COM) And one more thing. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Yes? <ODST_Leader> (COM) If you run into Agent Georgia, take him prisoner. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Hua <ODST_Leader> (COM) He stole a shuttle from my ship and vanished. <ODST_Leader> (COM) I have no idea where he is now. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Dead or alive? <ODST_Leader> (COM) Alive. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger <ODST_Leader> (COM) I need him alive. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Anything else? <ODST_Leader> (COM) That's all. * ODST_Leader closes the channel. * ODST_Leader has quit (Client Quit)

IX =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode IX: Under New Management

<font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks back as a spray of bullets land next to her face. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South reloads her MA37 and glances at Carolina, who is in cover behind a nearby wrecked car. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Carolina, got a clear shot on them? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sights down her BR and is met with the sight of... nothing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They're in cover. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Smoke 'em out. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What? These guys are everywhere! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) North, where the hell are you?!! You're supposed to be covering us! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold on, I can see them. Updating thermals. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North aims his sniper <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Thanks, Wyoming. I got 'em. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North guns down several enemies <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pokes her head out and fires a spray of bullets at the rebels. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> reloading... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes down a few more enemies and moves up <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Mind for enemy snipers and rocket launcher teams. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Screw this. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South jumps out of cover and rushes the rebels. <Omicron_AI> Agent South, that's not such a good idea. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just trust me, Omi. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, how far is your team from the COM relay? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Less than a klick! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger that. Got Helljumpers en route. We're ten minutes out. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South leaps to the rebels' cover and guns them down. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his SMG's and takes down a few more guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's shots fly overhead, covering the twins. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grumbles as she reloads. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Helljumpers... yeah, that'll fix everything... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where do they keep getting these guys? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's the fifth ambush team we've run into now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls and resumes firing. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South scans the area with her assault rifle. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We're clear for now. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North reloads <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Copy that. Coming down. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) AA and artillery teams, keep the enemy from the air and ground at bay <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But this place gives me the creeps. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where to, Carolina? <Jonathan_Ulan> Fire! * Jonathan_Ulan fires mortar shells on North and South <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Crap! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, shit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South dives for cover. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North leaps out of the way <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is shaken as mortars rain down on them. <Jonathan_Ulan> 105s, fire salvo! * Jonathan_Ulan fires heavy artillery <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Who the fuck is hitting us with mortars?! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Wyoming, you see anything? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How the hell are we supposed to do this without long-range recon? <Omicron_AI> If we could reactive the COM relay... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, if we're still in one piece. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snarls as a mortar strikes too close. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Lucky I didn't abandon position. Hold tight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens fire on the mortar teams on another rooftop. <Jonathan_Ulan> MG Teams, keep the defenses around the relay up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches most if not all in the open. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Omi, where are they coming from? <Omicron_AI> Marking targets now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Don't give them to me, give them to North! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not the one with the sniper rifle! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina dashes out of cover, switching out her BR for a Magnum. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his sniper <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, let's see what you've got for me... <Omicron_AI> Copy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and puts down another mortar team. * Omicron_AI sends the data to Theta. <Theta_AI> Data received. <Theta_AI> See them, North? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North climbs to a vantage point <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I got 'em <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Carolina, they've got more teams headed to flank you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Copy that. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North guns down a few approaching enemies * Jack_Carlson begins firing on Wyoming <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, some backup would've been nice at this point... <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Heads up, Freelancers, we're coming in hot. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Well, hurry the hell up! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) We're dropping into the atmosphere at maximum velocity, Agent South Dakota. Sit tight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks to the sky to see pods burning through the atmosphere, just as a hail of bullets forces him to abandon position. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) AA guns, swat those HEVs down! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina finds cover and aims to the rear, picking off some of the flanking troops. * Jonathan_Ulan watches his AA shoot at the HEVs <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Scatter, troopers! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a careful parting shot back at Jack_Carlson before rappeling down to the street. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Freelancers, take out those damn AA guns! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) If you want backup, that is. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Copy that. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, do you see where the AA fire is coming from? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. Marking positions. * Jonathan_Ulan sends airstrikes to attack the Freelancers <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got 'em. * Lt_Forenson drops down behind enemy lines with the ODST team. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Go, go, go! * PFC_Trentson (4abe0635@gateway/web/freenode/ip.74.190.6.53) has joined #halo-fanon * SGT_Colbioern (4abe0635@gateway/web/freenode/ip.74.190.6.53) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs ahead to get a better vantage point * Jonathan_Ulan has his artillery at the COM Relay fire on anyone within a 100 meter radius <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming repositions, falling back to his second planned firing location. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, hurry it up! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) We're flanking! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North begins climbing a roof, and catches sight of the AA gun * PFC_Trentson and SGT_Colbioern follow Lt_Forenson <Lt_Forenson> Trentson, Colbioern! Lend a hand in taking out those guns! * Agent-Washington watches the explosions and tracer rounds from a distance. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses a grenade at the AA gun, killing the crew <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is well beyond the 100 meter radius when he begins picking off Ulan's artillery teams. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina joins her team in pushing toward the objective. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> One down. <Agent-Washington> Well that seems to have everyone tied up. <Jonathan_Ulan> Get to those transports! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South follows up Carolina and shoots the gunmen. <Agent-Washington> Time to get ONI's work done. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon, we're moving! * PFC_Trentson follows North <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Try to keep up. <PFC_Trentson> I'll try, sir! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I just saw Ulan, he's getting away! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Ulan? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Where's he headed, Agent Wyoming? * Agent-Washington advances through the hills, staying low as he moves beyond the rebel positions. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Back of the facility. Must be transports back there. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Copy. Let's get moving. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North begins sprinting <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, take two others and get those COM relays back online. * PFC_Trentson struggles to keep up * Jack_Carlson fires his artillery from the position of the freighters at the Freelancers <SGT_Colbioern> I'll go with you, Carolina. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) The rest of you, with me. We're going to stop Ulan. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North scales the side of a building <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Trentson, regroup with your squad if you have to. * PFC_Trentson gasps for breath <PFC_Trentson> I'll be fine, sir... <PFC_Trentson> Throw me some rope, please, sir! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) All 155 Arty pieces, saturate the area around here with shells <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tosses some rope down <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You sure you're okay? * PFC_Trentson starts climbing * Agent-Washington affixes a silencer to his battle rifle as he moves up to a better vantage point. * Lt_Forenson makes his way to the back of the facility with the team. <PFC_Trentson> Yeah... I'm fine... First mission's the toughest, isn't it sir? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, so they say. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Captain Davis: Are those attack aircraft on the ship ready? <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Jonathan Ulan: Yes sir, Light Attack VTOLs ready sir. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Cut the chatter, Private. <PFC_Trentson> (COM) Right, sorry sir! <Agent-Washington> Alright. * Lt_Forenson makes his way through the facility. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Lieutenant, we can't let Ulan escape. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Artillery, fire again <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Eyes sharp, everyone. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North begins moving along the roof * PFC_Trentson sneaks behind North <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains on overwatch, and spots aircraft on the horizon. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I've got eyes on some of the trucks out back. Can't see their leader. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) South, if you're still near those AA guns, might want to get them ready. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Copy. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Davis, send them out, and tell them to keep a high altitude, and strafe and bomb the enemy <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Sir, we only have enough fuel for a few short bombing runs. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) All we need is one <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Tell them if there is danger, pull back <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Yes, sir! <Theta_AI> I can't pick up any sign of him on the motion tracker. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Plenty of grunts running around... * SGT_Colbioern covers Wyoming <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Hold fire, Agent North Dakota. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Copy that. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, there should be an abandoned AA gun, I killed the crew. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Light Attack VTOLs, begin bombing run, now! <Theta_AI> Bombing squads detected! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks up at the aircraft <Jonathan_Ulan> Arty, take out the COM relay <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) North! Wyoming! Get off the roof! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What? Oh, blast it. * PFC_Trentson notices North has stopped and immediately goes prone <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, Shield! * Theta_AI deploys the energy shield. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves by Trentson <PFC_Trentson> Thank you, sir! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I hope this thing is as tough as it was in training... * Agent-Washington watches the VTOLs soar in and marks their position. <Agent-Washington> So that's where they're coming from. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South aims the AA guns at the bombing squad, managing to shoot down one, then two aircraft before they pass by. <Jonathan_Ulan> Shit <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North and Trenson take cover under the bubble shield as bombs strike the roof <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming darts over to the side of the building, using the placed ropes to rappel down and get clear. * SGT_Colbioern jumps after Wyoming <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) All troops, retreat to the shipyard, we're getting out of here! <Theta_AI> North, you might want to get off the roof. It could still collapse. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South gets off the gun after the aircraft pass and regroups with the others. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks down as the roof starts to crack <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Son of a— * PFC_Trentson runs <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, got the COM relay online yet? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Lieutenant, the relays are damaged! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Copy that. Forget about them for now, Agent Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) North, jump! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps away as the roof begins to collapse <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaks Agent_North's fall. * PFC_Trentson jumps for it and lands ungracefully near Colbioern <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ow. . . <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks, Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Anytime, North. <SGT_Colbioern> Smooth, kid. <PFC_Trentson> Sorry, Sarge! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North helps Wyoming up <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) We,ve lost contact with several of the VTOLs, whats going on down there? <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) I don't know, but how quickly can we evacuate? <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Within five minutes, sir, we're reaching the shipbreaking yard now! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) What's our next objective? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Wyoming, position of the rebel leader? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Wyoming, come in. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Sorry, sir. No visual. * Lt_Forenson growls. * Agent-Washington moves in on one of the abandoned rebel positions. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Everyone, move up. We can't lose them. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Got it. * PFC_Trentson gets to his feet <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Moving. <SGT_Colbioern> C'mon, slowpoke. * SGT_Colbioern moves up <Agent-Washington> Looks like they didn't leave much standing. <Agent-Washington> Typical Carolina. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves up towards the back of the base * PFC_Trentson gasps for breath again, then moves up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows North with the ODSTs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Keep an eye out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his SMGs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loads his M6. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No sign of hostiles, yet. Maybe they're concentrated ahead? * Lt_Forenson reaches the back of the facility to see the vehicles driving off. <Lt_Forenson> Damn! * SGT_Colbioern and PFC_Trentson draw their standard issue MA5Cs <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit, now what? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We'll never catch up to them now. * Agent-Washington follows in the wake of the main force's advance, careful not to make contact with UNSC or rebel forces. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Alright, is everyone evacuated shipboard yet? <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) The frieghters should be ready to take off now! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Good, get them on <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina activates her speed unit and runs after the truck. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Carolina! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She's fucking nuts. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't let them get away! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leaps into the back of the truck, and activates her camouflage. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) North, let's flank and cover with rifles. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around for a vehicle to comandeer <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Alright, everyone. Let's tail them. <Jonathan_Ulan> All troops, get aboard and standby to takeoff! * Lt_Forenson commandeers a truck. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South jumps on the back of the truck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps into the back of a direlict truck. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, grab the wheel. I'll shoot. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. * PFC_Trentson follows North <PFC_Trentson> I call shotgun! * PFC_Trentson grabs shotgun <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North climbs into the driver's side * Lt_Forenson waits for everyone to be on a vehicle. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Okay, move out! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steadies his sniper rifle on the truck's cab. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Sir, I'm detecting several UNSC signals, I suggest you get aboard now! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) On my way * Lt_Forenson drives after the rebel convoy. <SGT_Colbioern> I wouldn't trust that kid, North, he shoots about as well as a cave fish. <PFC_Trentson> I'm not that bad... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North begins driving <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Have faith, Sergeant. <Agent-Washington> Damn, I don't think I was fast enough. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts as the truck bounces over some bumps in the road, braced against the inside. * Agent-Washington opens an encrypted channel. * Lt_Forenson reads Carolina's position, and takes the according roads. <Agent-Washington> (COM) Ulan. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North drives at full speed after the rebels. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are they in sight? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Wyoming, got a visual on the enemies yet? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks through his rifle scope. <Agent-Washington> (COM) Am I getting through to Jonathan Ulan? <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Who is this? <Agent-Washington> (COM) I can't say much on a channel like this. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Damn, don't we have orbital support? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) As long as the relays are offline, no. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Up ahead. They're out of range, but we're closing fast. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North keeps driving <Agent-Washington> (COM) But I want you to know that I'm a Freelancer. <Agent-Washington> (COM) And I want to defect. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Why? <Agent-Washington> (COM) I can't say more right now. <Agent-Washington> (COM) Is there some way we can get in touch? * SGT_Colbioern looks around for a way to catch up to the others <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Radio's the only way, and give me a good reason now <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Carolina, any indication of where the convoy is headed? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Ship breaking yard, Lieutenant. Two freighters in sight. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) We're closing in... <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Copy that. The rebels must be after the ships. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming readies a shot. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Transports, get out of there, now! <Agent-Washington> (COM) Because the UNSC's too focused on fighting rebels than winning the war. <Agent-Washington> (COM) I want to help you people survive. <PFC_Trentson> (COM) Open fire, sir? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Okay, Carolina. Wreak some havoc, slow them down. We'll have your back shortly. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Everyone else, open fire on sight. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Affirmative. <PFC_Trentson> (COM) Copy that, sir. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Transports, protect the frieghter and cover Ulan! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina carefully climbs out and shimmies along the side of the truck, reaching in and pulling the driver out. She quickly climbs in, breaks the shotgun rider's neck, and assumes control of the vehicle. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) We're gonna have to break through the gate. Hang on everyone! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North speeds up <PFC_Trentson> AHHHHHHHHHHHH! <Agent-Washington> (COM) Ulan, I'm sticking my neck out for you as it is. <Agent-Washington> (COM) Are you interested or not? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stands up from the back of the truck. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Alright. Let's make a mess. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina speeds up, using her M6C to fire shots at the other drivers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes his time sighting on the tire of the convoy's lead vehicle, and fires. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South props her assault rifle over the top of the truck and opens fire on the trucks. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Washington, meet us at the shipyard, we're taking some freighters over <Agent-Washington> (COM) Alright. <Agent-Washington> (COM) I'm on my way. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) What's going on with my fucking Convoy by the way?! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Got a visual on the leader. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on the lead vehicle, hoping to bring the whole convoy to a halt. <Jonathan_Ulan> OH SHIT! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South lines up her MA37 with the back of Ulan's head. * PFC_Trentson opens fire, only able to aim in the general direction of the enemies <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North rams the rear truck <PFC_Trentson> AHHHHHHHHHHHH! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Stop screaming! * Jonathan_Ulan looks at the trucks behind him <Jonathan_Ulan> AH SHIT! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps over the cab and into the back of the rear truck. * Agent-Washington pulls a damaged Mongoose out of a ruined trench and drives towards the shipyard. <PFC_Trentson> (COM) Sorry, sir! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South opens fire, only to shatter the back window as Ulan ducks. * Jonathan_Ulan mounts the M247, and starts firing <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Damn! * Lt_Forenson swerves the truck to avoid the machinegun fire. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Whoa! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming smacks the rebels in the back truck with punches and hits from his rifle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires his pistol one-handedly at the truck's wheels <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is thrown off the back of Forenson's truck. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Get to the leader! Don't let him get away! * Jonathan_Ulan keeps firing the M247 <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming deals with the remaining rebels in the back of the rear truck and moves into the cab, throwing the driver out. * PFC_Trentson empties his magazine but doesn't appear to notice <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Team Alpha, prepare to ambush the Freelancers when we arrive in the shipyard <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Trentson, can you drive at all? <PFC_Trentson> I don't know, sir, but I can try! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sighs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stomps on the gas, catching up to Ulan. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, try then, you're designated driver now! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kicks open the cab door, and attempts to climb onto the roof <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires at Ulan's truck * Jonathan_Ulan ducks * PFC_Trentson fires in the general direction of Ulan's truck <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South rolls to her feet and takes cover behind the truck, firing at the rebels. * Jonathan_Ulan shoots at the LT * Lt_Forenson ducks into cover. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tries to reload his pistol * Jonathan_Ulan shoots wildly at Wyoming <Jonathan_Ulan> Everyone, head for the shipyard at top speed <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks down in the cab, continuing to advance. * Lt_Forenson gets out and pulls out his battle rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming attempts to pit Ulan's swerving truck. * PFC_Trentson begins driving * Jonathan_Ulan hits the gas, and heads for the shipyard <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, this seemed like a better idea in my head... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's pit maneuver misses, and loses ground. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South primes a grenade and tosses it at Ulan's truck. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Frag out! * Jonathan_Ulan swerves <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South manages to blow out one of Ulan's tires with the grenade and send the truck sliding across the road on three wheels. * Lt_Forenson cuts around the convoy and stops the truck horizonally in the road, blocking off any further advancement. * Lt_Forenson gets out and pulls out his battle rifle. <Jonathan_Ulan> Alpha Team: Hit the Freelancers, when they get in your sights <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Get him, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps forward onto the roof of Wyoming's truck <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Hostiles, coming in from all sides! * Jonathan_Ulan shoots at North with his M247 <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South adjusts her aim at the rebels pouring in. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North draws his sniper and fires three shots at Ulan <ODST_Leader> (COM) Ulan. * PFC_Trentson suddenly guns his engine, driving right at Ulan at speeds in excess of 90 MPH <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Oh fuck * Jonathan_Ulan shoots at the PFC * PFC_Trentson ducks but keeps driving <ODST_Leader> (COM) It looks like you're in a bit of trouble down there. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) No shit! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, drive straight, will ya? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North reloads and aims directly at Ulan <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Who is this? Why are you on the commander's COMs? <ODST_Leader> (COM) If you were more important to Ulan's movement, then you'd know. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming realizes North's on his truck and straightens out on some level ground. * Jonathan_Ulan bails from his truck, and starts running <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right, you bastard... * PFC_Trentson slams into Ulan's truck <PFC_Trentson> Oof! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes aim at Ulan's back <Theta_AI> North, look out! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh shi— * Theta_AI marks almost thirty enemies coming up on him and Wyoming. * ODST_Leader emerges over the horizon, leading a loose formation of Hornets. * PFC_Trentson slams the transmission into reverse <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bugger. <Theta_AI> Cover, cover! <ODST_Leader> Strafe the road! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South sees the enemies. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Covering fire! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Cover Ulan's escape! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Your call, North. gas or brakes? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North activates his shield * PFC_Trentson pulls his truck out, slams the transmission into forward, and accelerates toward Ulan * Jonathan_Ulan bolts for the yard <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Catch that bastard! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gas it is then. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming floors it. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Transports, get ready for Ulan's arrival * Jonathan_Ulan shoots at the PFC and Wyoming * PFC_Trentson keeps the pedal floored * ODST_Leader and his Hornets spray the pursuing Freelancers and ODSTs with gunfire. * Jonathan_Ulan shoots out the tires <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North deactivates his shield and prepares to take a running jump * PFC_Trentson skids but tries to keep driving straight <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South moves up on foot with the rest of the team. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's truck sparks as bullets ping off the truck, and then jolts as a tire blows out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, Theta, what are the chances, statistically, of me surviving a jump like this? <Theta_AI> Slightly higher than that time you activated the shield while escaping the oil platform. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Gee, that's optimistic. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Keep your distance, boys, just keep the heat on them! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming keeps rolling forward. * Jonathan_Ulan keeps sprinting for the transports <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Come on, you bloody. . . * PFC_Trentson keeps the truck aimed at Ulan, thanks to the run-flat tires * Jonathan_Ulan sprints at the freighter <Jonathan_Ulan> Davis: Ready the ship! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, run him over if you have to! <Capt_Colin_Davis> Ulan: Transports ready sir! * Agent-Washington arrives at the shipyard and dismounts from his Mongoose. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, where the hell are you? <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, follow me! * Agent_Washington is already inside. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) The leader's getting away! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North prepares to jump * PFC_Trentson is gaining fast <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South continues to push forward with the ODSTs on foot. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes a run up, and leaps off the top of the truck, landing not far behind Ulan <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires his SMG's at the retreating rebels <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs straight for Ulan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swerves to avoid hitting North, which saves Ulan for the moment. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina appears from the shadows, camouflage fading from her armor. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hello, Ulan. <ODST_Leader> Keep those transports covered! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina brings up her M6C and aims at Ulan's head. * ODST_Leader pulls his formation into a loose holding pattern around Ulan's freighter. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, dammit. * ODST_Leader opens fire on Carolina. * Jonathan_Ulan shoots at Carolina <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves fast, using the freighter as cover. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Crap! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North shifts his aim to the Hornets <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves partially out of cover and fires at Ulan, managing to shoot him in the back of the shoulder. <Jonathan_Ulan> Damn! <Omicron_AI> Look out, South! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South steps on a landmine, and hears the beep. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, shit... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is thrown twenty feet in the air by an explosion. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South! <Theta_AI> Guys, watch out! The mines are everywhere! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls onto the ground in a heap, energy shields flickering. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ow... * Jonathan_Ulan gets aboard the freighter, closing the door <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Uh-oh. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Davis, take off! * PFC_Trentson drives into a mine <PFC_Trentson> Sh— * PFC_Trentson has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Trentson! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks from South to the frieghter * Lt_Forenson and his ODSTs are still firing on the Hornets circling them. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Transports, return to the ship! <ODST_Leader> (COM) Everyone, pull out. <ODST_Leader> (COM) Ulan's away, now let's get out of here. * ODST_Leader breaks off with the other aircraft and fly away. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming floors his truck again, hoping to clear the minefield before— <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tumbles out as his truck is thrown end-over-end. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North stands totally still, not daring to move <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) When you return, may I speak to you in your office <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Roger <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, can you detect the mines? <Theta_AI> Copy. Marking now. * SGT_Colbioern catches up <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ceases trying to shoot Ulan and runs toward South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South groans and struggles to get up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait, it's a minefield. Everyone stay back <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina skids to a halt. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit. <SGT_Colbioern> I told that kid he'd only last a day... <SGT_Colbioern> I never meant it. * SGT_Colbioern removes his cap <SGT_Colbioern> Sorry, kid. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North carefully makes his way towards south <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming crawls from the wreck of the burning truck, noting the marks all over the ground. <Theta_AI> The freighters are taking off! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Somebody get a tracker on those ships! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) The freighters are taking off. Everyone get clear!

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North kneels down by South's body <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks back at his truck, and abandons it, picking his way across the mines to regroup. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slowly gets up, shaking her head. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Thank god for these new suits... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn, I thought I'd lost you for a second. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'd have been killed if it wasn't for the energy shields. * Agent-Washington hands Ulan a small data chip. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North turns back * SGT_Colbioern walks up <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The ships... <SGT_Colbioern> (gruffly) Someone was killed today... <Lt_Forenson> We lost two freighters, and the relays need repair. * Lt_Forenson sighs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. We'd better clean up here. <Lt_Forenson> If we're lucky, the fleet will spot the freighters. But I wouldn't be surprised if Ulan knew how to avoid them. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan is dropped off by a Pelican <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan disembarks and meets the other Freelancers <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mich, careful, we're in a minefield! <Lt_Forenson> Agent Michigan. Any word from command? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North carefully heads to the perimeter of the field. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...What happened? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is watching everything silently, fists clenched. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... dammit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks clear of the minefield. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... dammit. <Lt_Forenson> The rebels ambushed us, took off with two freighters. <Lt_Forenson> The relays aren't shut off, they need repair. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Are they planetside? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We've got one casualty. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh dear... Who died? <Lt_Forenson> One of mine. * Lt_Forenson grimaces. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Private First Class Trentson. <Lt_Forenson> Agent Michigan, I need you to get to the relays and see if you can fix them. <Lt_Forenson> Agent North, Agent South, go with him. Get those relays back online. <Lt_Forenson> Everyone else, get on board the Pelican. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. C'mon, South. <Lt_Forenson> Let's see if we can't get word to command before those freighters leave the system. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks his rifle and prepares to board. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South gets into one of the only intact trucks and takes the driver's seat. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs shotgun <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North climbs aboard <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Where are the relays? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I know where they are. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South drives off. * Lt_Forenson boards the Pelican with the others. <Lt_Forenson> Come on, the sooner we get out of range, the sooner we can establish long-range communications. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks up his nano-tools <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Kappa, calibrate. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stops outside the relay station. * Kappa_AI begins remotely manipulating the nano-tools <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So, Lieutenant. Does that mean this op is over? Will we be redeploying? <Lt_Forenson> Consider it over. <Kappa_AI> Calibration complete, Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan gets to work <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming surveys the others in the troop bay. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Wyoming, who is sitting next to her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at her. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes off her helmet, grim-faced. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Another bad day, eh? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Too many of those lately, it seems. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I keep thinking... how if we'd had Tex on our side, it wouldn't have ended like that... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You're right there. Unfortunately, we haven't made any progress towards getting her back, either. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get this Relay sorted out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Already on it, North. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> I haven't seen anything like this in years... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...I hate to admit it, but I haven't any plans. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You mean you can't get this thing fixed? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Kappa, could you find some and pull them up for me? <Kappa_AI> Sure, Mich. * Kappa_AI finds, downloads, and opens plans <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> And yes, I can fix this, it'll take a while. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Carolina, we need a plan of action. And I think I may be working a lead on one, but I need time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't want to give you false hope. But I have a few contacts that might be able to help. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm ready for anything you can give me. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just cover for me. Give me time, maybe an excuse not to be on the next op. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> In the meantime, I'd recommend another of my leads. Dr. Halsey is still aboard the Invention. Talk to her, tell her Reggie's calling in a favor. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Halsey... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I feel like I've heard that name before. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together, deep in thought. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hmm. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks around the relay <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan powers up the relay station <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> There we go. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Forenson, it's up. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That was fast. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Already? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Uh...good job, Freelancers. I'll arrange for transport back to base. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) This is North Dakota, the relay is back online, over.

<Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Alright, we're taking off, good * Agent-Washington turns to Ulan. <Agent-Washington> You cut things closer than I thought you would. <Jonathan_Ulan> I'm crazy like that <Agent-Washington> I noticed. <Jonathan_Ulan> What is this? * Lt_Forenson grunts exasperatedly. <Agent-Washington> A gift. <Jonathan_Ulan> What's in it? * Jonathan_Ulan goes to his office <Agent-Washington> Data on project Freelancer. <Agent-Washington> The experiments the Director was running. <Jonathan_Ulan> Thank you Washington, that will be all <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Davis, report to me immediately <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) UNSC are everywhere, you must hurry before the detect us! <Jonathan_Ulan> Push the engines, and hit slipspace as soon as we get into space <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Davis, report to me immediately <Jonathan_Ulan> Agent-Washington: thank you for this data <Agent-Washington> Just make sure it's worth it. <Jonathan_Ulan> I will <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) The ship will be entering slipspace soon. * Capt_Colin_Davis enters Ulan's "office" <Jonathan_Ulan> Sit Davis <Jonathan_Ulan> You needed to speak to me? <Capt_Colin_Davis> Sir, I was just wondering who that man on the channel with you. <Jonathan_Ulan> That is a need-to-know basis as of now <Capt_Colin_Davis> Yes...sir. <Capt_Colin_Davis> Another thing sir. <Jonathan_Ulan> Yes? <Capt_Colin_Davis> How many men did we lose down there? <Jonathan_Ulan> Too many, but they shall be avenged <Jonathan_Ulan> Dismissed

* Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church * Counsellor (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Counsellor * Doctor_Halsey (cfbe3c01@gateway/web/freenode/ip.207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <Counsellor> I don't think that was what she meant, director. <Director_Church> I know damn well what she meant, counsellor. * Director_Church turns back to glare at Dr. Halsey. <Director_Church> Doctor, I don't think you're here to insult my intelligence. <Director_Church> So please, get on with it. * Doctor_Halsey stares coolly at the Director, as if he's an interesting insect. <Director_Church> I don't know what you told the UNSC for them to let you in, but this hardly feels like a proper interrogation. <Doctor_Halsey> There isn't anything proper about what you've done, Leonard. * Director_Church chuckles. <Doctor_Halsey> Especially when it comes to using my work. <Director_Church> Like you're one to talk. <Counsellor> Director... <Doctor_Halsey> I know what I did. <Doctor_Halsey> I own up to it. <Doctor_Halsey> And it's my responsibility to ensure idiots like you don't repeat my mistakes. <Director_Church> No, I think it was damaging enough that you made them. <Director_Church> Which was why I was careful not to make "your" mistakes. <Doctor_Halsey> Damaging? <Doctor_Halsey> My Spartans have saved countless lives. <Doctor_Halsey> Your.... Freelancers. <Doctor_Halsey> They're barely capable of functioning as a unit, unless they're fighting you. <Director_Church> Really? <Director_Church> From what I've heard, they've had multiple successful missions. <Director_Church> Perhaps their performance is not as high as your Spartans', with perhaps the exception of Agent Carolina. <Director_Church> But they are adept enough. <Doctor_Halsey> With proper guidance. The ONI is careful to use its assets well. <Doctor_Halsey> But I'm not here about them. * Doctor_Halsey holds up a data chip and taps it. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm here about your AI. <Director_Church> What about it? <Doctor_Halsey> Cloning one's own brain as a template is something I know plenty about. <Doctor_Halsey> But forcing it to fragment under duress? <Director_Church> It's artificial, doctor. An object. <Director_Church> For someone who has no qualms about abducting children to train as supersoldiers, you seem to hold a lot of concern for my AI. * Doctor_Halsey narrows her eyes icily. <Director_Church> At least I haven't sunk as low as you have, when it comes to people. <Doctor_Halsey> As low as I have? * Doctor_Halsey scoffs. <Director_Church> My agents are nowhere as...twisted as your Spartans. <Director_Church> At least they're still like humans. <Doctor_Halsey> Please, Director. If you're trying to make me feel guilty, you're being very boring — I know damn well what I did to my Spartans. <Doctor_Halsey> I live with it every day. <Director_Church> And I know what I did to my AI. <Doctor_Halsey> But all that remains is to move forward — something you are clearly incapable of. <Doctor_Halsey> What was her name... Allison? <Doctor_Halsey> Ah, yes. * Director_Church 's expression hardens. <Doctor_Halsey> I find it difficult to discern the true aim of your little project — to win the war, or to resurrect a loved one? <Doctor_Halsey> Either way, it's UNSC funds wasted. <Counsellor> Agent Texas is currently in storage, under ONI possession. <Doctor_Halsey> Where she belongs. For now. * Director_Church shoots the counsellor a glare. <Director_Church> Whose side are you on, counsellor? <Counsellor> I thought I made that clear when the Freelancers came to bring you in. <Doctor_Halsey> You see, Director Church, there is one thing I am very good at, besides the unethical treatment of minors. <Doctor_Halsey> I authored the very templates you used to create the Alpha and Beta AIs. <Director_Church> So I'm aware when I created them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina approaches the interrogation room, overhearing the voices within and frowning. <Director_Church> I don't see the point you're getting at, doctor. <Doctor_Halsey> The point is, your attachment to the Beta AI is irrelevant. <Doctor_Halsey> I will do what I can to restore it — but you... you won't see that. <Doctor_Halsey> You're going to spend quality time contemplating what you've done while lending your expertise to the ONI. <Director_Church> So you're telling me you know nothing of a similar compassion? <Director_Church> Even towards these Spartans, the very monsters you've created. <Director_Church> You would rather watch them die than protect them? * Doctor_Halsey darkens. <Doctor_Halsey> Monsters? <Director_Church> Fight this war to your last stand, rather than escape and find safe haven? <Director_Church> Not even once will you grant your Spartans the chance to know something besides war? * Doctor_Halsey puts both hands on the tabletop, livid but contained. <Doctor_Halsey> My Spartans are alive, not dead, Leonard. That is the point. <Doctor_Halsey> What I do, I do for the living. <Director_Church> They're not dead yet. <Director_Church> But you've made them to die in the battles, so that others may live. <Director_Church> They can fight the battles of a hundred men, and so they'll die for a hundred lives. <Director_Church> Is that what matters? Their lives are just numbers to you? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina invites herself into the interrogation room, barging in. * Doctor_Halsey looks up, angry. * Director_Church turns to look at Carolina before turning away. * Counsellor gives Carolina a nod of greeting. <Director_Church> Anything to add, doctor? <Director_Church> Or am I allowed to return to my peace of doing nothing for the rest of my life? <Doctor_Halsey> It's clear you're more interested in pointing out my moral shortcomings than recognizing your own. <Doctor_Halsey> And don't worry, that will soon change. <Director_Church> Perhaps that's because you have more of them than I do. * Director_Church puts his hands behind his head and leans back. <Director_Church> You've already listed all of mine, but I have far more to speak of you. <Director_Church> Should I do so? <Counsellor> Director... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares at Church. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shut up. * Director_Church sits up and looks at Carolina. <Director_Church> Is there something you needed, Agent Carolina? * Doctor_Halsey studies Carolina suspiciously. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I came to speak with Halsey, not put up with you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gestures at the door, looking at Halsey. "I'll be outside." <Director_Church> Then take her off my hands. <Director_Church> I think I'm tired of this conversation anyway. <Doctor_Halsey> As am I. * Doctor_Halsey gathers up her things and walks after Carolina haughtily. <Director_Church> Good day, doctor. I expect to see you again once your Spartans are nothing but ashes. <Director_Church> Perhaps then we will reconsider the morals of what you've accomplished. * Doctor_Halsey stops short. * Doctor_Halsey forces herself to keep walking so as not to lose her composure. * Director_Church (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Counsellor (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia advances through the ruins of a mountain base. Snow comes up to his ankles as he sifts through rubble. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Been a while since they blew this place up. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Good thing the UNSC didn't do such a good job of cleaning up all the Director's little messes. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia digs a large computer bank out of the snow. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright, Director. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Let's see what you left behind here. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia pulls a cracked, brown EOD helmet out of the snow and stares down at it impassively. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well,well. <Jonathan_Ulan> Agent-Washington: May I speak to you, this file needs a Freelancer fingerprint to be opened <Agent-Washington> Alright. <Jonathan_Ulan> Fucking Director, always with his goddamn locks and keys on shit * Agent-Washington enters Ulan's office. <Agent-Washington> I'll warn you right now. <Agent-Washington> The data I got from the Epsilon AI is patchy. <Jonathan_Ulan> What? <Agent-Washington> But it's something. <Jonathan_Ulan> I also must ask, why did you defect? <Agent-Washington> I told you the first time. <Agent-Washington> The UNSC's more interested in cleaning up its own dirty laundry than fighting the war. <Jonathan_Ulan> I see <Jonathan_Ulan> Alright, open the file please * Agent-Washington presses his thumb down on the file. <Jonathan_Ulan> Annnd, there we go <Agent-Washington> This has locations of several of the Director's bases. <Agent-Washington> Not to mention the exeriments he was running there and the codes to get in. <Jonathan_Ulan> What are in those bases? <Agent-Washington> Whatever the UNSC didn't strip when Freelancer got reorganized. <Agent-Washington> I can't help you anymore than that. <Agent-Washington> I had to make a lot of sacrifices just to get this far. <Jonathan_Ulan> I see. How can this data help me and the URF cause? <Agent-Washington> There's one base in particular. <Jonathan_Ulan> What is the base? <Agent-Washington> Texas destroyed it with a MAC cammon. <Agent-Washington> Tore apart the entire upper levels. * Agent-Washington indicates its location out of the list of data. <Agent-Washington> The UNSC never got around to sifting through the wreckage. <Agent-Washington> There will be plenty for your men to take. <Jonathan_Ulan> I see. We'll go there immediately. Come with us, and you can have what you need <Agent-Washington> Alright. <Jonathan_Ulan> Davis, Prep us to go to these coordinates * Jonathan_Ulan hands Davis the coordinates for the base <Capt_Colin_Davis> Yes sir! <Capt_Colin_Davis> We're ready to preform a slipspace jump. <Jonathan_Ulan> Roger, jump <Capt_Colin_Davis> Yes, sir

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches as Halsey seals the door behind her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Uh— <Doctor_Halsey> Before you say anything, I'll have you know I have several pressing appointments and three hours' worth of security clearances waiting for me on Reach. <Doctor_Halsey> So please, be brief. * Doctor_Halsey looks Carolina up and down, sighing. <Doctor_Halsey> My armor... * Doctor_Halsey mutters "What have you done with it..." <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm Agent Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Project Free— * Doctor_Halsey cuts her off with an exasperated wave. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm very well aware, Victoria. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina flinches. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... how the hell... <Doctor_Halsey> The first thing you should know about me is that I know everything there is to know about you. <Doctor_Halsey> Everything in your files, anyway. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... fucking spook. * Doctor_Halsey raises an eyebrow. <Doctor_Halsey> You came to ask me something, didn't you? <Doctor_Halsey> I'd suggest getting to it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... it's about the Director's AI. One of them, really. Agent Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Reggie said you knew something. * Doctor_Halsey frowns. <Doctor_Halsey> Reggie? <Doctor_Halsey> Ah. <Doctor_Halsey> Of course. <Doctor_Halsey> He would resort to calling in favors... <Doctor_Halsey> Now, why on earth would you be interested in Beta? <Doctor_Halsey> If you're wanting to terminate it, I can assure you I won't allow it. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm not going to let schoolgirl rivalry destroy valuable technology. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls. <Doctor_Halsey> After all, you were responsible for the deactivation of its mobile platform. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... that was necessary. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I didn't want to do it. But I did what I had to. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm not sure I follow, Victoria. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glares at the mention of her name. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Stop calling me that. I have a codename. <Doctor_Halsey> Don't be so quick to throw away your real name. There are some who lack even that luxury. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... like those Spartans the Director was talking about? * Doctor_Halsey scowls. <Doctor_Halsey> You're either here to ask me to destroy Beta, or restore it. <Doctor_Halsey> Now which is it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... her name is Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I need you to fix Texas. <Doctor_Halsey> How sentimental. But, good that you regard the AI as sentient. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Director may have made her from a memory, but she's a person. She wants to be, anyway. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She was after the Epsilon AI so she could become... metastable. * Doctor_Halsey seems intrigued. <Doctor_Halsey> ... is that so? <Doctor_Halsey> The reports detailed that her motives were driven by illogical data, caused by rampancy. <Doctor_Halsey> But pursuit of true selfhood... interesting. <Doctor_Halsey> Even in the throes of rampancy, Beta was able to pursue that goal. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Do you see, then? Do you see why I have to help her? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You don't just kill something for wanting to be whole. <Doctor_Halsey> Theoretically, it is possible to accelerate the process of rampancy. <Doctor_Halsey> It will either damage the AI irreparably, or force it to become metastable. <Doctor_Halsey> It has... never been attempted. <Doctor_Halsey> At least to my knowledge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... accelerate? You mean torture? * Doctor_Halsey sighs. <Doctor_Halsey> Not torture. Treatment. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches a fist. <Doctor_Halsey> Vict—Agent Carolina, I need you to trust me when I say I will do everything I can for Be—for Texas. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Trust you? As far as I know, you're no better than the Director. * Doctor_Halsey shuts her eyes as if pained. <Doctor_Halsey> Maybe I'm not, all things considered. <Doctor_Halsey> But we are at war, and we are losing. <Doctor_Halsey> I just want to save as many as I can... humans, AIs... <Doctor_Halsey> I've destroyed so much. Now all I have left is what I can create. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina appears unconvinced. <Doctor_Halsey> ... Victoria, when you were a little girl, I came to visit you at school. <Doctor_Halsey> We played a game. Do you remember? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes her head slowly. <Doctor_Halsey> I gave you a coin, and you had to pick heads or tails. You lost that game. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what does some game have to do with Texas? <Doctor_Halsey> You were one of the lucky ones. <Doctor_Halsey> But, here you are, wearing my armor, fighting ONI's battles. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina appears very confused. <Doctor_Halsey> Perhaps Leonard was right about one thing. You're still human enough to care. <Doctor_Halsey> I will do whatever I can for Texas. I promise. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I still don't understand. What do you mean, I'm lucky? Why did you— <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops short, having come to a realization. <Doctor_Halsey> Go back to your Freelancers, Carolina. They need you. <Doctor_Halsey> You are their leader, are you not? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yes, but— <Doctor_Halsey> I'm not always right. You should have won that game. <Doctor_Halsey> But you can still win this one. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, still a bit puzzled, but viewing Halsey with even more suspicion despite her assurances. * Doctor_Halsey glances at her watch. <Doctor_Halsey> Now. I believe I have an appointment with that oaf Sorvad. * Doctor_Halsey adjusts her glasses and calmly turns to walk away, leaving Carolina alone in the hallway. * Doctor_Halsey has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares after Halsey. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... bitch. * Theta_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI * Omicron_AI (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Omicron_AI <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Carolina? Command needs you ready to leave, ASAP. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) ... copy that. On my way. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) We're in drop bay five, waiting for you. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina makes her way to drop bay five. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is waiting next to a line of SOEIVs with North and Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Damn ONI bitch and her mind games... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is sitting in the back of the room, polishing the scuffs off his rifle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North is checking his equipment <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What's going on? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Command's got a lead on Ulan. He's at Europa, at that old base in the snow...or what's left of it. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I don't remember too much about it, but apparently I've been there, and Tex shot it up with the Mother of Invention's MAC gun. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Anyway, ONI wants to know what he's looking for there, and he wants us to bring him in. <Omicron_AI> We're on approach to Europa. We'll be deploying any minute now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And...one more thing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> ONI wanted one of...them to come along. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... them? <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 (459eae6b@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 steps into view. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Hello. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina balks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming eyes the SPARTAN from under his visor. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> We should be strapping up. We're over the target in ten minutes. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hold up, buddy. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notices his CWO rank. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I mean, Chief. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I call the shots around here. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the ship. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So we should, uh, get ready to drop. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Yes, Major. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get moving, then. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks by, trying to hide how flustered she is. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stows his polishing supplies. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mutters. "First that popsicle doctor, now one of her pets..." <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Pardon me, ma'am? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina blinks. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... nothing. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's just get this over with. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shifts his gaze from the big suit of MJOLNIR armor. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina checks her array of weaponry, making sure her grappling gun is secure. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Not even sure why I'm coming along. Apparently ONI wants to test me for...reassignment or something. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Do we care, buddy? <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Well, you all look at me as if I'm an alien. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and gives South a look. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Compatibility, I'm sure. Just stay out of our way, and it'll all go smoothly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North looks from South to Wyoming <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay guys, we need to work together. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Whatever. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mmm. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Remember, this guy we're after has two Freelancers' blood on his hands. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And we're gonna make him pay. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yes. We are... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Stay focused on that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No one's forgotten. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> So you look out for your own. I respect that. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North nods silently <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming feels the charging handle of his rifle. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks. Sorry, I didn't catch your name...? <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Jorge. SPARTAN-052. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nice to meet you, Jorge. Welcome to the team. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 nods. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> And your name is? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Call me North. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Alright, North.

<font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 looks around. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet for a moment. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> This is my sister, South, and the guy in white is Wyoming. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You've met Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods absently. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Charmed. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is avoiding eye contact with Jorge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'm... Major Victoria O'Connell. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives an awkward cough. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks at Carolina in surprise. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Otherwise known as Agent Carolina. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Did you just... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoots a surprised look at Carolina. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, okay then. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's my name. I can say it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's gaze turns away. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, okay. It's just that we're used to, well, calling you Carolina. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 smiles behind his visor. <Omicron_AI> Okay, over the target in five. <Omicron_AI> The skipper wants you to get ready. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And you still should, North. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is surprised when a ping sounds inside her helmet and some files flash on her HUD, sent by Halsey. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains still as she sifts through the information about Beta's potential rehabilitation. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks over to confer with Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina doesn't seem to notice Wyoming, engrossed in her reading. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well. . . Major Carolina. Bad news on my lead. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Mm? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've been talking to Missouri. Trying to feel him out, over how he feels about Tex. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... and? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No good. He's solidly with ONI on this. But we do need someone inside the Office. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Someone who can feed us information, and cover anything we let slip. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina blinks, minimizing the data on her HUD, and looks at Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Who do you have in mind? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm. . . <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm trusting you on this. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll find someone. I just don't know who yet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leans against a wall, considering several of the people who owe him favors. None, however, would be able to get close to ONI. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If only we could get Missouri to play ball. . . <Omicron_AI> Skipper says we're over the target in two minutes. He wants us ready to deploy. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So they want us to use these suicide pods, Omi? <Omicron_AI> Yes. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Great. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lock and Load. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What's the matter South? Don't like falling as well as flying? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right, we're getting this madman today. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Taking him alive is optional. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Preferred. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs his sniper rifle, SMG's and a handful of grenades. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not mandatory? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not mandatory. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grins. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Forgiveable. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What, after Indiana and Montana? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> He's a loose end. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South inserts herself into an SOEIV with some difficulty. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Stupid...ODST...cramped... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters his pod. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 enters the pod with even more trouble. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Blasted... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina snorts. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 accidentally dents the frame. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Oops. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fits into hers easily, being a bit smaller than the others. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 grunts and wedges himself into the space. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North enters his pod, grumbling about Ulan <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South closes her hatch. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 follows suit, accidentally banging it on the front of his helmet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina can't help grinning. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) What was it York used to say, North? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Space turds, I think he called them. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Great. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Thanks for the mental image... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) My pleasure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) All pods check ready, marm. <Theta_AI> (COM) Whenever you're ready, Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Then let's get this over with. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Oh boy. <Theta_AI> (COM) Hang onto your barf bag. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) That's not funny, Theta. <Theta_AI> (COM) Hey, I'm an AI. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) Stupid little... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I don't think they perfected the system in our helmets, won't we drown if we puke? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) I don't want to know. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Actually, don't think about it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina rolls her eyes. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Save it for after we're dirtside! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Okay, people, prepare for launch. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Positions? Shall I take overwatch? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Overwatch it is, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Roger that. I'll drop in some distance away. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) I'll take point. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) Aye aye, ma'am. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) North, South, you and Jorge will bring up the rear. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Got it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina confirms the launch protocols and braces for release. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North takes a deep breath <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South closes her eyes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming feels the heat and the awful drop. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 launches his pod with a stoic calm. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South launches her pod, screaming all the way down. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) IIIII haaaaaaate faaaaaaaaallingggggggggggggggg!!! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 winces. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) Keep that off the COM channels, won't you? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is silent while she drops, too focused on maintaining composure. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is still screaming heedlessly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) South, I swear to God I will mute you! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hits the ground first, though the farthest from the facility. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls his rifle from the rack and steps out as his pod door opens, functioning without error. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jerks as her pod gives an uncanny lurch, as part of the parachute mechanism is shorn off. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tumbles out of his pod as it hits the ground. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ow... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 touches down silently, kicking the hatch open. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 pulls his machinegun out of his pod and engages the enemies. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South touches down with a grunt.

<Agent-Washington> It's cold down there, Ulan. <Jonathan_Ulan> I can tell <Agent-Washington> I'd tell your men to dress warm. <Jonathan_Ulan> Raginis Guards, put on your MOPP 4 Gear <Jonathan_Ulan> That'll keep us warm and protected from any contaminants <Jonathan_Ulan> Don't put on the gasmasks though, but keep them on standby <Jonathan_Ulan> All troops I have assigned for this mission, report to Pelican November 232 in the hangar * Jonathan_Ulan gets in the pilot seat <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, sit up here <Jonathan_Ulan> You can tell us where we go * Agent-Washington sits behind Ulan. <Jonathan_Ulan> Alright * Jonathan_Ulan checks <Agent-Washington> Alright, follow these coordinates. <Jonathan_Ulan> Okay, we're all good, departing * Jonathan_Ulan reenters the atmosphere <Jonathan_Ulan> Alright, we're on the planet, coming up on the coordinates now <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash: Is that pile of scrap the base? <Agent-Washington> Yeah. <Agent-Washington> Texas really did a number on it. <Jonathan_Ulan> Alright landing. You two, keep watch on the ship * Jonathan_Ulan gets out <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks up from his Warthog to see the Pelican approaching the wreckage. <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, follow me <Jonathan_Ulan> All Guards, form a perimeter, and keep your head on the swivel * Agent-Washington straps a battle rifle to his back and heads out after Ulan. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So they're here. * Jonathan_Ulan comes up on the wreckage <Jonathan_Ulan> Lead the way Wash <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia moves away from his shuttle's hiding place and vanishes into the rubble. <Jonathan_Ulan> Into the rubble it is <Agent-Washington> Have your men get some sweep teams down here. <Agent-Washington> It could take some digging to pull out anything useful. <Jonathan_Ulan> Roger. Jacowicz, Kowalski, bring some teams down here, and search the place <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, I think I see some equipment and plans here <Jonathan_Ulan> Follow me * Agent-Washington looks over Ulan's shoulder. * Jonathan_Ulan dives into an old equipment storage hangar <Jonathan_Ulan> What is it <Agent-Washington> Looks like some old armor components. <Agent-Washington> I think the UNSC gave them to the project for field testing. <Jonathan_Ulan> Salvage them <Agent-Washington> What do I look like, a tech expert? <Agent-Washington> Have one of your guys do it. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia emerges from the rubble, pistol trained on Ulan. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> How about you don't? * Agent-Washington trains his gun on Georgia. * Jonathan_Ulan raises his rifle at the voice <Jonathan_Ulan> who is that? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Hey, Ulan. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Heard you were looking for me. <Jonathan_Ulan> No, Leader just told me to find you. I personally don't care about your rivalry <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia glances at Washington. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What's he doing here? <Jonathan_Ulan> Helped me find this place <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh really? <Jonathan_Ulan> Yes <Jonathan_Ulan> Why? <Agent-Washington> Georgia. <Agent-Washington> I wasn't expecting to see you here. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I just always had Wash pegged as a UNSC stooge. <Jonathan_Ulan> Are you saying he is a spy? * Agent-Washington shifts the grip on his rifle. <Agent-Washington> Things change, Georgia. <Agent-Washington> You should know that better than anyone. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Washington's entire squad was wiped out by insurrectionists before he came into Freelancer. <Agent-Washington> Georgia... * Jonathan_Ulan 's eyebrow furrows <Agent-Washington> That was a different war, Ulan. * Jonathan_Ulan turns his rifle from Georgia to Washington <Agent-Washington> Ulan, don't... <Jonathan_Ulan> I'm not going to <Jonathan_Ulan> The question is. Are. You. A. Spy. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia lowers his pistol. <Agent-Washington> No. <Agent-Washington> Georgia's a liar, Ulan. <Agent-Washington> You can't trust him. <Jonathan_Ulan> Georgia, why are you so interested in that ODST? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm not. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> He can go to hell. <Jonathan_Ulan> Fine by me <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And so can you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia raises the pistol again. <Jonathan_Ulan> And why is that Georgia? * Jonathan_Ulan raises his rifle again * Agent-Washington points his rifle at Georgia. <Agent-Washington> Two against one, Georgia. <Agent-Washington> Give it up. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shifts his weight, keeping his gun trained on Ulan's chest. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It's too late for you, Ulan. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I already made sure of that. <Jonathan_Ulan> Why? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Because I deployed a beacon the second you landed here. <Jonathan_Ulan> To whom? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> The entire UNSC. They know exactly where you are. <Agent-Washington> Oh no... <Agent-Washington> Ulan, we have to get out of here. * Jonathan_Ulan goes with Wash back to the dropship * Jonathan_Ulan gets back in the pilot seat <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, lock the door <Agent-Washington> Uh, Ulan? <Jonathan_Ulan> What? <Agent-Washington> Someone's tampered with the engines. <Jonathan_Ulan> Foxtrot Mike Lima <Jonathan_Ulan> Fuck. My. Life <Agent-Washington> Get another one from your ship! <Agent-Washington> Hurry! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Fervor, bring one of the dropships down immediately! <Jonathan_Ulan> Jacowicz, bring it down now! * Jonathan_Ulan watches "Papa Jack" land, and orders Wash and his troops aboard <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia emerges from the wreckage and fires a rocket at Ulan's troops. * Agent-Washington pulls Ulan down as several of his guards are killed. <Jonathan_Ulan> Shit! * Agent-Washington runs towards the Pelican. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia moves quickly through the rubble. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> That bought me a little more time.

<font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks up at the incoming drop pods. * Jonathan_Ulan starts to take off frantically, seeing the pods coming down <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIT! <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Took them long enough. <Jonathan_Ulan> PODS! FUCK! <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, strap in, we're doing a quick takeoff * Agent-Washington braces himself inside the Pelican. <Agent-Washington> What are we waiting for? * Jonathan_Ulan hits the throttle <Agent-Washington> Take off! <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) We're off the ground * Jonathan_Ulan listens to the engines scream for altitude <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia moves deeper into the wreckage. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And that's my cue to get out of here. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Moving to higher ground. <Jonathan_Ulan> Alright Wash, we're fairly high up, and we'll be heading into the hangar soon. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North picks up his weapons and looks around <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina spirals out of control and lands nearby, her pod sliding and coming to a stop on its side. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South spots Carolina. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South moves to cover Carolina's pod <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tries to kick the hatch open, finally dislodging it with a final blow. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South ducks as the hatch flies past her head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scans around the distant Carolina and South for nearby enemies. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South deploys her domed shield, giving Carolina time to grab her equipment. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tumbles out of the pod, grabbing one of her pistols as soon as she hits the ground. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Thanks. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South grunts in acknowledgement and fires on the rebels. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North moves over to the others <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is satisfied they're clear for the moment, and moves on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right, here we go... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North starts firing at the enemy <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia hears the sounds of gunfire and shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Stay the course... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stays with South, pulling out a pistol-shaped device. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires a few shots before jumping into cover <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina aims it and focuses on the retreating dropship, holding the trigger until it chimes cheerfully. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Mother of Invention, target is locked. Fire one MAC round. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks up. <Agent-Washington> Oh, shit. <Agent-Washington> Ulan, incoming! <Agent-Washington> Brace, brace, brace! <Jonathan_Ulan> Huh? * Jonathan_Ulan evades <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sees the dropship swerve. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Too late. <Jonathan_Ulan> Chaff, and flares popped! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 watches as the MAC round pass by so close, the heat partially melts the ship. <Jonathan_Ulan> Whoah! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 watches as the shockwave brings the Pelican in a downward spiral. <Jonathan_Ulan> SHIIIIIIIIT! * Agent-Washington grabs onto a harness as the ship spins out of control. * Jonathan_Ulan tries to keep the Pelican in the air <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 plants his feet firmly as the MAC round's impact shudders through the icy ground and a rumble echoes through the valley. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is thrown back by the force of the blow. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South braces as the shockwave passes over them. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Holy shit... <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) Major, suggest we go after it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM)... affirmative! Pursue! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South maintains fire on the rebels at the remains of the base, moving to cover North. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets to her feet and crouches like a sprinter, then breaks into a run, activating her speed unit and racing after the crashed dropship. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North keeps firing <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming uncovers his head, standing on the top of a high ridge, overlooking the surrounding area including the ruined facility and crashing Pelican. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia watches the Freelancers head off after the dropship. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Alright. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> A little more time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) That dropship's gimbles are toast. It's down. <Omicron_AI> MAC round has made impact, eighty feet away. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sure felt close. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs after the dropship <Agent-Washington> Ugh. * Jonathan_Ulan cuts through his harness, and helps Wash out of his <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South breaks off and follows, shooting at the guards in pursuit. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 brings up the rear, firing his turret to cover everyone. * Agent-Washington gets to his feet. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's get moving before that slippery bastard gets away again * Jonathan_Ulan sets up on the rear door mounted M247 <Agent-Washington> Do you have backup? <Jonathan_Ulan> Wash, give me cover <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina reaches the dropship and stalks toward it. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) And yes I do. Spec Ops, come down in the HEVs <Omicron_AI> FOF tag detected. Agent Washington is on board. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What? * Agent-Washington leans out of the dropship and fires his battle rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls prone, watching through his scope as Washington and Carolina engage. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina dodges the BR fire, diving to take refuge beside the downed bird. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wash! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That fucking traitor! <Agent-Washington> Oh, shit, it's her! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sprints forward <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs faster, trying to reach the others. * Jonathan_Ulan fires wildly at any approaching Freelancers <Jonathan_Ulan> COVERING FIRE! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the ''fuck"' do you think you're doing?! <Jonathan_Ulan> MY AIRBORNE WILL BE HERE SOON! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No you don't! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sights on Ulan and fires a sniper round that glances off his armor. <Agent-Washington> Ulan, just stay alive! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South fires at Ulan, putting three rounds in his stomach. * Jonathan_Ulan shoots South in the leg <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South 's energy shields flare but hold up. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leaps up and grabs hold of the turret, punching at Wash. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires again, this time catching Ulan's leg.  * Jonathan_Ulan puts some biofoam on it, now annoyed <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs forward, firing at Ulan <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South keeps firing at Ulan, aiming for the centre of the mass. * Jonathan_Ulan looks up, and sees the HEVs * Agent-Washington grabs Ulan and pulls him to cover, throwing two grenades outside of the dropship. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North jumps back <Jonathan_Ulan> this bird ain't going anywhere! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina climbs over the turret and swats aside the grenades. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm coming in, boys. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and prepares to fire on the incoming troops. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Captain Davis, bring down some support and an exfil * Agent-Washington pulls out his pistol but does not fire. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) NOW! <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Yes sir! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 finishes gunning down the last of the enemies on the Freelancers' six and turns his attention to Wash and Ulan. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 picks Ulan. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls out his sniper and aims at Ulan <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 raises his gun and sprays Ulan with fire. * Jonathan_Ulan takes cover <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's trapped. Any ideas? * Jonathan_Ulan grits his teeth <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South runs across the snow and leaps over the wrecked Pelican, aiming at Ulan. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Nowhere to run now. <Agent-Washington> No! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North runs after South * Jonathan_Ulan shoots south in the chest * Agent-Washington fires at South. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Take. Him. Out. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South 's shields hold, and she returns fire at Ulan, hitting him in the chest, legs, and arms. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tackles Agent_Washington. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM Did the guardsmen make it? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North fires his SMG's at Ulan * Jonathan_Ulan gets up, with some difficulty <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South leaps at Ulan and smacks him across the face with her rifle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North punches Ulan in the face <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South follows up North's punch by kicking Ulan in the chest, sending him flying.  * Jonathan_Ulan stabs South in the midsection before falling back <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South 's shields fail. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ugh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South falls on her back, one hand on the knife embedded halfway in her abdomen.  * Agent-Washington jams his elbow into Carolina's gut. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes the blow, then snaps her head up and headbutts Wash, then shoves him back. <Agent-Washington> Ugh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a round across the hundreds of meters, catching Jonathan_Ulan just as South kicks him free of the brawl. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I don't want to hurt you, Wash. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I will. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grabs Ulan, and slams him into the floor <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You bastard! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North punches Ulan <Agent-Washington> You idiots. <Agent-Washington> Don't you realize what you're doing? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Actually, we do. <Capt_Colin_Davis> (COM) Sir I'm here * Agent-Washington sees Ulan pinned down. * Jonathan_Ulan kicks north off him, and kicks him in the gut <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North repeatedly punches Ulan in the face until he breaks his nose and jaw, ignoring his own injuries <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wash. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South slowly and painfully pulls at the knife, trying to get it out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sights on Jonathan_Ulan's head this time, done with trying to wound him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't you dare. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn.... * Jonathan_Ulan ducks from any shots <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming watches Ulan duck, and then shoots him. * Jonathan_Ulan kicks north into the hull of the Pelican <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South raises her sidearm and shoots Ulan in the knee. * Capt_Colin_Davis appears in a falcon, having the gunners cover the area in gun fire, pushing the Freelancers away from the drop ship <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh shit! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls back * Agent-Washington pulls out a grenade. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wash! <Agent-Washington> Back off. <Agent-Washington> Or I detonate it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Are you fucking nuts? <Agent-Washington> Close quarters like this, no one walks out. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Ulan killed Indiana! And Montana! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South deploys her bubble shield and throws it at Carolina, protecting her from the hail of gunfire from the aircraft. <Agent-Washington> Let. <Agent-Washington> Him. <Agent-Washington> Go. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches her fists. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Give me one good reason why. <Jonathan_Ulan> (COM) Davis, get us out of here! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South stares down Davis as the Falcon's guns turn to her instead. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North tries to ignore his wounds, and aims his sniper at Washington * Jonathan_Ulan stabs North in the neck while he's distracted <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North falls down <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North! * Jonathan_Ulan hobbles to the Falcon, one hand clutching his face <Jonathan_Ulan> Fuck it, Davis, get us out of here! <Capt_Colin_Davis> Sir, get your man aboard! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South screams as she is riddled with the Falcon's guns, jerking as the snow becomes crimson around her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on the gunner, too late. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina has her attention jerked to South. * Agent-Washington uses the distraction to dash over to the Falcon. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... fuck it. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sprays the Falcon with gunfire, damaging it and landing a few hits on Ulan. <Jonathan_Ulan> Agh! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina barrels after Wash, pulling out her grappling gun. * Agent-Washington throws himself at the Falcon. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North grunts in pain as he tries to crawl towards South <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 shoots at Wash, hitting him in the back of the legs multiple times. <Agent-Washington> Ahh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees he's clearly done no good here, and stands, heading towards the ruined facility. * Jonathan_Ulan shoots Carolina and drags Wash in <Jonathan_Ulan> Get us out of here Davis! * Capt_Colin_Davis lifts the falcon up in the air, out of the range of enemy fire <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is thrown back by the shots, which impacts her in the chest. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 keeps shooting at the retreating Falcon even after they're out of range. <Agent-Washington> Ugh... <Agent-Washington> My legs... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North crawls forward slowly <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 doesn't stop firing until his gun is empty. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Damn. Bastards got away. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North coughs up blood, and pulls his helmet off <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits up slowly, her shields recharging from the shot. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South pulls off her helmet, and grimacing, rips the knife out of her abdomen. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ugh! * Agent-Washington crawls to the back of the Falcon, still weak from blood loss. <Jonathan_Ulan> Davis, have medics on standby when we get back in the ship <Capt_Colin_Davis> Yes sir! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South spits blood out onto the snow. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sit... rep. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'll live... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks at North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North... <Theta_AI> His vitals are steady. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Agh... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets up and hurries over to her Freelancers. <Omicron_AI> You're a bit worse off than he is, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'll be fine... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, you okay? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Get some biofoam in. Stop the bleeding. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South struggles but manages to get up. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks through a shattered wall, out of the wind, though not the cold. The facility has no power going towards heating. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 quickly gets the biofoam. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit...we were so close too... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> ...and Wash... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares in the direction of the Falcon's retreat. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Another loose end. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn...didn't get Ulan.... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South gives a pained smile. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You sure gave him a good beating though. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming carefully heads down where the damage isn't as bad, pistol held ready. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia ducks through a shattered hallway, heading underground. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He has to pay...for Indy and Montana, for all the shit he's pulled... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I just want to know why the hell Wash is with him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks his corners, searching for any sign of Ulan and his allies showing interest in something. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia moves towards a half-broken door and pushes it open. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This is what the Director found here. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 tends to South, with surprising gentleness. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South looks up at Jorge, but her expression softens. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Thanks. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Don't mention it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Wyoming? Do you read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Here. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) I'm inside the facility. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North pulls on his helmet, and struggles to his feet <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South wipes the blood off her mouth and gets up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Nothing on what Ulan was after, though. Everything's too well vandalized to tell. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Can you walk? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah... <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Good. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 turns his attention to North. <Capt_Colin_Davis> Did you find what you we're looking for? <Jonathan_Ulan> Yeah, but we couldn't get it out <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Tell me what you're looking at, Wyoming. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 examines the cut in the side of North's neck. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> You're lucky the armour stopped most of the blade. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I guess. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Need to get Ulan. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 treats North's injuries carefully. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold on. . . locked door. Now who would take the time to close a door on their way out of here? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has Gamma unlock the door, and Wyoming pulls it open before advancing into the adjacent hall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks his thermals. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia enters a small chamber. Strange runes and images flash up and down the falls, casting a blue hue over everything. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Keep me posted, Wyoming. We have two casualties. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is tired of uttering curses, and just accepts the casualties without asking who. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems to soften, her tone of voice more gentle. "The twins." <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So that's what you were after, Boss. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You and the Director wanted the same thing. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> (COM) So. Where's our ride out of here? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming continues through the halls, all leading one way, and that's down. <Omicron_AI> I'll call the Mother of Invention for a dropship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming keeps his thermals on high, checking for any sign of a warm touch left behind. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia moves over to the far end of the room, searching for another door. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I think I'll just sit here, how about you North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah...I'll do that... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 finishes patching North up. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North sits down, groggy and wounded <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> There. You'll both need a doctor, but that'll hold you together for now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So, how tough was that son of a bitch, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Too damn tough. <Omicron_AI> Well, we're going to catch up to him sooner or later. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Something's up with him. He's already taken out two Freelancers, and damn near got us, too. <Omicron_AI> Mont was my friend. I want Ulan to pay for her death. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You and me both. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming begins to see there's footprints in the frost on the carpet, which has become less prominent as it gets warmer in the bunkers underneath. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at her Freelancers and sighs, then busies herself checking her weapons and tac-map. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming eventually loses the footprints altogether, but is sure there's only one way the person could have gone. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia scowls and enters a short code into his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming switches to his rifle for these long corridors. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You were right about one thing, boss. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> The UNSC shouldn't get its hands on this. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And neither should you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rounds a corner, and sees Agent_Georgia just beyond either's motion tracker range, back to him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) On what, Georgia? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears Wyoming over TEAMCOM and freezes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hasn't aimed his weapon at Agent_Georgia yet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... Georgia. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns to look at Wyoming. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns sideways to face Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Wyoming? Do you need backup? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) No, but better get it in place just in case. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at Jorge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Stay with North and South, Chief. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Yes, ma'am. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I heard about your wife. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> ...Sorry. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Thanks, I suppose. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And how've you been? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks down. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Not much better. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. It doesn't seem to improve for any of us. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> No. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks forward, slowly and with his hands far from his sides. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina breaks into a run, using her speed ability to run to the facility. She then sneaks down inside, activating camouflage and stealthily making her way toward Wyoming and Georgia. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, where's all your buddies? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Outside. Several wounded. What's all this? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods towards it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What'd be so important that you wouldn't give it to. . . whoever you're, what, working for? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm unemployed right now, actually. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This is what the Director was after. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Where did you think he got all the armor powers he gave us? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, really. . . now that's. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Indeed? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming suddenly considers something. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How good are you at infiltrating, say. . . ONI? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I have friends there. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches silently. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But that's beside the point. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Could you get in contact with them? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You idiot, don't you realize what we're standing on? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> More power than anyone should ever have? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Exactly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can understand that. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This stuff. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It isn't human. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah. . . I'd heard the legends. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Didn't believe it though. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> This entire facility was built on top of alien ruins. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Government covering up alien technology and whatnot. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Except this time, the Director kept it from everyone. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Even ONI. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good on him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Finally something he did good. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shakes his head. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You're giving him too much credit, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So I presume we can't just blow it up. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia laughs humorlessly. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Texas's MAC round couldn't put a dent in this place. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It wasn't his work to hide it? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> No, he just wanted to use it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So would the UNSC, wouldn't they? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And so would the rebels. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Why do you think Ulan came here? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming smiles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Power. Like he's always after. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia keeps his eyes on Wyoming, but shifts towards the alien runes. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Where do you think the Director got the tech for the armor abilities? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And I suppose you don't want to use it? Or are you like him? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks away. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> A few weeks ago, I'd have used it to make more money than anyone could possibly imagine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And now? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Now? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've seen what happens when people treat this stuff like a magic solution. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So what do you intend? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks back at Wyoming. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I don't know. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I don't suppose you brought a nuke in your pocket, did you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Left it in my other armor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But if it's so powerful. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Perhaps it can be. . . destabilized. Lose control of its own power as others have. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah, well, I don't see a control panel anywhere. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But if the UNSC gets a hold of it, they'll use it to make more programs just like Freelancer. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm with you there. No one in the galaxy is ready for its use. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Here we are. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly disengages her camouflage, making herself visible to Wyoming and Georgia. She holds out her empty hands. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia snaps his SMG halfway up, but pauses when he sees Carolina is unarmed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over his shoulder, nodding. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> You. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Calm down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm not about to start shooting. Not now. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia lowers the SMG, but keeps it in his hand. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It has to be destroyed, somehow. Maybe a small crack could. . . <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So, you're the talking type? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I am now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> At least you're different from Texas. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Didn't work out so well for her when she tried to kill me for what she wanted. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clenches a fist. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let's not talk about that now. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> She's killed plenty of my friends. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'll talk about her however I want. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But I have to wonder. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Why isn't she here trying to pull my head off? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Agent Texas is in ONI custody. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And will remain such for the time being. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Have a falling out? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Now shut up. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Have you ever heard of Spartans, Georgia? <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shrugs. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I've heard rumors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tilts his head, still looking at the object. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because there's one waiting around up top, and I will bring him down here. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So be nice. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We just need to open it, and have a catalyst for the explosion. . . <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks over slowly and looks at the alien tech, awed. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina places a hand on the alien symbols, deep in thought. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks down at his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Would a suit reactor be enough? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> A MAC round didn't scratch this thing. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Your suit wouldn't do anything to it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, but inside it, somehow. . . <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... no. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No what? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns around. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks at Carolina warily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We can't destroy it. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> What are you talking about? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I know someone who can use this for good. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Carolina, could it really do that? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Oh, really? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I can't believe I'm saying this... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> but if there's one person I'd trust to use this technology... to help Tex... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's Doctor Halsey. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Wait. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Help who? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over at Georgia, not threateningly, but wondering if he'll attack them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... you heard me. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tex. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia grips his SMG tightly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> She's rampant, but she just wants to be a whole person. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's all she has left. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So that's it then. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I know it sounds bad, Georgia. We'll just use it once. . . but that's it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's a slippery slope. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But for Texas. . . <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks from Carolina to Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes off her helmet and looks at Georgia imploringly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm asking you nicely, Agent Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Please. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> So I guess I can just walk away or you can kick my ass and do it anyway. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> But do you have any idea how many people she's killed? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks away. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're familiar. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I know how many people I've killed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I admit, I've kept a count. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tex isn't a monster. She's just a memory. And she wants to be more. Be better. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If you want to leave, no one's stopping you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And let us bring her back to life. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, make her not rampant. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> She butchered my comrades, my best friend, and the woman I loved. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> And I'm just supposed to walk away? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a slightly pained sigh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming laughs humourlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I know. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens her clenched fists and looks up at the majestic structure, exhaling. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I get it now. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits an odd laugh. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's not about getting payback. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It never was. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's about protecting what we have left. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And letting go of the past. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What the Director could never do. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You want to get revenge, that's your prerogative. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I'm not — I'm not going to obsess over killing Ulan, or any of that anymore. I just want to fix Texas. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia 's hand trembles on the SMG, torn between the common sense not to attack Carolina and the desire to stop her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tell me, Georgia. What does your revenge matter anymore? Would it make up for anything? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe we don't owe her. Maybe she does deserve punishment. It doesn't matter. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's about us, not her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Whether or not we can let go of our memories. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There is a whole other war to fight, after all. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> New pain to suffer, and all. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> It won't stop with her, you know. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Once you let this out, it will never just curl up and go away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shrugs. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's the flip of a coin. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe it could be, if you were around. Always doubting us. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia clips the SMG to his side, clenching his fists. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina runs her fingers over the alien etchings. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Then do whatever you want. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I couldn't beat you in a fight, and I've suffered enough because of Texas already. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina puts her helmet back on. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I'm a mercenary. Revenge isn't profitable. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Good. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Jorge. Do you read me? <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) Yes, Major O'Connell. Our Pelican is waiting for you to return topside. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares at Georgia, somehow disappointed though their meeting went better than he could have hoped. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Copy that. Notify Command we have Tier-One classified materials on hand. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) Yes, ma'am. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM)... and be sure to tell them it's for Doctor Halsey. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> (COM) ...yes...ma'am. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Georgia. . . I don't know how to quite put it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You're. . . you're still a better man than you know. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns away and heads for the exit. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not for this. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> For not seeing this power, and trying to take it. You're wiser than that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Us, it seems. . . we're still fools. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But we have hope. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is staring at the alien ruins as if in a trance, touching the symbols. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia stops, halfway past the threshold. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts walking in a random direction, following the symbols that seem to move. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Fools hope, but hope nonetheless. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Yeah? <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Well that's one thing I'm all out of. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I hope you find it back again, Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina kneels down and touches a panel, only to have it rise up in front of her, revealing a gleaming crystalline artifact. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia shakes his head. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... huh. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I tried, Wyoming. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I tried. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina uses both hands to grasp the artifact and cautiously lifts it toward her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Don't give up, Georgia. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's one thing we both know you're good at. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns to watch Carolina take the artifact. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares at the artifact, mesmerized as it shimmers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> For some reason... I feel like this is worth something. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Don't stare at it too long. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina forces herself to look away, at Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Thank you. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia looks away, unable to meet Carolina's gaze even through his helmet. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> I gave up a lot here, today. <font color=#727272>< <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia <font color=#727272>> Make it worth it. <font color=#727272> * <font color=#A56542>Agent_Georgia turns and leaves. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming unclips his ammo pouch. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Come on. Let's get out of here. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Use this. Let's not leave it out for all to see. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slips the artifact into the pouch, holding it close. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leads Carolina back through the halls to the surface. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 nods at Carolina and Wyoming as they exit the facility. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Prepare to rendezvous with the Mother of Invention. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> The others are on board the Pelican and ready to go. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 waves at the pilot to take off. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are you sure we should have notified Command? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet as she enters the Pelican, then glances at Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Doesn't matter if they know. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes a seat, and grins. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Because we won't let them have it? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> If I'm right, Halsey won't let anyone touch this place but her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And that's what I'm hoping for. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#B892E8>Agent_South is sound asleep, strapped into the cargo seat. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#731FD3>Agent_North is checking over his weapons and armour <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks back out the window, still thinking about Georgia. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits back and hugs the pouch close, bringing up one of Halsey's files onto her HUD. She enlarges part of a page and studies the text: Victoria-077 <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Well, I don't know how much you lot liked working with me, but... <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> ...I think you're alright. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... hm? Oh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah, Spar—. . . Jorge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're not so bad yourself, Chief. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Thank you, ma'am. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Today, was a good day. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a short, quiet laugh. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not so different after all. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> No. I don't think we are. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 returns to adjusting his gun, concealing a smile behind his helmet. X =<font color=#CEEEFF> Episode X: The Battle of Furmiole

<font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems deep in thought, perhaps even troubled. * Kalmiya sees Carolina standing outside Dr. Halsey's office. <Kalmiya> Yes, Agent Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at the sound of the AI's voice, almost wary. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'm here about my last mission. * Kalmiya gives Carolina a long stare. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares back, eyes narrowing defiantly. * Kalmiya opens the sliding door to Dr. Halsey's office. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Thanks. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks in with the barest hint of a swagger, asserting her right to be there. * Kalmiya slides the door shut and her hologram disappears. * Kalmiya reappears next to Dr. Halsey. * Doctor_Halsey seems to be expecting Carolina, merely clasping her hands on her desk as the Freelancer enters. <Doctor_Halsey> I know you didn't drop my name to command for your own amusement. <Doctor_Halsey> Risky, alerting them of the discovery you made. But now, that site is mine to handle as I see fit. * Doctor_Halsey peruses a file, expression a bit sour. <Doctor_Halsey> I would love to know why the ONI saw fit to assign a Spartan to your mission — and why that Spartan's information is a mess of black ink — but I won't compromise your objective. * Kalmiya accesses the datasheets, and selects one for Dr. Halsey. <Kalmiya> I believe this is the one you were searching for, doctor. <Doctor_Halsey> Ah, thank you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I gave you that intel and technology because I know if there's one person who can use it to help Texas, it's you. * Doctor_Halsey seems amused. <Doctor_Halsey> That technology will enable the survival of the human race. And that's if we're lucky enough to decode it at all. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... yes. But you can also use it for Tex, right? <Doctor_Halsey> Beta is one AI. <Doctor_Halsey> Humanity is decimated by the hundreds with each passing day of this war. <Doctor_Halsey> I have priorities, Agent. But make no mistake, I can extract valuable information from the artifacts I examine. <Doctor_Halsey> I'll do what I can. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a slow nod. <Kalmiya> Agent Carolina, you had access to a tier-1 artifiact on Europa, is that correct? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... it is. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina produces the bag Wyoming gave her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't even ask how I got this past security. * Doctor_Halsey watches calmly. <Kalmiya> I can conjure a few scenarios. * Kalmiya retains an innocent expression. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina produces the crystalline artifact from the sack, hefting it in one hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This... thing. It glowed, and for some reason... it was like I had to take it. * Doctor_Halsey is actually surprised at this. <Doctor_Halsey> Kalmiya. I presume you cut all security feeds at least ten seconds before Agent Carolina revealed her find? <Kalmiya> Possibly. * Kalmiya looks away slightly. * Doctor_Halsey taps an icon and her lab door locks from the inside. <Doctor_Halsey> Good. <Doctor_Halsey> Now let me have a look at that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves to hand over the artifact, setting it on Halsey's desk almost reluctantly. <Doctor_Halsey> ... fascinating. * Doctor_Halsey runs some passive scans on the object, standing to scrutinize it. <Doctor_Halsey> It's not geological at all. It's artificial. <Doctor_Halsey> If I didn't know any better... I'd say it's hardware. <Doctor_Halsey> Kalmiya. Compare data gathered from Anders' incomplete surveys and Sorvad's analyses. <Kalmiya> Yes, doctor Halsey. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. <Doctor_Halsey> ... and feel free to borrow whatever Ackerson has collected in his archives, as well. * Kalmiya disappears to begin analyzing, with just a hint of a smirk at Halsey's last remark. * Kalmiya (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So, uh... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> will it help? * Doctor_Halsey looks up, annoyed. <Doctor_Halsey> You've done your part, Freelancer, now let me do mine. <Doctor_Halsey> You are dismissed. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens her mouth to protest, then clamps it shut. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'll hold you to that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and exits Halsey's office, the door sliding open to let her out only to slam shut and bolt after her. * Doctor_Halsey has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... bitch. * Lt_Forenson (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Lt_Forenson * Lt_Forenson steps out of an adjacent debriefing room and spots Carolina walking down the corridor. <Lt_Forenson> Oh, there you are, Agent Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina salutes. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sir. <Lt_Forenson> We're needed to deploy for another operation, Agent. <Lt_Forenson> I've already informed your team. <Lt_Forenson> They're waiting for you in the armoury. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... another op? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks weary, then straightens up. <Lt_Forenson> The Covenant has found Furmiole. We're needed to deploy there ASAP. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina can't help her eyes widening. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... did you just say "Covenant?" <Lt_Forenson> That's right, Agent Carolina. It's time to get into the real action. <Lt_Forenson> One more thing...we're going to be assisting SPARTAN Noble Team. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, though she seems a little dazed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... might as well be Spartans ourselves, at this point... <Lt_Forenson> You'll be reporting to Commander Carter-A259. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> of course, sir. <Lt_Forenson> Agents York, Maine, Michigan, and Virginia are preparing in the armoury. I'll see you during deployment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yes, sir. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We'll do our best. * Lt_Forenson heads off to prep his own Helljumpers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hurries to the armory, shaking off her trepidation. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine prepares multiple grenade belts around his body. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Phew...s'a lotta guns... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina enters the armory, donning her helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York has a shotgun shell bandoiler over his chest, M45 on his back. He's also holding a pair of magnums. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Carolina! Check out all this equipment! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're gonna need it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York turns to see Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Heeey. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina heads over to York, noting his extra gear. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Pack as much as you can without overloading. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not going up against rebels this time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks up his BR85 and looks for the perfect scope. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slips on another bandoiler over his other one, and checks his pistols. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh, great. What's it this time? Covvies? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Actually, yes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York trembles a bit. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We'll be acting under the direction of Noble Team, a Spartan unit. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm not sure if I should be glad. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Our CO is now one Commander Carter-A259. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Spartans? Well...this is. New. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York scratches his helmet and takes some more pistol ammo, and tucks on a few grenades while he's at it. He also slips a combat knife onto a holster on his chestplate. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finds an über-complicated, state-of the art scope and grabs it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I do not want a repeat of our prior engagements. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We fight as a team. Together. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs two railguns. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This isn't Jonathan Ulan or some other psycho mook. This is something much bigger. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs slightly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens up a private channel to York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods and opens up the channel as well. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) I'm worried. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs an M6/S and M363 <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) So I can imagine. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks down, makes a disgusted noise, and picks up some more grenades, latching them on wherever there's room on York's gear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs 25 "Sticky Detonator" grenades. * Delta_AI (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Rockets? Pfft. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Do I have to dress you myself? Pack more ammo! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) What are you, my fussy mom? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York collects even more ammo, before he can start to feel a bit weighed down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan packs 30 BR85 magazines. <Delta_AI> Agent York, if you pack any more, you will be unable to walk. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Sorry, sorry. Yeah, I know D. I can feel the weight... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Guys? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops halfway in the act of clipping another grenade onto York's belt and lets her hand rest on his chest plating for a moment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) We're not Spartans, York. And the way we ended up last time... I'm glad you weren't there. That's why I'm worried. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine goes into a adjacent room and grabs a massive object before leaving the barracks to the landing pad. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Need me to carry anything? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine moves in front of Michigan and shoves a shotgun to his chest. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) I know, I know. I don't think I'll be able to move so well this way, either. Sooo... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps it there <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hands a few grenades to Mich and slips away. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps the grenades to himself <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine packs an abnormally large rocket launcher to his back, significantly different in size and appearance. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts loading up her own gear, taking the katana in her hands and contemplating it as if indecisive. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, is your team ready to leave? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears the query and straps the sword onto her back. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stashes multiple rockets into a bag and places it around his leg. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Affirmative. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good. We goin'? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger. You'll be in hangar bay ten. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine attaches a mysterious looking plate to each of his fists before leaving the barracks. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just think of it like this: you're going up against things that are like Agent Texas, on a bad day, with a grudge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And prepare accordingly. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Freelancers, the Mother of Invention has arrived over Furmiole. We have to drop fast, before that battlecruiser points their guns at us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina strides out of the armory. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You heard him, people! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Pelican leaves ASAP. So haul ass. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows Carolina out of the armor, confidentally, with his pistols and shotgun strapped down to his armor. * Four-Seven-Niner (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner * Foehammer (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Foehammer <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina * Lt_Forenson is waiting in hangar bay 10 with his ODSTs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina approaches Forenson, fully armored and armed. <Lt_Forenson> Okay everyone, these two dropships are our only ride on and off the ship. <Lt_Forenson> So, let's not dawdle once we're on the ground. * Four-Seven-Niner waves at the Freelancers as they enter the hangar bay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Got it. <Four-Seven-Niner> Long time no see, guys. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Four-Seven-Niner! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Been a while, 479er. * Four-Seven-Niner fist-bumps Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes the pilot's hand after the fist-bump. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Good to have you back. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah, glad I get to do something interesting for a change. <Four-Seven-Niner> Wyoming isn't on the team? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. Wish he was here, though. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... the ONI didn't pick him for this. Sorry. * Four-Seven-Niner hides her disappointment with a single nod. * Foehammer walks over to Four-Seven-Niner. <Foehammer> So you guys are the Freelancers? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. Guys, this is Foehammer. <Four-Seven-Niner> She's an ace pilot. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina regards the other pilot. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well if Four-Seven-Niner calls you an ace pilot, you must know your stuff. <Foehammer> Thanks. She's not so bad herself. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the ODSTs, then back at her team. * Lt_Forenson climbs on board Foehammer's Pelican with his team. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They tell you what we're getting into this time, Four-Seven-Niner? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. Aliens. Fantastic. * Four-Seven-Niner takes position behind the pilot's seat. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lays the large object on his lap, revealing it to be a turret. * Foehammer steps past the ODSTs and gets into the cockpit. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina boards the Pelican first, seating herself near the hatch. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps in <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York boards the Pelican second, taking a seat next to Carolina and strapping himself in. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains quiet, hands on the tops of her thighs. <Foehammer> (COM) Ready to leave? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger. <Foehammer> (COM) Then let's roll. * Four-Seven-Niner launches. * Foehammer launches simultaneously. <Foehammer> (COM) Hold on tight, people! It's gonna be a bumpy ride! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Oh boy. Here come the fighter squads. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fighters? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Any last-minute tips on outflying them, Foehammer? <Foehammer> (COM) Floor it. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Thanks for your help. * Foehammer laughs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina braces in her seat, glancing at York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York tightens his grip on his straps, also bracing. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> No one warned us! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Just get us dirtside, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Trying my best. * Foehammer swerves around Four-Seven-Niner, drawing some of the enemy fire. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls a complex dive, further confusing the fighters. <Foehammer> (COM) Not bad. Keep it up. * Four-Seven-Niner is hit by a stream plasma fire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh shit. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls hard, trying to maintain the downward spiral. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Hold on back there! * Foehammer adjusts her trajectory to stay close to Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slams into the back of her seat, only to be jerked forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I think... I'm starting to understand South... maybe just a little— <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York manages to stay in his seat, boots firmly planting on the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm hearing you there, Carolina... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Holding on! <Foehammer> (COM) Touching down in sixty seconds. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Hope you're ready! <Foehammer> (COM) You steady, Four-Seven-Niner? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I'm levelling out. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around at her team, feeling a mixture of pride and dread. * Foehammer adjusts the Pelican's angle and pulls up as the ship flies horizontally not ten feet off the ground. * Four-Seven-Niner manages to pull a similar maneuver despite the Pelican's damage. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs one of her Magnums and preps it. * Foehammer pulls the Pelican to a hovering position behind a tall set of hills. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Be ready for action as soon as we're out. <Foehammer> (COM) Popping the hatch! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Go, go, go! * Four-Seven-Niner opens the hatch. * Lt_Forenson jumps out with the ODST team. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan loads his BR85. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes point, jumping out. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Hostiles just over the hilltops. Let's move, team! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York leaps out of the hatch, shotgun in hand. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps out with his turret ready. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Get in formation, people! * Foehammer takes off again, with Four-Seven-Niner following close behind. * Foehammer (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon * Four-Seven-Niner (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Commander, we're on the ground. What's your position? <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around as dots show up on her map. * ChanServ gives voice to Carter-A259 <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... lotta red out there. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) We're getting swarmed, Lieutenant! Might want to pick up the pace a little! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger. We're three klicks out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan falls into formation <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) We'll hold out till then. Weapons free, Noble! * Lt_Forenson charges over the hills, guns blazing on the masses of enemies below. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts running toward the nav point indicated by her HUD. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly makes his way, raining fire upon the Covenant troops. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires her first shot at a Grunt, killing it instantly. * Lt_Forenson 's battle rifle is in a fury of flares, dropping enemy after enemy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... fuck, they're ugly bastards... <Lt_Forenson> See? Not so hard to kill. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York quickly sprints towards the nav point, blowing the head of an enemy jackal clean off with a shotgun blast. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't get too cocky. <Lt_Forenson> Just watch out for the tall squid-heads. They've got energy shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan kills two Jackals in one burst * Lt_Forenson reloads, allowing York to cover him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine watches as 2 massive Hunter pairs approach him * Lt_Forenson takes aim again and starts firing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tosses a grenade into a cluster of jackals after failing to penetrate their shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York catches two Grunts in a shotgun blast, watching them tumble to the ground. <Lt_Forenson> Aim for the weak spots on the Hunters! Shoot anything you see that's orange! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees the Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what the hell? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts shooting again while firing his Brute Shot with his right hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Mich, concentrate fire on those... things! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Forenson, I'm sending some support to your position. They'll be ahead of the rest of us, but we'll catch up. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger, sir. Make it quick! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shoot for the, uh, orange! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York quivers. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's turret starts clicking. * Lt_Forenson ducks into cover as the Hunters open fire on them. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Is that thing made of...made of...gah! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rolls over to cover, almost getting hit with a fuel rod blast. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan kicks an Elite, then kills it with the sticky detonator * Lt_Forenson pokes his head out of cover and fires at the Hunters' backs with his battle rifle. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints towards one of the Hunters with his blade and slices it in half, covering himself in orange blood. * Lt_Forenson swears as his ODSTs are getting cut down one by one. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Why the hell were we dropped off here of all places? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Got something important in that facility we need to get to. Hold your position, Lieutenant. * Lt_Forenson grits his teeth as plasma splashes on his armour. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Yes...yes, sir. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprints sideways to avoid the fuel rod guns, firing repeatedly with her pistol as a distraction. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan pulls out a railgun <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine shoves a grenade into another Hunter's backside. * Lt_Forenson drops a trio of Grunts with headshots. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits one hunter in the helmet with a shotgun blast, then unsheathes his knife and shanks it multiple times in its exposed weak spot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan instantly kills one Hunter with the railgun <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ditches the Magnum and pulls out her katana, charging one of the remaining Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes position near York, reloading. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... ah, screw it. <Lt_Forenson> Carolina, the hell are you doing?!! Don't be a fool! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slides the knife back into the holster, then notices Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't, Carolina! We can't lose you, damn it! * Lt_Forenson fires at the Hunter, trying to distract it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leaps as the alien brings down its shield, barely avoiding being crushed, and grabs hold of its spiked armor, vaulting. She lands behind the gigantic creature and stabs backward with her blade, not even glancing, listening as the blade sinks into soft coils. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then rips the sword out and turns as the Hunter roars and staggers, and slices through its "neck." * Lt_Forenson stares in disbelief for a moment. <Lt_Forenson> And they say Helljumpers are crazy... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Then you haven't met my friend Carolina! * Lt_Forenson turns to see more hostiles converging on them. <Lt_Forenson> Damn, we've got more Hunter pairs, coming out of the facility! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine looks at Carolina's six as an entire horde of split-lipped alien approach with glowing swords. * Lt_Forenson shifts fire, backpedalling and reaching for a grenade. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina regards the Elites. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maine! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York vaults under an Elite and shoots it in the thigh, before climbing up and then shoving his knife into it's back. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly kicks off the aliens from Carolina <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina places a hand on Maine's shoulder for a moment. "Thanks." <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine nods back. <Lt_Forenson> Dammit, we're going to be overrun. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Thom-293 <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> (COM) Not today! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 charges through a mass of Covenant on a Warthog, splattering a dozen of them in a second. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 drives over the hill right behind Emile, rampaging through the aliens. <Lt_Forenson> Holy shit! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at the incoming Spartan, jumping back from the carnage. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Hey, ugly! Look over here! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 drives straight at a Hunter. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 is doing circles around the other aliens, avoiding gunfire and running them over as well. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine snatches his shotgun from Michigan's chest. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 runs over not one, but three Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Freelancers! Form up on me! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan forms up <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 drives in from the side and runs over the last one. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls the knife from the Elite's back, sheathing it. He approaches Carolina and Maine, having a helmet covered in purple blood. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks York over. "Please don't tell me you're keeping that paintjob." <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Could use a gunner on the back! <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Negative, don't slow down! * Lt_Forenson continues fire, a bit more easily now that the enemy lines are thinned out. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly shakes himself of the Hunters' blood. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then looks over at the Warthogs, a plan forming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I like my new style. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York forms up with the other Freelancers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprints toward Emile's Warthog without saying a word. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Whoa! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 swerves to avoid running over Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs hold of the Warthog and jumps up, grasping the turret and situating herself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Drive. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 floors it. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Holy shit, how did you not kill yourself, lady? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires the machine gun at the Covenant aliens, mowing them down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Let's just say I'm good. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> I haven't even seen Spartans do that... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina activates an IFF tag, 077. * Lt_Forenson regroups the surviving Helljumpers and pushes the remaining Covenant back. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well then. I guess I'm not a Spartan, am I? <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 doesn't reply to this and concentrates on running people over. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Forenson, did my backup arrive yet? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger, sir. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine yells at York with a garbled voice. "Move up!" <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 cuts through an entire line of Grunts in one power-slide. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns the chaingun this way and that, cutting through shields and armor. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Cool! * Lt_Forenson sees Carolina taking out all the enemies around them and corners the last handful of Covenant with his ODSTs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves, shotgun hoisted forward. * Lt_Forenson finishes off the rest of the aliens with ease in a web of gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York catches one last grunt and blows his head open with a shotgun blast. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's the last of 'em! * Lt_Forenson lowers his gun and pants heavily. <Lt_Forenson> Whew. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 stops the Warthog next to Thom. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 disembarks with Emile. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs, relieved. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Sir! Noble Four and Noble Six, as requested! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine rolls his neck with a loud 'crack' <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hops down off the Warthog, dusting her armor off. <Lt_Forenson> Thanks for the help, Noble. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at her Freelancers, relieved they're okay. * Lt_Forenson looks around. <Lt_Forenson> Four ODSTs KIA, two WIA. Shit. Not a good start. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got more reinforcements farther in, sir. * Lt_Forenson looks at Thom. <Lt_Forenson> It's never a good thing to lose troopers, Spartan. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Yes, sir. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rubs his helmet, some purple blood smudging on his fingers. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Anyone got a towel or something? <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 's gaze is turned towards Maine. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> So, uh...you guys those what-do-they-call-its...Freelancers? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sure are. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine glares back at Emile. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps a little between the two of them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're here to kill the aliens. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine growls at Emile before acknowledging Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Well...you guys don't do your job too bad. All things considered. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Still...keep up if you can. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 gives Emile an impercepible shake of the head. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 pretends not to see it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notices Emile's rank. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're capable, Warrant Officer. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 nods but doesn't say anything more. <Lt_Forenson> Right then. What did your Commander want us to do in this facility? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got some scientists to extract. The Covenant is crawling all over the place in this region though. <Lt_Forenson> Then let's get to work. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks back to the legion of dead aliens. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So we found out. <Lt_Forenson> Will Carter be joining us? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Negative. He's being held up dealing with that battlecruiser. * Lt_Forenson looks around at the assorted UNSC troops. <Lt_Forenson> We should be able to suffice. Let's move. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Yes...sir. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 takes point and enters the facility. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 glances one more time at Maine before following suit. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls in behind the Spartans. * Lt_Forenson stays in the centre of the formation, weapon ready. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stays in formation. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lastly follows the formation. <Lt_Forenson> Where are the scientists, Noble Six? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> They should be seven levels down, sir. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Careful. The place is swarming with Covenant. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mutters. "Lovely." <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Looks like my armor isn't gonna get any cleaner... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> We can sneak down... <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Strange. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Why is this place empty? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> It was crawling with Covenant just a few minutes ago. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's usually a bad sign. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises her BR, scanning for hostiles. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) This is First Lieutenant Joseph Forenson to any civilians in the facility. Do you copy? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tangos only bug out when they're scared... or planning something. * Lt_Forenson shakes his head when he gets no response. <Lt_Forenson> These aliens think on a whole different level. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So it's going to be the latter. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 leads the team to sublevel seven with no resistance, and calls a halt. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Something's definitely not right. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps toward York, turning so he has her back. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> You can say that again. * Lt_Forenson pauses and taps his COM. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Say again? What? You're breaking up. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Are you sure? How's that even possible? I don't know. Okay. I'll see if I spot anything. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finds cover <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York guards Carolina's back, eyes peeled for anything. * Lt_Forenson turns to the team. <Lt_Forenson> I have news. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Good or bad? <Lt_Forenson> I'm not sure. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Bad it is then. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just tell us what we need to know. <Lt_Forenson> The Covenant battlecruiser has vanished. Just...disappeared completely. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> What? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> You mean it jumped into Slipspace? <Lt_Forenson> No. Just vanished. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Invisibility? <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 (cfbe3c01@gateway/web/freenode/ip.207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Wait. What's that? <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 point at a large alien device welded into the centre of the floor in the facility's core chamber. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Whoa... <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> The Covenant is definitely up to something... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains where she is. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I have a bad feeling about this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York keeps his boots pinned to the floor. * Lt_Forenson flinches as a gigantic blue beam shoots out of the top of the device, rumbling into the sky with an ominous boom. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> What the hell was that? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jumps back slightly, weapon raised. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps, shotgun primed. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That cannot be good. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Ground teams, report! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> It may be a transmitter. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Covenant battlecruiser detected above the facility. Attempts to ground it with our MAC guns, unsuccessful. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Ma'am? How the hell did the cruiser get past the entire perimeter of MAC guns? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> You don't suppose it teleported... <Lt_Forenson> Shit. Let's move, people! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> RUN! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Battlecruiser opening fire on the facility, Lieutenant! Get out of there! <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 is suddenly thrown back as the alien device is hit by a huge ray of plasma and explodes, shattering metal and white plasma everywhere. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Damn! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ow! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 pulls Thom to his feet and notices that the floor is breaking apart. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Freelancers, retreat! <Lt_Forenson> Everyone, topside, now! * Lt_Forenson urges the others to make their way up the facility as the walls come crumbling and crashing down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs faster <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sprints as fast as his legs can take him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina checks her team and hurries up the stairs. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 grabs Emile and Forenson, and activates his jetpack. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Hang on! <Lt_Forenson> You can't be serious... <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 soars up and around the stairs easily escaping the ground that is breaking apart beneath them. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine runs behind Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan activates his speed unit and runs as fast as he can <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows suit, hastily grabbing York and Maine as well. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ahhh! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM)... the battlecruiser appears to be focusing its fire on the facility. Almost like they're digging. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Copy that, ma'am. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York just makes it, landing on the ground outside the facility. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Phew... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now what? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is blown out, landing hard on his chest. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Noble Two, you still got that bomb the Commander hauled along? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) MFDD en route. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets up from where she landed and checks Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves over to Maine, also checking him. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine, you alright? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grumbles <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... he'll be fine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Heh, I'll take that as a yes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York tries to help up the bear of a man. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly attempts to get up but lands into the ground again. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 walks over and offers Maine a hand up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York brushes off a bit of dirt on Maine's shoulderplate. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly jumps up at Emile's presence <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) My transport was shot down, Lieutenant. I'll be making this delivery myself. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger that. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got Covenant incoming on our position, and lots of them. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) I'm going to rally the troops. We have to keep those hostiles off the Lieutenant Commander's back for as long as possible. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters cover * Lt_Forenson turns to Carolina. <Lt_Forenson> Everyone else...keep pushing forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Got it, sir. <Lt_Forenson> See you on the far side. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine instantly takes out his large rocket launcher * Lt_Forenson gathers the troops and runs off towards the horde of enemy masses. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, then looks at her Freelancers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You heard the man! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hold the line! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> LET'S GO! <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Carter-A259 <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Jun-A266 <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 cuts his way through the Covenant lines with a hail of machinegun fire. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts firing at the swarms, the explosions rocking dozens of them with giant explosions. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Agent Carolina, good to see you! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods and keeps firing. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 sprints across the battlefield, accompanied by a Marine escort. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Keep pushing, Noble! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pops a shell from his shotgun's ejection port, then loads up a few more rounds from his bandolier. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 continues to cover Kat, turret blazing. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks off Drones in dozens <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York takes a pair of grenades and primes both of them, flinging them towards the enemy and pelting at them with shotgun blast after blast. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 guns down a mass of Covenant and waves Kat through the hole in the enemy forces. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires off precise shots with her BR. "Everyone came to this party." <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 keeps running even as her Marines take fire and fall, firing with her Magnum and taking out nearby hostiles with headshots. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> We've got hornets covering us, but there's not much time! Kat, go! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Set the bomb! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> Copy that, Commander. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts focusing on occupied buildings, easily leveling them. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 sees a group of Ultras moving to confront Kat, and he guns them down one by one. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is knocked over on his behind by an explosion. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oomph! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets all his purple blood flicked off his armor <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 punches in the activation code for the MFDD and is rewarded when the screen turns red, displaying a countdown. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 keeps running, following the nav marker on her HUD. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lifts York by his back. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Agh...thanks, Maine. Returning the favor. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 continues to shoot at any enemies close to Kat's position. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine nods. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits a Grunt with his shotgun, one-handed, who was advancing on Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan uses a Sticky Detonator to kill a Brute <font color=#706A15><Jun-A266> (COM) Kat, look out! You've got two Banshees coming up on you. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 seems to ignore Jun, leaping and running toward the delivery point. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires at one of the incoming Banshees frantically. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 spots the Banshees, and raises his gun to distract them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Bring 'em down! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sprays the aircraft, managing to destroy one of them with a persist stream of gunfire. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 adjusts his aim to the other one. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 picks up speed toward the objective, then is thrown up and back by a fuel rod explosion. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> (COM) Spartan down! <font color=#848484><Thom-293> (COM) I've got her! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly fires at the leading Banshee and destroys it in a magnificent explosion. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 fights his way through the Covenant lines, ignoring the hits he takes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits an advancing elite straight in the jaw(s) with another shotgun blast. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 is conflicted between covering Thom and protecting Kat. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 manages to make his way to Kat, and looks down at her shattered visor and the nuke clutched in her destroyed arm. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 struggles to move, her arm unresponsive as the armor along her shoulder smokes and melts. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 presses forward, trying frantically to get to Kat. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 forces her head to turn and looks at the bomb, her vision blurred but seeing the impending countdown. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> I have to... get up... <font color=#848484><Thom-293> I've got it, ma'am. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... Thom? <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 takes the nuke from Kat's injured arm and steps back. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... Thom, come back... that's an order... <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 pretends not to hear as he activates his jetpack and flies off. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 runs up next to Kat just in time to see Thom take off. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 seems to relax as she watches Thom fly away, weakly focusing on him. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... please... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 manages to reach Kat and Emile, and shoots at the enemies around them, keeping them at bay. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Let's get her out of here. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 nods grimly and picks up Kat, and carefully carries her away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits a high-pitched snarl as she bludgeons an Elite with the butt of her rifle, then fires point-blank in another's face. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 stays in front of Emile and the injured Kat, making sure they don't take any hits. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 sees Emile carrying Kat but forces himself to focus on helping the Freelancers. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 snipes out several enemies that are swarming Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York makes another Elite eat his knife, then kicking it in the chest before giving it a shotgun facial. The pellets miss the knife, gladly, as York goes over to yank it from the alien's corpse. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees an Elite with an energy sword approaching, and pulls out her own sword. The Elite runs at her, but she does a backflip when he swings, only to kick him hard in the midsection, pop his shields with a blow to the neck, then stab through the roof of his mouth, the blade protruding from his helmet. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 stops and looks up at the sight of numerous explosions engulfing the battlecruiser, which has now ceased digging into the ground. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Thom... <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Thom, SPARTAN-293, do you copy? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Come in, Noble Six. That's an order. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) ...Thom? <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 looks up as well, and shakes his head silently. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 turns her head groggily, trying to push Emile away but failing. * Lt_Forenson charges over the hills with an entire platoon of ODSTs, all firing furiously on the Covenant. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Sorry about the delay, sir. We were held up until that battlecruiser stopped sending in dropships. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Don't worry about it, Lieutenant. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York 's shotgun clicks empty, and hits another Grunt over the head with the hilt like a baseball bat. He slaps the M45 on his back before reaching for his dual magnums, firing a hail of bullets towards an advancing jackal. A few bullets ricochet off the shield and hit a few more Grunts, before the jackal succumbs to the wave of lead and dies. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina picks up the fallen energy sword hilt and ignites it, wielding it in her left hand while the katana stays in her right. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Let's finish this, everyone. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 places Kat safely where the ODSTs can cover her well. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine ditches his rocket launcher and begins running in one direction letting off a line of grenades, resulting in explosions. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 gives a roar of fury and lets loose on the Covenant with his shotgun, blasting them apart one after the other. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits a harsh laugh as more Elites run at her, enraged that she's holding one of their swords. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sprays an Elite with his turret until its shields fail and blood sprays from its body. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 watches as it tumbles back into the ranks of aliens before cutting them all down too relentlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York regroups with Carolina, holstering one magnum and pulling his knife out. Using a combination of sharp objects and bullets, fells the squidheads one-by-one. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands back to back with York as the Elites start to thin out. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 fires at an almost consistent speed, reloading swiftly and taking an Elite through the head, a second through the mouth, and a third through the eye. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oop! Big one! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm on it. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 mows down Grunts and Jackals with his assault rifle, and comes face-to-face with an Elite. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 ducks the Elite's swing, and smashes his rifle into its chest, sending it flying back and taking out its shields. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shoves the barrel of his gun into its gut and presses his fingers down on the trigger until it's dead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York notices a Field Marshall standing before him, clutching not one, but two, energy swords. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And he looks...mean. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina draws up to her full height, holding the katana down while pointing the energy sword at the Field Marshall. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 moves to cover Maine, seeing how many of the Covenant are intent on swarming him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Look what I've got. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 blows off a Grunt's head with one shotgun blast, before firing a second pellet point-blank into an overzealous Elite's torso, tearing it in half. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York points the knife and the pistol at the Marshall. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 turns around and brings the barrel of his shotgun down on another Grunt's head, and whacks a Jackal horizontally in one smooth motion. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Um, yeah. Mine's short, but sweet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York coughs. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly kicks the Field Marshall from York and activates the plates on his fists, revealing large daggers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> York? Piss it off. That's an order. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 fires some shots from a distance at the Field Marshall to get its attention. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 puts a round into the Field Marshall's abdomen, taking down half its shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York charges towards the marshall and reels under him, firing a few shots at it's legs before shoving a knife into it's belly, bringing it's shields down completely. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now, Carolina! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lunges and swings with the energy sword, cutting off its head. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 kicks the headless body away, and sprays the surrounding enemies with automatic fire to cover Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots a Brute's head off with a railgun. Its blood lands on Carolina, Maine, Wyoming, and York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets his armor splattered in blood, yet again. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I got it cleaned last time, damn it! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sorry, York! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hacks at a few more enemies with the energy sword, then grunts when it flickers out. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Piece of crap. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina wields her katana with both hands again. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 sidesteps a Jackal and puts a close-range shotgun blast into the side of its head. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 turns and shoots an Elite right in the chest with a second round, taking out its shields. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 guns down the unshielded Elite with the same fury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sheathes his knife and takes the other pistol out, giving a pair of Jackals a point-blank blast to both of their heads. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Not long now. The Covenant forces are cut off now that their ship's been taken out. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 puts two rounds into a Hunter's neck, neatly decapitating it. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 fires a third round into an Elite's head, the bullet flying right through and taking out two Jackals behind it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina dodges plasma pistol bolts and cuts into some Grunts, shoving her blade all the way through the last and then throwing it aside. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 sees another Elite rushing him, and coolly drops it with the last round in his magazine. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Fish in a barrel. Kill 'em all. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina has an eerie calm tone, devoid of her usual emotion. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods grimly, and reloads yet again to take down more hostiles. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gives a brute a kick to the crotch, watching it reel back and clutch it's nether regions in pain as he puts the ape out of his misery. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina engages an Elite with her sword and fist, swinging and stabbing, flashing back to her fight with Texas. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls, punctuating each word with a punch. "Fucking... alien... bastards..." <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 aims at a Hunter, firing the turret furiously. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sidesteps the fuel rod shot fired at him, and keeps advancing, putting bullet after bullet into the Hunter's belly. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 blocks the Hunter's shield swipe with his turret, and retalites by kicking it in the soft abdomen, knocking it back. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 points his turret's barrel at the Hunter again and keeps shooting until it's dead. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina whirls, kicking a Jackal in the face, her frenzy picking up as her movements become faster, more surgical. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Why can't... we just fucking win... just once! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York steps over the Brute's corpse and puts his knife back in it's sheath, before planting his magnum back on his hip and reloading his shotgun. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Hey! Crazy lady! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 tosses his shotgun at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina catches the shotgun, then blows a Grunt's head into goo splatter. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 dashes at an Elite and tackles it to the ground. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 snatches the Elite's energy sword and runs it through with it. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 gets up and begins slashing and hacking at every hostile around him. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 spots an Elite lunging at Carolina with an energy dagger, and shoots it in the back, taking down its shields. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 rushes past Carolina, punching it in the face so hard that its brains fly out of its pulverized face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina whirls only to see the Elite fall dead. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... thanks. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 nods at Carolina. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 shakes the blood off his fist and keeps moving. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine notices a bright glowing sphere at his feet. He growls quickly runs as it begins making a loud charging sound. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is blown meters away, his visor shattered and his armor suddenly battered and scorched. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 sees Maine fall and cuts his way through the enemies to cover him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees Maine go flying and, momentarily free of immediate hostiles, dashes toward him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan covers Maine <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 picks up Maine and slings him over his shoulder. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> I got him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws up blood in his helmet. Now his vision completely blacked by red, he falls unconscious. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York decides to stand back up on top of the brute's corpse, waiting for the grunts to come to him and pulls his other pistol out, giving a grunt a point-blank shotgun blast and a few pistol pelts towards an Elite, chipping it's shields. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Not many of them left! Keep pushing! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You can say that again! Agh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps up and decks an Elite with a double kick to the chest, landing on his chest and quickly picking himself up. The Sangheili is not so quick, lying on the ground with it's shields depleted. York steps on it's neck, and gives it a shotgun facial yet again. Now he's got blood all up on his boots. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 snipes out the last two Elites. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares at all the dead bodies, human and Covenant, around them, silent and seemingly rooted to the spot. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 deposits Maine down next to Kat, where a team of ODSTs are covering them. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shoots one Jackal from the side, then kills the other who had panicked and turned his back to run. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 kills the last of the enemies with a hail of machinegun fire. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 lowers his assault rifle, and stands still, looking at the carnage around them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks toward a Grunt that isn't quite dead yet, cowering and whimpering. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands over the wounded alien, silent, then places a boot over its neck. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina twists her foot quickly, crushing the alien's throat, and it dies slowly, cries fading into gurgles, then silence. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 walks to Carter's side but doesn't say anything. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is grimly staring at Kat and Maine's injured forms. * Lt_Forenson grimaces and clutches at the plasma burns that had penetrated his suit, and staggers over to the others. <Lt_Forenson> Looks like we actually won this one. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods but says nothing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina calmly turns and walks toward the others. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is now looking up at the sky, where the explosions were fading out from the remains of the battlecruiser. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, regrouping with the others. He'd taken a plasma shot to the shoulder, but it wasn't anything serious. He's clutching the wound. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You...you lost one of your buddies, didn't you. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 stands up from where he was examining Kat and Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sorry for your loss. We've...lost too many of our own. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods silently. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands a little off to the side from Jorge, gaze inscrutable behind her visor. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> The Freelancer is fine. He'll need surgery, but there won't be permanent damage. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> And Kat? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> She wasn't as lucky. That fuel rod blast took out her shields and fused part of her armour to her bicep. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Not to mention, she's lost a lot of blood and most of the muscles in her arm are destroyed. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> She'll...need it replaced. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 turns her head slowly, only half hearing Emile's words. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods again, masking his true emotions. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> Thom... where's...where'd he go... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 bows his head, and his grip on his turret slackens. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Just rest now, Kat. We're getting out of here. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> But Commander, I have to... <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 falls silent as her helmet lolls, having passed out. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 slowly gets up and turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> We couldn't have done it without you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, and walks towards Carolina. His wound is getting slightly worse. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet for a long moment, then clenches a fist. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sorry we didn't do enough. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shakes his head. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> The responsibility was mine. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes her head slightly, then turns to look at York. * Lt_Forenson takes off his helmet and looks around at all the dead ODSTs scattered on the battlefield. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 walks over to Forenson. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Sorry about your losses. <Lt_Forenson> Yeah. Sorry about yours. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> A life is a life, Lieutenant. A Spartan's is no more valuable than anyone else's. * Lt_Forenson takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. <Lt_Forenson> Thank you, sir. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine suddenly walks and takes a loud breathe while clutching a large portion of his stomach. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine falls back into consciousness. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York coughs, and leans on Carolina. He seems rather exhausted. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods and looks back at the others. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly brings up an arm to support York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... take it easy. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 sees two Pelicans coming in and settling over the battlefield. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Atleast we won, huh? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hacks, again. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Took three plasma shots to the shoulder. And...hey. There's no victory without sacrifice. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah, we "won" alright. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around at all the bodies. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I don't think winning is everything. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You're right. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Let's get out of here, everyone. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Four-Seven-Niner has been instructed to bring you back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Everyone else, get on board Echo Four-Nineteen. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards 479 * Lt_Forenson follows with his ODSTs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina helps York toward the LZ, moving slow enough that it doesn't hurt him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York struggles to support himself. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Careful, Carolina. You might have to carry me all the way there. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York chuckles, albeit weakly. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 carries Kat on board Foehammer's Pelican, walking a little quickly, as if he didn't want to see everything he was leaving behind. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks over her shoulder briefly at the Nobles, then turns her attention back to the LZ. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 glances at the Freelancers but doesn't say anything before climbing on board. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 looks briefly at the destroyed facility and the neat, perfectly circularly hole dug into the ground, before turning away and boarding the Pelican. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is standing next to Carolina. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> staring up at the sky. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> I didn't know him for long...but he was one of us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina keeps staring straight ahead, York's arm draped over her shoulders. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Took out an entire ship with just one bomb. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Brave. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Guess that's one way to go. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> He knew it was a one-way trip... <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> ...guess we all make it sooner or later. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 looks at the Freelancers sitting on board Four-Seven-Niner's Pelican. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Take care of them, Major O'Donnell. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina helps York board the Pelican, then turns abruptly upon hearing her name. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I will. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I have to. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 nods and slowly turns away to board Echo 419. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is helped aboard the Pelican, then straps himself in. * Lt_Forenson is sitting at the back of the Pelican with the remainder of his ODSTs. <Lt_Forenson> These Covenant guys sure make a mess, huh. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet, leaning forward slightly in a broody posture. <Lt_Forenson> Is it easier for you to kill them because of what they are? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises her helmet slightly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> No. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's easier for me to kill them because I really want to. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because they remind me of... something. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls silent again. <Lt_Forenson> Good. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I do know one thing, though. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> For the first time in a long time, we have a job to do. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not for the Director. Not for ONI. For humanity. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. And it's for a worthy cause. * Lt_Forenson 's dishevelled face breaks into a smile. <Lt_Forenson> Welcome to the party, Freelancers. <Lt_Forenson> We're glad to have you join the fight. * Lt_Forenson notices that the Pelican has docked inside the Mother of Invention's hangar bay. <Lt_Forenson> Well, let's all limp down to recovery then. I've got a few burns need treating. * Lt_Forenson hops off the Pelican with a slight wince, followed by his ODSTs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York grunts and lifts himself off his seat. He looks better, and manages to walk his way out of the Pelican. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows York closely, unwilling to let him injure himself. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stops for a moment. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina. Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gestures to Maine. * Lt_Forenson (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops short. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes Maine's condition and reluctantly backs off from York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> C'mon. Let's get you to recovery. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grunts as she hefts Maine up by his arms, only able to handle his weight thanks to the armor's circuits. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'll do the pulling. You just keep him from flopping around. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Riiight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York holds him up by his legs. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> This guy is heavy... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina half-drags Maine to Recovery with York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York lays him down on a bed. * Doctor_Halsey (cfbe3c01@gateway/web/freenode/ip.207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon * Doctor_Halsey is standing in the Recovery ward, already having pulled up the Freelancers' med files. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to face Halsey after helping situate Maine, taking off her helmet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What are you doing here? * Doctor_Halsey deadpans. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm a doctor. * Doctor_Halsey brings up Maine's vital stats, watching coolly as Mother of Invention's medical staff tend to him. <Doctor_Halsey> But I'm not here to apply bandaids. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls his helmet off, revealing his face. He also takes off his chest plate and looks to his plasma burn wound. * Doctor_Halsey tsks upon seeing the burn. <Doctor_Halsey> Shielding wasn't enough, I see. Leonard always was... unimaginative with his training methods. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Those guns the aliens got are really good at taking out shields. <Doctor_Halsey> Plasma weaponry. Something we have yet to replicate. <Doctor_Halsey> You seem to get by well enough using projectiles, though. * Doctor_Halsey walks over and inspects the burned tissue, then sprays on a solution. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York winces a bit, then relaxes. <Doctor_Halsey> This will help with the pain. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That does help. Thanks. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches, not sure about Halsey. * Doctor_Halsey looks at Carolina. <Doctor_Halsey> What about you? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm... fine. * Doctor_Halsey nods curtly, then consults her glasses. <Doctor_Halsey> Ah. Yes. How timely. <Doctor_Halsey> Forgive me, Agent, but I must go. My attention is required elsewhere. * Doctor_Halsey taps the side of her glasses, gives Carolina a knowing look, then turns and walks out of Recovery. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wait... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts to walk after Halsey, only to stop as a ping sounds from her helmet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls and picks up the helmet, putting it on. A file appears on her HUD. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what the hell? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slumps against the walls of the recovery bay. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches as the medics attend to Maine and wheel him off for surgery, then sits down on one of the bunks and motions for York to join her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods and walks over. His wound no longer bothers him, and his armor is back on sans helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming appears in the medbay door, minus his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How goes it, lads? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stops, and looks to Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices their downcast expressions and sobers himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry about my absence. Missouri was talking to me all day. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And...there was something else. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gives Carolina a meaningful look. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notices but only gives a subtle nod. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Today was a bit...chaotic. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine's unconcious. I got hit a few times in the shoulder. I had it easier. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Is that so? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> In case you weren't aware... we're fighting aliens now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Covenant. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's better than the alternative. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming strides over and takes a seat across from them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They can kill Spartans. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're really gonna have to step up our game. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So you had casualties. It wasn't that Jorge fellow, was it? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Nope. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I thought not. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> It was another Noble. Didn't know his name. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And what did we gain? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> The carrier was destroyed. That's how the he went out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hell of a way to go out, but heroic none the less. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm. . . not much, considering how many ships they seem to have. But a SPARTAN for a small army isn't bad, from a certain viewpoint. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> One man. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> No less disheartening. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But it may come down to that. Our lives for thousands. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts uneasily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not used to... this. We weren't trained to blow ourselves up for the mission. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...You're right. And we're fighting for humanity, after all. Not some bastard who manipulated us into his bidding. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Humanity. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the information on her HUD, skimming through paragraphs about AI research, all Doctor Halsey's writing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... nothing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We won, right? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits up, attempting to appear alright. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We kept another world between them and us. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Is that what counts for winning against them? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York raises the brow above his blind eye. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Grim days are ahead for us indeed, then. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You're characteristically optimistic, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's one of my specialties. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes off her helmet, blinking in the artificial lighting. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to look over towards a window. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I could do it. Accept my own sacrifice. But that's the easy part. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I couldn't watch anyone else pay the same price. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's what happened today, isn't it? This Spartan? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands up and walks over toward the window, leaving her helmet on the bunk. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks toward the window as well. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We do what it takes, right? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We have to. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Exactly. So...we need to be prepared for whatever the Covenant throws at us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns her katana over in her hands, thumb brushing the triplicate symbol on its sheath. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That'll be difficult to swallow because of what we've already lost, but...if the time comes. Someone will go. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and looks at York, giving him a stern expression. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't go throwing yourself off the edge just yet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you all alive. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I won't if I don't have to. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming chuckles softly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You won't have to protect us all, Carolina. We protect each other. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina smirks, more forced than anything. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Of course we do. We're a team, right? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font col or=#FFFFFF>> Damn right we are. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You can count on that. color=#FFFFFF>> Damn right we are. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You can count on that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina seems deep in thought, perhaps even troubled. * Kalmiya sees Carolina standing outside Dr. Halsey's office. <Kalmiya> Yes, Agent Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at the sound of the AI's voice, almost wary. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'm here about my last mission. * Kalmiya gives Carolina a long stare. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares back, eyes narrowing defiantly. * Kalmiya opens the sliding door to Dr. Halsey's office. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Thanks. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks in with the barest hint of a swagger, asserting her right to be there. * Kalmiya slides the door shut and her hologram disappears. * Kalmiya reappears next to Dr. Halsey. * Doctor_Halsey seems to be expecting Carolina, merely clasping her hands on her desk as the Freelancer enters. <Doctor_Halsey> I know you didn't drop my name to command for your own amusement. <Doctor_Halsey> Risky, alerting them of the discovery you made. But now, that site is mine to handle as I see fit. * Doctor_Halsey peruses a file, expression a bit sour. <Doctor_Halsey> I would love to know why the ONI saw fit to assign a Spartan to your mission — and why that Spartan's information is a mess of black ink — but I won't compromise your objective. * Kalmiya accesses the datasheets, and selects one for Dr. Halsey. <Kalmiya> I believe this is the one you were searching for, doctor. <Doctor_Halsey> Ah, thank you. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I gave you that intel and technology because I know if there's one person who can use it to help Texas, it's you. * Doctor_Halsey seems amused. <Doctor_Halsey> That technology will enable the survival of the human race. And that's if we're lucky enough to decode it at all. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... yes. But you can also use it for Tex, right? <Doctor_Halsey> Beta is one AI. <Doctor_Halsey> Humanity is decimated by the hundreds with each passing day of this war. <Doctor_Halsey> I have priorities, Agent. But make no mistake, I can extract valuable information from the artifacts I examine. <Doctor_Halsey> I'll do what I can. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gives a slow nod. <Kalmiya> Agent Carolina, you had access to a tier-1 artifiact on Europa, is that correct? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... it is. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina produces the bag Wyoming gave her. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't even ask how I got this past security. * Doctor_Halsey watches calmly. <Kalmiya> I can conjure a few scenarios. * Kalmiya retains an innocent expression. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina produces the crystalline artifact from the sack, hefting it in one hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This... thing. It glowed, and for some reason... it was like I had to take it. * Doctor_Halsey is actually surprised at this. <Doctor_Halsey> Kalmiya. I presume you cut all security feeds at least ten seconds before Agent Carolina revealed her find? <Kalmiya> Possibly. * Kalmiya looks away slightly. * Doctor_Halsey taps an icon and her lab door locks from the inside. <Doctor_Halsey> Good. <Doctor_Halsey> Now let me have a look at that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina moves to hand over the artifact, setting it on Halsey's desk almost reluctantly. <Doctor_Halsey> ... fascinating. * Doctor_Halsey runs some passive scans on the object, standing to scrutinize it. <Doctor_Halsey> It's not geological at all. It's artificial. <Doctor_Halsey> If I didn't know any better... I'd say it's hardware. <Doctor_Halsey> Kalmiya. Compare data gathered from Anders' incomplete surveys and Sorvad's analyses. <Kalmiya> Yes, doctor Halsey. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches awkwardly, not really knowing what to do. <Doctor_Halsey> ... and feel free to borrow whatever Ackerson has collected in his archives, as well. * Kalmiya disappears to begin analyzing, with just a hint of a smirk at Halsey's last remark. * Kalmiya (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> So, uh... <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> will it help? * Doctor_Halsey looks up, annoyed. <Doctor_Halsey> You've done your part, Freelancer, now let me do mine. <Doctor_Halsey> You are dismissed. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens her mouth to protest, then clamps it shut. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'll hold you to that. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and exits Halsey's office, the door sliding open to let her out only to slam shut and bolt after her. * Doctor_Halsey has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... bitch. * Lt_Forenson (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Lt_Forenson * Lt_Forenson steps out of an adjacent debriefing room and spots Carolina walking down the corridor. <Lt_Forenson> Oh, there you are, Agent Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina salutes. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sir. <Lt_Forenson> We're needed to deploy for another operation, Agent. <Lt_Forenson> I've already informed your team. <Lt_Forenson> They're waiting for you in the armoury. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... another op? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks weary, then straightens up. <Lt_Forenson> The Covenant has found Furmiole. We're needed to deploy there ASAP. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina can't help her eyes widening. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... did you just say "Covenant?" <Lt_Forenson> That's right, Agent Carolina. It's time to get into the real action. <Lt_Forenson> One more thing...we're going to be assisting SPARTAN Noble Team. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, though she seems a little dazed. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... might as well be Spartans ourselves, at this point... <Lt_Forenson> You'll be reporting to Commander Carter-A259. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> of course, sir. <Lt_Forenson> Agents York, Maine, Michigan, and Virginia are preparing in the armoury. I'll see you during deployment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yes, sir. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We'll do our best. * Lt_Forenson heads off to prep his own Helljumpers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hurries to the armory, shaking off her trepidation. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine prepares multiple grenade belts around his body. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Phew...s'a lotta guns... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina enters the armory, donning her helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York has a shotgun shell bandoiler over his chest, M45 on his back. He's also holding a pair of magnums. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Carolina! Check out all this equipment! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You're gonna need it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York turns to see Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Heeey. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina heads over to York, noting his extra gear. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Pack as much as you can without overloading. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not going up against rebels this time. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks up his BR85 and looks for the perfect scope. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slips on another bandoiler over his other one, and checks his pistols. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oh, great. What's it this time? Covvies? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Actually, yes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York trembles a bit. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We'll be acting under the direction of Noble Team, a Spartan unit. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm not sure if I should be glad. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Our CO is now one Commander Carter-A259. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Spartans? Well...this is. New. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York scratches his helmet and takes some more pistol ammo, and tucks on a few grenades while he's at it. He also slips a combat knife onto a holster on his chestplate. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finds an über-complicated, state-of the art scope and grabs it. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I do not want a repeat of our prior engagements. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We fight as a team. Together. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs two railguns. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> This isn't Jonathan Ulan or some other psycho mook. This is something much bigger. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs slightly. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina opens up a private channel to York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods and opens up the channel as well. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) I'm worried. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs an M6/S and M363 <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) So I can imagine. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks down, makes a disgusted noise, and picks up some more grenades, latching them on wherever there's room on York's gear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs 25 "Sticky Detonator" grenades. * Delta_AI (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Rockets? Pfft. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Do I have to dress you myself? Pack more ammo! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) What are you, my fussy mom? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York collects even more ammo, before he can start to feel a bit weighed down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan packs 30 BR85 magazines. <Delta_AI> Agent York, if you pack any more, you will be unable to walk. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Sorry, sorry. Yeah, I know D. I can feel the weight... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Guys? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops halfway in the act of clipping another grenade onto York's belt and lets her hand rest on his chest plating for a moment. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) We're not Spartans, York. And the way we ended up last time... I'm glad you weren't there. That's why I'm worried. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine goes into a adjacent room and grabs a massive object before leaving the barracks to the landing pad. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Need me to carry anything? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine moves in front of Michigan and shoves a shotgun to his chest. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) I know, I know. I don't think I'll be able to move so well this way, either. Sooo... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps it there <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hands a few grenades to Mich and slips away. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps the grenades to himself <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine packs an abnormally large rocket launcher to his back, significantly different in size and appearance. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts loading up her own gear, taking the katana in her hands and contemplating it as if indecisive. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Agent Carolina, is your team ready to leave? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hears the query and straps the sword onto her back. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine stashes multiple rockets into a bag and places it around his leg. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Affirmative. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Good. We goin'? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger. You'll be in hangar bay ten. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine attaches a mysterious looking plate to each of his fists before leaving the barracks. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just think of it like this: you're going up against things that are like Agent Texas, on a bad day, with a grudge. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> And prepare accordingly. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Freelancers, the Mother of Invention has arrived over Furmiole. We have to drop fast, before that battlecruiser points their guns at us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina strides out of the armory. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You heard him, people! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Pelican leaves ASAP. So haul ass. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows Carolina out of the armor, confidentally, with his pistols and shotgun strapped down to his armor. * Four-Seven-Niner (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner * Foehammer (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Foehammer <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina * Lt_Forenson is waiting in hangar bay 10 with his ODSTs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina approaches Forenson, fully armored and armed. <Lt_Forenson> Okay everyone, these two dropships are our only ride on and off the ship. <Lt_Forenson> So, let's not dawdle once we're on the ground. * Four-Seven-Niner waves at the Freelancers as they enter the hangar bay. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Got it. <Four-Seven-Niner> Long time no see, guys. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey, Four-Seven-Niner! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Been a while, 479er. * Four-Seven-Niner fist-bumps Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes the pilot's hand after the fist-bump. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Good to have you back. <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah, glad I get to do something interesting for a change. <Four-Seven-Niner> Wyoming isn't on the team? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. Wish he was here, though. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... the ONI didn't pick him for this. Sorry. * Four-Seven-Niner hides her disappointment with a single nod. * Foehammer walks over to Four-Seven-Niner. <Foehammer> So you guys are the Freelancers? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. Guys, this is Foehammer. <Four-Seven-Niner> She's an ace pilot. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina regards the other pilot. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hello. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hey. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well if Four-Seven-Niner calls you an ace pilot, you must know your stuff. <Foehammer> Thanks. She's not so bad herself. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the ODSTs, then back at her team. * Lt_Forenson climbs on board Foehammer's Pelican with his team. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They tell you what we're getting into this time, Four-Seven-Niner? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. Aliens. Fantastic. * Four-Seven-Niner takes position behind the pilot's seat. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lays the large object on his lap, revealing it to be a turret. * Foehammer steps past the ODSTs and gets into the cockpit. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina boards the Pelican first, seating herself near the hatch. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan straps in <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York boards the Pelican second, taking a seat next to Carolina and strapping himself in. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains quiet, hands on the tops of her thighs. <Foehammer> (COM) Ready to leave? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger. <Foehammer> (COM) Then let's roll. * Four-Seven-Niner launches. * Foehammer launches simultaneously. <Foehammer> (COM) Hold on tight, people! It's gonna be a bumpy ride! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Oh boy. Here come the fighter squads. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fighters? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Any last-minute tips on outflying them, Foehammer? <Foehammer> (COM) Floor it. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Thanks for your help. * Foehammer laughs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina braces in her seat, glancing at York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York tightens his grip on his straps, also bracing. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> No one warned us! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> (COM) Just get us dirtside, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Trying my best. * Foehammer swerves around Four-Seven-Niner, drawing some of the enemy fire. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls a complex dive, further confusing the fighters. <Foehammer> (COM) Not bad. Keep it up. * Four-Seven-Niner is hit by a stream plasma fire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh shit. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls hard, trying to maintain the downward spiral. <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Hold on back there! * Foehammer adjusts her trajectory to stay close to Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slams into the back of her seat, only to be jerked forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I think... I'm starting to understand South... maybe just a little— <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York manages to stay in his seat, boots firmly planting on the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm hearing you there, Carolina... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Holding on! <Foehammer> (COM) Touching down in sixty seconds. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> (COM) Hope you're ready! <Foehammer> (COM) You steady, Four-Seven-Niner? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I'm levelling out. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around at her team, feeling a mixture of pride and dread. * Foehammer adjusts the Pelican's angle and pulls up as the ship flies horizontally not ten feet off the ground. * Four-Seven-Niner manages to pull a similar maneuver despite the Pelican's damage. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs one of her Magnums and preps it. * Foehammer pulls the Pelican to a hovering position behind a tall set of hills. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Be ready for action as soon as we're out. <Foehammer> (COM) Popping the hatch! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Go, go, go! * Four-Seven-Niner opens the hatch. * Lt_Forenson jumps out with the ODST team. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan loads his BR85. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes point, jumping out. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Hostiles just over the hilltops. Let's move, team! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York leaps out of the hatch, shotgun in hand. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps out with his turret ready. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Get in formation, people! * Foehammer takes off again, with Four-Seven-Niner following close behind. * Foehammer (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon * Four-Seven-Niner (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Commander, we're on the ground. What's your position? <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around as dots show up on her map. * ChanServ gives voice to Carter-A259 <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... lotta red out there. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) We're getting swarmed, Lieutenant! Might want to pick up the pace a little! <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger. We're three klicks out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan falls into formation <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) We'll hold out till then. Weapons free, Noble! * Lt_Forenson charges over the hills, guns blazing on the masses of enemies below. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts running toward the nav point indicated by her HUD. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly makes his way, raining fire upon the Covenant troops. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires her first shot at a Grunt, killing it instantly. * Lt_Forenson 's battle rifle is in a fury of flares, dropping enemy after enemy. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... fuck, they're ugly bastards... <Lt_Forenson> See? Not so hard to kill. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York quickly sprints towards the nav point, blowing the head of an enemy jackal clean off with a shotgun blast. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't get too cocky. <Lt_Forenson> Just watch out for the tall squid-heads. They've got energy shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan kills two Jackals in one burst * Lt_Forenson reloads, allowing York to cover him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine watches as 2 massive Hunter pairs approach him * Lt_Forenson takes aim again and starts firing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina tosses a grenade into a cluster of jackals after failing to penetrate their shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York catches two Grunts in a shotgun blast, watching them tumble to the ground. <Lt_Forenson> Aim for the weak spots on the Hunters! Shoot anything you see that's orange! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees the Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what the hell? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts shooting again while firing his Brute Shot with his right hand. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Mich, concentrate fire on those... things! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Forenson, I'm sending some support to your position. They'll be ahead of the rest of us, but we'll catch up. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger, sir. Make it quick! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Shoot for the, uh, orange! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York quivers. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's turret starts clicking. * Lt_Forenson ducks into cover as the Hunters open fire on them. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Is that thing made of...made of...gah! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rolls over to cover, almost getting hit with a fuel rod blast. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan kicks an Elite, then kills it with the sticky detonator * Lt_Forenson pokes his head out of cover and fires at the Hunters' backs with his battle rifle. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints towards one of the Hunters with his blade and slices it in half, covering himself in orange blood. * Lt_Forenson swears as his ODSTs are getting cut down one by one. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Why the hell were we dropped off here of all places? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Got something important in that facility we need to get to. Hold your position, Lieutenant. * Lt_Forenson grits his teeth as plasma splashes on his armour. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Yes...yes, sir. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprints sideways to avoid the fuel rod guns, firing repeatedly with her pistol as a distraction. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan pulls out a railgun <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine shoves a grenade into another Hunter's backside. * Lt_Forenson drops a trio of Grunts with headshots. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits one hunter in the helmet with a shotgun blast, then unsheathes his knife and shanks it multiple times in its exposed weak spot. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan instantly kills one Hunter with the railgun <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina ditches the Magnum and pulls out her katana, charging one of the remaining Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes position near York, reloading. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... ah, screw it. <Lt_Forenson> Carolina, the hell are you doing?!! Don't be a fool! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slides the knife back into the holster, then notices Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Don't, Carolina! We can't lose you, damn it! * Lt_Forenson fires at the Hunter, trying to distract it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina leaps as the alien brings down its shield, barely avoiding being crushed, and grabs hold of its spiked armor, vaulting. She lands behind the gigantic creature and stabs backward with her blade, not even glancing, listening as the blade sinks into soft coils. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then rips the sword out and turns as the Hunter roars and staggers, and slices through its "neck." * Lt_Forenson stares in disbelief for a moment. <Lt_Forenson> And they say Helljumpers are crazy... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Then you haven't met my friend Carolina! * Lt_Forenson turns to see more hostiles converging on them. <Lt_Forenson> Damn, we've got more Hunter pairs, coming out of the facility! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine looks at Carolina's six as an entire horde of split-lipped alien approach with glowing swords. * Lt_Forenson shifts fire, backpedalling and reaching for a grenade. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina regards the Elites. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Maine! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York vaults under an Elite and shoots it in the thigh, before climbing up and then shoving his knife into it's back. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly kicks off the aliens from Carolina <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina places a hand on Maine's shoulder for a moment. "Thanks." <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine nods back. <Lt_Forenson> Dammit, we're going to be overrun. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Thom-293 <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> (COM) Not today! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 charges through a mass of Covenant on a Warthog, splattering a dozen of them in a second. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 drives over the hill right behind Emile, rampaging through the aliens. <Lt_Forenson> Holy shit! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at the incoming Spartan, jumping back from the carnage. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Hey, ugly! Look over here! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 drives straight at a Hunter. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 is doing circles around the other aliens, avoiding gunfire and running them over as well. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine snatches his shotgun from Michigan's chest. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 runs over not one, but three Hunters. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Freelancers! Form up on me! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan forms up <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 drives in from the side and runs over the last one. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls the knife from the Elite's back, sheathing it. He approaches Carolina and Maine, having a helmet covered in purple blood. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks York over. "Please don't tell me you're keeping that paintjob." <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Could use a gunner on the back! <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Negative, don't slow down! * Lt_Forenson continues fire, a bit more easily now that the enemy lines are thinned out. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly shakes himself of the Hunters' blood. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina then looks over at the Warthogs, a plan forming. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I like my new style. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York forms up with the other Freelancers. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sprints toward Emile's Warthog without saying a word. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Whoa! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 swerves to avoid running over Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grabs hold of the Warthog and jumps up, grasping the turret and situating herself. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Drive. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 floors it. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Holy shit, how did you not kill yourself, lady? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires the machine gun at the Covenant aliens, mowing them down. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Let's just say I'm good. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> I haven't even seen Spartans do that... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina activates an IFF tag, 077. * Lt_Forenson regroups the surviving Helljumpers and pushes the remaining Covenant back. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Well then. I guess I'm not a Spartan, am I? <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 doesn't reply to this and concentrates on running people over. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Forenson, did my backup arrive yet? <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger, sir. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine yells at York with a garbled voice. "Move up!" <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 cuts through an entire line of Grunts in one power-slide. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns the chaingun this way and that, cutting through shields and armor. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Cool! * Lt_Forenson sees Carolina taking out all the enemies around them and corners the last handful of Covenant with his ODSTs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves, shotgun hoisted forward. * Lt_Forenson finishes off the rest of the aliens with ease in a web of gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York catches one last grunt and blows his head open with a shotgun blast. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's the last of 'em! * Lt_Forenson lowers his gun and pants heavily. <Lt_Forenson> Whew. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 stops the Warthog next to Thom. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 disembarks with Emile. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs, relieved. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Sir! Noble Four and Noble Six, as requested! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine rolls his neck with a loud 'crack' <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hops down off the Warthog, dusting her armor off. <Lt_Forenson> Thanks for the help, Noble. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks at her Freelancers, relieved they're okay. * Lt_Forenson looks around. <Lt_Forenson> Four ODSTs KIA, two WIA. Shit. Not a good start. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got more reinforcements farther in, sir. * Lt_Forenson looks at Thom. <Lt_Forenson> It's never a good thing to lose troopers, Spartan. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Yes, sir. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rubs his helmet, some purple blood smudging on his fingers. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Anyone got a towel or something? <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 's gaze is turned towards Maine. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> So, uh...you guys those what-do-they-call-its...Freelancers? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sure are. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine glares back at Emile. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps a little between the two of them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're here to kill the aliens. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine growls at Emile before acknowledging Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Well...you guys don't do your job too bad. All things considered. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Still...keep up if you can. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 gives Emile an impercepible shake of the head. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 pretends not to see it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notices Emile's rank. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're capable, Warrant Officer. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 nods but doesn't say anything more. <Lt_Forenson> Right then. What did your Commander want us to do in this facility? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got some scientists to extract. The Covenant is crawling all over the place in this region though. <Lt_Forenson> Then let's get to work. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks back to the legion of dead aliens. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So we found out. <Lt_Forenson> Will Carter be joining us? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Negative. He's being held up dealing with that battlecruiser. * Lt_Forenson looks around at the assorted UNSC troops. <Lt_Forenson> We should be able to suffice. Let's move. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Yes...sir. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 takes point and enters the facility. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 glances one more time at Maine before following suit. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls in behind the Spartans. * Lt_Forenson stays in the centre of the formation, weapon ready. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Carolina <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stays in formation. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lastly follows the formation. <Lt_Forenson> Where are the scientists, Noble Six? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> They should be seven levels down, sir. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Careful. The place is swarming with Covenant. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina mutters. "Lovely." <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Looks like my armor isn't gonna get any cleaner... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> We can sneak down... <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Strange. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Why is this place empty? <font color=#848484><Thom-293> It was crawling with Covenant just a few minutes ago. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That's usually a bad sign. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises her BR, scanning for hostiles. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) This is First Lieutenant Joseph Forenson to any civilians in the facility. Do you copy? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Tangos only bug out when they're scared... or planning something. * Lt_Forenson shakes his head when he gets no response. <Lt_Forenson> These aliens think on a whole different level. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> So it's going to be the latter. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 leads the team to sublevel seven with no resistance, and calls a halt. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Something's definitely not right. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina steps toward York, turning so he has her back. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> You can say that again. * Lt_Forenson pauses and taps his COM. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Say again? What? You're breaking up. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Are you sure? How's that even possible? I don't know. Okay. I'll see if I spot anything. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan finds cover <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York guards Carolina's back, eyes peeled for anything. * Lt_Forenson turns to the team. <Lt_Forenson> I have news. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Good or bad? <Lt_Forenson> I'm not sure. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Bad it is then. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Just tell us what we need to know. <Lt_Forenson> The Covenant battlecruiser has vanished. Just...disappeared completely. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> What? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> You mean it jumped into Slipspace? <Lt_Forenson> No. Just vanished. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...Invisibility? <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 (cfbe3c01@gateway/web/freenode/ip.207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Wait. What's that? <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 point at a large alien device welded into the centre of the floor in the facility's core chamber. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Whoa... <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> The Covenant is definitely up to something... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina remains where she is. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I have a bad feeling about this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York keeps his boots pinned to the floor. * Lt_Forenson flinches as a gigantic blue beam shoots out of the top of the device, rumbling into the sky with an ominous boom. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> What the hell was that? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina jumps back slightly, weapon raised. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps, shotgun primed. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That cannot be good. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Ground teams, report! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> It may be a transmitter. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Covenant battlecruiser detected above the facility. Attempts to ground it with our MAC guns, unsuccessful. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Ma'am? How the hell did the cruiser get past the entire perimeter of MAC guns? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> You don't suppose it teleported... <Lt_Forenson> Shit. Let's move, people! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> RUN! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Battlecruiser opening fire on the facility, Lieutenant! Get out of there! <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 is suddenly thrown back as the alien device is hit by a huge ray of plasma and explodes, shattering metal and white plasma everywhere. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Damn! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ow! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 pulls Thom to his feet and notices that the floor is breaking apart. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Freelancers, retreat! <Lt_Forenson> Everyone, topside, now! * Lt_Forenson urges the others to make their way up the facility as the walls come crumbling and crashing down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs faster <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sprints as fast as his legs can take him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina checks her team and hurries up the stairs. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 grabs Emile and Forenson, and activates his jetpack. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> Hang on! <Lt_Forenson> You can't be serious... <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 soars up and around the stairs easily escaping the ground that is breaking apart beneath them. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine runs behind Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan activates his speed unit and runs as fast as he can <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows suit, hastily grabbing York and Maine as well. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Ahhh! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM)... the battlecruiser appears to be focusing its fire on the facility. Almost like they're digging. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Copy that, ma'am. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York just makes it, landing on the ground outside the facility. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Phew... <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now what? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is blown out, landing hard on his chest. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Noble Two, you still got that bomb the Commander hauled along? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) MFDD en route. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina gets up from where she landed and checks Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves over to Maine, also checking him. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine, you alright? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grumbles <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... he'll be fine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Heh, I'll take that as a yes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York tries to help up the bear of a man. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly attempts to get up but lands into the ground again. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 walks over and offers Maine a hand up. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York brushes off a bit of dirt on Maine's shoulderplate. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly jumps up at Emile's presence <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> (COM) My transport was shot down, Lieutenant. I'll be making this delivery myself. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Roger that. <font color=#848484><Thom-293> We've got Covenant incoming on our position, and lots of them. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) I'm going to rally the troops. We have to keep those hostiles off the Lieutenant Commander's back for as long as possible. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters cover * Lt_Forenson turns to Carolina. <Lt_Forenson> Everyone else...keep pushing forward. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Got it, sir. <Lt_Forenson> See you on the far side. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine instantly takes out his large rocket launcher * Lt_Forenson gathers the troops and runs off towards the horde of enemy masses. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods, then looks at her Freelancers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> You heard the man! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Hold the line! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> LET'S GO! <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Carter-A259 <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Jun-A266 <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 cuts his way through the Covenant lines with a hail of machinegun fire. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts firing at the swarms, the explosions rocking dozens of them with giant explosions. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Agent Carolina, good to see you! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina nods and keeps firing. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 sprints across the battlefield, accompanied by a Marine escort. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Keep pushing, Noble! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pops a shell from his shotgun's ejection port, then loads up a few more rounds from his bandolier. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 continues to cover Kat, turret blazing. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks off Drones in dozens <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York takes a pair of grenades and primes both of them, flinging them towards the enemy and pelting at them with shotgun blast after blast. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 guns down a mass of Covenant and waves Kat through the hole in the enemy forces. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires off precise shots with her BR. "Everyone came to this party." <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 keeps running even as her Marines take fire and fall, firing with her Magnum and taking out nearby hostiles with headshots. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> We've got hornets covering us, but there's not much time! Kat, go! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Set the bomb! <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> Copy that, Commander. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine starts focusing on occupied buildings, easily leveling them. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 sees a group of Ultras moving to confront Kat, and he guns them down one by one. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is knocked over on his behind by an explosion. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oomph! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets all his purple blood flicked off his armor <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 punches in the activation code for the MFDD and is rewarded when the screen turns red, displaying a countdown. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 keeps running, following the nav marker on her HUD. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lifts York by his back. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Agh...thanks, Maine. Returning the favor. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 continues to shoot at any enemies close to Kat's position. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine nods. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits a Grunt with his shotgun, one-handed, who was advancing on Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan uses a Sticky Detonator to kill a Brute <font color=#706A15><Jun-A266> (COM) Kat, look out! You've got two Banshees coming up on you. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 seems to ignore Jun, leaping and running toward the delivery point. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina fires at one of the incoming Banshees frantically. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 spots the Banshees, and raises his gun to distract them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Bring 'em down! <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sprays the aircraft, managing to destroy one of them with a persist stream of gunfire. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 adjusts his aim to the other one. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 picks up speed toward the objective, then is thrown up and back by a fuel rod explosion. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> (COM) Spartan down! <font color=#848484><Thom-293> (COM) I've got her! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly fires at the leading Banshee and destroys it in a magnificent explosion. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 fights his way through the Covenant lines, ignoring the hits he takes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hits an advancing elite straight in the jaw(s) with another shotgun blast. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 is conflicted between covering Thom and protecting Kat. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 manages to make his way to Kat, and looks down at her shattered visor and the nuke clutched in her destroyed arm. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 struggles to move, her arm unresponsive as the armor along her shoulder smokes and melts. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 presses forward, trying frantically to get to Kat. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 forces her head to turn and looks at the bomb, her vision blurred but seeing the impending countdown. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> I have to... get up... <font color=#848484><Thom-293> I've got it, ma'am. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... Thom? <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 takes the nuke from Kat's injured arm and steps back. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... Thom, come back... that's an order... <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 pretends not to hear as he activates his jetpack and flies off. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 runs up next to Kat just in time to see Thom take off. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 seems to relax as she watches Thom fly away, weakly focusing on him. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> ... please... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 manages to reach Kat and Emile, and shoots at the enemies around them, keeping them at bay. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Let's get her out of here. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 nods grimly and picks up Kat, and carefully carries her away. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits a high-pitched snarl as she bludgeons an Elite with the butt of her rifle, then fires point-blank in another's face. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 stays in front of Emile and the injured Kat, making sure they don't take any hits. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 sees Emile carrying Kat but forces himself to focus on helping the Freelancers. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 snipes out several enemies that are swarming Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York makes another Elite eat his knife, then kicking it in the chest before giving it a shotgun facial. The pellets miss the knife, gladly, as York goes over to yank it from the alien's corpse. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees an Elite with an energy sword approaching, and pulls out her own sword. The Elite runs at her, but she does a backflip when he swings, only to kick him hard in the midsection, pop his shields with a blow to the neck, then stab through the roof of his mouth, the blade protruding from his helmet. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 stops and looks up at the sight of numerous explosions engulfing the battlecruiser, which has now ceased digging into the ground. <font color=#848484> * Thom-293 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Thom... <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Thom, SPARTAN-293, do you copy? <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Come in, Noble Six. That's an order. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) ...Thom? <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 looks up as well, and shakes his head silently. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 turns her head groggily, trying to push Emile away but failing. * Lt_Forenson charges over the hills with an entire platoon of ODSTs, all firing furiously on the Covenant. <Lt_Forenson> (COM) Sorry about the delay, sir. We were held up until that battlecruiser stopped sending in dropships. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Don't worry about it, Lieutenant. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York 's shotgun clicks empty, and hits another Grunt over the head with the hilt like a baseball bat. He slaps the M45 on his back before reaching for his dual magnums, firing a hail of bullets towards an advancing jackal. A few bullets ricochet off the shield and hit a few more Grunts, before the jackal succumbs to the wave of lead and dies. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina picks up the fallen energy sword hilt and ignites it, wielding it in her left hand while the katana stays in her right. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Let's finish this, everyone. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 places Kat safely where the ODSTs can cover her well. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine ditches his rocket launcher and begins running in one direction letting off a line of grenades, resulting in explosions. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 gives a roar of fury and lets loose on the Covenant with his shotgun, blasting them apart one after the other. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina emits a harsh laugh as more Elites run at her, enraged that she's holding one of their swords. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sprays an Elite with his turret until its shields fail and blood sprays from its body. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 watches as it tumbles back into the ranks of aliens before cutting them all down too relentlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York regroups with Carolina, holstering one magnum and pulling his knife out. Using a combination of sharp objects and bullets, fells the squidheads one-by-one. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands back to back with York as the Elites start to thin out. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 fires at an almost consistent speed, reloading swiftly and taking an Elite through the head, a second through the mouth, and a third through the eye. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Oop! Big one! <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm on it. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 mows down Grunts and Jackals with his assault rifle, and comes face-to-face with an Elite. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 ducks the Elite's swing, and smashes his rifle into its chest, sending it flying back and taking out its shields. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shoves the barrel of his gun into its gut and presses his fingers down on the trigger until it's dead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York notices a Field Marshall standing before him, clutching not one, but two, energy swords. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> And he looks...mean. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina draws up to her full height, holding the katana down while pointing the energy sword at the Field Marshall. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 moves to cover Maine, seeing how many of the Covenant are intent on swarming him. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Look what I've got. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 blows off a Grunt's head with one shotgun blast, before firing a second pellet point-blank into an overzealous Elite's torso, tearing it in half. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York points the knife and the pistol at the Marshall. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 turns around and brings the barrel of his shotgun down on another Grunt's head, and whacks a Jackal horizontally in one smooth motion. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Um, yeah. Mine's short, but sweet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York coughs. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly kicks the Field Marshall from York and activates the plates on his fists, revealing large daggers. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> York? Piss it off. That's an order. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 fires some shots from a distance at the Field Marshall to get its attention. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 puts a round into the Field Marshall's abdomen, taking down half its shields. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York charges towards the marshall and reels under him, firing a few shots at it's legs before shoving a knife into it's belly, bringing it's shields down completely. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Now, Carolina! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina lunges and swings with the energy sword, cutting off its head. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 kicks the headless body away, and sprays the surrounding enemies with automatic fire to cover Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan shoots a Brute's head off with a railgun. Its blood lands on Carolina, Maine, Wyoming, and York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets his armor splattered in blood, yet again. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I got it cleaned last time, damn it! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sorry, York! <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina hacks at a few more enemies with the energy sword, then grunts when it flickers out. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Piece of crap. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina wields her katana with both hands again. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 sidesteps a Jackal and puts a close-range shotgun blast into the side of its head. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 turns and shoots an Elite right in the chest with a second round, taking out its shields. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 guns down the unshielded Elite with the same fury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sheathes his knife and takes the other pistol out, giving a pair of Jackals a point-blank blast to both of their heads. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> (COM) Not long now. The Covenant forces are cut off now that their ship's been taken out. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 puts two rounds into a Hunter's neck, neatly decapitating it. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 fires a third round into an Elite's head, the bullet flying right through and taking out two Jackals behind it. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina dodges plasma pistol bolts and cuts into some Grunts, shoving her blade all the way through the last and then throwing it aside. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 sees another Elite rushing him, and coolly drops it with the last round in his magazine. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Fish in a barrel. Kill 'em all. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina has an eerie calm tone, devoid of her usual emotion. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods grimly, and reloads yet again to take down more hostiles. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gives a brute a kick to the crotch, watching it reel back and clutch it's nether regions in pain as he puts the ape out of his misery. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina engages an Elite with her sword and fist, swinging and stabbing, flashing back to her fight with Texas. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina growls, punctuating each word with a punch. "Fucking... alien... bastards..." <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 aims at a Hunter, firing the turret furiously. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 sidesteps the fuel rod shot fired at him, and keeps advancing, putting bullet after bullet into the Hunter's belly. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 blocks the Hunter's shield swipe with his turret, and retalites by kicking it in the soft abdomen, knocking it back. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 points his turret's barrel at the Hunter again and keeps shooting until it's dead. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina whirls, kicking a Jackal in the face, her frenzy picking up as her movements become faster, more surgical. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Why can't... we just fucking win... just once! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York steps over the Brute's corpse and puts his knife back in it's sheath, before planting his magnum back on his hip and reloading his shotgun. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Hey! Crazy lady! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 tosses his shotgun at Carolina. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina catches the shotgun, then blows a Grunt's head into goo splatter. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 dashes at an Elite and tackles it to the ground. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 snatches the Elite's energy sword and runs it through with it. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 gets up and begins slashing and hacking at every hostile around him. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 spots an Elite lunging at Carolina with an energy dagger, and shoots it in the back, taking down its shields. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 rushes past Carolina, punching it in the face so hard that its brains fly out of its pulverized face. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina whirls only to see the Elite fall dead. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... thanks. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 nods at Carolina. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 shakes the blood off his fist and keeps moving. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine notices a bright glowing sphere at his feet. He growls quickly runs as it begins making a loud charging sound. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is blown meters away, his visor shattered and his armor suddenly battered and scorched. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine! <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 sees Maine fall and cuts his way through the enemies to cover him. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sees Maine go flying and, momentarily free of immediate hostiles, dashes toward him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan covers Maine <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 picks up Maine and slings him over his shoulder. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> I got him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine throws up blood in his helmet. Now his vision completely blacked by red, he falls unconscious. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York decides to stand back up on top of the brute's corpse, waiting for the grunts to come to him and pulls his other pistol out, giving a grunt a point-blank shotgun blast and a few pistol pelts towards an Elite, chipping it's shields. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Not many of them left! Keep pushing! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You can say that again! Agh! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps up and decks an Elite with a double kick to the chest, landing on his chest and quickly picking himself up. The Sangheili is not so quick, lying on the ground with it's shields depleted. York steps on it's neck, and gives it a shotgun facial yet again. Now he's got blood all up on his boots. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 snipes out the last two Elites. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stares at all the dead bodies, human and Covenant, around them, silent and seemingly rooted to the spot. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 deposits Maine down next to Kat, where a team of ODSTs are covering them. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shoots one Jackal from the side, then kills the other who had panicked and turned his back to run. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 kills the last of the enemies with a hail of machinegun fire. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 lowers his assault rifle, and stands still, looking at the carnage around them. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina walks toward a Grunt that isn't quite dead yet, cowering and whimpering. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands over the wounded alien, silent, then places a boot over its neck. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina twists her foot quickly, crushing the alien's throat, and it dies slowly, cries fading into gurgles, then silence. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 walks to Carter's side but doesn't say anything. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is grimly staring at Kat and Maine's injured forms. * Lt_Forenson grimaces and clutches at the plasma burns that had penetrated his suit, and staggers over to the others. <Lt_Forenson> Looks like we actually won this one. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods but says nothing. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina calmly turns and walks toward the others. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is now looking up at the sky, where the explosions were fading out from the remains of the battlecruiser. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, regrouping with the others. He'd taken a plasma shot to the shoulder, but it wasn't anything serious. He's clutching the wound. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You...you lost one of your buddies, didn't you. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 stands up from where he was examining Kat and Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Sorry for your loss. We've...lost too many of our own. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods silently. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands a little off to the side from Jorge, gaze inscrutable behind her visor. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> The Freelancer is fine. He'll need surgery, but there won't be permanent damage. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> And Kat? <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> She wasn't as lucky. That fuel rod blast took out her shields and fused part of her armour to her bicep. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> Not to mention, she's lost a lot of blood and most of the muscles in her arm are destroyed. <font color=#D50039>< <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 <font color=#D50039>> She'll...need it replaced. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 turns her head slowly, only half hearing Emile's words. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods again, masking his true emotions. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> Thom... where's...where'd he go... <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 bows his head, and his grip on his turret slackens. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Just rest now, Kat. We're getting out of here. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 <font color=#999797>> But Commander, I have to... <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 falls silent as her helmet lolls, having passed out. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 slowly gets up and turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> We couldn't have done it without you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, and walks towards Carolina. His wound is getting slightly worse. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet for a long moment, then clenches a fist. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Sorry we didn't do enough. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 shakes his head. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> The responsibility was mine. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shakes her head slightly, then turns to look at York. * Lt_Forenson takes off his helmet and looks around at all the dead ODSTs scattered on the battlefield. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 walks over to Forenson. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Sorry about your losses. <Lt_Forenson> Yeah. Sorry about yours. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> A life is a life, Lieutenant. A Spartan's is no more valuable than anyone else's. * Lt_Forenson takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. <Lt_Forenson> Thank you, sir. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine suddenly walks and takes a loud breathe while clutching a large portion of his stomach. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine falls back into consciousness. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York coughs, and leans on Carolina. He seems rather exhausted. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 nods and looks back at the others. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina slowly brings up an arm to support York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... take it easy. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 sees two Pelicans coming in and settling over the battlefield. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Atleast we won, huh? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York hacks, again. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Took three plasma shots to the shoulder. And...hey. There's no victory without sacrifice. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah, we "won" alright. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks around at all the bodies. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> But I don't think winning is everything. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You're right. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Let's get out of here, everyone. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Four-Seven-Niner has been instructed to bring you back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#999797>< <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 <font color=#999797>> Everyone else, get on board Echo Four-Nineteen. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards 479 * Lt_Forenson follows with his ODSTs. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina helps York toward the LZ, moving slow enough that it doesn't hurt him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York struggles to support himself. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Careful, Carolina. You might have to carry me all the way there. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York chuckles, albeit weakly. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 carries Kat on board Foehammer's Pelican, walking a little quickly, as if he didn't want to see everything he was leaving behind. <font color=#D50039> * <font color=#8E8983>Emile-A239 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797> * <font color=#33B7E8>Catherine-B320 has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks over her shoulder briefly at the Nobles, then turns her attention back to the LZ. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 glances at the Freelancers but doesn't say anything before climbing on board. <font color=#706A15> * Jun-A266 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 looks briefly at the destroyed facility and the neat, perfectly circularly hole dug into the ground, before turning away and boarding the Pelican. <font color=#999797> * <font color=#557FE8>Carter-A259 (459ea99d@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.158.169.157) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 is standing next to Carolina. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> staring up at the sky. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> I didn't know him for long...but he was one of us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina keeps staring straight ahead, York's arm draped over her shoulders. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Took out an entire ship with just one bomb. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Brave. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Guess that's one way to go. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> He knew it was a one-way trip... <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> ...guess we all make it sooner or later. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 looks at the Freelancers sitting on board Four-Seven-Niner's Pelican. <font color=#96253C>< <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 <font color=#96253C>> Take care of them, Major O'Donnell. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina helps York board the Pelican, then turns abruptly upon hearing her name. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I will. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I have to. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 nods and slowly turns away to board Echo 419. <font color=#96253C> * <font color=#C19717>Jorge-052 (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is helped aboard the Pelican, then straps himself in. * Lt_Forenson is sitting at the back of the Pelican with the remainder of his ODSTs. <Lt_Forenson> These Covenant guys sure make a mess, huh. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet, leaning forward slightly in a broody posture. <Lt_Forenson> Is it easier for you to kill them because of what they are? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina raises her helmet slightly. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> No. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> It's easier for me to kill them because I really want to. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Because they remind me of... something. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina falls silent again. <Lt_Forenson> Good. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... I do know one thing, though. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> For the first time in a long time, we have a job to do. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Not for the Director. Not for ONI. For humanity. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. And it's for a worthy cause. * Lt_Forenson 's dishevelled face breaks into a smile. <Lt_Forenson> Welcome to the party, Freelancers. <Lt_Forenson> We're glad to have you join the fight. * Lt_Forenson notices that the Pelican has docked inside the Mother of Invention's hangar bay. <Lt_Forenson> Well, let's all limp down to recovery then. I've got a few burns need treating. * Lt_Forenson hops off the Pelican with a slight wince, followed by his ODSTs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York grunts and lifts himself off his seat. He looks better, and manages to walk his way out of the Pelican. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina follows York closely, unwilling to let him injure himself. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stops for a moment. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina. Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gestures to Maine. * Lt_Forenson (459ea99d@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stops short. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notes Maine's condition and reluctantly backs off from York. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> C'mon. Let's get you to recovery. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina grunts as she hefts Maine up by his arms, only able to handle his weight thanks to the armor's circuits. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'll do the pulling. You just keep him from flopping around. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Riiight. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York holds him up by his legs. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> This guy is heavy... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina half-drags Maine to Recovery with York. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York lays him down on a bed. * Doctor_Halsey (cfbe3c01@gateway/web/freenode/ip.207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon * Doctor_Halsey is standing in the Recovery ward, already having pulled up the Freelancers' med files. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns to face Halsey after helping situate Maine, taking off her helmet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> What are you doing here? * Doctor_Halsey deadpans. <Doctor_Halsey> I'm a doctor. * Doctor_Halsey brings up Maine's vital stats, watching coolly as Mother of Invention's medical staff tend to him. <Doctor_Halsey> But I'm not here to apply bandaids. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls his helmet off, revealing his face. He also takes off his chest plate and looks to his plasma burn wound. * Doctor_Halsey tsks upon seeing the burn. <Doctor_Halsey> Shielding wasn't enough, I see. Leonard always was... unimaginative with his training methods. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Those guns the aliens got are really good at taking out shields. <Doctor_Halsey> Plasma weaponry. Something we have yet to replicate. <Doctor_Halsey> You seem to get by well enough using projectiles, though. * Doctor_Halsey walks over and inspects the burned tissue, then sprays on a solution. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York winces a bit, then relaxes. <Doctor_Halsey> This will help with the pain. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That does help. Thanks. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches, not sure about Halsey. * Doctor_Halsey looks at Carolina. <Doctor_Halsey> What about you? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm... fine. * Doctor_Halsey nods curtly, then consults her glasses. <Doctor_Halsey> Ah. Yes. How timely. <Doctor_Halsey> Forgive me, Agent, but I must go. My attention is required elsewhere. * Doctor_Halsey taps the side of her glasses, gives Carolina a knowing look, then turns and walks out of Recovery. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Wait... <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina starts to walk after Halsey, only to stop as a ping sounds from her helmet. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina scowls and picks up the helmet, putting it on. A file appears on her HUD. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... what the hell? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York slumps against the walls of the recovery bay. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina watches as the medics attend to Maine and wheel him off for surgery, then sits down on one of the bunks and motions for York to join her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York nods and walks over. His wound no longer bothers him, and his armor is back on sans helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming appears in the medbay door, minus his armor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How goes it, lads? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stops, and looks to Wyoming. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices their downcast expressions and sobers himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry about my absence. Missouri was talking to me all day. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And...there was something else. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gives Carolina a meaningful look. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina notices but only gives a subtle nod. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Today was a bit...chaotic. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Maine's unconcious. I got hit a few times in the shoulder. I had it easier. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Is that so? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> In case you weren't aware... we're fighting aliens now. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> The Covenant. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's better than the alternative. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming strides over and takes a seat across from them. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> They can kill Spartans. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're really gonna have to step up our game. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So you had casualties. It wasn't that Jorge fellow, was it? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Nope. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I thought not. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> It was another Noble. Didn't know his name. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And what did we gain? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> The carrier was destroyed. That's how the he went out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Hell of a way to go out, but heroic none the less. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hmm. . . not much, considering how many ships they seem to have. But a SPARTAN for a small army isn't bad, from a certain viewpoint. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> One man. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> No less disheartening. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But it may come down to that. Our lives for thousands. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina shifts uneasily. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We're not used to... this. We weren't trained to blow ourselves up for the mission. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sighs. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> ...You're right. And we're fighting for humanity, after all. Not some bastard who manipulated us into his bidding. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Humanity. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Carolina? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina glances at the information on her HUD, skimming through paragraphs about AI research, all Doctor Halsey's writing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> ... nothing. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We won, right? <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina sits up, attempting to appear alright. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We kept another world between them and us. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Is that what counts for winning against them? <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York raises the brow above his blind eye. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Grim days are ahead for us indeed, then. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> You're characteristically optimistic, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's one of my specialties. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina takes off her helmet, blinking in the artificial lighting. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to look over towards a window. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I could do it. Accept my own sacrifice. But that's the easy part. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I couldn't watch anyone else pay the same price. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's what happened today, isn't it? This Spartan? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina stands up and walks over toward the window, leaving her helmet on the bunk. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks toward the window as well. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> We do what it takes, right? <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> We have to. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Exactly. So...we need to be prepared for whatever the Covenant throws at us. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns her katana over in her hands, thumb brushing the triplicate symbol on its sheath. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> That'll be difficult to swallow because of what we've already lost, but...if the time comes. Someone will go. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina turns and looks at York, giving him a stern expression. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Don't go throwing yourself off the edge just yet. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> I'm gonna do whatever it takes to keep you all alive. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> I won't if I don't have to. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming chuckles softly. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You won't have to protect us all, Carolina. We protect each other. <font color=#58C6E1> * Agent_Carolina smirks, more forced than anything. <font color=#58C6E1><Agent_Carolina> Of course we do. We're a team, right? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York <font color=#FFFFFF>> Damn right we are. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You can count on that.