RP:Red vs Blue: Revolution/Episode 3

 Episode III: The Lost Freelancer

 I'm not so sure if it was a good idea to continue these augmentations.  Everyone's knocked out again.  Well, mostly.  And this time we've got even less Freelancers.  * Agent_Wyoming enters Mother of Invention's bridge.  Not to mention South and Cal are against us.  Wyoming, anything to report?  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.