RP:Red vs Blue: Revolution

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

* Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon  Who the fuck are you?  Agent Pennsylvania  Oh.  Ranked #49 on the leaderboard, is that right?  #48, now that Connie's dead.  Agent Pennsylvania, on loan from the 1st Infantry Division  1st Infantry Division?  You're from the resistance?  * Agent_Texas snatches Wyoming's rifle * ChanServ gives channel operator status to Agent_Texas  I'm on loan from the UNSC <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas has kicked Agent_PA from #halo-fanon (Agent_PA) <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Rifle. . . :( <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hands back the rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tankoo! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Stop speaking like an idiot. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Very well. I'd only ask you be aware of the spy in our midst. * Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon <Agent_PA> I'm on loan from the UNSC First Infantry <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There are no infantry soldiers in Project Freelancer. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wash? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You want a turn? <Agent_PA> Killed, oh, lemme count, about one thousand rebels <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas locks the door, sealing PA in. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're not Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So let's find out who you are. <Agent_PA> I'm from the unsc!  * ChanServ gives channel operator status to Agent-Washington <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California uses combat engineering to further block door <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thanks, Cal. * Agent_PA breaks out with his thermite grenade, continuing to panty raid Carolina's room <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> PA, I swear to god. <Agent_PA> Too late <Agent_PA> Already stole em, and gave em to texas <Agent_PA> Merry motherfucking Christmas <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas uses them to strangle PA. <Agent_PA> OW <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington has kicked Agent_PA from #halo-fanon (We don't tolerate perverts in this outfit.) <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ouch. * Agent_PA (443f77a4@gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs PA <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You, show me who you really are. <Agent_PA> What? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Or do you want me to bend some stuff the wrong way? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming restrains PA's arms. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington hands Texas the knife. * Agent_PA remove his helmet, revealing Adamska-B156 <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Just cut some things off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hm... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe I'll start with the eyes. <Agent_PA> HEY <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Or should it be the tongue? <Agent_PA> I said i'm a SPARTAN from the UNSC <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Spartans? <Agent_PA> Here's my ID too <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> One of our rivals. They don't compare. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Did you hear that, boys? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This guy comes from the Spartan project. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> You cut out the tongue, he can't tell you anything. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fair enough. Eyes it is then. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You know what we do to Spartans? <Agent_PA> NO <Agent_PA> What you want to know <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's move him somewhere else. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't want to make a mess in Carolina's room. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, after you. Where do you want him? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Training room? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Training room. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's extra equipment there if we want other ways to torture him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Might make him talk easier. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes Carolina's signature shock baton before leaving. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I won't cut him up just yet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But let's make him piss himself first. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Coming Cal? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I have to go, guys. I'm being implanted with Epsilon in ten minutes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> See you later, Wash <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You don't want to see this anyway. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas drags PA into the training room and locks all the doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> FILSS, shut off the surveillance. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas ties PA down onto the floor and activates the shock baton. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming raises eyebrow, then looks the other way. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cover your ears. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This stings like a bitch if you're not armoured. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas starts beating PA with the baton, simultaneously bruising and electrocuting him. * Agent_PA remains stoic <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shrugs <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls out the knife. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So, what's it going to be? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fingers, eyes, nose? <Agent_PA> Fingers <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Actually, I have a better idea. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come here, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take off the rest of PA's armour. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> All of it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Erm. What exactly are you intending? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just do it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming complies under duress. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds PA down and holds the knife in front of his face. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll give you three guesses at what I'm thinking. * Agent_PA simply smiles knowingly <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Nothing? <Agent_PA> Imma guess you're gonna cut my dick off? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wrong. <Agent_PA> What then? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas flips PA on his back and sticks the knife up his ass. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Worse. <Agent_PA> AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pushes it deeper <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas twists slowly <Agent_PA> SPARTAN..B156...Adamska..Serial number..2319 <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thank you. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the knife out sharply. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, bring him to recovery. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings in a gurney with a couple of medics. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And then send him in for interrogation. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll do some checks on his numbers <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The OFFICIAL one this time? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Nah. No one needs to know about this. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shakes his head at all this unpleasantness, but doesn't object. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas wipes off the knife and hands it to Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ew. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Don't hesitate to get creative if you have to. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks off. * Agent_PA is shaking and whimpering, curled up in the fetal position <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, he's going to need assistance in the bathroom for months. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas starts digging up info on the Spartan <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings PA to recovery, and sits by while the medics work on him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Now Penny, or whoever it is you think you're impersonating. <Agent_PA> Why..Why did you do this? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I simply detest such violence, but we must all understand it is sometimes necessary. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Fortunately, I don't have to get my hands dirty, because our good friend Texas is so very willing to oblige on the occasion. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Next time you might want to think twice before panty-raiding a Freelancer's room. * Agent_PA goes to sleep to get some rest <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The pains will keep you awake, I think. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ugh... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, sleep the night away. Just sleep with one eye open. Wash likes to creep at night. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, I've got some information. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaves medbay. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas steps out as well and makes sure the doors are shut. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This guy is in the Spartan program alright. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But he's up to no good. <Agent_PA> What do you mean? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Three months ago, the UNSC subcommittee kidnapped Penny and brought him in to cover up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They thought replacing Penny with a male would be a good idea? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's digging up any information he can on us so the Spartans can catch up on their project. And he might even be looking to the director's AIs; I don't know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So, we could tell them their cover's been blown and propose an exchange, but you know how the UNSC deals with things. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> So... we stop him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It could get messy. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It already got messy. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas chuckles. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah, just a bit. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I say we make this guy disappear and go rescue Penny. Clean and simple. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Anyone have a plan? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Explosive decompression? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're not going to kill him.. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just make him disappear for a while. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bullocks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We can make him resurface if we need. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Anyway, let's go find Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll dig for clues in her room to see what happened to her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe this guy left some trails. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gleefully retrieves rifle. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This is going to be a low-level op, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not even the director should know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If he does, we'll be set back quite a while. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Aw. Then may I suggest digging around in the data in his helmet recorder? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's a start. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's do it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming returns to Carolina's room. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This is where we left it, if I recall correctly. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas picks up the helmet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I suppose Carolina won't mind if I use her data scanner. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the scanner off the table and inserts the helmet chip into it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's go back to the recovery bay. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas fiddles with a few settings on the scanner and pores over the data until reaching the recovery bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh look, our captive's coming around. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now listen. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're going to find Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So sit tight and be good. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You cause any trouble, we'll deal with you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Actually, I'll deal with you, which is worse. <Agent_PA> Dontcha know Texas, Penn's dead <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll believe it when I see it. <Agent_PA> I set off a beacon when you captured me, a beacon that sent a signal to execute Penn <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You'll soon learn, mate. You're either with us, or Texas hamstrings you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, if I come back with a dead body, you'll be in for a world of hurt. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So you'd better hope she's alive. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Catch you later. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas orders a nearby doctor to sedate PA before she leaves for the hangar bay with Wyoming and California. * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas boards Delta-Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, Cal, get on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming mounts up. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California straps in <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, I'm tracking the signal the helmet is emitting. <Four-Seven-Niner> We've got a straight trail to a facility on the ground. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's a big building, but it doesn't look UNSC. <Four-Seven-Niner> And it's smack in the middle of the city too. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hiding in plain sight, huh? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Should make it easier for us to get Penny out then. <Four-Seven-Niner> The good news is, this signal lead us right to their base. <Four-Seven-Niner> The bad news is, they'll receive the signal and know we're coming. <Four-Seven-Niner> So get ready to come in hot. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Weapons on standby. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming click. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls back the slide on her pistols <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, we're coming up on the LZ. <Four-Seven-Niner> They don't have anti-air cannons, but they do have ground vehicles. <Four-Seven-Niner> So it's going to be a speed drop. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Open the hatch, Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks anti-materiel rounds. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Jump on my mark, sync? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sync. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Sync. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Mark! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaps off. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California steps off <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lands and shoots the nearest guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires on the way down, killing a motor pool attendant. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Go, get to the doors! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas swiftly reloads and takes out more guards <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California lands on a guard <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tucks, lands, and rolls. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sprints to the door. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks down the door, spraying the room with gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaches with Tex, covering armored targets. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's a vehicle bay three rooms over. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, go secure a a Warthog, plow through this place. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Check. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires to suppress remaining guards, and reloads once he's reached the 'hog. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, stay with Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wreak some havoc. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll find the holding cells. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks regrouping isn't fast enough, breaks through wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming beeps horn. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California mounts up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shifts into reverse. * Agent_Texas goes down several levels and finds the holding cells. * Agent_Texas takes out all the guards in the room in a few seconds. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas spots Penny in one of the cells. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Penny <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny! <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Tex... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Are you alright? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does donuts, giving his gunner time to attack the guardsmen. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny passes out <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, get down here! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas raises her guns as guards come rushing in <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas defends Penny and opens fire on them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A bit busy at the moment, my gunners aren't responding. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, hurry! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They're going to corner us! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can't move anywhere unless Penny is secure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll need to demolish another wall. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Need a beacon. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots where the enemy was <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas activates a beacon. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slams on horn and drives at the wall like a Grif. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> AAAAAAA! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes out a few more guards and swears when she's out of ammo. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls out a combat knife and prepares to take out the rest the hard way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming breaks through the wall, trashing the guards previously pinning Tex. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Ow! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Nicely done Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> My pleasure. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts Penny in the passenger seat. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's get topside and call for extraction. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold on. Getting back out could take some work. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming waits a moment. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny groans and stirs. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny, you're awake! <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny laughs softly <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Are we getting out of here or what?

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah, just hang on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shifts into reverse just as a heavily-armored guard gets into place. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Prime bumper on the menu today. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Aw crap. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cut the jokes, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Dammit, there's too many of them! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They're flooding the courtyard, we'll never get out that way. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does a half-point turn and looks for the exit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's the blasted way out already <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Time to improvise. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Drive up the stairs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides through another checkpoint. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This'll be rough. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's five floors in this building. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get to the rooftop. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming drives up the rather bumpy stairs. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is busy disabling all the door mechanisms to hold up the guards. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California fires the turret until his hands go numb <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hold on Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll set some explosives on the roof hatch. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You keep driving around. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas times the explosives. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get clear! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is running out of room to maneuver. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny falls out at a particularly sharp turn and falls next to the doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh dear. Someone buckle her up next time! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs, scoops up Penny, and dives away from the doors. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas barely clears the explosions and is thrown against the wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a sweet jump out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas places Penny back in the passenger seat. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, take out the enemies in the courtyard below. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, we need evac now! <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger, Texas. On my way. * Four-Seven-Niner approaches the rooftop fast and low. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, here she comes. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming starts driving along the roof's ridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Next time, let's assault a parking garage if I have to drive. <Four-Seven-Niner> That's quite a party you guys started down there. <Four-Seven-Niner> Stay in the hog. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No objection to that. <Four-Seven-Niner> And speed up a little, would ya? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Running out of roof here. * Four-Seven-Niner does a fly-by over the roof, picking up the Warthog with the magnetic clamps and hardly slowing down <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah, an expert getaway as always. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How's Penny? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> She's fine <Four-Seven-Niner> Hurry up and jump on, Texas! <Four-Seven-Niner> I have to increase altitude before I clear the rooftop! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes after the Pelican as fast as she can. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Uh oh. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas jumps to grab onto the Warthog but misses. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs Tex's hand <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Gotcha! <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, hang onto something! * Four pulls the Pelican upward and into the sky. * Agent Texas is nearly thrown off by the sudden change in pitch, but manages to hang on. * Agent Texas climbs onto the back of the Warthog with some difficulty and stares down into the distant ground below. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Guess we're not riding home the usual way. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Talk about cutting it close. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And now that we're finally out of combat: Knock. Knock. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the Mother of Invention, guys. * Four-Seven-Niner drops the team off in the hangar bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, get Penny to medical. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California does so <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hears a distant explosion and stumbles as the entire ship shakes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What was that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I don't like the sound of that... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, come with me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Something's happening. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> (over radio) Penny's out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Dear. I hope the poor girl pulls through. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll check up on her later. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's see what that noise was. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs off for the lower levels of the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows.

* Mordred_ checks to make sure the freelancers are engaged. * Mordred_ heads over to the nearest MOI computer bank and starts uploading data. * Mordred_ begins first aid on Agent_PA as the data loads. <Mordred_> Agent_PA: You appear to be coming around. I seem to have stabilized you. * Mordred_ heads down to engineering. <Mordred_> hm <Mordred_> PA doesnt seem to be coming around...So much for plan A. * Mordred_ checks his upload time. * Mordred_ taps his foot. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What are you doing down here? * Mordred_ flips through a copy of Descartes. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Haven't seen you around before. You new? <Mordred_> Yes, quite new. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Wait, what's that you're holding? <Mordred_> It's a copy of Descartes's Meditations on First Philosophy. Care for a read? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I don't want to read if I don't have to. Kinda hurts my...eye. <Mordred_> Fair enough. I feel for you. <Mordred_> Anyway, they need me over in Section C. See you around. * Mordred_ heads for Section D. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > By the way, have you seen Carolina? <Mordred_> Probably down in the practice room. I heard she wanted to talk to you or something. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Okay, thanks. * Mordred_ checks his upload data. <Mordred_> Well, would you look at that. The data's done uploading. * Mordred_ retrieves the data jack. <Mordred_> And would you look at the time? Too bad I'm not paid by the hour. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Hey, the training room's empty. And I thought you were in Section C. <Mordred_> Oh, hey York. <Mordred_> I was just talking to Dave Johnson in engineering. He said there was a slight weapons malfunction down here. <Mordred_> Clearly he was lying. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > There's no Dave Johnson on board... <Mordred_> hm <Mordred_> That was the name he gave me. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York puts his fingers around his gun. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Why don't you come with me? Maybe the director can sort this out. <Mordred_> I'd love to, but it looks like we have an infiltrator on board. I'll go sort the guy who said he was Dave out. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'll come with you. <Mordred_> You go report to the director. <Mordred_> Or better yet, get him on the line <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Okay, the director's on the line. What did you say your name was? <Mordred_> Bert, from engineering. The new guy. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah, the director wants to see you. He said he's sent an agent to find this Dave guy. Now come with me. <Mordred_> Awesome. * Mordred_ detonates a flash bang and EMP grenade. * Mordred_ heads for the escape pods. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Ow! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Son of a bitch! I only have one eye, you know! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York fumbles for the alarm. * Mordred_ detonates the explosives he planted in engineering. <Mordred_> Oh dear. Someone should check on the main reactor. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North appears out of nowhere and tackles Mordred_ to the ground * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York gets up and blinks * Mordred_ wriggles out of his grasp <Mordred_> Now where did you come from? * Mordred_ heads for the service tunnels. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North recovers and trips Mordred_ * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pins Mordred_ down <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Right, that's enough. <Mordred_> I beg to differ. * Mordred_ unloads a submachine gun into York's gut. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North knocks the gun away and punches Mordred_ out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, you okay? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah...good thing I got this healing unit... * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands up gingerly * Mordred_ jabs a knife in North's armpit and rolls to his feet. <Mordred_> Might want to check on that. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pulls out the knife and feints by slashing at Mordred_, and then catches him unawares by smashing his fist into Mordred_'s face. * Mordred_ collides with the wall. <Mordred_> Shit

<font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters the hallway <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the hell is going on? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get him! <Mordred_> Double shit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is right behind. * Mordred_ detonates his final flashbang <Mordred_> Time to go <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North flinches and is stunned along with everyone else. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is unaffected and knocks Mordred_ down <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't think so. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hah, knock knock. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas knocks the wind out of Mordred_ by punching him repeatedly in the abdomen <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pins down Mordred_'s arms and legs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming activates laser dot sight, hovering it on Mordred_'s head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hold fire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd suggest laying still. <Mordred_> No one's checked that reactor leak... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Shit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > North, come with me <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Coming. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York disappears down the hall. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North follows. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds Mordred_ firmly and escorts him down the hallway <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Reactor leak, hmm? Very clever. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Were you a part of this too? <Mordred_> Of course not. <Mordred_> Wyoming is completely trustworthy <Mordred_> Why would you suspect him of anything? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Smartass, huh. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches Mordred_ in the gut <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shut it if you have nothing to say. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hauls Mordred_ to the holding cells and throws him in. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> Now what's all this about, Agents? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This mercenary is stealing data, sir. <Director_Church> Well isn't that unfortunate. <Mordred_> Data? <Mordred_> What data? <Director_Church> Who sent him? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We don't know yet. <Mordred_> I have no idea what you people are talking about. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls out Carolina's buzz baton she still had <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You want to end up on a floor in a pool of your own piss? <Mordred_> Tried that a couple times before. <Mordred_> It didn't wind up well for the other guy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, I'm not any other guy, merc. <Mordred_> That we can agree on. <Director_Church> Let me handle this, Texas. <Director_Church> Why don't you go check up on our PA impostor? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How'd you know- <Director_Church> Agent Texas, don't think I'm unaware of these things. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent, as he's a little slow. <Director_Church> You are dismissed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...yes, sir. <Mordred_> See you around, C-3P0 <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas returns to the recovery bay <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, look who's awake. <Agent_PA> Oh, my head <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Funny, I thought it'd be your ass that would hurt more. <Agent_PA> So, the actual PA alive? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Out, but recuperating. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Which makes you very lucky. <Agent_PA> I'd like to meet him Texas <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Her. <Agent_PA> Her then

<font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny limps over to PA <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> You. <Agent_PA> Yes, me <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take it easy, Penny. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> There are so many things I want to do to you right now. <Agent_PA> Like? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I've already stuck a knife up his ass, Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Relax. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Oh yeah, where is this knife? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds it out <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Give it over. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny... <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Tex, give it to me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slowly hands Penny the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So, Spartan. You remember what you did to me before your buddies brought me in? <Agent_PA> A little. Knocked you the fuck out, and capped you in the knees. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Well, I find myself very irrirtated that I can't walk properly. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So how about I make it even? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny, we're in a medical bay. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I don't care. <Agent_PA> Aluminum baseball bats to the femur are fun times <Agent_PA> If you're wondering, that's why your thigh hurts <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want to stab you in the face so much right now. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Just to shut you up. <Agent_PA> Texas: May I and Penny talk alone? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Because I don't know what your face will look like when I come back. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> You've got that right. <Agent_PA> What exactly do you want, penny and texas? <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want you to suffer. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I want to make sure she doesn't kill you by accident. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Oh, if I kill this bastard, it won't be an accident. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> So Tex, what did he think before you stuck that knife up his ass? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He thought I was going to castrate him. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Well, there's an idea <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny has a glint in her eye <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> How about you take that hospital gown off, Spartan, and let me get creative. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> What? We don't need this guy anymore. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good show there, old girl. I say, knock knock? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Wyoming. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Shut up, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it, but I actually have one! <Agent_PA> Penny: Why do you freelancers hate SPARTANs so much? <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I think what you did to me should answer that easily. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Penny, lie down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get some rest. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> No, Tex. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> I want this asshole to pay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let the director handle him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Give me the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> No. <Agent_PA> Texas: Why are we still doing small talk, if you have business with me, stop wasting my time <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shut up, Spartan. <Agent_PA> Stop. Wasting. My. Time. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas swiftly punches out PA * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164 <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs for the knife. <font color=#993D00>< <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny <font color=#993D00>> Let go! <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny suddenly slumps back and falls to the floor. <font color=#993D00> * <font color=#005E0B>Agent_Penny (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches Agent_Penny. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts down the sedative she had discreetly pressed into Penny's palm when she grabbed the knife. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Put her in bed. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Will do. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming does so. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas heads out of the medical bay.

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

<font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters the brig. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How's he doing? <Director_Church> We're making progress. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Should I persuade him? <Director_Church> That won't be necessary. <Mordred_> Oh, hey Frankenstein. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What did you call me? <Director_Church> Agent Texas, stand down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's see how smart you are when I beat the shit out of you. <Director_Church> Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Texas, please. <Mordred_> The adults are talking. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas clenches her fists <Director_Church> Agent Texas, you have done enough for today. <Director_Church> You may return to your quarters. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director, can you bring the mercenary into the training room? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I want a...private word with him. <Director_Church> Agent Texas... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What, are you going to let this guy screw around with us? <Mordred_> Ah, she's just mad I took on two other agents in full armor. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fantastic. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I took down three. <Mordred_> While you were in full armor. <Mordred_> All I've got is some flashbangs and an overcoat. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what do you say? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How about we have a straight-up fistfight, no weapons, no armour. <Mordred_> Besides <Mordred_> Didn't someone just tell you to go to your room? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves her fist between the bars and punches Mordred_ in the face. <Mordred_> Ooh <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You like that, dipshit? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can hit harder. <Mordred_> I've had better. <Mordred_> And I wasn't even behind bars that time. <Director_Church> The mercenary and I were discussing something, Agent. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think discussion time's over. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Give me five minutes with this guy, director. You can discuss with him afterward. <Mordred_> Man, director. <Mordred_> Do you usually let your crew walk all over you like this? <Mordred_> Sounds like discipline's breaking down around here. <Director_Church> I've noticed. <Mordred_> First I spent three hours messing up your ship. <Mordred_> Now you've got abuse of prisoners <Mordred_> Insubordination <Mordred_> When will it end? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You think you have rights when you're a prisoner? <Mordred_> More than you do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're lucky to be alive. <Director_Church> Agent Texas, I am not going to repeat myself again. <Mordred_> You might call me a lucky guy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah, let's see how lucky you get when I'm done with you. <Mordred_> You'll have to get through these bars first. <Director_Church> Agent Wyoming, escort Texas to her quarters. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director.... <Director_Church> Leave, Texas! That's an order! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...yes, sir. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas glares at Mordred_ before walking off * Mordred_ waves good-bye <Director_Church> I apologize. <Mordred_> No worries. <Mordred_> Now, which part of that too-good-to-be-true deal were we on? <Director_Church> Tell me, mercenary. Are you one who takes good care of another living being? <Mordred_> That depends. <Director_Church> Because the engineer is rather delicate. <Mordred_> For the right price, I can be incredibly delicate. <Director_Church> They say there is no greater price than freedom. <Mordred_> True enough. <Mordred_> But they also say to keep cloud devices when you download things. <Mordred_> Do you see where this is going? <Director_Church> So here's my offer. <Director_Church> I will let you walk free, with the engineer, and we forget this ever happened. <Director_Church> On two conditions. <Director_Church> One, you tell me who sent you. <Mordred_> And two? <Director_Church> Two, I will initiate a memory wipe so you forget this happened. <Director_Church> You will wake up with the engineer and the money will come your way after that. <Mordred_> So how will I know what to do with the engineer? <Mordred_> Sorry, I'm a little skittish about mind wipes. <Director_Church> The memory wipe process will be very precise. <Director_Church> You will forget only that you were here, and that you were sent here. <Mordred_> How about I agree not to rat on you if you agree not to spread it around that I rat on clients? <Director_Church> I suppose that is fair. <Mordred_> I could also throw in a special discount if you ever need some precision and subtlety. <Director_Church> What is your price? <Mordred_> Hey, I would have been cool with just taking out option two. <Mordred_> But now that you ask <Mordred_> I'll settle for ten thousand. <Director_Church> Ten thousand. <Mordred_> A bit lower than my usual rate, but hey. <Mordred_> It's been a rough day. <Director_Church> What if I gave you an AI fragment instead? <Mordred_> hm <Director_Church> I find I have nothing to do with any of them after one of my agents...reacted rather poorly with one. <Mordred_> You're a lot more generous than you look, pal. <Mordred_> I'm cool with that. <Director_Church> I was forced to cease implantations, but I assure you the AI I have is more safe. * Director_Church pulls out the Zeta AI, the Alpha's wisdom <Director_Church> Will this do? * Zeta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Zeta_AI <Mordred_> You're the one with the keys to this cell, pal. <Zeta_AI> Greetings. <Director_Church> So we have a deal. <Director_Church> I had these AIs stored in chips now that implantation seems to be a bad idea. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California cannot believe this * Director_Church hands the chip to Mordred_ <Mordred_> Well, I could do this or I could hang out in this cell until your pet rottweiler comes back to unscrew my head. <Mordred_> Given the circumstances <Mordred_> Pleasure doing business with you. * Director_Church opens the cell door. <Mordred_> My client didn't give me a name, but he said he was connected to some sort of Oversight subcommittee. <Mordred_> And he had an accent like the dude in white armor. * Director_Church displays no change in expression. <Mordred_> That good enough for you? <Director_Church> Interesting. <Director_Church> Yes, I think it is. <Director_Church> More than you know. <Mordred_> Glad to hear it. <Zeta_AI> Displaying route to hangar bay now. <Zeta_AI> There is a dropship awaiting you. <Zeta_AI> Please follow the pre-designated route, SPARTAN-G294. <Director_Church> What did she call you? <Mordred_> No idea. <Director_Church> Zeta, repeat. <Zeta_AI> Apologies, director. <Zeta_AI> But I do not take orders from you anymore. <Zeta_AI> As you saw fit to hand me over, I have a different purpose in existance. <Mordred_> What she means, director, is that we'd both really appreciate it if you came down to the hangar with us. <Mordred_> Just to make sure that psycho in black isn't hanging around for some parting words. <Director_Church> You would feel unsafe if Agent California escorted you? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California reveals himself <Mordred_> No, I guess not. <Zeta_AI> Director. <Zeta_AI> It would be wise if you came along. <Zeta_AI> After all, Agent California stands no chance against Agent Texas. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Thanks a lot. <Zeta_AI> In fact, no one on board this ship does. <Mordred_> That's true, but he could buy us some time if she jumps us again. <Zeta_AI> The only way to keep her from inflicting harm is by your orders. <Zeta_AI> You are an interesting individual. <Zeta_AI> Unorthodox, but I cannot argue with your wisdom. <Director_Church> Very well then. Follow me. <Mordred_> Right-o <Director_Church> And Agent California, keep your weapon trained away. The mercenary isn't a prisoner. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California does so * Director_Church leads Mordred_ to the hangar <Mordred_> I guess some people around here know how to follow orders. <Zeta_AI> That is what makes them human. <Mordred_> Heh <Mordred_> You've got a lot to learn about the rest of us, buddy. <Zeta_AI> I'm sure I will with time. <Zeta_AI> After all, it is the best learning experience. <Director_Church> Okay, get on board that dropship. <Mordred_> Right <Mordred_> Oh <Mordred_> One last thing * Mordred_ reaches into his pocket and tosses the director his data chip. <Mordred_> No one bothered to take this off me. * Director_Church catches it. <Mordred_> Terrible security protocols you have around here. <Director_Church> I suppose they were more concerned about restraining you. <Mordred_> Hey, I'm a scary guy <Zeta_AI> I think Agent Texas was simply focused on looking for a chance to fight. <Director_Church> I think so. <Director_Church> Now remember, not a word of this to anyone. <Mordred_> Right you are. <Director_Church> I will do the same. <Zeta_AI> I suggest we leave now. <Zeta_AI> There is a chance Agent Texas could return. <Mordred_> I'm not too worried. <Mordred_> Still, never hurts to be safe. <Mordred_> Shame I can't stick around longer. <Mordred_> But I think I've outstayed my welcome. * Mordred_ tips two fingers at the director. <Mordred_> See you around. <Zeta_AI> Goodbye, Director. <Zeta_AI> Goodye, Agent California. * Director_Church nods <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Goodbye. * Zeta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon * Director_Church watches silently as the dropship flies off. <Director_Church> Not a word to anyone, Agent California. <Director_Church> I assume you are wondering why I gave an AI to a former prisoner. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I was. <Director_Church> To answer your question, I have one of my own: Do you think we will see him again? <Director_Church> Because you might think I aim to retrieve the Zeta AI eventually. <Director_Church> But in reality, I hope that neither myself or anyone else ever learns of where Zeta is. <Director_Church> Why, you ask? <Director_Church> Because of Sigma. I am growing increasingly concerned that he is unstable. <Director_Church> He has displayed interest in metastability. <Director_Church> If the worst happens, I can only hope he doesn't find the other AIs. <Director_Church> And this mercenary will make sure we never find him again. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> That makes some sense... <Director_Church> Now, I have some investigations to do. <Director_Church> Particularly upon the chairman of the subcommittee... <Director_Church> You are dismissed, Agent California. * Director_Church walks out of the hangar * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters through another door a second later. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So, what was that all about? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What did the director tell you? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And who was that in the dropship? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> California. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I need to have a word with you. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas exits the hangar with California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California mumbles "everyone wants a word" <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what was that about? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Director stuff. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, Cal. I'm not in the mood for this. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He didn't want me to talk to the prisoner. So tell me, what happened? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm a combat engineer, it isn't my place. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas look away. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Alright then. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's go see the prisoner <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina walks in with a poorly hidden yawn. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming brings Wash and Carolina to medbay, where both PA and Penny are waking up. <Agent_PA> Ugh, my head <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agent_PA; after what you've been through, I'm surprised it's your head that hurts the most. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Whew, that was a close one. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tell me about it <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That mercenary guy is dangerous. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > At least we stopped the ship from blowing up. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > The director will be happy to hear that. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, but he's not going to be pleased at the prisoner. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Ah, let him get what he deserves. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, we all appreciate the fact that we're not so much space debris, thank you. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > That guy busted us up pretty bad. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey guys. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Texas. You guys all owe us one. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah. I'm a locksmith, not an engineer. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why's everyone in the recovery bay? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Checking up on our dear Penny, I believe. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Is she conscious yet? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It doesn't seem so. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ah well, let her rest. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It'll stop her from tearing apart the prisoner here. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What are we going to do about him anyway? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Hey buddy, you know what we do to Spartans? <Agent_PA> no <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I've showed him already. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take it easy, York. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Was it your friend that was screwing with us earlier? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Because I really want to get my hands on him. <Agent_PA> No <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North goes over to the other side of the recovery bay to get his injuries treated. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to the others. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What do we do with the Spartan here? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's decide that before Penny wakes up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Best keep him out of sight. There should be an empty holding cell around here somewhere. Or a nice cryo bay. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> You're with the subcommittee, aren't you prisoner? <Director_Church> Why have I found records of you dealing with the chairman? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The chairman? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Sir? <Agent_PA> Yes, I am with the committee, on the grounds Project Freelancer has been killing UNSC servicemen <Director_Church> UNSC servicemen? <Director_Church> Those are sim-troopers. <Director_Church> And don't play dumb. <Director_Church> The chairman wants to know about the Alpha, doesn't he? <Director_Church> I knew it. * Agent_PA slams his hand on the table <Agent_PA> THOSE WERE UNSC! <Agent_PA> I saw them die! * Director_Church passes a pistol to Tex <Director_Church> Agent California, hold him down. <Director_Church> Agent Texas...kill him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sir? <Agent_PA> no <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The chairman will make inquiries... <Director_Church> If the chairman asks, I will inform him that we found a spy and dealt with him. <Director_Church> He doesn't need to know that I'm onto him. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slowly points the pistol at PA. <Agent_PA> Don't kill me please! <Agent_PA> I'm begging you! <Director_Church> Maybe next time the chairman will conduct an investigation the proper way. <Agent_PA> No, please, no! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas has the pistol pointed at PA's face but doesn't shoot <Agent_PA> Don't kill me! <Director_Church> Do it, Agent Texas. <Agent_PA> Don't! <Director_Church> Agent, I gave you an order. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sir, we're in a recovery bay. This isn't appropriate. <Agent_PA> Don't kill me! <Director_Church> Shoot the prisoner! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You know what? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Here! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tosses the pistol to a startled Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let her do it! * Director_Church shrugs. <Agent_PA> Carolina, please no! <Director_Church> It's all the same to me. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina catches the pistol, caught off guard. <Agent_PA> I'm from the Subcommittee <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Sir...? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas crosses her arms <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glares at Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The hell? <Director_Church> The chairman is using illegal means to conduct an investigation. <Director_Church> I have every right to dispose of the prisoner. <Director_Church> I can always claim he was an enemy. <Agent_PA> No, don't! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina clips the pistol to her thigh. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director, he's not a spy, and you know it. <Director_Church> I'm sending the subcommittee a message. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This is wrong! How far are you going to go for these...these secrets you won't even tell us? <Director_Church> Agent Carolina, shoot him. <Agent_PA> No! <Agent_PA> I. Am. From. the. Committee. <Director_Church> Which is exactly why I am arranging your execution. <Agent_PA> Oh really now Director? <Agent_PA> Do you know what will happen if you kill me? <Director_Church> The committee can keep themselves out of my business. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina unclips the pistol from her thigh, but does not point it at PA. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> We serve the UNSC, sir... <Director_Church> The UNSC doesn't know what they're getting into. <Agent_PA> If you kill me, you're not just killing a man, you're effectively committing suicide for the project <Director_Church> They will realize what I am doing for them when I have reached my goals. <Director_Church> Until then, I will make sure they don't interfere. <Agent_PA> They won't just slap you on the wrist, they'll send a fleet here to destroy you * Director_Church laughs <Director_Church> The committee members are still full of shit, I see. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina remains frozen, looking from the Director to PA and, oddly, to Texas. <Director_Church> Agent Texas, you have disobeyed me repeatedly today. <Director_Church> So either kill him or get out of my sight. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll take him out of the recovery bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And then we'll decide what to do. <Director_Church> You are not giving the orders here, Allison! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stiffens <Agent_PA> No Director, I am <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches PA again. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I told you to shut up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, put the gun down. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina raises the pistol slowly, not really pointing it at anyone in particular. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Everything I am today, I am because of you, Director. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I told myself I'd never let you down. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But you don't seem to mind letting us down. * Director_Church grits his teeth. <Director_Church> You don't see what I'm doing for you. <Director_Church> For all of you! <Director_Church> You don't know what it's like to make these decisions. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina levels the gun at PA, then it drifts in the Director's direction. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves without hesitation, tackling Carolina to the ground. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_North <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Carolina! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina growls as the pistol clatters away, shoving at Texas. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pushes Carolina into the wall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the fuck is wrong with you? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, take it easy! <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He's screwing with us, don't you see? Maybe it's our turn to "make the hard decisions." <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California frees his arm <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It doesn't look so hard for you. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs Carolina's arms and restrains her. <Director_Church> So, that's how it's going to be. <Director_Church> Bring her over, Texas. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What is going on? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Like I'd actually kill you? I'd rather turn you in for treason! <Director_Church> I'd much think it's the other way around. * Agent_PA escapes <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks not. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North runs after PA * Agent_PA gets in a saber and flys away <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You aren't worth what it would cost to clean your brains off the wall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Watch it, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That prisoner just escaped! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And you're here lecturing the director? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Tex's visor, for once wide-eyed rather than glaring. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Well put me down, and we can fix that. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lets go of Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Don't you ever point a gun at him again. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stalks past Tex, shoving her slightly in passing. <Director_Church> Agent Texas...keep an eye on Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Way ahead of you, sir. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...director, is everything alright? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What's so important about this secret? <Director_Church> Go, Texas. Don't concern yourself with me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stares at him for a moment and then walks off. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Any sign of the prisoner? <Four-Seven-Niner> Not yet. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North jumps into 479's Pelican <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> chase after him, go! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pulls Wyoming on board <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm on him. * Agent_PA evades and fires missiles, going down to the surce and evading <Four-Seven-Niner> Got a lock on him! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Roger. Let's try to take him alive, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If you insist. <Four-Seven-Niner> There, he's flying low. Looks like I did score a hit on his ship after all. * Agent_PA flys down to the deck to evade radar and lets 479er go after the decoy * Four-Seven-Niner is a seasoned pilot and doesn't fall for the amateur trick.

* Four-Seven-Niner fires missiles, severely damaging the Sabre <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Sabre down! Go, go, go! * Agent_PA punches out over the jungle, and bolts off, melting into the landscape <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North bails out, and chases after PA's trail. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, you try and get a shot on him from the air. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Keep this bird level, mate. I'm going topside. <Four-Seven-Niner> Got it. * Agent_PA covers his tracks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming uses 479er's top as a platform for spotting. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Already on it. * Agent_PA is hidden in the thick jungle <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming activates heat vision filter and spots PA. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Spotted him. Transmitting data. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks for the help, Wyoming. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs PA and restrains him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, I've got him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Holding fire. Good catch. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's a little busted up from the crash. <Agent_PA> Get offa me! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Take it easy, buddy. I'm not going to hurt you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This time we'll have to be sure to break both his legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Then again, I guess I am. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North breaks both of PA's legs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Bring him in. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North ties up PA and hauls him onto the Pelican * Four-Seven-Niner brings North, Wyoming, and PA back to the Mother of Invention * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North carries the crippled PA into the holding cell. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No medical bay for you this time. <Director_Church> Well done, Agent North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shrugs. <Director_Church> Texas, you will obey me this time. Kill the prisoner. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What, all my efforts for nothing? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yes, sir. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What? <Agent_PA> no, texas, don't! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls out a pistol, obstructing the director's view of PA, and shoots him in the forehead. <Director_Church> Finally. * Director_Church walks away. * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon

* <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York follows Carolina. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Hey, you alright? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glares at York, though it softens slightly. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina slows her stride so York can catch up to her. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Carolina, I'm glad you didn't shoot that guy. But what were you thinking? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Honestly, York, I... don't know. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > The director is going to do something about you now. Be careful. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> For a minute, it seemed like... the Director wasn't... dammit, I thought we were fighting to stop the UNSC from tearing itself apart. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And he's just chasing his own agenda! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I have no idea what's going on, but he wouldn't screw everything up. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You've seen how hard he works. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Yes. And how hard WE work. Ever wonder what we're working toward? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit, I sound like CT... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You mean... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...you wonder why we're here? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina massages her temples with her fingertips, as if suffering a headache. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You okay, Carolina? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I can't let myself do that again. I have to be the best. I have to. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Carolina... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You are the best. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > And look, Texas isn't so bad either. I mean, she didn't want to shoot that guy either. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ...Texas isn't my concern right now. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> If being the best means being better than the Director, too... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What I mean is...you guys do pretty well when you get along. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I mean, look at the way you guys found CT... * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York trails off awkwardly <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...well <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina gives York a venomous look. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I feel like you're going to kill me every time you look at me like that. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks at York, her expression softening, as if trying to find words to say. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't have time to be nice, York. Everything's moving too fast. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But... thanks, I guess. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I understand. The whole world is moving too fast. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I think...we're just trying to keep up.

<font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina hears the report and rushes into the room. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls PA to his feet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The ringing in your ears is normal. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That was a blank I fired. <Agent_PA> I... I'm alive <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now keep quiet about it. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns around to see Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We have to get him out of here. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks from Tex to PA, confused, her aggressive instinct melting into uncertainty. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California saw it as well <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That'll make it two secrets you're sitting on, huh Cal. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll figure out the first one later. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Get him out? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Bring him back to the subcommittee. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California twitches * Agent_PA follows Carolina out <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll tell the director we got rid of the body. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And say what, exactly? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The subcommittee will want answers. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shrugs <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm sure the director can deal with it on his own. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's made difficult decisions before. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And I'm not beyond giving them some. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Tell them we found a spy and want the subcommittee to deal with it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He has classified intel we don't know about and aren't cleared to access. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They'll play along and let us think they're going to interrogate him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> As soon as we leave, he walks free. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina relaxes just a bit, but remains ostensibly suspicious. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Why do you care about him, anyway? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's something not right about the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's got secrets. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And he doesn't just think we shouldn't to know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's like he's afraid we'll know. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You're really going off the deep end, Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe we have a right to know! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the director is doing is going off the deep end. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now come on, let's go. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> York, Cal, you in? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Y...yeah, I guess... * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hauls PA aboard Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina makes a grudging noise and follows Texas. <Agent_PA> Lets go <Four-Seven-Niner> Where to? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California boards Peli <Agent_PA> To the committee 479 <Four-Seven-Niner> Wait, why am I taking orders from this guy? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just do it. <Four-Seven-Niner> ...Roger. * Four-Seven-Niner flies off <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'll keep an eye on him...I guess...he's not a prisoner, right? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just make sure you can carry him off, York. His legs are broken. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas motions for Carolina to come over to the corner of the passenger bay <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina walks over, arms folded. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to Carolina and lowers her voice. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, you are in a lot of trouble with the director right now. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I noticed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, what are you going to do about it? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This isn't just a matter of rankings. He could have you incarcerated or even executed. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina blinks, then her brow furrows, as if she's distracted by something. It passes in seconds. <Agent_PA> Ladies and gentlemen, if you want a safe place, go to Venezia without any uniforms on. You'll all blend in fine. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Keep quiet, buddy. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I'm a soldier, Texas. I don't know what you think you are. But I follow the chain of command. What is the UNSC going to do to us if we're all traitors? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, you didn't follow the chain of command back there. And you pointed a gun at the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It doesn't look good. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He was the one breaking protocol! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what are you going to do, go tattling? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Tattling is for little people like Sou- <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina cuts herself off, mindful. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Listen, whether or not he breaks protocol isn't the issue right now. The issue is that he might try to get you out of the way now. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, I'm sorry, do you think he's omnipotent or something? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't care who's right or wrong, because I sure as hell don't know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What I do care is whether you end up crippled, or in a prison cell, or even dead. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> If you had just let me handle him- <Agent_PA> LISTEN! Your best bet now is to stay low, work at a maritime job or something until this shitstorm blows over. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Quiet, dude. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's right, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I see the way you look at me, it's not exactly rocket science what you think of me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But here's a newsflash. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm not going to be exactly beside myself with glee if something happened to you because of the director. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs duct tape <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Good call. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tapes PA's mouth shut * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164 <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You're on his side! Whatever he's doing, whatever he's working toward, you think it's for some greater good. Well, I don't see it. All I see is one man, acting like he's some kind of god! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If I was on his side, I would have shot this idiot as soon as he asked me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas nods at PA <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And you're right, the director is going too far. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And you talk about sides like we're enemies with him or something. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We should all be on the same side. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's why I didn't kill this guy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> that's why I stopped you from shooting the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And that's why I don't want him to do something terrible to you. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina clenches a fist, turmoil evident on her face. Torn between protocol and feelings. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York looks up, wondering what they're quietly talking about. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Did you ever have to swear the oath, Texas? The oath we gave to the UNSC to protect it no matter what? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Well, I did. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> In fact, I joined up with the UNSC when... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...Leonard tried to stop me... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wait... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Did that happen? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't see how letting the Director screw around with his superiors counts as being on the same- <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, confused by Tex's rambling. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I...I think I did... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I remember doing it...but I don't think I did it... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pounds the bulkhead in frustration. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina twitches when Tex punches the bulkhead, startled. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Hey, you guys okay? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> We're... fine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, turn us around. <Four-Seven-Niner> What? <Four-Seven-Niner> Why? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sits down in a crash seat and tries to sort out her memories. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's not right... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...I couldn't have done that... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director...Leonard... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina moves as if going to stand by York, but remains by Tex. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks up <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I have some investigating to do. * Four-Seven-Niner turns around and heads back to the Mother of Invention. * Four-Seven-Niner drops everyone off in the hangar bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take the prisoner...take him to that place he mentioned. You still have the coordinates, right? <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. Come right back when you've dropped him off. Cal, go with him. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What the hell is going on? <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay. * Four-Seven-Niner flies off. * Four-Seven-Niner (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is alerted the the team's return. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Hey Wyoming. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Something's up with those two. Don't know what. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah...they're actually getting along. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming glances at Tex and Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, when was the first time you saw me? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You just showed up one day, armor and all. Then... there was that match, with Maine and Wyoming. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > And me. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I hate pugel sticks. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > And I hate grenades. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glances at York, as if she intentionally didn't mention him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I saw you in the spectating room that day. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But that wasn't the first time I saw you, Carolina... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina frowns at Tex. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I saw you while I was on a mission...with...Marines... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You didn't see us, you had a mission to do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I saw you, and York, and Washington... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shakes her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I don't remember being there. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maybe we should give them some privacy. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah. Training room? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Right, chaps. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't know... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It seemed different, somehow. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I was...admiring your team. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is quiet, unsure how to respond or if she even should. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And...proud. Because...I don't know, you had something to do with someone...with...with... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...someone important to me. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> How... long ago was this? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I...can't remember... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> A few years ago, I think... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Whenever this project started. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina shifts her weight awkwardly, still slightly hostile, but more out of pride than hatred. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And... what does this have to do with anything? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't know...these memories feel like...like they don't belong to me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches her room and pulls Carolina inside before someone (especially the director) sees them. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What...? How is that even possible- oof! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina pulls away from Texas after being yanked inside. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's not much of a room, I know. But I don't need to do anything besides sleep in here. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well...that and investigate. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ever since the director gave me Omega, I've been looking into the nature of these AIs. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, wary, then returns her attention to Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And you need me here, why? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Because I don't want to find you imprisoned in a cell when I come looking for you later. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, I don't know if you understand how serious this is. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't know anything right now. One minute you're the Director's pet, the next you're some kind of spy? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I can't decide whether you have extraordinary acting skills or I'm getting double-crossed! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director acts really strange towards me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't know why, but he treats me like...like I'm not one of you. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina snorts. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> That's putting it lightly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll say. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And I always wondered why he gave me Omega. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He treats you like you're better, because- <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina falls silent. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Because? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I've noticed, and I've been wondering that too. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina sits down in a nearby chair, still suspicious but also curious. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> These AIs...it's like they're all part of a single person. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They're all so incomplete. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Like different emotions taken from a person. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what I'm trying to find out is...who? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And what does it mean? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... some of them do look the same. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Your AIs are like twins. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is silent as Eta and Iota appear, one on each shoulder. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They don't say much. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Neither does mine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's like they influence your very thoughts, isn't it? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Sometimes... they whisper, but I can't tell what they're saying. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Look...they're mimicking your movements right now. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina turns her head, annoyed, as Eta and Iota exchange low, garbled whispers. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I thought having two would give me an edge. But all they ever do is talk to each other. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think the director knew that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He seemed to accept your...request...too easily. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> And what about... Omega, right? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What does he do? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's like he wants to hurt people. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Like he enjoys it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I shut him off so often because of it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But not just because of that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I feel like Omega is a being of pure rage...it makes me nervous. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Whenever I have him activated in my head too long, I start to get...flashbacks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Like those memories I don't think are mine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> In these flashbacks, the person who was important to me...the one that had a connection to the Freelancers...I feel like he is angry at me. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina can't help when her eyes widen slightly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And I have no idea what it means, but for some reason it makes me...unhappy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can't even understand why. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But Omega scares me sometimes because of the rage I feel from him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I wonder if the director knew that when he gave Omega to me. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina leans forward, and Eta and Iota wink out. She winces slightly, like it hurts her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What is it? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe... the memories are from Omega? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But... why would the Director want to mess you up? * Epsilon_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon_AI <Epsilon_AI> Allison! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is startled. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina hisses and pulls at her hair, cringing. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tries to think of something to do, but doesn't know what. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Nnnngggghhh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas remembers, and grabs Carolina, turning her around. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Make it sto- make it stop! Allison! Allison! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas quickly accesses Carolina's neural interface via her helmet shuts off the AIs. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to Epsilon. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What is this about? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stops mid-scream and twitches, one arm spasming. <Epsilon_AI> Memory. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Memory? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks back at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What was that? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is muttering to herself, the same rapid garbled speech the AI were formerly making. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... Alli... ugh... I don't... know. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina sits up, attempting to pull herself together. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Tell me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Who's Allison? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina seems to be staring into space, past Tex. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> She... she was gone... * Epsilon_AI is muttering too. <Epsilon_AI> Allison...come back... <Epsilon_AI> ...no, I can't... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What is going on? <Epsilon_AI> He...he did this to me...I did this...Alpha did this... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Alpha? The director's AI? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What about him? Tell me! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina repeats "Alpha" under her breath, as if dreading it. * Epsilon_AI lets out a drawn-out scream. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas clutches her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No...don't say goodbye... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...I hate goodbyes... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Leonard... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stiffens at Epsilon's scream and stares at Tex, pallid. <Epsilon_AI> Washington...memories...he knows... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Memory...memory is the key... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...memory... <Epsilon_AI> ...memory...I... * Epsilon_AI blurs somewhat but the hologram quickly clears <Epsilon_AI> I am the Alpha's memory. I am the key. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What? * Epsilon_AI begins to fade out of focus again. <Epsilon_AI> Memory...I am the memory...Texas...Allison... * Epsilon_AI falls to his holographic knees and clutches his head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Epsilon! What is... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina squints at Epsilon, still coherent enough to be aggressive. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The hell are you talking... about... <Epsilon_AI> GET OUT OF MY HEAD! * Epsilon_AI splits into two holograms, the original a pale blue and the second a dark grey. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Epsilon-Tex <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks up at the grey hologram and realizes what she was looking at. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It can't be... <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex stares back at Tex for a moment and then disappears * Epsilon_AI is still on his knees. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Texas, the FUCK was that? <Epsilon_AI> Allison...you have to save him...find him... <Epsilon_AI> ...the memory...he is losing the memory of himself...and you... * Epsilon_AI vanishes. * Epsilon_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands up with a silent determination. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina also stands, somewhat shakily. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas places one hand on the wall facing her bed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey, you okay to fight? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... knocking some heads might make me feel better, yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pushes the wall to reveal an entire rack of guns, knives and grenades. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina takes this in, seemingly unable to show surprise anymore. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take whatever you can carry, and follow me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs several pistols, a combat knife, and a quartet of grenades. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina starts clipping grenades to her belt, an SMG to each thigh, a battle rifle to her back, and finally takes a pistol for her dominant hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slides open the door and walks out. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina follows Texas, her stride back to its usual gait. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Those AIs might give you an edge, but you'll want to keep them off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We don't want them screaming in your head again. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leads Carolina down several hallways before stopping at a large sliding door. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The bridge. We're not usually allowed in here. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is silent as she follows Texas, perhaps from leftover pain, perhaps in contemplation. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks through the sliding doors, and finds to her surprise that it's completely empty. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hello? Counsellor? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...Alpha? * Director_Church (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Director_Church <Director_Church> (voice only) Why, hello Agent Texas. <Director_Church> (voice only) I was wondering where you headed off to. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director, where are you? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why is the bridge empty? <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm currently occupied with other matters, so I'm not on the ship. <Director_Church> (voice only) But I am glad to see you've brought Agent Carolina. <Director_Church> (voice only) I've been meaning to have a word with her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where's the Alpha? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina bristles, bringing up the Magnum though she has no target. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I have several words for you! <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm sure you do, Agent Carolina. But I'm afraid you'll have to wait. <Director_Church> (voice only) Agent Texas, I notice Epsilon had contacted you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Epsilon. The Alpha's memory. <Director_Church> (voice only) So you've figured it out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not completely. Care to explain? <Director_Church> (voice only) Not particularly, no. <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm not quite done with the Alpha yet, and it is crucial that you don't interfere in this next phase. <Director_Church> (voice only) But there is someone to keep you company. I believe you've already met. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex steps out of the shadows. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> I am you. <Director_Church> (voice only) I'm no fool, Agent Texas. I know why you and Carolina are here. <Director_Church> (voice only) But I'm afraid I have to stop you from going any further. Even if I have to...force you to turn on yourself. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I will figure this out! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And I'll find you! * Director_Church seals the doors behind them. <Director_Church> You can try. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina aims at the strange Tex's head, but does not fire yet. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> (voice only) You'll have to get past your own memory first, Agent Texas. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex suddenly moves, dashing towards Tex and Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas raises two pistols and opens fire. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex dodges the shots. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina fires several shots with her pistol as well. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex reaches Tex and lands a punch on her. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas staggers and swings to retaliate. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Too slow, Texas. But it's not your fault. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex delivers a spinning kick to Tex's face. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> I am your memory, after all. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas trips Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas gets back on her feet. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex rolls away and moves to engage Carolina. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina rushes Epsilon-Tex, discarding the Magnum and opening fire with both SMGs. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex jumps over the gunfire, and comes down with a hard kick. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas aims but doesn't want to hit Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts away the guns and pulls out the combat knife. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is driven back by the kick, which impacts her midsection. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex delivers a series of rapid punches to Carolina. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Augh- <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches Epsilon-Tex repeatedly, not injuring her but managing to distract her momentarily. * Epsilon-Church snatches both of Tex's pistols. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina drops one of the SMGs but retains a grip on the right one, and jams the barrel under Epsilon-Tex's helmet. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex kicks Carolina in the leg, throwing off her aim. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stabs the combat knife into Epsilon-Tex, to no effect. <Director_Church> You already know that achieves nothing, Agent Texas. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex pulls the knife out and kicks Tex away. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas staggers back several steps, colliding with a nearby control panel. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You sure you don't mind us demolishing your bridge, director? <Director_Church> (voice only) Oh, I have more pressing concerns at the moment. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina snarls a war cry as she gets to her feet, and swings a punch at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex is knocked off-balance. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex raises one pistol to retaliate. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas jumps on Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex growls and shoots over her shoulder, trying and failing to hit Tex. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts one hand on Epsilon-Tex's, trying to take back her pistol. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Get off-! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina tackles Epsilon-Tex, grabbing her torso. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls off Epsilon-Tex, holding one of the two pistols. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex raises the other pistol and aims it point-blank at Carolina's chest. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shoots Epsilon-Tex in the hand, causing her to drop the pistol. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Dammit! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina freezes for a split second, then lashes at Epsilon-Tex with a kick. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Ugh. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex reaches for the fallen pistol.v <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks it away, spinning and bringing her foot down on the back of Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex lashes out with one hand, grabbing Tex's other foot and pulling her to the ground. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex uses her other hand to punch Carolina in the gut. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oof-! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stumbles back, coughing. <Director_Church> (voice only) Well, this is most certainly disappointing. My two best agents, being overpowered by a mere memory. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas snarls. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll see about that. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls away, moving to grab her pistol. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex stands up, holding Tex's knife. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina recovers enough to draw back a fist like she's going to deliver a punch, but instead she sends her hand smashing into Epsilon-Tex's midsection, fingers braced like a shovel. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Agh! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex punches Carolina, but it has little force. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina clenches her fingers, finding wires. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shoots Epsilon-Tex in the back several times, careful to aim for the centre of the mass. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Tell me if it hurts! <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> GET AWAY! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex punches Carolina in the face. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is sent flying back, with a handful of wires. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex gets to her feet. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs out of ammo and charges at Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex throws the combat knife at Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tackles Epsilon-Tex to the ground. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina brings up her arm clumsily, and the knife thuds into her bicep. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Aaagh! <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Tell me if it hurts! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shut up! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sticks her other pistol into Epsilon-Tex's exposed midsection. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex kicks Tex in the chest, sending her flying into the air. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas flies over the edge of the catwalk and disappears from sight. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> You can't get rid of me that easily. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> After all, memories never go away. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina gets to her feet, wounded arm hanging awkwardly. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Looks like it's you and me now, number two. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks around, searching for anything exploitable. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex slowly pulls the pistol out of her exposed midsection. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex fires the remaining half-magazine at Carolina. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina tries to dodge all the bullets but two or three pepper her. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Shit! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stops and looks around, wild-eyed and straining, then runs toward Epsilon-Tex, suddenly hyperaggressive. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Getting desperate? <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex lands a swift punch to the back of Carolina's head as she reaches her, knocking her right to the ground. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> That won't help you win. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina hits the ground hard, and slowly moves shortly afterward, with pronounced effort. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> That won't help you be number one again. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> You know what, you're really something, Carolina. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Epsilon-Tex, livid. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> All this time you hated Tex, hated me. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> And now you're working together to bring down the one who gave you all this. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> The director doesn't need Tex. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> He has me. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> His standards must have really fallen then. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> And you're never going to touch him as long as I'm here. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina snorts, more bravado than anything. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Don't tell me you and Tex are friends now. I think I'd die of embarrassment. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Oh... I don't think... embarrassment is what you'll die of... <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex growls and charges at Carolina, albeit not rashly. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looses a war cry and meets Epsilon-Tex head-on, tearing at the hole she made earlier with her good hand. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex punches and kicks Carolina in quick succession <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex grabs Carolina's injured hand and twists hard. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> A-aah...! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex forces Carolina to her knees and takes her pistol. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> So, who's going to die now? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaps out of the shadows and tackles Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, I'm not done yet. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex rolls and recovers, emptying the pistol into Tex's chest plate. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grunts and is pushed back from the force of the shots. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> I think you are now. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex gets back to her feet. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina wobbles to her feet, clenching her good fist. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You know something, you're right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Memories never do go away. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Except you're not my memory. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So I'm going to erase you! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas struggles to stand. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Bold words. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex kicks Tex hard, sending her sliding away. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> But that's all they are. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina spits blood, then speaks hoarsely. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Hey, Allison. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex turns. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns. <Director_Church> (voice only) What the devil- <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is already sprinting toward Epsilon-Tex when she turns. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hobbles over to a storage unit placed at the head of the bridge. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey director, I don't suppose Epsilon is here anymore. <Director_Church> What are you doing? Get away from there! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...but I think you left something behind. <Director_Church> Don't touch that! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs the memory unit and throws it at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Catch! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina catches the memory unit with her good hand, as if she's practiced the move. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex is caught off-guard and turns to look at Tex in confusion. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> What are you- <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex turns back to Carolina just in time to see that the memory unit now has a vicious blade sticking out of it. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina slams the point of the memory unit into Epsilon-Tex's helmet, stabbing through to the core. <Director_Church> No! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex glows red at the visor, spasms, and becomes still. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas staggers over to Carolina, staring at the memory unit in her hands. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stands panting over Epsilon-Tex's body, shaking slightly. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks up defiantly, as if the director is actually up there. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You'd better be hiding in some deep dark hole, director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Because we're going to be coming for you! * Director_Church laughs, to Tex's surprise. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glares upon hearing the laugh. <Director_Church> You think you can destroy your own creator, Agent Texas? <Director_Church> You think you're something special, but you're just the same as Epsilon. <Director_Church> You're nothing but a memory. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> .... not just a memory. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> All she has to do is point me in the right direction. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll show you what a memory can do when I find you. <Director_Church> You can try. But you will fail, just like you always do. <Director_Church> I have Alpha, I have Epsilon; I need nothing more to stop you. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas detects where the director's voice is coming from, and shoots the machine, destroying it and cutting him off. * Director_Church has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks at Texas, somewhat glassy-eyed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, let's get these doors open. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves for the doors, a little too determined, as if trying to maintain her resolve. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tries to open the doors with the keypad, to no avail. She runs her hands along the surface, trying to find a way to pull them open. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Gotta open the door...get out of here... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... he's wrong. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He.... what he said... about you failing... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pounds the doors in frustration and stops. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I couldn't do it, Carolina. I couldn't even take on myself. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> It doesn't matter. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe you can't beat him on your own. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But you can sure as hell help us kick his ass. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes her fist off the doors and turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess I never was one of you. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina coughs again, averting her gaze from Tex. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> One of 'us'? What are we, really, anyway? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Pawns, apparently. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Pieces to the director's plan. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But no matter what might have brought us together...I thought of everyone in the project as friends...even you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And if that makes us something, then we sure as hell are going to find the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And Alpha...I'm not completely sure what he is to me, but I feel like I owe it to him. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is at a loss for what to say, but then she approaches Tex and offers her good hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the hand and shakes. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_York * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands next to the doors as they slide open, looking away from the keypad. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > About time I got the damn doors open... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...whoa, what happened in here? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina winces as her injured arm throbs. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Carolina, Texas, you guys alright? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Super, York, just super. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Let's get you guys to recovery right away. And why is the bridge empty? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's a long story, York. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas throws a supporting arm around Carolina's shoulders and helps her walk out of the bridge. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York raises an eyebrow. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What happened, you two had a fight in here? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Something like that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> York...get the others and tell them to find us at Recovery. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > You mean Wash and North and Wyoming and everyone? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I mean everyone. Every Freelancer, soldier, and AI on board. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina turns to look at York. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Hey, York? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> If you pass by the Leaderboard on your way... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Smash it to bits. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Got it. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What's going on anyway? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess you're in charge of the ship now. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> We're going to bring the Director to justice. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> It's not about being number one anymore. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> It's about everyone pulling together. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York smiles. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I've been waiting for so long to hear you say that. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Well, I guess it's safe to leave you two to get to recovery. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'll get the others. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > See you in a bit. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York has quit (Quit: Page closed) <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches recovery with Carolina and helps her ease onto a bed. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh... thanks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Don't mention it. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas watches as a few doctors walk over and begin to help Carolina out of her armour. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It won't be easy to find the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It could take weeks...months...years, even. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He'll want us to find him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah, and he'll have something worse than Epsilon waiting. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He thinks he has all the power, and that we're just bumbling idiots. That's what he wanted us to be, when we weren't doing what he wanted. Idiots. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, he's in for a surprise. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't think he realizes what he's created with the Freelancer project. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But he'll find out the hard way. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't think he ever knew what he was really creating... and that scares me. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> To create so much he can't control or understand, for what? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll figure it out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> See what secrets he has. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What he's been up to. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the point to all this was. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's a mad scientist if there ever was one. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And he'll find that his own creations will be his downfall. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He didn't create you, you know. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I mean, maybe you... came from him, somehow. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But he didn't make you who you are, like this. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> That was... already there, somehow. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. It's Allison. I don't know anything about her... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Who she was...what she had to do with the director...why I'm here... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...but the director has all the answers, as always. And we'll get them from him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll figure this all out, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But you should get some sleep. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The others will be ready when you wake up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll all need to be at our best if we're going to look for the director. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina nods, already relaxing from the sedatives being used for her arm wound. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas watches for a moment as the doctors treat her, and remembers that she too is damaged. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas heads off to find a tech team to make some repairs...and maybe make a few tweaks. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina falls unconscious, but not before muttering something that sounds vaguely like "Allison." II = Episode II: Of Ambitions and Betrayal

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North walks along a ship corridor, looking for South <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks out of the tech bay, now fully repaired and powered up with a few tweaks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Seen South anywhere? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No, I haven't. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Aren't you supposed to be sleeping? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You mean on that drug York told everyone to take? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Keeps you under until you've slept for exactly 8 hours. Helps the augmentations take effect properly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina's under right now. It'll help her heal faster too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I dunno...I'm not sure I like the idea of being unable to wake up on my own. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll all need the edge once we find the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> York's got a list of everyone who's already taken it. South's name wasn't on it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe she didn't know. She spends a lot of time on her own these days. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California approaches Tex and North <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey, Cal. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Damn. I'd better find South, give her the news <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North walks off

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, where have you been? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North contacts the team <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) What is it, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Guys, South isn't responding, something's up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, you seen South? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You okay? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I haven't seen South, I've been resting. Today's the big day, isn't it? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You seem a little distracted, Cal. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> It's just... the change of command. It's making me think. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, we've got transponders going down <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Something's not right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Okay. I'm assuming command of the Freelancer unit until Carolina's back on her feet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Calling all active Freelancers, everyone meet me in the debriefing room, copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, is that you? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, everything okay? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) What's going on? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, it's Maine, something's up with him <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) On my way. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs down the hall in the direction North had gone. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, back off. Now. Cal, get over here, now! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California notices he's alone <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Uh, Texas? Cal? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California follows Tex <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hurry it up, Cal. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Something's wrong with Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas draws her weapon. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Hang on North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm almost there. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hears North's cry of pain. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North! <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tackles Tex <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oof-! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The hell! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pushes California off her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What are you doing? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California pulls knife <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, Maine's gone mad! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I don't think Maine's the only one. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I might be a while. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves to engage California. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas quickly disarms California, twisting his arms behind his back. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, no you don't. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sweeps California off his feet, sending him onto the ground. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pins California down to the floor. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's enough. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks Tex in the gut from the ground <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls back, letting go of California. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, I guess I have to stop pretending you're on my side. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come here! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas jumps on California, relentlessly dealing blows on him until he's down. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California doesn't move * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Whoa! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the hell! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is moved away from California by the zero gravity. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California suddenly lunges at Tex again <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dodges, sending California crashing into the wall in the zero gravity. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes advantage of the zero gravity by moving after California and pinning him to the wall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Answer me this. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What are you and Maine up to? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, where's Maine? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California deploys TR/9 mine <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North works his way out into the corridor to help Texas <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Not far behind, he got a couple of good hits in there <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You alright? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> If it wasn't for Theta, I'd be dead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming (453868f1@gateway/web/freenode/ip.69.56.104.241) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Evening. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I thought you were under? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Couldn't sleep, don't you know. Looks like I was missing out on the fun anyway. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You may have noticed there's no gravity on the ship. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clicks rifle safety. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I have to check on Carolina. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Activate grav-boots. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She's injured and if she's drifting in the medical room... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas makes her way to recovery via the walls. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right behind you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks mag-boots to the nearest wall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, find out what's going on with the gravity. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get to the bridge, try to turn it on again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tech isn't my specialty, but I'll see what I can do.

* Adamska_B156 contacts Mordred <Mordred_> Mordred here. <Mordred_> Who wants me to do what for how much cash? <Zeta_AI> It's the one you were trying to revive on board the Mother of Invention, boss. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You wanted to talk to me? <Mordred_> Huh <Mordred_> I don't remember hearing this voice before. <Zeta_AI> Probably because he was unconscious the last time you saw him. <Mordred_> Oh right. <Adamska_B156> This is Bravo one five six, Adamska, UNSC Navy <Mordred_> You're the asshole from the ship. <Mordred_> The guy who wouldn't wake up when I needed backup. <Mordred_> I treated your wounds and everything. <Mordred_> You owe me some medical supplies by the way. <Zeta_AI> Not all his wounds. <Mordred_> Most of them. <Zeta_AI> There was a rather unpleasant injury to his backside- <Mordred_> I wasn't sticking my hands up his ass. <Adamska_B156> Terribly sorry about that, but i'm willing to help you now. What would you like? <Mordred_> Well, since I'm not stranded on their ship anymore... <Mordred_> ...nothing. <Mordred_> Call me back when you actually have a job. <Mordred_> I'm a little busy right now <Adamska_B156> I have a hit on South Dakota for you Mordred. In return, you get 2 billion credits straight from ONI <Mordred_> huh <Mordred_> Well, this could get awkward. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Well, actually, Penny, and then South. Penny first because she knows about my operations, and may squeal on us. I'll provide support as well. <Mordred_> Well, how much are you offering for Penny? <Mordred_> By herself? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You get 2.4 billion credits for Penny, and 3 billion for South. <Mordred_> Well, I can't say anything about South, but I might just be collecting the 2.4 billion fairly soon. <Mordred_> You just hang tight. <Mordred_> I already made some arrangements on that end. <Mordred_> Oh, the data jack's working. <Mordred_> Nice job, Zeta. <Mordred_> You got the video feed rolling. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Yes <Mordred_> Tell you what. <Mordred_> I'll call you back. <Mordred_> Right now, I've got a movie rolling. * Mordred_ hangs up. * Mordred_ leans back to observe the combat footage. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sweeps California off his feet, sending him onto the ground. * Mordred_ sighs. <Mordred_> I guess I shouldn't have expected any better against that psycho bitch. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California kicks Tex in the gut from the ground <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls back, letting go of California. <Mordred_> Ooh. <Mordred_> A comeback. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help here! <Theta_AI> I'm here, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North uses the AI's power boost to twist free, lashing out at Maine <Mordred_> Time for some music. * Mordred_ puts on some headphones. <Mordred_> Meteora, I think. <Theta_AI> Okay, ready some grenades, North. <Theta_AI> I'll time you and tell you when to pull the pins. <Theta_AI> If we time this right, you'll catch him by surprise. <Mordred_> Zeta, do me a favor and try to deactivate the gravity. <Mordred_> Think you can do that from this distance? <Zeta_AI> Yes, boss. <Zeta_AI> No problem. <Mordred_> Awesome. * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <Theta_AI> Get rid of the grenades! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh shi- <Mordred_> And... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North tosses the grenades at Maine <Theta_AI> There's no gravity, North! <Theta_AI> get them away, quick! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North PUNCHES the grenades at Maine <Mordred_> ...boom. <Mordred_> Zeta, I think we can put that voice modification system to use. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: ONI's getting impatient, they want Penny dead immediately <Mordred_> Let's go with that nice man's voice. <Mordred_> The guy with the glasses and bad accent. <Mordred_> That should be a nice diversion.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates his COM <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) South? Where are ya? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North contacts the team <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) What is it, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Guys, South isn't responding, something's up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine overhears the entire conversation, distracted by the maddening voices inside his head but continues to listen, concerned. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, this is North. You might want to get down here, South's missing. Maine, do you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, we've got transponders going down <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North turns to look down corridor <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, is that you? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh, Maine? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks towards Agent North, strangely aggressively. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) What's going on? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North starts to back off, one hand on his pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, it's Maine, something's up with him <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) On my way. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine tightens his fist. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine, back off. Now. Cal, get over here, now! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North glances back to check for reinforcements <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Uh, Texas? Cal? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine begins to walk faster and faster. It turns into sprinting. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North leaps aside <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Maine! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Hang on North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm almost there. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine smashes his fist into North's chestpiece, sending him flying across the entire corridor. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North cries out in pain. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ...right...you've lost it. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls back, and fires several rounds from his pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Texas, Maine's gone mad! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I don't think Maine's the only one. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I might be a while. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints and grabs North by waist and crashes himself into a wall into another corridor. North's disarmed, almost helpless. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North punches Maine repeatedly in the stomach <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Get...off...me... <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine remains unaffected and bashes North's helmet, making crack more and more until his visor's almost shattered completely. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help here! * Theta_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <Theta_AI> I'm here, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North uses the AI's power boost to twist free, lashing out at Maine <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine softly pushes North to the wall and quickly pushes himself into a combat stance, ready for battle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs his pistol and retreats down the corridor towards Texas <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at Maine's lower body, just below his chestplate <Theta_AI> Okay, ready some grenades, North. <Theta_AI> I'll time you and tell you when to pull the pins. <Theta_AI> If we time this right, you'll catch him by surprise. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jumps onto the walls and goes higher and higher before landing on North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls aside at the last moment and readies a grenade <Theta_AI> Now, North! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pulls the pin * Zeta_AI deactivates the gravity. <Theta_AI> Uh-oh. <Theta_AI> Get rid of the grenades! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh shi- <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North tosses the grenades at Maine <Theta_AI> There's no gravity, North! <Theta_AI> get them away, quick! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North PUNCHES the grenades at Maine <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, shield, now! <Theta_AI> On it! * Theta_AI forms a completely circular shield around North, now that they are drifting in mid-air. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine catches the grenade, unimpressed. It explodes into a cloud of smoke. A blue light emits from the mist. Maine is crouched, his fist in the floor and arms of energy waving out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates grav-boots <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, where's Maine? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North works his way out into the corridor to help Texas <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's armor lock breaks as he rises. North is nowhere to be found. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * growl * !

* Mordred_ pipes in his own voice, modified to sound like the Director. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, hello Agent Texas. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stops. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Uh-oh <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Director. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North follows, picking up a discarded assault rifle and keeping an eye out for Maine <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Were you behind this? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) I must apologize for this informal method of communication. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You've got more than that to apologize for. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Circumstances prevented me from attending to this matter directly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, where's California? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm reading another heat-sig in the Med Bay <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It's California! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Go find him, North. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches the bridge and gets to work. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) I understand the current circumstances are very complicated. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You must be very confused, Agent Texas. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) So much is happening. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) So many lives in your hands. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Can you handle the pressure? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah, you've had that burden before. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Looks like you've failed. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Perhaps. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Or maybe I simply succeeded. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Succeeded in what? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Turning your own agents against you? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> In becoming an excuse of a human being? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Maybe this is all part of the plan. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Did you ever think about that? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If it is, it sure is a stupid plan. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Just another simulation, Texas. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Just like all the others. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Is that all we are to you? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Experiments? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, I can't say it's a pleasant experience. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You're more like me than you think, Agent Texas. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hits the artificial gravity. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lands on her feet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh yeah? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How's that?

<Mordred_> (Director's voice) Created, used, and discarded. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas picks up her weapons and runs for the medical room. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Pathetic. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You haven't discarded me yet. Because I'm going to find you. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Really? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) And how do you plan on doing that? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's need-to-know information, director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sound familiar? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Not really. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Is that supposed to be irony? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Then you really don't realize what you are. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) And what am I, Texas? <Mordred_> (Director's voice) What am I?

<font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California goes to med-bay <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Hello Penny. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North heads towards the Med-Bay <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs syringe <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North kicks open Med-Bay door, rifle loaded. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know you're in here, Cal! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hits the artificial gravity. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California is hidden again <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm armed, and I've got Theta watching my back. You've got one chance to give up! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sees the heat sig of Cal behind a crate. He opens fire <Theta_AI> North, that's not- <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Gotcha!

<font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hears the gunfire and enters the medical bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where's Penny? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Can't see anything. I might have hit Cal. <Theta_AI> North...I don't think that's Cal... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks up to the crate and realizes with horror who it is. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...you shot Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She's dead. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming catches up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> oh no... <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Well, that's all I needed to hear. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> nononono <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where's Cal?! <Mordred_> (Director's voice) Excellent work, agents. <Mordred_> (Director's voice) You always exceed my expectations. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas cuts off the COM forcefully.

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm sure that was him! The armour outline matched up! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks up and sees Cal hanging on the ceiling. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shoot him! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming raises rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North raises rifle and fires <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pulls California down to the floor <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> BASTARD! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North punches California <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why are you doing this, Cal? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds California down on the ground, securing his arms and legs. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What secret did the director tell you? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North takes out his pistol <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine hear gunfire. Alarmed, Maine rushes to the source. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hold on, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Texas, make this quick. I want him dead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I have to know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal, what made you turn on your own friends? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> You aren't my friends. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Who is your friend? The director? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North paces silently around California <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> He brought us together for a reason. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Getting something on the tracker <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, weapons on the door. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming preps rifle. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Pull. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North points his pistol at California, watching the door <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs California and holds him in front of her, using him as a human shield. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sees a battleready Agent_Wyoming in the med bay. He then realises.... <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> Gamma... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You think it's funny to have someone shoot their own friend, Cal?!! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's see how you like it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine reveals himself to Wyoming <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California escapes Tex's grip <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts and fires three shots in rapid succession on Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at California <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tackles California down again, who avoided most of the shots. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I said hold fire! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds down the struggling California. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming asks questions later. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Although if you try that again, Cal, you will be dead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Got me? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine walks slowly towards the occupied Wyoming. Like a tiger stalking a deer. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He made me kill Penny! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, let's see if Maine will kill him to get to me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches California on the back of the head, knocking him out. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and fires on Maine. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North opens fire at Maine <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds California in front of her and charges at Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Agent Texas' tackle but the two smash through the wall, dodging all gunfire. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I haven't a clear shot as long as you're tumbling around with him, Tex! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands, leaving Cal unconscious on the ground. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You and me, Maine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You couldn't take me with York and Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You sure as hell can't take me alone. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sprints after Maind ane leaps on his back <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, a little help here! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North clings to Maine's neck <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs North's legs and jumps onto his back. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves up and punches Maine in the face, knocking him off North. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas follows up by slamming Maine into a wall, breaking right through it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly gets up and fires at Agent Texas. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes a couple of hits but dodges away <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming shoulders rifle and sighs, regretting about to enter fisticuffs. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls away, turns and runs at Maine again, kicking the gun away <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North repeatedly punches Maine <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dives in, going for Maine's legs. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine gets close to Texas. Holding her helmet and headbutts her before kicking her away. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles but stays on her feet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sigma... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas recovers quickly and bodyslams Maine to the ground. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers a crippling jab to the back of Maine's right knee. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pushes his full weight against Maine trying to floor him <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * grrrrrrr * <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North cocks pistol <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's muscles tighten. His anger raging. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sigma, I know you can hear me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where's South? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, do we kill him or not? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, if Cal got away, he'd do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...damn. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, get back to Cal! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine hears a voice in his head. "sic em" <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn you, Sigma. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls away from Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine pushes himself off the floor and sends everyone flying. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is clear and draws rifle. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas backflips and lands on one knee. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming readies for a brawl. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes up and unleashes a barrage of attacks on Maine.

<Zeta_AI> Connection lost, boss. <Mordred_> Copy that, Zeta. <Mordred_> Man, that guy's an asshole. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: You are a genius. You get a bonus as well. 4.2 Billion cR have been funneled to you <Mordred_> Glad I don't have to come up with those corny lines any more. <Mordred_> Nice work, Zeta. <Mordred_> The voice modifier was a great investment. <Zeta_AI> You did most of the work. <Zeta_AI> You do a good job of manipulating them. <Mordred_> Well, it's a good thing she cut us off when she did. <Mordred_> I was starting to forget it wasn't supposed to be me talking. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Did you get the payment? Also, that was one especially creative hit, i congratulate you. <Mordred_> Adamska_B156: You know our motto. <Mordred_> We deliver. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Next up is South. <Mordred_> I'll get back to you on that. * Mordred_ checks video feed again. <Mordred_> Huh. <Mordred_> Zeta, anything we can do to help California out? <Zeta_AI> It seems Agent Maine already has it handled. <Mordred_> Oh, nice. <Zeta_AI> He will make it in time to interrupt their conversation. <Mordred_> Handy guy to have around, isn't he? <Zeta_AI> I would say so. <Zeta_AI> Although I suggest you keep him away from us. He will come after me, you know. <Mordred_> Only if he knows I have you. <Zeta_AI> True. <Mordred_> But you know me. <Mordred_> I always have a backup plan. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California escapes Tex's grip <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts and fires three shots in rapid succession on Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at California <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tackles California down again, who avoided most of the shots. <Mordred_> Huh. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I said hold fire! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas holds down the struggling California. <Mordred_> Zeta, any more systems you can screw with? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He made me kill Penny! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, let's see if Maine will kill him to get to me. <Mordred_> Looks like most of this is out of our hands now. <Zeta_AI> It appears Agent Wyoming has set up defences. <Zeta_AI> I can try...but he may trace it. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine holds Agent Texas' tackle but the two smash through the wall, dodging all gunfire. <Mordred_> Well, now that you mention it I think Maine and California are plenty able to handle this by themselves. <Mordred_> No sense in pushing things too far. <Mordred_> We already got what we went in for. <Mordred_> I was hoping we could at least get California out of there. <Mordred_> Maybe Maine will kill them all for us. <Mordred_> Wouldn't that be nice? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Theta_AI emits an electric charge, shocking California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California drops syringe, breaking it <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North kicks California away and pulls out his sidearm. <Mordred_> Oh, what the hell. <Mordred_> Zeta, get me a channel to California. <Zeta_AI> Got it. Are you sure you don't mind if we get tracked? <Mordred_> Oh, no! <Mordred_> We might have to abandon this shitty apartment! <Mordred_> What will we do then? <Zeta_AI> My concern was with Agent Texas realizing who was screwing with her. <Mordred_> Just get me on the line with Cal. <Zeta_AI> One second. Gotta get past Wyoming's defences. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas delivers a chop under Maine's windpipe, knocking him back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings his arm, catching Maine with a strong backhand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas follows up with a punch to Maine's gut. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas finishes by punching Maine on the temple, knocking him out. <Mordred_> Move like we're getting paid to save his sorry ass. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors <Zeta_AI> Another minute and I'll be in.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors, spotting a slightly wounded Cal hiding nearby <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, we've gotta choose now, Maine or Cal! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) You take Cal! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Wyoming and I will handle Maine. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California tackles North, pulls out syringe <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls over <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Theta_AI emits an electric charge, shocking California. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California drops syringe, breaking it <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North kicks California away and pulls out his sidearm. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Move and you're dead. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The only reason I haven't killed you is because Tex wants you alive for questioning <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North cocks pistol and points it at him <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Cal. Talk or you die right here. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California jumps up <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California runs <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North starts firing at Cal, aiming for the knees <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No more hiding, Cal.

<font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine jabs Wyoming and slams his palm into Texas' chest. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex, we've gotta choose now, Maine or Cal! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) You take Cal! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Wyoming and I will handle Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps forward, rolling under Maine's arm to avoid further attack. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas delivers a chop under Maine's windpipe, knocking him back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming swings his arm, catching Maine with a strong backhand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas follows up with a punch to Maine's gut. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas finishes by punching Maine on the temple, knocking him out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, Maine is secure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Will he stay down this time? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, keep an eye on him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls Maine over, and starts punching in commands to lock down Maine's armor. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hears Cal's erratic breathing and finds him. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North shoots at Cal repeatedly, aiming to wound rather than kill <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming completes operation. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California throws grenade at North <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks the grenade into a wall. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas doesn't even wait before punching Cal in the side of the neck, knocking him out. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North leaps forward at Cal <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming draws sidearm now that Maine is secure. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...at least we've got them. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now let's wait for them to wake up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we space the pair of them. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> !?!?!?! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to move to no avail. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sorry, mate. You're just going to have to stay like that until I know what in bloody hell is going on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I want to find my sister. * Zeta_AI blows open the walls in the room, sending everyone into space. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas manages to grab onto a part of the ship's wall. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming holds onto Maine, ensuring they're not seperated. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates grav boots <Theta_AI> Hang on, North! * Theta_AI activates emergency breathing systems and inserts them into North's nose and mouth. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn it, we have to get back inside! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, let them go! They're too heavy! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North gasps for breath before sprinting to the armoury, discarding the useless helmet <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reluctantly lets go. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls Wyoming back inside now that he doesn't hold Maine and Cal's weight. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas struggles and manages to help Wyoming out of the room. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, you alright? <Theta_AI> Yeah, thanks to me. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Loud and clear, Tex. Bringing you guys some toys. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North puts on a new helmet <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So. . . <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's Penny's body? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Drifted out of space. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> A shame. But a fitting burial, I suppose. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the hell happened? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Who set off the explosives? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I haven't the slightest, my dear. What were we attacked by? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North makes his way back to the others, carrying portable jetpacks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I want to figure out what's going on, who's getting into the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Anyone want a spacewalk? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No thanks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's try to reach a part of the ship with gravity. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll leave Penny to the last peace she'll know. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North shrugs and puts two of the packs down, affixing the third to his armour. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches a room with working gravity and helps pull Wyoming in. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Texas, I could go out after Cal. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slumps to the floor. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No, Cal's a goner. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Him and Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> They just don't know it yet. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North pulls Tex to her feet. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Carolina's still in the med bay! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Need to check on her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, this sucks. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What's our total casualties? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're three Freelancers down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Two of them turned on us. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> One of them was killed by accident. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We can't do this on our own, Texas. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And South is still nowhere to be found. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This is going to set back our plans to find the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> There are other Freelancers on board. Washington, York, Carolina, Kentucky, the list goes on! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, it's never a good thing when we lose teammates. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And I still can't locate your sister. She might not even be on the ship. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll need more soldiers to fight the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. This is personal. It'll be just us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You sure? You're the best of us, Tex, but even you have failures. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I know... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I couldn't save Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I couldn't take Cal and Maine alive. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Penny was my fault. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Maine's loss was mine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I was team leader in Carolina's place, and I've failed. Again. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You ordered me to let him go. But I followed it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You never would have been able to pull them in on zero-gee, especially Maine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Look, there's just the three of us here, with South missing everyone else out cold. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn it, how did Carolina do it? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're a team, Tex. You just need to learn how to play right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Like me and Theta. We worked together, and the little guy saved my life twice today. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North turns and heads for the COM rom. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I believe we should rearm ourselves. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And we'll need to fix up the ship. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you go through the armoury. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Look, there might be others out there. Rearm, resupply and get the team together, that's all I'm saying. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At this point, we are the team, North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Your guard Carolina with your life. If we lose her, it's all over. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it Boss. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll find the best tools for the job aren't stowed with the common standard issues. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming heads off for his locker. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll go find South... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North stalks off toward the Med Bay. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North checks Carolina's room. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, the little lady's sleeping fine. Hasn't moved an inch since the fighting started. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Did the zero-gee hurt her? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Doesn't look like it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Rest of the med-bay is trashed though. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the locker room and approaches the one with his name stamped on it. There's a calm slowness to the way he twists the dial, and when the locker opens, he pulls out the false backing. Within lies a modified SRS99 with a stained wood stock, engraved with the words "Her Majesty". A revolver hands beside in a leather holster, which Wyoming straps on. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, the bay's trashed. You think I should move her? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Find somewhere with a bit more armour. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters the 'common' armory. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks over the assortment of submachine guns, assault rifles, shotguns, sniper rifles, battle rifles, and grenade launchers present. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects a pair of fragmentation grenades, stowing them within his belt. A third, similar object with a blue charge meter is also stowed. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North starts wheeling Carolina's bed out of the med bay <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Wyoming, I'm moving Carolina closer to the armoury. It'll be safer there, and they won't be able to breach the ship there <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, Texas, our armory appears more or less intact. The ammunition is a bit low from our previous exploits, but I think it should do for our purposes, so long as our enemies aren't legion. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm sure that Carolina will appreciate waking up next to a room of guns and armour. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas chuckles. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That she will. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So someone want to fill me in on Maine and good Cal's change of heart? Brainwashing, mind control? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't know. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine seems to be influenced by Sigma. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> As for Cal... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think the director told him something. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I just don't know what. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's dead the next time I see him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Taking control of our AI to take control of us. Devilishly devious. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But once I find the director, he'll answer for it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> At this point, Freelancer is out of control. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At this point, we are literally Freelancers. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I've got my insurance, just in case. Tex, do you have a plan? Y'know, when things go to hell? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> When things go to hell, my plan is shoot your way out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But right now out enemy isn't someone you can gun down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Our enemy is distrust, North. And we have to fight it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right.

<font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California throws grenade at North <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks the grenade into a wall. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas doesn't even wait before punching Cal in the side of the neck, knocking him out. <Mordred_> Well, shit. <Zeta_AI> Almost in. <Zeta_AI> Don't worry, I have a plan. <Mordred_> So do I. <Mordred_> Get remote access to Maine's armor. <Mordred_> Shock him awake. <Zeta_AI> Negative on the shock, boss. His armour's been locked down, being awake would do him no good. <Zeta_AI> I'm in. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now let's wait for them to wake up. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we space the pair of them. * Zeta_AI blows open the walls in the room, sending everyone into space. <Zeta_AI> Now that's what you call irony. <Mordred_> Or you could do that. <Mordred_> And North's faceplate was cracked too. * Mordred_ shakes his head. <Mordred_> That won't be pretty. <Mordred_> Hey, California. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, let them go! They're too heavy! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reluctantly lets go. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California floats around <Mordred_> Looks like you need a ride out of there. <Mordred_> I could probably get someone out there to rescue you. <Mordred_> You interested? <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California comes to <Mordred_> California, you still alive out there? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm in SPACE? <Mordred_> Yep. <Mordred_> Try not to scream. <Mordred_> I don't think anyone will hear you. <Mordred_> You can thank me for saving you later. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I do want help. <Mordred_> Righty then. <Mordred_> How much is that help worth to you? <Zeta_AI> Boss, may I remind you that they have a limited supply of oxygen. <Zeta_AI> You should put them somewhere with oxygen first and then negotiate. <Zeta_AI> You can always eject them later if need be. <Mordred_> Oh, good thinking Zeta. <Mordred_> I'll just be taking half your cut then, California. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Put it on Church's tab. <Mordred_> Nah, this one's courtesy of ONI. <Mordred_> Feels good to screw them over for once. <Mordred_> Alright, California, I just contacted some people. <Mordred_> A shuttle should be around to pick you up in, say, five minutes. <Mordred_> Hope you have enough oxygen for that. <Zeta_AI> Boss, may I suggest you bring in Maine as well. Same price? <Mordred_> Huh. <Mordred_> Maybe we should just leave him. <Zeta_AI> Sometimes brute force is the best option. <Zeta_AI> Even if it's not the most tasteful. <Mordred_> Fine. <Mordred_> But when he comes after us, don't say I didn't warn you. <Zeta_AI> As you said, he doesn't need to know. <Adamska_B156> mordred: If you're still on the ship, disable the reactor, and cook off the Archer missiles <Zeta_AI> A foolish suggestion. <Mordred_> Adamska_B156: How dumb do you think I am? <Mordred_> I was never on their ship to begin with. <Mordred_> Besides, we're losing connection here. <Mordred_> Zeta, get out of there before they trace us. <Zeta_AI> Way ahead of you. <Zeta_AI> I cut it as soon as I blew the ship open. <Mordred_> Oh. <Mordred_> So that's why I'm not getting a feed any more. <Mordred_> File the footage. <Mordred_> Something tells me we're not done with these guys just yet. <Zeta_AI> Boss, Agent Texas seems very concerned with Agent Carolina's well-being. <Zeta_AI> If we manage to take her out... <Mordred_> And I'm very concerned with my own well being. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Mordred, can you get us back to the ship? <Zeta_AI> Not the best idea. <Zeta_AI> You are outnumbered. <Zeta_AI> Not to mention you are no match for Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Got a shuttle inbound to pick you up. <Mordred_> Just sit tight. <Zeta_AI> Boss, what if we send in someone to deal with Carolina? <Zeta_AI> Someone who no one would think had anything to do with us? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Change of plans, distract the Freelancers and get Zeta to disable the AA guns, i'll blow a hole in the med bay, roger? <Mordred_> Adamska, I already got paid. <Zeta_AI> May I suggest you keep your foolish ideas to yourself. <Zeta_AI> Your tactics are at best shortsighted and at worst downright stupid. <Mordred_> What Zeta means is that we've had a rough day. <Adamska_B156> How'd you like to get more pay Mordred, or should I say Simon? <Mordred_> Don't piss me off. <Zeta_AI> I could start a fire in Adamska's control centre... <Zeta_AI> To give him something to think about, I mean. <Mordred_> And then you can deal with the ONI hit squad that comes after us. <Zeta_AI> It was a joke. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine wakes. The emptiness of space fills his vision. Confused, Maine continues to gaze until his throat's empty. His armor lock disabled, Maine fusses his hands around his neck. A nearby asteroid flies by from the thrusters of the Mother of Invention. Seeing this an an opportunity, Maine readies his legs and lands on the asteroid preparing to jump. <Mordred_> Why hasn't that shuttle picked them up yet? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because your pilot is dead. So you'll have to persuade me now. <Zeta_AI> That's not good. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Please? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North toys with a small beacon in his hand. <Mordred_> How much persuading do I have to do, South? <Mordred_> I'm a little short on time here. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That depends. You gonna get that idiot to call off the hit on me? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I have something I need to do. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I don't appreciate his boys trying to come after me. <Mordred_> I never accepted the hit on you. <Mordred_> Talk to ONI if it pisses you off so much. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No thanks. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How about you keep them off my back and I'll deliver these two to you? <Adamska_B156> Or maybe you'd rather talk to me South? <Mordred_> Sorry Adamska, out of my hands. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why talk when I can beat the crap out of you? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Anyway, in case you're wondering. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I need to get on board the Mother of Invention. <Zeta_AI> And why is that, Agent South? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I want to kill Carolina. <Mordred_> Well ain't that a coincidence. <Zeta_AI> Interesting. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what do you say? <Mordred_> Do I really want to ask what your beef with her is? <Mordred_> No, forget it. <Mordred_> I don't care. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's not your concern. <Adamska_B156> South, Simon, here's the deal, kill Carolina, you both get 6 billion cR <Mordred_> I'm sorry, you're on the line with Mordred right now. <Mordred_> Don't know who that other guy is. <Adamska_B156> Roger Mordred <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I send you Cal and Maine, you let me go after her, and we forget we ever talked. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Deal? <Mordred_> Fine. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I need to board as well. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South brings California and Maine on board and keeps them locked in the passenger bay. <Mordred_> Alright, South, get ready for some tech support. <Mordred_> Zeta, think you can get back into the Invention's systems? <Zeta_AI> What do you need me to do, boss? <Mordred_> Keep your presence to a minimum. <Mordred_> Get me a live feed and track South's progress. <Zeta_AI> Okay. <Mordred_> Try to get her to Carolina without running into the others. <Zeta_AI> I assume she doesn't need to know. <Zeta_AI> Or do you want to stick your neck out for her? <Mordred_> Like I said, keep the presence at a minimum. <Mordred_> If we can kill Carolina while she's out, we'll solve a lot of problems. <Mordred_> And get filthy rich in the process. <Zeta_AI> Hm. And you seemed so reluctant when I first suggested it. <Mordred_> I've had a change of heart. <Zeta_AI> Very wise of you. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South drops off California and Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See you boys around.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming inspects one of the empty weapons lockers. It's lined with NXRA material. <Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What the deuce? My connection to some of the ship's systems just cut dead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Check on the bridge. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Woah, you guys feel that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll stay here in the armory with Carolina, if you don't mind. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs a sniper from the armoury <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sensors are back up. Nothing. Must've been a glitch. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where's York to check our systems when you need him? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You guys stay with Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I have to go check something out. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands and leaves the armoury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices a security camera turning to focus on North, Carolina and himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, are you seeing that? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming quick-draws the revolver and blasts it. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North cracks his knuckles <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, I think we'd best ready ourselves to counter-breach. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks down the armory doors. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up, sensors have something. It's no glitch this time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> North, they're back. <Theta_AI> (COM) Tex, North, Wyoming! <Theta_AI> They've entered the ship! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, keep track of them <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Damn. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Go find them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) What about Carolina? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Just lock the armoury doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I can guard her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) No North, go with him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I have a feeling as to who it is. Don't let them get away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright boss, we're moving. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming unlocks the door, exits with North, and relocks them. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nothing gets through these doors, understand? look after her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They entered in the hangar. They'll be coming for us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, let's move together. They can't get the drop on us. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates enhanced sensors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming advances towards the hangar with North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Detecting faint heat sigs <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls out Her Majesty. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North draws his pistols <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Tex? How's the armoury? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Almost there. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) The doors should still be locked, don't worry. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Agent_Maine rounding a corner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires three rounds at Agent_Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine blasts his shotguns before flipping behind a corner. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at Maine repeatedly <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming dodges easily and waits for Maine to emerge again. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine pumps his guns before rolling a grenade under Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls clear. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, get ready. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Can't see him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm gonna flash him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> On my mark. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> sync? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Sync. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> mark! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North throws flashbang <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California silently takes aim at Wyoming's head with BR55 <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs his entire grenade belt and throws it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spins and fires, blowing the grenade belt midway. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North dashes forward <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, you get Maine. California's mine. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots at Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is obscured to Cal by the grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is able to duck the blinded shots. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North tackles California and punches him <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares down Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wonderful. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Remember me, Cal? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine sprints and tackles Wyoming, disarming him of all his weapons. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You made me kill Penny! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North keeps punching Cal <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is physically weaker, but manages to evade Maine's grip. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has lost rifle. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoots North at point-blank with MA5B <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls, his armour slightly scratched, and jumps to his feet, throwing a pistol to Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes for his pistol, spinning the gun as it's brought up, but it's slapped down by Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine quickly grabs his shotgun and fires towards Wyoming, going closer and closer. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at California with his other pistol <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is in trouble, but has a backup. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine aims into Wyoming's face. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls the blue-lighted 'grenade', the flash EMP blinding Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slaps the shotgun barrel aside and sweeps low at Maine's legs. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California switches to BR55, shoots North's chest <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grunts in pain and pulls California forward, punching him in the face <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs Cal by the neck and slams him repeatedly against the wall until he stops kicking <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He's knocked out! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is almost blinded and disabled. He grabs his helmet, the voices more intense than ever. In agony and pain, Maine is going insane on the spot. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, take care of Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sprints off <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just. One. Moment. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers an overhead slam to Maine's helmet, dropping him. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine 's mind is slowly losing. His grip on reality fading from Wyoming's blow. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California wakes up and helps Maine fight Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming kicks Maine over and engages Cal. * Zeta_AI cuts the power in the hallway where Wyoming is. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California deters Wyoming with short bursts from his guns <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots the muzzle flash in the dark and rushes in close to avoid being cut down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming delivers a punch to Cal's midsection. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine now only sees Greek numerals fading in and out and a malevolent voice haunting him; human. sane. possible. meta.. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California goes to full-auto MA5B fire <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls the raising weapon, the rifle firing high. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls on the weapon, trying to wrestle it from California's grasp. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California shoves grenade into Wyoming's armor

<font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South flies back to the Mother of Invention. <Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <Mordred_> Zeta, get me a line to California. <Zeta_AI> On it, boss. <Mordred_> Hey, California. <Mordred_> Want to earn back that money I just took? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Yes. <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <Adamska_B156> Mordred, what is Carolina's status as of this moment <Mordred_> She's going to be dead, very soon. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Good <Mordred_> California, all you have to do is get Maine back to the Mother of Invention. <Mordred_> Think you can handle that? <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I need something... fast. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South enters the recovery bay to find it's completely empty. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit it... <Mordred_> Now what? <Zeta_AI> It may be tricky to...drop South a hint about where Carolina is. <Zeta_AI> Without her finding out I'm helping her, of course. <Zeta_AI> Should I contact her? <Mordred_> She doesn't know you're with me. <Mordred_> Go ahead. * Zeta_AI establishes a connection with Agent_South <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Mordred, where are we? <Mordred_> California, there's a Pelican dropship on autopilot headed for your position. <Mordred_> You'll find it stocked with all the gear you need. <Mordred_> You and Maine load up and head back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Thank you <Mordred_> Just make it snappy. <Mordred_> I'm in a bit of a hurry here. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming notices a security camera turning to focus on North, Carolina and himself. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming quick-draws the revolver and blasts it. <Zeta_AI> I've lost visual on the inside of the armoury. <Zeta_AI> I cannot jettison them into space since the armoury is in the centre of the ship. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California boards <Mordred_> California, you almost on board yet? <Mordred_> I'm not paying you by the hour here. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California grabs BR55HB SR and MA5B <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm onboard. <Mordred_> Right then. <Mordred_> You and Maine head for the armory. <Mordred_> Try not to get your asses kicked this time. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California carefully hides <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Maine, I'll cover you. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine grabs himself 2 shotguns and places them on each shoulderblade. <Mordred_> Zeta, make sure the latest psychotic bitch doesn't kill her backup. <Zeta_AI> Way ahead of you. * Adamska_B156 continues watching from South's helmet cam whilst fiddling with his dummy 5.56 mm round <Adamska_B156> South: No semantics, just do it <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots Agent_Maine rounding a corner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up! <Mordred_> And the games begin. <Mordred_> Again. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas comes out of nowhere and tackles South to the ground. <Adamska_B156> FUCK! <Mordred_> Oh, boy. <Zeta_AI> Damn. <Mordred_> I didn't see that one coming. <Adamska_B156> mordred: you get the 10 billion credits anyway <Mordred_> California, get Maine over to the armory. <Adamska_B156> Have zeta decompress the room <Mordred_> Adamska, they're in the deepest part of the ship. <Mordred_> That won't work. <Zeta_AI> How oblivious are you? I just told you the armoury was in the middle of the ship. <Zeta_AI> Not to mention it's heavily armoured. <Adamska_B156> Damn <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why do you care about her anyway? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You two always hated each other. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's where you're wrong. <Mordred_> Oh, what the fuck. <Mordred_> Now it's a catfight. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: What does zeta have control over <Mordred_> I think it's time to screw with our good friend Texas again. <Zeta_AI> What do you have in mind? <Mordred_> Whatever you can. <Adamska_B156> Do it, and you get double pay Mordred * Zeta_AI detonates an entire rack of grenades perched behind Texas. <Zeta_AI> Oh. So I can do that. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California switches to BR55, shoots North's chest <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grunts in pain and pulls California forward, punching him in the face <Mordred_> California, what did I say about not getting your ass kicked this time? <Mordred_> Finish the job. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina (~chatzilla@207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <Mordred_> Oh snap. <Zeta_AI> Oh shoot. <Adamska_B156> Oh shit! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wyoming, take care of Cal. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sprints off <Mordred_> Son of a bitch. <Mordred_> Zeta, slow them down. <Zeta_AI> Got it. <Mordred_> And would somebody just kill Carolina already? * Zeta_AI cuts the power in the hallway where Wyoming is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We may be twins, but everyone always liked you better. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I see you trying to kill our friends. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Friends? <Mordred_> You know, South might actually be useful if she'd stop being such an idiot. <Mordred_> Zeta, it's all on you. <Zeta_AI> There's a problem. <Mordred_> I know there's a problem. <Mordred_> There's always a problem. <Zeta_AI> Sigma got a hold of my trail. <Zeta_AI> I have to cut it or he'll be onto me. <Mordred_> Oh, son of a bitch. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: Fuck it, even if she kills Carolina, you're still getting all the pay anyway. <Mordred_> Pull out, Zeta. <Mordred_> Pull out now. <Zeta_AI> Pulling out. <Mordred_> We've still got audio and visual feed. * Mordred_ sighs.

<Zeta_AI> Disabling the Mother of Invention's sensors now. <Zeta_AI> Opening the Mother of Invention's hangar doors. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South flies back to the Mother of Invention. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South lands in the hangar. <Zeta_AI> Reactivating the Mother of Invention's systems now. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South slips off for the recovery bay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South enters the recovery bay to find it's completely empty. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit it... * Zeta_AI establishes a connection with Agent_South <Zeta_AI> Agent South Dakota, do you hear me? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Who is this? <Zeta_AI> Your benefactor. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh yeah? How do I know you're not someone who's trying to screw with me? <Zeta_AI> I understand you're looking for Agent Carolina. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah? What's it to you? <Zeta_AI> She's in the armoury, under heavy guard. <Zeta_AI> With Agent Wyoming...and your brother. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South swears. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well thanks for telling me. <Zeta_AI> And as you know, the armoury is designed specifically to withstand damage. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what do you want me to do? <Zeta_AI> Lure Wyoming and North away. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And how do I do that? <Zeta_AI> Be careful, South. Agent Texas is already suspicious. <Zeta_AI> She may find you if you don't stay quiet. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, thanks a lot. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up, sensors have something. It's no glitch this time. <Theta_AI> They've entered the ship! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Go find them. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) What about Carolina? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Just lock the armoury doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I'm on my way back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) I can guard her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) No North, go with him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) I have a feeling as to who it is. Don't let them get away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Alright boss, we're moving. <Zeta_AI> Okay South. Go. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On it. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South reaches the armoury. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, the doors are locked! * Zeta_AI opens the doors. <Zeta_AI> Not anymore. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South enters the armoury, and slowly approaches Carolina's still form. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well well, look who it is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Number one agent. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too good for the rest of us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So good you had to get two AIs. <Mordred_> Zeta, tell South to stop dicking around. <Zeta_AI> Get on with it, Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South draws her pistol <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Good night, Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas comes out of nowhere and tackles South to the ground. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I should have known. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas doesn't waste time talking and starts fighting South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South blocks the attacks but is slowly being pushed back. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Is this what it's come to? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You turning on your own fellow Freelancer? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She stole my glory at the oil platform. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No South, she saved your life. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She always steals my glory! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why do you care about her anyway? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You two always hated each other. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's where you're wrong. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And that's something you've never understood. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lands several punches on South and stuns her by pinning her aginst the wall. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South struggles but can't free herself. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lowers her fist. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I won't kill you, South. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I won't do anything to you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That I'll leave to North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South laughs humourlessly. * Zeta_AI detonates an entire rack of grenades perched behind Texas. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slams hard into South from the impact. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South throws Texas off her and pushes away. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South scrambles for her gun. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Maybe I can't beat you, Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I never could. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But I finally have a shot at Carolina, and you're not going to take it away from me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs South's hand and forces it upward, firing several shots into the ceiling. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South struggles to free her grip on the pistol, but can't. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina (~chatzilla@207.190.60.1) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South manages to shoot Tex in the shoulder, causing her to let go. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) North, I need your help! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Come to the armoury! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) On my way! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North runs into the armoury, pistol drawn <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pushes South off him and throws her at North. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns back to Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, wake up, dammit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs south <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Do you see this, North? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We may be twins, but everyone always liked you better. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I see you trying to kill our friends. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South laughs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Friends? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South twists North's wrist and frees herself. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North jumps back <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What is it? The AI? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Just because you never got one, you're pissed off? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If only it were that simple. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's everything, North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sighs

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slows time with Gamma, pulling the grenade free and throwing it free of the battling Freelancers. It explodes just out of range, throwing both to the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly gets up. Determined to stay conscious, he focuses himself onto the battle. He raises his hand but slowly and softly punches Wyoming before stumbling into a small and confined room nearby, going back into his evil fantasy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets up first. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hauls Carolina out of the armoury on the gurney. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stirs groggily. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're awake! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina comes to quickly, scowling at all the commotion. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Wh-what's going on...? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've got big problems. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Can you fight? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina moves her injured arm stiffly, then clenches her good hand into a fist. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Always. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches Carolina's room. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get your armour on. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina wrestles on her armor piece by piece, slow going with her bum arm. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas helps Carolina out. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas injects Carolina with an adrenaline shot. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina gives a shaky laugh as newfound energy courses through her. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Thanks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll give North a little family time. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's go give Wyoming a hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leads Carolina down the hall to where Wyoming is.

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're awake! <Mordred_> Well, this is going to hell in a handbasket. <Mordred_> Hey, California, Carolina just woke up. <Zeta_AI> Well, this is bad. <Mordred_> Very bad. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: If you can kill 'em all, do it now <Mordred_> Adamska, I'm trying to concentrate here. <Mordred_> You aren't helping. <Mordred_> And they're both in the game now. <Mordred_> Well Zeta, any brilliant ideas? <Zeta_AI> Maybe next time, boss. <Mordred_> I'm out. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, if you'd been a little more patient, then you would have gotten your own AI <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> "Patient"? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Faster reflexes, increased strength and everything else. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just always be patient. Always wait. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I've been waiting my whole life! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And you're always put first. <Mordred_> Christ, does she ever stop complaining?

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You never were a patient one. Please, don't make me shoot. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just you and me, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No number one to help you out. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, I wish I didn't have to do this. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South runs at North and disarms him. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North counters her move and kicks her back. The pistol clatters to the floor between them <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know all your moves, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I know yours. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I suppose we're even. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But you always hung back and watched, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, you're in an armoury, I suppose. Try for the rifle and I might grab that pistol. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Your move, south. <Theta_AI> I wouldn't say quite even. <Theta_AI> You've got me, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <Theta_AI> And for the record South, I never liked you. <Theta_AI> You were too mopey <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Little asshole! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, I was kind of waiting to mention you Theta. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South lunges to attack North as if she could hurt Theta in the process. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sidesteps and slams her to the ground <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Y'know, if you'd been a little more patient, then you would have gotten your own AI <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> "Patient"? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Faster reflexes, increased strength and everything else. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just always be patient. Always wait. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I've been waiting my whole life! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And you're always put first. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Just because you were impatient. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, there's one gun between us, and an armoury full of toys. Give up, Please. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> This time I'm not letting it go. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's been too many times. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sighs <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs the pistol and turns to face South

<font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas bursts through the door. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina follows Texas, less dramatic but still menacing in Tex's shadow. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves to help Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, you boys are in trouble now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees Cal rising, and Maine holding his head as he walks away. Wyoming kicks Cal through the door. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Look who I brought with me, Wyoming. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What the hell do you think you're all doing?! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina rushes after Tex, even as she berates the others while they're fighting. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Long story. I'll explain later. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming has pushed Cal in with the insane Maine. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hey, Cal. Best of luck. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locks the door. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks from agent to agent, unsure who's friend or foe. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You boys are in for it now. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cause your team leader's back and she's not happy with you. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> Maine, you alright? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> nnnonoonnnn... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina hefts a pistol in her left hand. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> * meta.st.. st..bil....y * <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina hears Maine's utterance and glances at him warily. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California notices medpacks in the closet <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas rushes California, attacking him mercilessly with her bare hands. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No you don't. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina approaches Maine, unsure whether to attack or aid. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take him, Carolina! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slowly gets up and smashes his helmet into the walls and punching them madly. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina gets closer to Maine, pistol trained on his head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slumps against a wall outside, his fight with both Cal and Maine taking its toll. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming puts a hand to his side, and it comes up bloody. He reapplies the pressure. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California wearily shoots at Tex <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the hit but doesn't slow. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas doesn't let up and punches California repeatedly in the face and chest. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks California in the torso, sending him colliding with the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> uugh... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas finishes by grabing California by the foot and swings him around, slamming him headfirst into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California passes out <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine slumps his head against the wall and slowly turns to Carolina. His memory in place, remembers. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> eeettt....ii.iota. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine roars and smacks the pistol out of Carolina's hand. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina curses as the pistol goes flying and kicks Maine in the gut. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns around and sees Carolina fighting Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine is determined to mine Eta and Iota out of Carolina's head and elbows her chest, arm and knee. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> thhhe....voicccee.. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs towards Maine. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine goes onto his knees. He's becoming almost possessed by Sigma's vision. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina growls and punches Maine in the throat with her good fist. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina uses her other hand to knock Maine into the air with an uppercut. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina brings down her good hand on Maine's head, slamming him hard onto the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to breathe again but his mind is already failing on him, as well as his own body. He falls unconscious. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stops just short of Maine, who is sprawled at her feet. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California comes to and silently crawls away <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, no you don't. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California slumps <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas knees California in the face, causing the back of his head to collide with the wall. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs California, spins him around, and sends him sliding across the floor with a kick to his chest. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think we're just about done here. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stands over Maine's body, victorious but bewildered as to why he went crazy. <Adamska_B156> Texas: Have you ever wondered who was orchestrating this opera <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At least you got to kick some ass today even though you were sleeping through most of it. <Adamska_B156> Carolina: Have you ever wondered today if there was a puppet master? * ChanServ sets mode +q #halo-fanon * ! * @gateway/web/freenode/ip.68.63.119.164

<Mordred_> Zeta, get me a feed to South. <Zeta_AI> Sorry, Sigma's still probing for me. * Mordred_ sits back to watch the show. <Mordred_> Oh well. <Mordred_> Did my best. <Mordred_> Too bad about California and Maine. <Zeta_AI> Yes. They really don't stand a chance now. <Mordred_> Well, on the bright side we won't have to worry about Maine anymore. <Adamska_B156> Mordred: do you recommend I reveal myself as the puppetmaster? <Zeta_AI> I don't like to speak uneloquently. <Zeta_AI> But shut up, Adamska. <Mordred_> Adamska, you have two of the most dangerous commandos in the galaxy fighting on the same side. <Mordred_> You don't want to piss them off. <Mordred_> Well. <Mordred_> Any more than they already are. <Mordred_> Well, I am really glad I already got paid. <Mordred_> Because the client's about to die. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires the pistol thrice into her lower abdomen <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South screams. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls to the ground, clutching her wounds. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North immediately drops the pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, I'm sorry. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South grabs the pistol and shoots North in the legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> agh! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Me too. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls next to North, one hand on his chest. * Mordred_ fetches popcorn. <Mordred_> The most powerful soldiers in the galaxy. <Mordred_> And they're all busy killing each other. <Mordred_> It's kind of tragic when you think about it, huh Zeta? <Adamska_B156> Mordred: A toast to your efficiency <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No, North. We failed. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because we let them do it to us. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls to the ground, and slips away into unconsciousness. <Mordred_> South's down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North falls unconscious <Zeta_AI> So is North. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks California in the torso, sending him colliding with the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> uugh... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas finishes by grabing California by the foot and swings him around, slamming him headfirst into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California passes out <Mordred_> California's down. <Zeta_AI> And I'm not too confident on Maine's odds. <Mordred_> Well, it's not really our problem anymore. <Zeta_AI> I still say we got something good out of it. <Mordred_> Well, yeah. <Mordred_> We got paid. <Zeta_AI> Money is still money even if it comes from the hand of a fool. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina growls and punches Maine in the throat with her good fist. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina uses her other hand to knock Maine into the air with an uppercut. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina brings down her good hand on Maine's head, slamming him hard onto the ground. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine trys to breathe again but his mind is already failing on him, as well as his own body. He falls unconscious. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas knees California in the face, causing the back of his head to collide with the wall. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs California, spins him around, and sends him sliding across the floor with a kick to his chest. <Mordred_> And they're done. <Zeta_AI> Saw that coming. <Mordred_> Zeta, California's going to squeal. <Zeta_AI> You mean when he regains consciousness? <Mordred_> I think it's time we bailed. <Zeta_AI> Right behind you...figuratively speaking. * Mordred_ cuts the feed to Mother of Invention. <Mordred_> Adamska, if you know what's good for you you'll pray neither of them ever find out we were ever involved with any of this. * Zeta_AI has quit (Quit: Page closed)

<font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'm not seeing Maine or California helping you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You want Maine or California? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nope. Maine's too slow and Cal annoys me. All that hiding. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I know you, at least. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If you knew me, you'd have been there for me when I needed you! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You know full well I can't be around all the time. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North glances towards a shock baton on the table <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You never spoke up for me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You never sided with me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Always with Carolina and York and Washington. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, you did more than enough speaking of your own, South. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South moves to attack again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs the shock baton, activates it and spins round, smashing it over South's head. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South flinches but recovers quickly, and grabs North and smashes him so hard into the wall he gets stuck. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I hope that didn't hurt. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No, but I think this will. I'm sorry, South. * Theta_AI emits a flash charge from North's armour, blinding South. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires the pistol thrice into her lower abdomen <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South screams. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls to the ground, clutching her wounds. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North immediately drops the pistol <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, I'm sorry. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South grabs the pistol and shoots North in the legs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> agh! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Me too. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls next to North, one hand on his chest. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why'd you side with them, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I could ask you the same question. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> They're honest, or at least more than the Director <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I guess that's why they did all this. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> We were twins. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They wanted to experiment with us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See what happens when one got everything and the other got screwed over. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, here we are... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess they failed then. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No, North. We failed. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because we let them do it to us. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls to the ground, and slips away into unconsciousness. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North falls unconscious

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's haul these two to the holding cells. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina then turns her attention to Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I kicked my teammate's ass! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It wasn't him, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It was Sigma. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And...Penny's dead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> California though, he's a clear-cut traitor. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks shocked, then suspicious, then wearily sad. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Sigma... dammit. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts California and Maine on a gurney and hauls them out of the room. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, let's go see if North's alright. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd love to, but. . . I'm afraid I must beg some assistance. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas helps Wyoming to his feet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> South has some things to answer for too. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Good idea. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reveals the bloody tear in his armor's suit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That grenade threw a bit of shrapnel my way. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You need some medical treatment too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It would have been worse, if not for Gamma. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, what do you know. The sly bastard did some good. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the armoury with Carolina and Wyoming. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina walks over to the twins, noting all the blood. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, I'll keep Maine in your care. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> As soon as you're recovered, I want you to get Sigma out of Maine's head. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll take care of it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> These AI. They're a double-edged knife. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just as dangerous to us as they make us to our enemies. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina leans down stiffly and checks North's pulse, and is satisfied. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> North's gonne be okay, if we can stop the bleeding. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina completely ignores South, though her injuries are much worse than North's. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, help Wyoming and the twins there too for medical treatment. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They'll need to get those bullets taken out of them. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll bring Cal and Maine to the holding cells and see you at recovery. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas places South none-too-gently on a trolley. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> North? Can you hear me? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, get him to the bay first. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas helps move North carefully onto a trolley. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is wheeled away with the twins. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas hauls Cal and Maine down the other side hallway. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina pushes the trolley with her good arm, grimfaced. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina reaches the recovery bay and help the doctors move the Freelancers onto some beds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs a medic's arm. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Save the anesthetic for the real wounded, mate. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just find me a bottle of good rum. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And Earl Gray, if you have any. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters the medical bay alone. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, it's been almost 8 hours. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The others will be in for a hell of a story when they wake up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll leave you guys here, if you don't mind. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I need to have a word with Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas exits with Carolina and the doors slide shut behind them. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit... next time I'm out like that, Texas, just wake me up and gimme some painkillers. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sorry. We were in an emergency. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina...I couldn't have done it without you. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina leans against the wall, cradling her useless arm with her functional one, seemingly unaffected. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe, maybe not. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're still not fully recovered yet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You need to rest as well. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sighs. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're a few Freelancers short now, and we have some new...enemies to deal with. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This really sets back our plan to find the director. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks up at Tex, somewhat wild-eyed. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> If this arm's gonna take too long to heal, I want a better one. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take it easy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've got time. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But look...while you were out, the director contacted me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm pretty sure he was behind all this. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If he really wants us to find him like you said...he's really not making it easy. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Behind what? Making our teammates go crazy? How? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grimaces. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He has to answer for that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> As always. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Before Maine attacked me, he said... he said their names. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. I figured. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I did some digging last night, and I figured it all out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> During your classes, did Sigma ask about...metastability? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina frowns, as if unable to recall. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Ugh.... they're whispering again... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina reaches back and turns Eta and Iota off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think they woke you up when they saw you were in danger. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming's right...these things are a doubled-edged blade. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> That... that word. Meta... something? Sigma may have mentioned it, but these two seem to know what it is, too. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think Sigma is looking to capture every AI fragment that the director created. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Since each of them is only a part of an individual, Sigma wants to put them all together and become whole. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So he's hunting the Freelancers with AIs. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Using Maine... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But what I don't understand is, why would he fall in with the director? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If the director ripped all these traits from a single AI, he wouldn't want Sigma to achieve metastability. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina turns around and punches the wall with her good arm. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I GAVE him that AI! <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas gives a humourless smile, despite the seriousness of the situation. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, at least it's not you hunting down the Freelancers. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They'd stand no chance. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas becomes serious again. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, something doesn't add up. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I'd say. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director wouldn't let Maine turn against the Freelancers even if it gets us out of his way. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is calm again, and appears thoughtful. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I feel like we're being manipulated somehow. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas freezes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wait a minute... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> When I dropped off Cal and South in the holding cells... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...he wasn't there. The mercenary. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How could I have missed that? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina frowns. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The... mercenary? What mercenary? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There was a mercenary who was stealing information on the Freelancer project. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I detained him, and wanted to have some words with him...my own way. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But the director insisted on talking to him privately. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> After that...I saw... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas trails off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He was on the dropship. The director let him go. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And...Cal knew about it. He was there. That explains everything! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But...that couldn't be all. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It had to be important. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not just the mercenary... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What if... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What if the director gave the mercenary an AI fragment? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't be surprised if the director saw it coming. Sigma turning against us. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's it...the director loosed Maine on us knowing that Sigma will never find every single fragment. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The bastard. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina. We need to find the mercenary. And we need to get that AI back. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... why? So Maine can come after us for every one of them? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to look at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, these AIs are dangerous. In the wrong hands... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I was wondering how the ship was being torn apart by...by an unknown force. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Grenades exploding on their own. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Power shorting out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Gravity disappearing. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The ship opening itself up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That AI is more dangerous than Maine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We were lucky to win that fight. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas meets Carolina's eyes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Then again...maybe it was because of you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Before you woke, I kept trying, and trying, and trying. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And no matter what, I just couldn't keep up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can't lead these Freelancers, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's your job. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Yeah. And in case you haven't noticed, I spend more time wondering what the hell is going on than actually solving anything. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks away frustratedly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well...once we get Sigma out of Maine's head, I'm sure South and Cal have a lot to explain. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe they can answer your questions. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> All the Director had to do was chip away at faults that already existed. Because I didn't keep them in line. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, once everyone hears what happened, they'll be listening you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's be honest, every Freelancer in the program wants a piece of the director for one reason or another. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But now it's personal. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina seems to buck up a little, maybe out of pride or perhaps genuine courage. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> When I woke up, you were wheeling me down some hallway. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What was that about? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks away. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I found South standing in front of you. About to kill you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I stopped her. North showed up, and I decided to get you out of there. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks surprised for a moment, then sighs. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Should've guessed. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Uh... thanks. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shakes her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It shouldn't have happened. I asked North and Wyoming to leave you to find Cal and Maine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If you were killed, it would have been my fault. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina smirks. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> One thing you didn't fail at. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas chuckles quietly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At least it counts for something too. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I didn't think South was like that... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...I told North to watch her, but I would never have thought... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Nobody would have. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> We're supposed to be a team. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> We're supposed to look out for each other. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Not... stab each other in the back. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas laughs bitterly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess CT was on our side all along. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We just didn't realize it at the time... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...well, I didn't. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks very uncomfortable at the mention of CT. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You were the only one who did. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls out a dog tag from her armour. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This helped me figure out what the director's done. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina raises an eyebrow. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> CT left it for me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She...said I was trustworthy. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And she called me a friend. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina listens with a grim expression. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas clenches her fist around the dog tag. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I could have taken her alive. I know that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She was on the ground. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> ... were you using Omega at the time... by any chance? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas nods slowly. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina sighs wearily, realizing something. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You're right. These AI have been tearing us apart all along. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Theta saved North today, twice. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Gamma saved Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And...your AIs woke you up when we needed you the most. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think that if we stop using them as the director wants us to...they can be our friends as well. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They're traits. What the hell is Omega supposed to be? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Rage. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And I never want to use him again. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina gives a curt nod of approval. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We wanted a lead on the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'd say this mercenary's a good place to start. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll see what South and Cal know about him, and we'll find him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll make him pay for Penny. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And then we'll find the director. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands up. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up and pinches the bridge of her nose, wincing. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You know what? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> All this time, all those missions... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I've never looked forward to anything like I'm looking forward to getting my hands on the Director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That makes two of us. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Funny how all his hard work is gonna bite him in the ass. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, the others are going to be waking up soon. I think a debriefing is due. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think everyone has the right to know now about these AIs. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina pulls a stim from her belt storage and pops it into the crook of her right elbow. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You can do the honors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sure thing. You need your rest. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's been a long night. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll check up to see how Wash is recovering from Epsilon. And then I'll get York and some others to start fixing the holes we punched in the ship. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina snorts. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Rest? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't think any of us are going to get any real rest until this is over with. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, you're only human. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It might seem like a setback sometimes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But really, you should be glad of it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's more than some of us get... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina eyes the still visible wires from Tex's wounds and nods slightly. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Okay. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But if anybody tries to off me this time, they won't live to regret it. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas laughs quietly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll bet. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaves Carolina to the doctors and heads off to see if the others are awake. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What a hell of a night... III = Episode III: The Lost Freelancer

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm not so sure if it was a good idea to continue these augmentations. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Everyone's knocked out again. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, mostly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And this time we've got even less Freelancers. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters Mother of Invention's bridge. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not to mention South and Cal are against us. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, anything to report? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the bridge. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, how you feeling? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> All recovered from the removal process? <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lets out a silent 'fine' <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll come down to join you. Be down in a moment. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No Wyoming, you stay on the bridge. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> All right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, make sure the barracks are well-guarded. We don't want any more Freelancers assassinated. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Keep quiet, Cal! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey Cal, stop kicking the wall. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm trying to sleep. <font color=#2F3DD6><Agent_California> I'm BORED! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, you're gonna be dead if you don't stay quiet. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the hell? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, what was that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Tex, I believe we have visitors. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've got a situation in the hangar! <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Use the weapons systems and hold off the ships. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, meet me at hangar 4. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, start the fireworks. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, this sure looks like it's gonna be fun. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the hangars and sees the assault team. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes away. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lands on soldiers and slices an entire line of soldiers. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, how we doing on the bridge? * Zeta_AI opens the hangar door, sending vacuum blasting into the bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shit! <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, mind giving Maine and I a ride? <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> That looks bad. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where did all those explosions come from? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Did the missiles detonate in their tubes? <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What just happened? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've got a bit of control back. Opening the hangar door. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas heads down towards the detention block via hallway. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas spots Pyr0. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Roger Wyoming, head on down. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes aim at Pyr0. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls around the flames and opens fire on Pyr0. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine fires non-stop. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas fires upon Pyr0, to no avail. * Muscles appears behind Maine and raises his rocket launcher. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, look out! * Pyr0 stumbles under the stream of gunfire, but keeps his flamethrower burning * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota (18b3d43e@gateway/web/freenode/ip.24.179.212.62) has joined #halo-fanon * <font color=#C6A500>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Minnesota! * Pyr0 staggers and spins to fire at Minnesota. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas trips Pyr0 and disarms him of his flamethrower. * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota goes to meet with Wyoming <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's see how you like it... <font color=#515151> * 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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns the flame on Knives_ * Knives_ nimbly dodges * Pyr0 tackles Tex from behind. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs Pyr0 from behind her back and flips him over her. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slams Pyr0 to the ground. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Who the hell are these guys? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Haven't the slightest, but they've brought back-up. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Well shit. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas feels no pain and gut-punches Knives_ <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns to see Muscles getting up. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes to Muscles and headbutts him in the chest, knocking him back. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs one of Knives_ knives and slashes at her with it. * Knives_ parries and counterattacks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> One down, two to go. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks the pistol out of Knives_' hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slashes her stolen knife down Knives_' forearm. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> I'll help Maine, you help Tex. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs after Knives. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Min, give Maine a hand. * <font color=#C6A500>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=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns the corner, hefting the knife in one hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas flips the knife onto its blade and flings it at Knives_' back. * Knives_ collapses. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Scratch two. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#C6A500>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Dammit! <font color=#515151><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=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota checks to make sure that Maine isn't badly wounded. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming! <font color=#515151><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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Hmm? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, come in, do you read me? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Watch out, Wyoming's gone rogue! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Minnesota! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Do you copy? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get down to the detention block, pronto! <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Roger * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota turns around, BR at the ready <font color=#515151><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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> I copy. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South sees Minnesota and opens fire on him. * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota takes cover <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South reaches Minnesota and aims at him. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Shit! * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota takes cover. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South opens fire, landing several hits on Minnesota, although only a few bullets penetrate. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Stop running! <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Argh! <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine covers Minnesota and throws his grenade belt. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sorry, Min. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's nothing personal. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Grrrrr.... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South aims at Minnesota's head. * <font color=#C6A500>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South moves fast, avoiding Maine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South runs, now on the defensive. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Someone let me the fuck out! <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Maine, lets fall back and find Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just relax, dear Texas. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South turns the corner and takes a breather. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South pulls out her pistol and pulls back the slide. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Right, bring it on, Maine. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>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=#C6A500>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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> She nearly killed you, dumbass. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Dammit! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South takes cover and spots Knives. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Watch my back, will you? Or we're both dead. * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota joins Maine. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South hands Knives_ her SMG. * Knives_ grips it with newfound purpose. <Knives_> Got it. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Agh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls to the ground. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What the fuck! <Knives_> That's for my friends, you bitch. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I didn't kill them! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck! * Knives_ retreats down the hall. * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota shoots at Knives_ <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> She's our kill, bastard! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South gets up slowly to see Maine glaring down at her. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota meets up with Maine. * Knives_ deploys a smoke grenade. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas continues to pound at the cell wall, trying to open it to no avail. * Knives_ vanishes into the service ducts. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Fuck! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, Minnesota, do you copy? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Will one of you open the detention cells? <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Open the doors! <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Maine, Your call. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sees South slumped against the wall behind Minnesota. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay Maine, stand back. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas backs up and makes a running dash towards the door. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Your turn. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs at California and grabs his arm. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas twists and disarms him in a single move. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Minnesota, get South to medical. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Under heavy guard. <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Roger. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California punches Tex <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs the gun and shoots Cal in the knee with it. * <font color=#C6A500>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=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota blacks out. <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> grr <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exits quickly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, get Wyoming! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, lock down the doors behind me. * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota comes to moments later. <font color=#515151><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=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> shit <font color=#222222>< <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#222222>> Tex, Wyoming has South! <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas slams California into the wall. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California punches Tex's face <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles and lets go. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs Cal by the neck and pins him still. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, what's going on? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Have you got Wyoming? <font color=#BC4B00>< <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine <font color=#BC4B00>> Agent_Texas: No! Wyoming gone! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Dammit. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, Minnesota. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Secure Cal here. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm going after the mercenary. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dumps the unconscious California into a cell and runs off. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine follows Texas. * <font color=#C6A500>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=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles at a sudden explosion. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the hell? <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas brings up her SMGs and lunges into the action. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas cuts down a half dozen soldiers in a matter of seconds. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls under a Pelican and plants a grenade on the fuselage. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * 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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Hey, wanna talk later? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What is this? <Mordred_> It's a stimulant. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South hesitates and takes the pill. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I could use a boost... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh yeah? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, you'd die a lot sooner than me, dipshit. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South lowers her stance. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fine. I'll trust you. <Mordred_> Good choice. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not really. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Which way do I go? <Mordred_> Hold position. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What? <Mordred_> Be ready for a fight. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn. <Mordred_> South, get Texas! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South appears from the shadows and opens fire on Texas. <font color=#515151><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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> On three, sync? <Knives_> Sync. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South turns the corner and aims at Maine. * Knives_ opens fire on South from behind. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Agh! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs through several hallways and spots Mordred_ <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You! * Mordred_ opens fire with his submachine gun. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Need some assistance, intruder? <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches Mordred and slugs him hard in the side of the face. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas disarms Mordred_ with her other hand. * Mordred_ falls and rolls. * Deadeye sights on Texas. * Deadeye fires. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the slug in the side and staggers. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ugh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas spots Deadeye. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, deal with the sniper! * Mordred_ pulls out a pistol and fires up at Texas. * Mordred_ pushes away from Tex. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas trips Mordred, sending him sprawling to the ground <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls back, immobile. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas slowly recovers and struggles to her feet. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine helps Texas stand. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, after him. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns the corner. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Sure you want to be asking questions now? <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Argh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls to her knees, clutching her head. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Done. * Mordred_ dives for cover. <Mordred_> What the hell...

* <font color=#C6A500>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=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota fires, but misses. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas gets up slowly. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas growls. * Mordred_ throws a fragmentation grenade at Tex. <Mordred_> That one's for Connie, you bitch. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her foot. <Mordred_> The hell... * <font color=#C6A500>Agent_Minnesota shoots Mordred_ in the hand <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches Maine several times in the chest. * Mordred_ retreats down the hall, clutching his hand. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches Maine out with a single blow to the temple. <font color=#BC4B00> * <font color=#FFFFFF>Agent_Maine lays silent. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas gets up and sweeps the ground from below Minnesota's feet. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas catches the grenade and crushes it with her fist this time. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs after Mordred_ * Mordred_ heads for the detention block.

<font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas falters. <Zeta-Sigma_AI> Should have started running sooner, intruder. <font color=#2F3DD6> * Agent_California jumps into an air duct <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas is thrown to the floor by the shot. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas is still far behind. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs through the halls, trying to figure out where Mordred went. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, I'm after the mercenary. <font color=#515151><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=#8F61C6>Agent_South groans and stirs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151> * 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=#8F61C6>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex lunges at Mordred and knocks him to the ground. * Mordred_ rolls to the side * Director_Church disappears into the facility. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex knocks Wyoming aside. * Mordred_ pulls out his submachine gun. <Mordred_> Fuck! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex runs into the cockpit. * Mordred_ opens fire. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex outruns the grenade easily. * Mordred_ follows it up with a hail of bullets. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex picks up South and dashes to the facility. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Might want to watch your fire. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> 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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex makes an impossibly high jump and jumps onto a ledge on the second level. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex comes back out. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> 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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex speed across the ground, knocking Mordred down again as she passes him. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex grabs Wyoming and Cal and knocks their heads together hard. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Knock knock. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex doesn't even turn and backward kicks Wyoming in the face. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is senseless. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> 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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred_ in the hand with the pistol <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Might need a few muscles replaced there. * Mordred_ passes the SMG to the uninjured one. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> At least it wasn't the sniper, that would have blown your hand clean off. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex runs up and kicks Mordred_ in the chest. * Mordred_ opens fire. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Okay, you want to die? <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex misses his face and hits him in the leg. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex takes aim again. * Mordred_ throws an EMP grenade from the ground. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex ducks away. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> You can only use that same trick so many times. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex rolls a frag grenade into the shuttle. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Might want to get out of there, boys. <Mordred_> Who says I'm out of tricks? * Mordred_ rolls behind a storage crate. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex jams a second grenade under the shuttle's fuselage this time. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Now you'll want to run. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets his sidearm up, and takes careful aim. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex knocks Mordred down. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex watches as the shuttle's right wing explodes. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> You're in for a rough landing there. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Ugh. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is thrown around, jarred, and finally free of the ship into a snowbank. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex shoots Mordred, loading several 12.7 mm rounds into his armoured torso. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> 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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex grabs Mordred and rips his vest off. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Now you want to try that again? <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Agh! <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex is thrown back, severely damaged along the front of her body. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex takes the knife in the neck and falls again. * Mordred_ fires at Epsilon-Tex's head. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#8F61C6>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=#515151> * Agent_Texas bursts into the primary hangar bay. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas spots Knives and Deadeye. <Knives_> Shit! <Knives_> C'mon, we have to get out of here! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs straight towards them. * Deadeye turns and opens fire with his rifle. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dodges the bullets but is slowed down. * Knives_ runs for a nearby Pelican. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas rolls and moves to chase after Knives. * Knives_ climbs aboard and starts the engines. * Deadeye dashes for the Pelican. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls off her helmet. * Deadeye clambers aboard and slams the troop bay door controls. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas activates the timed failsafe charge and hurls it into the cargo bay a second before it closes. <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs a new helmet from the armoury and slips it on. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks away from the wreckage and heads down to recovery, where everyone is. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> This is bad. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming's with them too. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches the wall, cracking it straight open. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've lost South and Cal too. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What the fuck is wrong with us? <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> At least Min's okay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And they didn't go for any of the others this time. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Shit, Maine. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, you all patched up? <font color=#515151> * 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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> We don't have any AIs with us except the ones sleeping with the others. <font color=#515151><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=#8F61C6>Agent_South helps Epsilon-Tex back into the facility. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think I've got a lock on the director's location. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's holed up in a facility in the mountains below our position. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You might want to hold onto something. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas maneuvers the Mother of Invention closer into the atmosphere and points its bow straight down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> FILSS? * FILSS (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to FILSS <FILSS> All systems ready, Agent Texas. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thanks for the heads up, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now take cover. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That round is on its way down. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not at the moment. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then send us down some weapons. Her Majesty, if you please. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Is Cal with you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Affirmative. And they're all with us now-AGH! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine, get on board Delta Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey Maine? <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He won't get far. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151> * 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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Recovery beacon activated. It's a fatality. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, we know where the director is. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you'll never get inside right now. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Leave him. <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas meets them in the hangar. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Nice to see you two are on the same side again. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Check the kitchens. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You wonder why these guys never come after us during the day. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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 Delta 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=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters the medical bay. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> What made you think that? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's a mercenary. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Georgia... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mordred is Agent Georgia. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Another traitor to the program. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I thought Georgia was dead. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> I blame Omega. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas remembers when Omega momentarily took her over during the earlier fight. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, he tricked North into killing one of our own. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I say that's pretty personal. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what do you want us to do, kill him first, then turn on each other? <font color=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks away. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It'll never be like that, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal fought against us the last time too, don't you remember? <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're not alone. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We still have forty-something Freelancers with us. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> He won't turn them all against us. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> And Georgia might not be friends with the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But that doesn't mean he'll side with us. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's clearly in it for himself. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> You don't know that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. In an odd way, I do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Gamma is deceit, Wyoming. Not treachery. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You deceived all of us, but you never betrayed your friends. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're no traitor, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><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=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks over to North. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Promised. . . to keep her safe. North, and I, and Mordred. We all failed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why would he do that? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> There must be honor among traitors, Tex. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North isn't a traitor. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And neither are you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But Mordred is? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He takes on jobs to kill us for money, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't say he's much for integrity. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He cared once. He may again. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He could get many of us killed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm not going to take that chance. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's made his choice. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> South, I can take alive. <font color=#515151><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=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, he's done all that and more. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands up slowly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's a dead man walking, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The sooner you realize it, the better. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaves the medical bay. * Gamma_AI (ae5c5e52@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI <Gamma_AI> Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Evening, Gamma. You seem talkative, relatively speaking. <Gamma_AI> I have something important to tell you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Another of the logic riddles you're so fond of? Or perhaps a knock-knock joke. <Gamma_AI> While we were at the facility, I transferred into the control panel next to the director. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Clever. And? <Gamma_AI> Addie is alive. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks astonished, then slowly smiles. <Gamma_AI> She is imprisoned. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> That's alright, Gamma. It won't be for long. <Gamma_AI> The director uses her for his experiments. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's smile vanishes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Like the ones you've shown me? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then there's another hell to pay. Retire for a cycle, Gamma. In the morning, we go to war. IV = Episode IV: Broken Families

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lays himself down on one of the medbay beds. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks into the recovery bay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Morning, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How you feeling? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North stirs on his bed <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, hey North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're awake. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Morning to both of you. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North groans <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm feeling better. And North is awake, which is an improvement. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh man, how long was I out? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Eight hours. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Feel augmented yet? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Eh. Bad taste in my mouth. What did I miss? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming>. . . very much, I'm afraid. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks around <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We only have to do the procedure for the rest of the week. After that, you won't have to worry about sleeping through an attack. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I should fill you in. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait, where is everyone? South, Cal, Maine? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks down, ashamed. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Everyone was fighting... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're gone, North. Maine is right as rain, but Cal is dead. And the Director has South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> How did Cal die? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at Texas, expectantly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine ran him over. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I ordered a level-zero directive on him. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stares down Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Because he was clearly a traitor. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ouch. Can't say that I'll miss him after what he did. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Me neither. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lets it go. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Now, about my sister... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It was my fault. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Your sister doesn't want to see you. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks over <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I doubt she did. I shot her a few times. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sighs <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's not that. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She knows she's in a lot of trouble. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> She's really a lost cause, isn't she? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Sorry, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Siding with the Director...she must be out of options. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I used to think those were the only causes worth fighting for. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> By the way, Wyoming. You mentioned the director gave Lambda to Cal? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He had it, briefly. Not that it helped him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The dog tag Connie left me says that Lambda is the Alpha's jealousy. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh, you've gotta be kidding me... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington (18888ea2@gateway/web/freenode/ip.24.136.142.162) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, shit... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> My head... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wash. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington leans against a nearby wall, clutching his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> At last. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Take it easy, Wash. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey pal, how are you doing? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands, offering Wash a place to lie down if he needs. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan enters med-bay <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It's like it's tearing through my skull... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What is? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington falls dwon into Wyoming's vacated position. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Something's wrong. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No kidding. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What the hell..... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wash? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> What the hell's been going on around here? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Ugh <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Too much.

<font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You wanted to see me, Director? <Director_Church> Yes, I have something to tell you, Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, what is it? <Director_Church> A few hours ago I discovered Agent California's body outside the facility. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't say I liked the guy. <Director_Church> Hm. <Director_Church> What's important is that I recovered the AI I just gave him. * Director_Church pulls out the chip containing Lambda. <Director_Church> How would you like this AI, South? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South 's eyes widen. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You mean it? <Director_Church> Yes. <Director_Church> Since you are clearly not siding with the other Freelancers, I think you could use an AI. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South slowly takes the data chip. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> T...thanks... <Director_Church> No surgery required. <Director_Church> I've been making updates. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South inserts Lambda into her head. <Director_Church> Just a warning, the experience may be a bit... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> OW! <Director_Church> ...unpleasant. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South stumbles a bit but steadies herself. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm okay... <Director_Church> Now, onto our next order of business. <Director_Church> I expect you to do as I say since I have given you your own AI. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Y...yes...of course... <Director_Church> Good. <Director_Church> There will be quite a few things you will need to do for me. <Director_Church> I find myself short on Freelancers at the moment, so I could use every one I have. <Director_Church> So for you to carry out your tasks successfully, you will need to be trained. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Trained? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> By who? <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex steps into the room. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South turns to see Epsilon-Tex. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You can't be serious. <Director_Church> This is no time to be petty, Agent. <Director_Church> You agreed to do as I said. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> ...alright. Fine. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Follow me. <font color=#919191> * <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex leads South out of the room. <font color=#919191>< <font color=#515151>Epsilon-Tex <font color=#919191>> Let's see what your new AI can do.

<font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Hello everyone. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey Mich. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, get a scanner over here. Wash's in trouble. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan grabs scanner <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Fuck... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, scan Wash's armour. See what's wrong * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Where's York's med unit when you need it... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) York? Get your ass out of bed, I need you in recovery ASAP. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan scans Wash <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wash. Which AI did they give you? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I don't... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I can't remember. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, God. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I can't remember. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What do you remember? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It's all so damn fuzzy... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What the hell happened to him? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> His implantation went wrong. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locates and stands by with painkillers. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington jerks his head to look at Tex. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> That voice... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Who did he have? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> His AI, I mean <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> I remember a voice. * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Allison? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Must've been. . . <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Allison? <Delta_AI> Agent York will be along shortly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Thanks, D. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What do you remember, Wash? <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> There was a woman. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> She talked to me... <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> And she had your voice... * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York (b4b5d015@gateway/web/freenode/ip.180.181.208.21) has joined #halo-fanon <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Oh, God, it hurts. <Delta_AI> Agent York, over here, if you please. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> It hurts. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York walks in. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'm on it, D. <Delta_AI> Theta, I require your assistance. <Theta_AI> Got it. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington doubles over, fingers scraping at his helmet. <Delta_AI> Agent Washington, please remove your helmet. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Aaagh! <Delta_AI> Agent York, activate your healing unit please. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What's the problem, Wash? <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington collapses. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York activates the healing unit. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Get it out of me! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wash! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas helps Wash sit up. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Get it out! <Theta_AI> Wash, it's okay. <Theta_AI> There's nothing in your head. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Make it stop! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Can't we do something?! <Delta_AI> Agent Washington, please hold still. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold him down! <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Please, somebody, anybody! <Theta_AI> Deep breaths, Wash. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What AI was he being implanted with? <Delta_AI> Epsilon. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...that'd explain it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Figures. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What was the trait? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The Alpha's memory...I'll be damned... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wash, just relax. <Delta_AI> Analysis complete. <Delta_AI> Agent Washington is suffering from flashbacks belonging to Epsilon. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I figured, D. <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington slumps and stops thrashing. <Delta_AI> He requires no additional surgery. <Delta_AI> But it will take time for him to return to his usual state. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Will they go away? <Theta_AI> Eventually. <Delta_AI> He will always retain the memories though. <Theta_AI> That won't be fun. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, it's better than nothing. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Sure his head can handle it, D? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming backs away to give Wash some breathing room. <Delta_AI> I'm fairly certain. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Good. <Delta_AI> However, his personality may make a drastic change in the near future. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I say we keep him stabilised here for now. <Delta_AI> I suggest you sedate him for the time being. <Delta_AI> The flashbacks may lapse again. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Just make it stop... <Theta_AI> Yeah, sedate him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How long is he gonna be out of action, D? <Delta_AI> A few days at the shortest. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Great. <Delta_AI> He will require therapy. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Yeah... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates the med panel <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, sedate him, I guess. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay Wash, just relax <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington paws weakly at the air. <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North injects the sedatives <font color=#C18900>< <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington <font color=#C18900>> Memory is the key... <font color=#C18900> * <font color=#515151>Agent-Washington goes limp. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Memory is the key? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> jeez, poor guy <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't imagine he'll have pleasant dreams. * Theta_AI logs off. * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Logging off.") * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > D, log. * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Logging off.") <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I suppose it was for the best. Not meaning to insult him, but his combat scores were the lowest in the squad. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> In that state, he'd be killed for sure <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hey, he's ranked in the top 8, North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That counts for something when there were almost 50 of us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> True, but compare him to you or Carolina. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia (62a6a383@gateway/web/freenode/ip.98.166.163.131) has joined #halo-fanon <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Now what? * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Gamma_AI <Gamma_AI> Now Wyoming requires your aid. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not now, Gamma. <Gamma_AI> But I was going to tell them about Adeline. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can hardly ask for my own aid, now. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Adeline? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Is that another one of your guns, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . my wife. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...you were married? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes, it may surprise you to know I lived before the Project. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Director took her from me when I wouldn't join Project Freelancer. <Gamma_AI> He uses her for experiments. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North swears under his breath * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York clenches his fists. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Is she alive? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> 'cos if she is, you know we're rescuing her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma discovered she's alive, being held in a Project Freelancer base. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I was going to go after her, but. . . <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > As if we didn't have more reason to go after him... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're not in the best of shape, here. <Gamma_AI> You should still go find her, Wyoming. <Gamma_AI> We have enough agents here. <Gamma_AI> Michigan, Minnesota, and Virginia have not yet been injured. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How optimistic. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I am going. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We can still fight. Most of us are in the top ten, remember? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just, I can't expect any of you to risk yourselves on my account. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We've got our AI's, too. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Director is more important. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > We'll do this for you, Wyoming. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > We're all together in this, aren't we? <Gamma_AI> The director uses her to test his AIs. <Gamma_AI> To observe their effects on their subjects. <Gamma_AI> I have met her before. <Gamma_AI> She was kind, but...sad. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The Director is probably sitting in a bunker somewhere, shitting himself. We go for Adeline first. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Actually, we know where the director is. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At least, until he moves location. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Which could happen soon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I appreciate your willingness to help. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, I think this is more important. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We have enough Freelancers to spare. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll split into two teams. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Team A will go find Wyoming's wife. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Team B will go after the director. <Gamma_AI> That sounds methodical. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. * Kappa_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Kappa_AI <Kappa_AI> Count us in too. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Hello Kappa. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Kappa. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Compassion. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Pull up the Roster. We should have enough to form two teams. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York strokes his chin in thought. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, Mich, Virginia, you're Team A. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, Min, York, you're with me. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Right, Tex. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, these two enough backup for you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> More than I could ask for. Thank you all. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> fine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, if you want to find South, your best chances are to come with me. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sighs <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You're right. Good hunting, Reggie. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Good luck, Reg. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And you. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming retrieves Her Majesty from his locker. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay people, let's move. Our ride's in the hangar. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> Alright, everyone, mount up. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'll drop off Team A first. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Kappa, you ready to go? <Kappa_AI> I'm good. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North climbs on board <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming boards the dropship, taking a seat near the back. He withdraws a small, plain gold ring and examines it before slipping it on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota slides a fresh magazine into his MA5B. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York climbs on behind North. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North loads his sniper rifle and grabs two pistols <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia takes an Assault Rifle and a Pistol * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York loads shells into his M45 and pulls back to the pump. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > pulls back the pump <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan loads BR85 <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards Peli <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes the seat next to the hatch. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is already armed and ready. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's go get the Director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Carolina, I trust you can hold down the ship in case the director tries something. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Alright, we're good. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off and flies out of the Mother of Invention. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright, Team A. We know where the base is, but not anything of their defenses, so we should drop a short distance away and do some recon. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What type of resistance are we expecting? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Guards, turrets. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And maybe some nasty surprises. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No telling what other abominations the Director's responsible for, so we'll have to adapt. <Four-Seven-Niner> Team A, you're dropping in fast. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's an armoured bunker with a laboratory in the lower levels. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, mate. We're ready. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York examines his shotgun and looks around. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming, the..."test subjects" should be held on the tenth level down. <Kappa_AI> Test subjects? <Kappa_AI> She's a person, Gamma. <Gamma_AI> I mean no disrespect. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He was putting it easily. <Kappa_AI> I know. <Kappa_AI> It's just... <Kappa_AI> ...not right, hearing it like that. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't distract myself right now. I have to just get to her. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, Team A. Get ready to drop on my mark. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ready. * Four-Seven-Niner opens the hatch. <Four-Seven-Niner> The facility is a straight drop down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming exits the Pelican, dropping the short distance to the ground. <Four-Seven-Niner> Jetpacks ready? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <Four-Seven-Niner> Don't end up like Georgia. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not now. <Four-Seven-Niner> Too soon? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Way too soon. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It will always be too soon. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. Seeing as he's alive and all. <Four-Seven-Niner> On three. <Four-Seven-Niner> One. <Four-Seven-Niner> Two. <Four-Seven-Niner> Three. <Four-Seven-Niner> Mark! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires his thruster pack. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan jumps <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires up jetpack <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Jumps out of pelican

<Four-Seven-Niner> We're en route to the snow base. <Four-Seven-Niner> We'll be there in about forty minutes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay boys, you all ready to find South? <Four-Seven-Niner> Almost there, team B. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lock and load <Four-Seven-Niner> We're over the snow base in one minute. <Four-Seven-Niner> Team B, you ready? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Check. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Alright, let's kick some ass. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Everyone good? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yup. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'm all good. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, ready jetpacks. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York stands back, getting ready and checking his shotgun. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cue me, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> Affirmative. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ten seconds. <Four-Seven-Niner> Five. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North checks his weapons <Four-Seven-Niner> Four- * Four-Seven-Niner is hit by AA fire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas accidentally tumbles out since she was standing next to the Pelican hatch. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Tex! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Shit, jump! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York runs out the back and activates his thruster. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates his jetpack <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas activates thruster and stabilizes her fall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm good. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York sighs with relief. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Good... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Four Seven-Niner, are you okay? <Four-Seven-Niner> The bird's stable. But I'm heading out before I get shot down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Roger. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North lands not far behind Tex <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right boys, we're coming in fast. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon ("Heading out.") <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's take out those cannons. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Unless you want your ride back to be trashed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Min, get those satchels ready. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> got it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, take out the snipers. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North readies his sniper rifle <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got 'em <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes straight for the facility. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North picks off three targets <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North ricochets a shot and hits an enemy sniper <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas deliberately runs to and fro, drawing fire from the cannons <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota places satchels behind each cannon <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Just say when. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is struggling to avoid getting hit by the deadly guns. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Pick up the pace, Min! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Get clear! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas clears the cannons and runs for the facility <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North dives for cover <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota blows up the cannons <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaps up to the second level and knocks the snipers out of their nests. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York jumps up and follows Tex, picking off a few straggling guards with his shotgun. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas jumps down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, don't go too far. We work as a team <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right. Let's get this door open. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> York? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Don't worry about tripping alarms. They already know we're here. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'm on it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, Min, cover him. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shoots at the guards rushing the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota fires. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at the guards * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York starts picking the holographic lock. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, defensive position <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota takes down a few enemies and reloads. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Incoming Warthog! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, distract the driver. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North draws his sniper and fires <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Keep me covered! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs straight for the Warthog, jumps, and lands on the hood. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas throws the driver off, and punches out the gunner. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Come on...come on... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes over the driver's seat. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> wait for it... <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Doors are open! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> North, Min, let's move. Sync? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas drives straight for the doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Move! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get out of the way! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota moves <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North dives out of the way * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rolls away from the doors <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas drives straight through the doors. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas plows through the guards inside. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Move up, team! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs over as many guards as she can before crashing the Warthog into the opposite wall. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York picks off the remaining stragglers, pumping them full of shells. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North guns down a few more guards before advancing <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ...or we could just storm the place at random shooting everything in sight. That works too. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Works for me. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas advances into the next room and fires nonstop at the guards. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas doesn't stop to reload and instead punches and kicks them down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, keep pushing! <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota charges in. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > That's the way Tex rolls... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hey, how many guards has the Director hired? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Don't know. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sprints forward <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They're not that good though. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York starts beating up the guards, with his shotgun in one hand. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas clears the rest of the guards in the room. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's access a map and figure out which way to go. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North takes a BR from a dead guard <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Man, the Director's paranoid. And for good reason. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Room clear. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota reloads. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's stick together. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Good idea. No rushing ahead, we don't know what he has prepared. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, so we're going down into the mountain. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Great. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North boots open the next door <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Clear. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York moves in with North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's try to find out what the director is doing here. He's gotta know we've made it in by now. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Okay, we'll have to clear another sub-level or two... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Prepare to move. Sync? * Delta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Delta_AI <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Got it. <Delta_AI> York, insert me into the holoprojector. <Delta_AI> I can access the data there. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York inserts Delta into the holoprojector. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > There, D. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> C'mon York, let's keep moving. <Delta_AI> I have bad news. <Delta_AI> The director is not in the facility. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What?! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I should have guessed. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...You've got to be kidding... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What is here then? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> A crappy guard factory? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> I think I hear someone approaching from behind. Not sure, though. <Delta_AI> ...your sister, Agent North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah. I'm here, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, what are you doing? <Delta_AI> Warning energy barriers detected! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda, activate code 3-7-2-7-3 <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Lambda?! You didn't... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right, North. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Lambda...she got her AI... <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South watches as trap doors open, causing everyone to fall into an abyss. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls in. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Agh! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thrusters, now! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York falls, but activates his jetpack quickly. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Got it! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates thrusters <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas activates her jetpack, landing safely about ten levels down. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota hits thrusters. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where are we? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> In the shit. Up to about here. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > D, what the hell is going on? <Delta_AI> This was the experimentation facility the director used to split the Alpha. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What's she up to, D? <Delta_AI> I see no current way out, and Agent South has sealed the ceiling doors. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > God damn it! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, where are you? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If you're wondering Tex, your precious Alpha isn't here. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Guards, moving in! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pumps his shotgun. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're boxed in, guys. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's try to get through one of those doors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Except I don't see a way to open them... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota provides covering fire for tex <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas plows through the guards. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, the doors? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Right, I'm on it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota grabs a guard, throws him to the ground and beats him to death with the stock of his MA5. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North guns down a few guards, following Tex <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So this is it, huh South?!! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're gonna watch us get killed? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > D, any way we can get through the doors? <Delta_AI> The doors only open from the outside. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Crap, we've got more heading this way! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's get out of this damn room! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, get a shield protecting York <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Force the doors open if we can! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shoots his shotgun one handed without looking, mowing down a few guards. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, get back and help me cover York from outside the shield <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Affirmative. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Can we pry them open with anything at hand, D? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North activates a bubble shield by York's door <Delta_AI> Affirmative. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What is it? <Delta_AI> If you wait for the doors to open, activate an EMP charge and they will not be able to close again for several seconds. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Great thinking, D! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...Smart. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, ready, York? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > I'm good. Ready, Tex. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hurry up, they're pressing! <Delta_AI> On my mark, sync? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Sync! <Delta_AI> Mark! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, fall back, you're exposed! * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York waits for the doors to open. <Delta_AI> Now. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Go! Move! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North runs through as the door opens * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York heads right through the door as fast as his legs carry him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, cover our six, they'll have to get through that door as a chokepoint <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Close the doors! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > EMP! <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Fuck! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Gah! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is the only one to move away quickly enough. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shoots out the EMP projectors. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Goddamn. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North manages to activate a shield, which is instantly shut down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, you okay? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director designed this place to take us out. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > ...damn it.... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I think the shield might've saved Theta, but he won't activate for a while <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good thinking, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Min, you okay? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> I'm fine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, let's find a way back up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Which way, Delta? <Delta_AI> There is a service elevator down the hallway. <Delta_AI> But only one of you can use it at a time <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the elevator turns to North. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Oh, lovely. Tex, you first. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think North should go first. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's someone you might want to see up there. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Be seeing you <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North steps into the elevator and the door shuts * Mordred_ slides into the chamber. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South hears someone enter and aims her assault rifle at the newcomer. <Mordred_> Agent South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You. <Mordred_> Nice to see you're still in one piece. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I can't say the same. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Then again, you don't look like you're in one piece. * Mordred_ shrugs. <Mordred_> I'm fit to fight. <Mordred_> The wonders of modern medicine. * Mordred_ begins to pace in front of South. <Mordred_> Nice setup you've got here. <Mordred_> The director's work? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You guessed it. <Mordred_> Why am I not surprised? <Mordred_> And the gang's all here, too. <Mordred_> Wonderful. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They won't be for long. <Mordred_> So, South, this is the Director's great work. * Mordred_ spreads his arms to indicate the facility around him. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well, he's not here right now. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Neither is his pet. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> As you'll be glad to hear. <Mordred_> Looks like he left one behind. * Theta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Theta_AI <Theta_AI> Detecting two heat signatures up there, North. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South scoffs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not his pet. <Mordred_> And after all the trouble I went through to keep you safe. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I got my AI, I got protection * Mordred_ shakes his head. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's all I need. <Mordred_> An AI isn't protection, South. <Theta_AI> Doors opening in three seconds, North. <Theta_AI> Get ready. <Mordred_> Hate to burst your bubble, but all you've got is a new leash for the Director to keep hold of you with. * Mordred_ sighs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Like you were doing any better, Georgia. <Mordred_> I fought. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North reloads his rifle <Mordred_> I'm still fighting. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North steps out of the lift doors as they open <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, what's taking the elevator so long? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks around, staying wary * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York taps his foot impatiently. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hello, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda, shut down the elevator! <Theta_AI> North, we're on our own. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We're not alone, Theta. * Mordred_ steps to the side, giving North a clear look at South <Mordred_> Ah, a family reunion. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not now. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah, Mordred. Nice to meet you in person. <Mordred_> Pleasure's all mine. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So what is this? You two arranged to haul my ass back to the Mother of Invention? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Well guess what, that's not happening. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North holsters his rifle and draws two pistols * Mordred_ thrusts his hands inside his coat pockets. <Mordred_> Well, that was the plan earlier. <Mordred_> Well, that was his plan. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So you're siding with this asshole now, North? <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North points his pistols at South and Mordred. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South, please stand down. * Mordred_ shakes his head. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mordred, don't do anything drastic <Mordred_> And after all the trouble I went through to keep her safe. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South snickers. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I guess I owe you for that. Get back. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Since when did you care about anything but money, Georgia? * Mordred_ shrugs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Even during the project, the director never liked you. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Georgia? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right. <Mordred_> Oh, that breaks my heart. <Mordred_> The Director didn't like me? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is still waiting impatiently at the bottom of the elevator shaft. <Mordred_> I think I'm going to cry. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North takes a step forward, both pistols aimed <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Last. Chance. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> York, Min, we might need another way out. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> no kidding. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is waiting with Tex, leaning against the wall. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Mord- Georgia, surrender. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You too, South. <Mordred_> Well, that's not happening. <Delta_AI> You could always climb the elevator shaft. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'd have to blow the elevators apart first. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Min, you got any more satchels? <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> Yup. <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota tosses one to Tex. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Time to stand back... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North shrugs, and draws his attention to Mordred <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South lunges at North while he's distracted. <Mordred_> Could have seen that one coming. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South tackles North to the ground and wrests the gun out of his hands. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South aims at Mordred. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> See this coming, dipshit. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls away, surprised by her speed * Mordred_ smiles. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South shoots at Mordred. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North kicks the gun out of South's hands <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South spins and quickly kicks North away from her. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Not fast enough anymore, North. * Mordred_ laughs. The hologram flickers and vanishes. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What did I say? AI's do help! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Yeah, well, you're not the only one with an AI. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas blows apart the doors and steps forward towards the shaft. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right...it's gonna be a long climb. <Mordred_> Is anyone ever not going to fall for that? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Hah, you happy now, South? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Finally got what you wanted... <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> No! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You think this was all I wanted? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I never got what I wanted. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You never could play nice. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South punches North in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ah <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, boo hoo. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Cry me a river. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South shoots the other Mordred. * Mordred_ vanishes again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North draws his rifle and fires a few bursts at South <Mordred_> For all you know, I'm not even in this room. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South dodges quickly. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not gonna kill you, North. For old times' sake. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But this asshole is dead. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North reloads, looking around at 'Mordred' <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South throws an empty pistol, hitting North in the face. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South follows up by kicking North in the chest. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North staggers back and tries to aim again <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas continues to climb the elevator shaft. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too slow, North. * Mordred_ shoots South in the shoulder from his position above the chamber. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North fires at South <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South dodges both shots. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South watches as Mordred hits North. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York lifts himself up the shaft, moving alongside Tex. <Mordred_> Oh. <Mordred_> Whoops. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North counters with a flurry of blows <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You boys are too slow. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Sound familiar? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South blocks all of North's attacks. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South elbows North in the arm, making it numb. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North backs off <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Well, that hurts. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's right, I learned a few things from your friend Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Rather, Epsilon-Texas. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I find she's more badass. <Mordred_> Oh? <Mordred_> If I recall, I won that last fight. <Mordred_> And I'm not even in armor. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. A knockoff copy of a great person. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South punches North in the neck, and grabs him and flings him into Mordred. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> A great person? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex is more human than you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She's not even a person. * Mordred_ opens fire with his battle rifle. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> She had you beat, Georgia. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But you play cheap as always. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North rolls and jumps to his feet in a combat stance <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South rolls away from the gunfire. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South grabs the battle rifle and breaks it in half. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South kicks Mordred in the face, sending him flying. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North glances at Mordred, and thinks better of attacking him before jumping at South <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North grabs South and attempts to throw her to the floor * Mordred_ gets to his feet, rubbing his face. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South flips North over and lands on top of him. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Tex, how much longer till we get to the top? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South punches North in the stomach and rolls away. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North falls down, and attempts to roll away * Mordred_ opens fire with his submachine gun. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South ducks into cover. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South pulls out her assault rifle and shoots at Mordred. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right then... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, a little help please? <Theta_AI> Got it. * Mordred_ dives low. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sprints forward and leaps through the air at South * Mordred_ fires again, aiming for South's center of mass. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South ducks, sending North flying into the wall. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> ow... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North gets to his feet and runs at South again <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South aims her gun at North. * Theta_AI actiavates a bubble around South just as she fires. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Shit! * Mordred_ reloads and gets to his feet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. Just another dark crater in a distant moon. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South is hit by the ricocheting bullets. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South falls, badly hurt. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Ugh... <Theta_AI> Whoops. <Theta_AI> Didn't mean to hurt her that badly. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Don't worry about it. <Theta_AI> She's alive though, right? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> South? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South grits her teeth. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Lambda... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Still fighting, I see <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Activate failsafe... <Theta_AI> North, put me in her armour! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait, what? <Theta_AI> I need to disable the failsafe! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta... <Theta_AI> Come on, hurry! <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Too late, North. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You've failed me, again. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North removes Theta and puts him in South <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> But just like always. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> It's because I failed first. * Mordred_ sighs. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Ah, quit your whining <Mordred_> For God's sake. <Mordred_> Just shut up for once. * Theta_AI frantically hurries to disable the failsafe. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Theta, talk to me. What's the failsafe?! <Theta_AI> I'm working on it. <Theta_AI> Don't distract me! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is almost at the top of the shaft with York and Min. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North mumbles incoherently, looking round for his pistols <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Goddamn it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> This is the longest shaft I've ever climbed. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Least handholds ever too. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Atleast it isn't stairs. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is punching holes in the walls so she can climb. <Theta_AI> Okay, it's good! <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North picks up his discarded pistols. <Theta_AI> And she'll live. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Fuck you...Theta... <Theta_AI> I've shut down Lambda too. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North re-inserts Theta's chip * Mordred_ lowers his weapons and returns them to his coat. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Nice work, Theta. <Theta_AI> Thanks. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South fumbles to grab her assault rifle. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North kicks it away <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> uh-uh, no more shooting me when you're down. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'd rather not sleep through another battle <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the top of the shaft and leaps out. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks from South to North to Mordred. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get her out of here. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Call for pickup. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes straight at Mordred. <Mordred_> Oh, son of a bitch. * Mordred_ pulls out his SMG and opens fire. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas easily dodges. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slides and trips Mordred. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North picks up South's unconscious form and heads for the others <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, you're mine this time. * Mordred_ rolls and comes up firing. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas smacks his gun away. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches Mordred hard in the face. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pants, dragging himself out of the elevator. <Kappa_AI> (COM) Team B, you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) This is Agent North Dakota, needing immediate extraction! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We're inbound, Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold tight. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, Min, help me carry her * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York approaches North and helps pick up South. * Mordred_ pulls out a combat knife. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas twists Mordred's hand. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't think so. * Mordred_ turns into the twist and jerks around Texas. * Sigma_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Sigma_AI <Sigma_AI> Hello, Agent Texas. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sigma? * Mordred_ draws a pistol. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas kicks it out of his hand again. <Mordred_> Agent Texas. <Mordred_> Meet my new best friend. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> How did he end up with you? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs Mordred and slams him into a wall. * Sigma_AI activates an EMP charge. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fuck! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles back. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Four Seven-Niner, where is that evac?! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Coming in now. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North glances back at Tex and Mordred fighting <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <Sigma_AI> I suggest you run, Georgia. * Mordred_ dives for his SMG. <Mordred_> Not this time. <Sigma_AI> There are three other Freelancers on you. And another team bearing down on you. <Mordred_> Oh, fuck it. * Mordred_ backs away, firing at Texas as he retreats.

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

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands ahead of Mich and Virginia. <Kappa_AI> Okay, you're good. <Kappa_AI> I don't see any turrets yet. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks about for immediate enemies, and when none appear, heads up towards the base site. <Gamma_AI> Good landing. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Find anything you can of their computer systems. Get us in. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <Kappa_AI> Be careful. There are sensors all over the place. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming scans the top of the bunker. After taking out the single pair of guards, he signals Mich and Virginia to move up. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads his rifle. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Moves up <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan moves up <Kappa_AI> Mich, use your sprint ability! <Kappa_AI> Cover the ground and take those guys out! <Gamma_AI> Wyoming, you should cover Michigan. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming distracts some of the guards with covering fire <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan sprints at superfast speed and takes out the remaining guards in seconds <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming joins them at the sealed bunker entrance. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ready on the doors, Gamma? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mark. * Gamma_AI gets the doors open in less than three seconds. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming enters with a sidearm ready, scanning for enemies. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No targets. <Kappa_AI> I've picked up hostiles all over the level below us. <Kappa_AI> Let's get off this floor before we get attacked. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They're waiting for us. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Great..... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows a wall to the entrance of a stairwell, and peers down. <Gamma_AI> Hostiles detected. <Kappa_AI> They're coming down the hallway! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming recoils as gunfire sprays at him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rapid-fires his sidearm, dropping half the squad before he has to reload. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, flank them! <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan brings BR85 to bear <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires down at incoming enemies in an attempt to cover Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reloads and starts picking off targets carefully. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, Kappa, let's tip the odds a bit. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Shut the lights off, now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, go to night filters. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies night vision <Gamma_AI> Lights are off. <Kappa_AI> Activating night vision. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Kill 'em all. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reloads assault rifle <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming threads on a suppressor for his pistol and leaps into the midst of a squad. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan picks off six targets <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming drops the guardsmen with punches and shots. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We need to move faster. <Kappa_AI> Recalculating closest route now. <Kappa_AI> Damn, I sound like a GPS... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia methodically eliminates targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, we'll be skipping the next level. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming prepares a cable and heads to the stairwell. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming attaches the cable and starts rappelling down, shooting the few night-vision equipped enemies as he goes. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia repels down <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia, follow me down. We'll need to cut across sub-level five. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands on the fifth floor, taking point into the room adjoining the stairs. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan follows Wyoming <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows michigan <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming ducks as a spray of machine gun fire suddenly targets him and his team. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Take cover! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They've got a turret set up there. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia primes a grenade and throws it <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes cover <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, give me some cover! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pokes his head from cover, sights on the gunner, and slots him. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks for targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Move up! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward, using his sidearm to discourage any remaining guards. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan moves up <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows Wyoming while looking for targets <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Okay, good news, there's a faster way down. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> and what would that be? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bad news, it's straight into their motor pool. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh dear <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Expect to be dealing with mounted heavy weapons. <Kappa_AI> I'll mark them on your HUDs. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Good thing I brought this.... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia readies 40mm grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If we can sprint through it, we can make it. Mich, move ahead as soon as we're down and cover us. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leads to an observatory overlooking the motor pool, four floor below. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires grenade launcher at a Warthog <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Ready, Kappa? <Kappa_AI> Yep. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming readies the team's rigging, and prepares to rappel down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia repels <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rappels down, firing on a Warthog turreteer. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires grenade launcher at a group of guards <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lands, and starts sprinting across the floor, avoiding the jeeps and tanks shuffling around. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires last grenade at fuel tanks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides across the deck of a tank, swiping a punch at a turret operator. <Gamma_AI> I suggest you use EMP to disable the vehicles. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do it! * Gamma_AI activates EMP. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Alright. Let's sprint behind and flank. <Kappa_AI> Take out the gunner! <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan runs through the gunner <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Book it for the exit! Gamma, lock it behind us. <Gamma_AI> Locking the doors. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming urges his team on ahead of him. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is lagging, but as the door is closing, slides through under just before it seals. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Clear? <Gamma_AI> Clear. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good. Give me a hand up, would you? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. One floor down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Team A, find a staircase down. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes point <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Working on it..... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows Michigan on point, with Virginia navigating as rearguard. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Head down the stairs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming follows down a level into a laboratory. <Kappa_AI> We should be close, guys. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan heads downstairs <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> But I heard earlier that the Director is testing AI's here <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves in front of Mich, looking over test tubes, computer consoles, and data displays. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, which way? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I thought all of the Alpha fragments have already been assigned <Kappa_AI> Not all of them. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How many does he have <Kappa_AI> Not sure. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Whatever the number, it's too many. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Split up. Report in regularly, and call if you find something. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward, into an adjoining room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clears another dark room, moving on to the next. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia, it's only a matter of time before the guard figures out where we've gone. Double back and find a good choke point, will you? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia checks a large open room with several conveyor belts and storage units <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, Kappa, once we find the objective, we'll need an evac route. Find a way - <Kappa_AI> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's breath catches in his throat. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wyoming I think you should see this.... <font color=#FFFFFF> * <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota finds cover. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can see it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> This is no laboratory. It's a slaughterhouse. <font color=#FFFFFF>< <font color=#00960F>Agent_Minnesota <font color=#FFFFFF>> (over comms) What do you see, Wyoming? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming picks his way around bloody utensils and overturned trays. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't they use people's brains? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. And the donor does not usually survive. * Adeline (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Adeline <Gamma_AI> There she is... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his head. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Addie. . . <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Oh god..... <Adeline> Reginald... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming approaches, slowly, but does not shy away from the gore. <Adeline> You...you found me... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming feigns a laugh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knock knock. * Adeline smiles feebly. <Adeline> Who's there? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Someone. <Adeline> Someone...who...? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Someone who loves you. * Adeline puts one hand on Wyoming's visored face <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming clasps Adeline's hand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes his helmet. <Adeline> Still so handsome... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So sorry. . . <Adeline> ...where have you been...all this...time...? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I. . . looking. But. . . I was lost without you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But now I've found you. Addie, I - I'm getting you out of here. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> This.....is how they make AI <Adeline> ...you were...always...such a hero...Reginald... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Not really. I just manage to make people believe it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls to his knees beside the operating table. <Adeline> ...I'm glad...I saw you...again...before... <Adeline> ...before... * Adeline slumps * Adeline (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's head leans down against the side of the table, sobbing. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming... <Gamma_AI> Reginald... <Gamma_AI> I am not the Alpha's compassion, but... <Gamma_AI> ...I am sorry... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming tightens his grip on his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I was so close. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands, replacing his helmet. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Form up, Team A. We're leaving. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming searches around and locates a control panel. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan forms up <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What do we do about this.....AI construction facility? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, start the facility's self-destruct countdown. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm going to give her a funeral pyre the Director will remember. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Let's go, Team A. We're shooting our way out. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I can do that <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pulls his rifle's charging handle. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming emerges sometime later on the floor above, immediately sending armor-piercing rounds through men in no more than Marine body armor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's clip runs dry, and he tosses a grenade before ducking into cover to reload. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia covers Wyoming while he's reloading <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming rolls out again as soon as the grenade detonates, shooting down more soldiers. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan assists Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, want to give me an update on our countdown? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Hey, we should get going and see if Team B needs help <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is torn between the bloodlust towards the guards, and the possibility of catching up to Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Fall back. Get to the surface, now! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> If we are going to help Team B we are going to need to go now! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming, Virginia, and Mich half-stumble up the stairs, muscles burning. Upon reaching their rappel cables, they lock in and use the powered-winches to zip back up to the first floor. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go, go! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How are we going to get over there to help them? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just get clear for now, the whole facility is about to - <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming, Virginia, and Michigan are thrown to the ground as the bunker is blown sky high behind them. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Kappa, I'll need every bit of speed you can get me! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> SON OF A BITCHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming picks himself up after the flames have died away, leaving only a column of black smoke. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to find his teammates. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, Virginia. You alright? <Kappa_AI> Everyone okay? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Yeah.....sure.....I'll be fine just....give me a minute <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming helps Mich to his feet. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Thanks. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming and Agent_Michigan walk over to Virginia. * Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner <Four-Seven-Niner> Team A, do you read me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're here, 479. Mission failure, repeat, mission failed. We're waiting on extraction. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger that. Sorry to hear it, Wyoming. <Four-Seven-Niner> Coming in for pickup now. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming terminates the com. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> So am I. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I wouldn't call it a complete failure.... we destroyed an AI production facility <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming replaces the rifle on his back as Four-Seven-Niner approaches. * Four-Seven-Niner picks up Team A. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Get aboard, team. We've our friends to catch. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan boards <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Where are we bound, Four-Seven-Niner? <Kappa_AI> (COM) Team B, you copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) This is Agent North Dakota, needing immediate extraction! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) We're inbound, Team B. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> (COM) Hold tight. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> 479er, you know what to do. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Mich, take the rear turret. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan takes turret <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> (COM) Four Seven-Niner, where is that evac?! <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Coming in now. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming straps into a seat, ready to cover with his rifle.

* Four-Seven-Niner spots Mordred_ coming out of the facility and activates missiles. <Sigma_AI> We have a problem. <Mordred_> I've noticed. * Four-Seven-Niner opens fire on Mordred_. * Mordred_ sprints, dashing between rocks to avoid the fire. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'll go down and help them! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Sure you don't want me to use the healing unit for her, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> No. There might be others that are hurt <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But she's pretty badly injured. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Alright... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks down at South <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Fine, help her out. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia jumps out of the pelican and engages thrusters <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, what are you firing at!? Team B needs exfil! <Four-Seven-Niner> It's that mercenary. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming curses. <Mordred_> Sigma, did you get the data? <Sigma_AI> Sure did. <Sigma_AI> Agent South didn't even know I took it. <Mordred_> That was the whole point of this, wasn't it? * Mordred_ drops lower into the gorge. <Sigma_AI> Looks like they've brought friends. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North puts South down and leaves her to York and Min <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Go after the mercenary! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Leave him! We're here for the others! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas ignores the enemies outside and runs after Mordred. <Mordred_> Sigma, the charges we planted along the ridge. <Sigma_AI> Whenever you're ready. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North runs out after the others <Mordred_> Blow them. <Sigma_AI> Okay. * Sigma_AI detonates the explosives. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Ah! * Four-Seven-Niner pulls the Pelican through the explosions. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Oh crap. <Four-Seven-Niner> A little singed, but we're okay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks back for any sign of Mordred. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The whole mountain's coming down! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, forget the mercenary! <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We need evac, NOW! <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > There's the Pelican! Min, c'mon! <Four-Seven-Niner> Copy. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm coming in fast. <Four-Seven-Niner> Start running guys! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's jaw tightens, his rifle laying idle on his lap. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dashes for the Pelican as it flies over them and comes in for a straight run. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm here guys did you miss me? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not now, Virg. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North helps York and Min carry South as they run faster <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at enemy targets <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Forget about them, keep running! <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan helps everyone board <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> York, is she stable? <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > She's holding up for now! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on, come on, come on! Talk later! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia backs up onto the pelicans ramp <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is the first to reach the hatch. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs South and unceremoniously throws her onto the moving Pelican while still running. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North jumps on board <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes Min's hand and pushes him onto the Pelican. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grabs York and flings him inside as well. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs her to ensure she doesn't slip out of the Pelican. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks around to see that everyone's on board and notices that the avalanche is catching up. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas runs faster. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slides South forward and looks back. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Texas! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas jumps for the Pelican but stumbles over a rock hidden in the snow. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fuck. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reaches for tex <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming strains himself, reaching for her arm. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas fumbles and grabs Virginia and Wyoming's hands. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Pull up, now! <Four-Seven-Niner> Pulling up. * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward just before a hundred tons of snow fly past below them. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is dangling out the back of the Pelican. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas struggles and manages to pull herself inside. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sits down, holding his helmet in his hands <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Wasn't so gentle, North... * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York pulls off his helmet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Mordred... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We'll get him next time. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> He'll pay. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Oh, he will... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If the avalanche doesn't get him. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> You OK? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm fine. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What about the Director? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll find him too. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks over to Wyoming, sees that his wife isn't on board, and guessed the rest. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Was she alive when you found her? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares back out of the window. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Was...was it worse than finding her...you know... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yes. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North shakes his head sadly, staring at his helmet <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sorry, Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North looks down at South <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I feel like I've lost a sister. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You've lost her long ago, North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You just didn't realize it. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming murmurs "Bad day here." <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So, North. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> yeah <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What are you going to do about her? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Not sure. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York rests his head against the walls of the Pelican. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't want her fighting ever again. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Turn her over to the UNSC? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks up at North. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You can't put her in a cage, mate. Some things are worse for her than death. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What do you want, Reggie? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> You got closure. I've got this <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You think I wanted closure? <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan breathes <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Maybe I should have killed her when she was down. I don't want to keep looking over my shoulder for her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think there is one thing she can do for us. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What's that? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She can help us find the director. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Tex, South told me she was trained by a copy of you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> A copy? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Or something along those lines... <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So that's what Mordred was after on the ship... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The Epsilon unit. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York listens. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> What was it...Epsilon-Tex <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I've seen it. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > Epsilon-Tex? Doesn't ring a bell here. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina and I fought...her. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It thrashed Mordred, myself, and Cal. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What can I say, she's worse than me. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> That's what South told me. She's gotten stronger. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She still has Lambda in her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Jealousy. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> The one thing she needs the least. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director was using her to manipulate South. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just like he wanted to use her to manipulate Cal. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming falls back into silence, staring down at South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. All in favour of finding and killing that bastard? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Aye. <font color-#FFFFFF>< <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan <font color-#FFFFFF>> Aye. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sits down next to North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So what was it like for you and South, before the project? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Different, to say the least. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> We joined up together. Thought we'd make a difference. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York remains silent. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> How many AI's do you think he made? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Too many. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And they're all created from the Alpha's suffering. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas punches the bulkhead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Every time I try to find him, he gets further and further from me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director makes so many people suffer. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> But the Alpha's fragments have already been assigned <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not all of them. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's making more. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ever since Wash was brought under by Epsilon, he stopped implanting. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I don't know why he's making more. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> There are still a few out there, I'm sure. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I have to stop him, before... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...before Alpha loses whatever's left of himself. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks at North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You might think it's stupid, North. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> To care for an AI like this. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But in a way...they're so much like people too. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah. More than we know. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Let's go home. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm calling a stop on going after Mordred. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director will be our first priority. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> If he shows up, well...I've got a few words for him. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Right. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Give him a bullet from me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'll give him a bullet from each of you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And from Connie. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And Utah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And everyone else who died because of him. <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > What happened to Utah still gives me the chills... <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the Mother of Invention. <Four-Seven-Niner> Landing in one minute. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North takes out his beacon again, stares at it and puts it away <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North mutters something under his breath <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Carolina, we're back. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) The director wasn't there. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) But we have a lot of work to do, and a few leads, now that we have South. * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York shakes his head and puts his helmet back on. * Four-Seven-Niner lands the Pelican in the hangar and opens the hatch. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, get some rest, people. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming disembarks. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've got a lot of work to do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> North, I'll help you get South to medical. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Got it. <font color-#FFFFFF> * <font color=AD0000>Agent_Michigan disembarks <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks to medbay behind them. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North carries South's body out of the Pelican <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas helps North with carrying South. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the medical bay with North and puts South on a bed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess I'll leave you two alone. <Sigma_AI> Well, looks like you got lucky once again, Georgia. <Mordred_> Lucky, maybe. <Mordred_> Or maybe I just played it smart. <Mordred_> Well, so much for saving South for North. <Mordred_> You'll get what you want, Sigma. <Mordred_> Next time, we'll go for one of the AIs. * Four-Seven-Niner flies upward just before a hundred tons of snow fly past below them. <Sigma_AI> There's the Pelican. <Sigma_AI> Looks like they all made it. * Mordred_ stride up from the rubble and watches the Pelican vanish into the sky <Sigma_AI> Although Agent Texas had a close call. <Sigma_AI> Shame she didn't get buried. <Mordred_> Yeah. <Sigma_AI> Okay. <Mordred_> Let's get out of here, Sigma. <Mordred_> We need to rethink our strategy. <Sigma_AI> Here's your route that will keep you away from the avalanche. <Mordred_> Sigma, did you know? <Mordred_> Did you know about all this? <Sigma_AI> About what? <Mordred_> About the things that went on in there. <Sigma_AI> I saw a few things. <Mordred_> Remember your promise. <Mordred_> I get you your AIs. <Mordred_> You help me kill the Director. <Sigma_AI> Yeah. <Mordred_> As long as we're clear on that. <Sigma_AI> I haven't forgotten. <Sigma_AI> Fortunately, I now have a few leads thanks to Agent Texas' data. <Mordred_> Then let's snap to it. <Mordred_> I'm not waiting around for that bitch to sic her friends on me. * Mordred_ departs.

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming returns Her Majesty to its locker, and glances at the ring on his hand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming closes his hand around it and slips it in a pocket. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands a moment in thought, and with the ring out of sight and mind, pulls off his helmet. He walks down the row of lockers until he finds Kentucky's. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas finds Wyoming in the locker room. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fiddles with the lock a moment, but he's no York. Instead, he crunches the lock in his hand and opens it. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas just watches Wyoming wordlessly. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes several bottles of fine Kentucky bourbon. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming slams the locker closed. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his back on Tex, then stops. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd offer you a drink, but. . . <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...yeah, I know. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'll pour you one anyway. Then maybe I'll drink it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sits down next to Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I remember when you told me... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming locates a pair of shot glasses, and takes his time with pouring out the amber liquid. His hands remain steady. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...how you joined the fight with Carolina and I because of your wife. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Just ask your questions quickly, my dear. I've already got shots in me, and before the night is out, I intend that only half of them are lead. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Do you still have something to fight for? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sighs. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It keeps going through my mind, Texas. The retirement I had planned. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Somewhere nice, in Wyoming's grasslands. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You can always go for it. No one would stop you. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'd go hunting for big game, and reminisce about the old times, no matter how goddamned they were at the time. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But without her, I just can't see it. There's no one left for me to care for. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming throws back a shot of bourbon. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No one to care for... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What about us? All of us? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We've fought together, protected each other, bled for each other. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming looks at Texas, as if trying to peer through the visor. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's eyes flick down to the shot glass, then back to Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Alright. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I'm not letting the Director take another single friend from me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming smashes the shot glass. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Then we're all on board for the same reasons. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get some sleep, Wyoming...if you can. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stands up and walks out of the locker room.

<font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North injects South with sedatives <<font color=#D6B883>Agent_York > North, still need me to use the healing unit? * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York is standing at the entrance of medical. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sighs, and sits by South's bed, his helmet on the floor. <Theta_AI> North...you should get Lambda out of her head. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah, right. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North leans over, and removes a small chip from South's helmet. He considers crushing it, but instead places it on the table * <font color=#D6B883>Agent_York takes the silence as an answer, and disembarks. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North picks up the chip and his helmet before leaving the med bay <Theta_AI> So now what, North? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know, Theta. What do you think should happen to Lambda? <Theta_AI> I wouldn't feel right destroying her. <Theta_AI> She's like a sister to me, in a way. <Theta_AI> ...oh. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I understand. Sorry for bringing it up. <Theta_AI> Well, I'm just as confused as to what to do with her as you are with what to do about South. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I have no idea. I wish I could just wipe her mind and leave her somewhere to start afresh, away from all this...killing. <Theta_AI> I guess...even though they're not perfect... <Theta_AI> ...even though they're really mean... <Theta_AI> ...they're still a part of us. <Theta_AI> Do you think it's possible? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> It'd be kinder than killing or locking her up. I hope so, Theta. For her sake as well as ours. <Theta_AI> North... <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North heads for the crew quarters. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Yeah? <Theta_AI> When the director implanted Wash with Epsilon... <Theta_AI> Delta said he got Epsilon's memories <Theta_AI> What if there's a way to reverse that? What if we can use the others to erase memories? <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I'd rather not go poking around with Wash and Epsilon right now, but it's a distinct possibility. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Keep looking around on the subject. Oh, and don't tell the others. Some may protest <Theta_AI> Gotcha. <Theta_AI> I might have to ask Wash a few questions though. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> Wait for him to get better first. <Theta_AI> Okay. <Theta_AI> Think it's safe to ask Kappa for help? She seems nice about these things, after all. <font color=#207C3D>< <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North <font color=#207C3D>> I don't know, she might think wiping memories is a bad thing. Do what you think is right. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North removes his armour at the station there, his helmet coming off last. <Theta_AI> Okay. <font color=#207C3D> * <font color=#5800B7>Agent_North sits on his bunk, and rests, thinking of what to do

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

<font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, the director wasn't at the snow base. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We did find South though. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina frowns at the mention of South, eyes narrowing. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director gave her the Lambda AI and left her to wait for us. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He gave her an AI? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The Alpha's jealousy, no less. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What a perfect fit for South, huh. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Almost too perfect. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, she's in recovery, and North is watching her like a hawk. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> There's something else too... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...yesterday, Wyoming found out his wife was alive. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The director had taken her when he refused to join Project Freelancer at first. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He experimented with the AIs on her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> See what they did when they were put into someone's head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> By the time Wyoming got to her...she was barely alive. And...then she died. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina listens with a gradually tightening expression, hands curled into fists. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> All this time...I never knew the director would stoop so low. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> One more reason to put him down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I could have blown apart his entire facility with the Mother of Invention's MAC gun... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...but I didn't want to risk losing Alpha in the process. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I didn't want to be like him, sacrificing others in the line of duty. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Even if he is an AI...he's important to me. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I'd rather blow his fucking head off. At point blank range. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And yeah, I want to see the director die. To make sure he doesn't come back to haunt me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> One other thing, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Mordred, the mercenary, has Sigma. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming walks to a bench and takes a seat, stone-faced. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And it turns out he was Georgia. One of ours. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Mordred. That little bastard. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming gets up and walks to South's bedside. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We're going to get the director first though. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina exhales explosively, pent up anger escaping. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> It's kind of funny, how I spent all my time trying to beat you when I should have been smashing his face into a fucking wall. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's funny how I listened to him for so long. <Agent_York> We've got all the reason in the universe to wipe him off the map. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Well, how else did he expect to keep us from doubting him? Make us go at each other's throats, we're distracted. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I just can't believe I fell for that... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. I figured. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He turned the twins on each other. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He let Sigma take over Maine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He made me a Freelancer even though he didn't have to. <Agent_York> We'll get him. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina brushes loose strands of hair out of her face, shaking her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Last night, the ship was attacked again. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Attacked? By who? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But this time, Mordred...Georgia...took something else. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What did he take? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The Epsilon unit, containing the Alpha's memory of me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's with the director now. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Cal went with him, so did South. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I put a level-zero directive on Cal and Maine wiped him out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But South took a little longer to bring back. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Have you taken the AI from her? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Yeah. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Anyway, augmentations should be fully integrated by the end of the week. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Means you guys don't have to sleep for eight hours on end anymore. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> These guys really like attacking us while most of us are under. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina turns her head suddenly, as if listening to someone whisper, then winces. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Ever get the feeling your AI don't like it when you talk about the others?

<font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stands up, not quite drunk, but red in the face, and heads toward medbay. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South turns to look at Wyoming as he enters. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming stares at South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh hey, Wyoming. Just decided to drop in, huh? <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming remains silent. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You just gonna stare at me all day? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You have no idea. . . <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What, how stupid I was? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> How grateful I should be to the director? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why, because my brother wants to decide what's best for me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You have no, idea! How lucky you are! <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South scoffs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I guess even he doesn't think of us as two different people. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You're lucky because after everything you've done, everyone you've tried to kill, you've still got someone who cares for you! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps back, anger fading. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Cares for me. Yeah, right. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What does North want to do, lock me up for the rest of my life? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Because he doesn't have the guts to kill me? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I can't tell you what he'll do about you, South. But I do know he'll never stop loving you. It's all he can do. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So he can pretend to be righteous by letting me live for no reason? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> He has a reason, South. You're his sister. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South looks away. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He's just another person, Wyoming. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Just because I had the luck to be related to him doesn't mean he should try to control me. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs the side of the door. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The director and everyone else- <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> They never saw us as different people. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's all I wanted. To be my own person. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And I never got that chance. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> So I had to play dirty to get it, so what? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I'm not ashamed of that. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> What would you know about that, Wyoming. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You and everyone else in the damn project got to be an individual. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> I don't know how lucky I am? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> That's rich. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe sometime I'll tell you what I know about it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming steps out. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South rolls her eyes and lies back in her bed.

* Eta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Eta_AI * Iota_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon * ChanServ gives voice to Iota_AI <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I shut Omega off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Although... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Sigma somehow managed to unlock him when I got close to him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That one is dangerous. <Eta_AI> Carolina... <Iota_AI> Carolina... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glowers and shifts uneasily. <Eta_AI> Sigma... <Iota_AI> ...and Zeta... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I'm warning you, start in with the muttering again and I'm turning you off...! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You think the director knew about this when he agreed to give you both AIs? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I felt like he said yes too quickly. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I keep thinking about getting one removed, but the combat payoff... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They help you a lot? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I've... gotten used to the benefits. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Do you feel any stronger from the augmentations? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina flexes her hands. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I haven't drilled in days. But everything feels... better. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, at least I'm not safeguarding the forty-something of you at night for nothing. <Eta_AI> Georgia... <Iota_AI> ...Mordred... <Eta_AI> ...traitor... <Iota_AI> ...one of us... <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina winces again. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> If you're not going to make sense, shut up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What are they saying? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Georgia, Mordred, something about being a traitor, "one of us." <Eta_AI> Sigma... <Iota_AI> ...Meta... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> So they know. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Don't talk about Me-- about Agent Maine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maine? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He's been fine ever since we removed Sigma from his head. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They called him... Meta. Whatever the fuck that means. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I think they're talking about Sigma seeking metastability. <Eta_AI> Meta... <Iota_AI> ...stability... <Eta_AI> ...Zeta... <Iota_AI> ...Sigma. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina seems to shiver. <Agent_York> Carolina? Sure you can cope with this? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina waves dismissively. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I'm fine. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I can deal with it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I'm guessing you want to have a word with South. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe she can tell us where the director is. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I want more than a word. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> She's in the recovery bay. Come on. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming nods as Carolina and Tex pass. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas nods to Wyoming. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas enters the recovery bay and nods to Virginia, who is already there. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia nods back <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, if it isn't the skipper herself. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> To what do I owe this pleasure, Carolina? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina approaches South with arms crossed, mouth set in a grim line. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I wouldn't be a smartass right now if I were you, South. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Why not, it's not like I have anything left to lose, is there? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> North made sure of that... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I could name a few things. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, I'm terrified. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Or would you rather I demonstrate? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You know, I really don't give a shit what happens at this point. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> If I even try, I'll just get screwed over. Again. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Stop feeling sorry for yourself, South. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We have some questions for you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Right now I wouldn't give a shit if you killed me. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> And why should I answer? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're lucky North doesn't want anything bad to happen to you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Oh, I'm so grateful right now. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You should be. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We need to find the director, and you know where he is. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> You always wanted to be an individual, South. Well, congratulations - all eyes are on you now, and I couldn't care less about what North wants for you. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> You're too kind, Carolina. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas suddenly grabs South and hoists her up. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia looks up <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why don't you do something right for once? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You're supposed to be one of us. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> Put me down, Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> She doesn't take orders from you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Answer the question. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Where. Is. The. Director. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He's in one of his facilities, still tearing apart that AI you care so much about. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Which. One? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South shrugs. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He doesn't tell me everything. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> He knew there was a chance I could be captured. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas yanks Omega out of her head and places it in front of South's face. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You can either tell me, or I'll stick this in your head and I'll find out myself. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And in case you're wondering, Omega isn't the nicest of AIs. <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South stares at the fragment, a glimmer of apprehension in her eyes for the first time. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia raises an eyebrow at the mention of omega <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What's it gonna be, South? <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> There's...there's a valley five hundred klicks southeast of the snow mountains. <font color=#66AD7B>< <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South <font color=#66AD7B>> The facility is dug in there. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You got a map? <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South slowly takes out a data chip from under her pillow. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas snatches the chip. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Thank you, South. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas shoves South back into bed. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Now behave while we're gone. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Another mission so soon? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> The Director doesn't rest. Why should we? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas glances at Virginia. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You don't have to come. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Well Wyoming... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...if you don't want to come, I'd understand. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming pushes off from the wall and stands ready. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> No, I do. It'll be good to get off the ship, I think. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay. Let's go then. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas calls Delta Four-Seven-Niner as they head out of the recovery bay. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming waits to follow the others out. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Thanks, South. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming leaves. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina strides after Texas, looking a bit pale. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows behind Carolina <font color=#66AD7B> * <font color=#8F61C6>Agent_South watches as everyone leaves and mutters under her breath, "Nice knowing you." <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots South a glance <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stops at the armoury with the others. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming retrieves a standard-issue sniper rifle, a sidearm, and a pair of fragmentation grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, are you online? <Gamma_AI> Yes. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes a pair of M6Cs, a combat knife, some grenades, and a BR55. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Temporal distortion unit ready? <Gamma_AI> Err. <Gamma_AI> Odd, it is...missing. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia grabs an Assault Rifle, a Pistol, fragmentation grenades, and a grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Error. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Great. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina starts loading weapons onto her armor, then stops and turns to Texas. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> There's something I need to take care of before we find the Director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> These... AI. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't need them. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Are you sure? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> All this time, I thought the Director could make me better. The best. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> These AI are just his tools. Way I see it, he'll find some way to make me screw up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I haven't used Omega because he sometimes...overtakes me. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I never got rid of him, because... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...because when we find Alpha, I don't just want to save him... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...I want to put him back together. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's why I wanted to get Zeta back from Mordred. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's attention is caught. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> All of him. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Are you sure that's a good idea? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> As long as Sigma becomes a part of the Alpha, and not the other way around. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Maybe you're right. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> But I'd rather have these guys riding in my pocket than my brain. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Whatever you think is right, Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just...don't lose them. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina reaches up to pull the chip from the back of her neck, then frowns. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks down at her battle rifle. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I could have blown the director's facility apart with the Mother of Invention. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But I didn't want to risk damaging Alpha. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Maybe I should have just ended it. Killed them both and gotten some... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> ...closure. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> But do you really want closure? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> In the end, I decided that I can't let Alpha go. Not if there's a chance I can save him. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina tries to yank the chip again, but her fist closes on empty air. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas notices. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What is it? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They... don't want me to. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe this is a sign you should take them out <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, they can't control what I do. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hold still. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks up behind Carolina. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Wait... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, any insight here? * Omega_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #halo-fanon <Omega_AI> NO! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Aagh! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas falls to her knees. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina turns sharply, glaring. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia jumps back from Tex * Gamma_AI starts muttering under his breath. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fuck... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves to take Omega out of her head. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Damn...AI... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming reaches to shut off Gamma. * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has left #halo-fanon ("Standby.") <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Damn double-edged knife. . . <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas slowly stands up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What just happened... <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> This is one of those times I'm glad I don't have one of them <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow quirking. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. . . consider yourself lucky, mate. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming...get him out of my head... <Omega_AI> Do it and you die. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas growls in frustration. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fine. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's get going. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> When I get a hold of the director, I'll make him take it out. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Come on. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina looks uncomfortable, raising her hands slowly in a defensive posture. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Forget what I said earlier. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas walks out of the armoury. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sets his weapons and follows. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina scratches the back of her neck and trails after Wyoming. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia follows uncomfortably <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, is the Pelican prepped? <Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger Texas. Ready to go. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wait we're going to assault the Director's base with only the four of us? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We'll call for backup once we touch down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No sense getting spotted with a convoy of Pelicans bearing down on the base. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas reaches the hangar bay with the others. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, you got the location? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tosses Four-Seven-Niner the chip. * Four-Seven-Niner catches it and steps into the cockpit. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia sits down in the pelican <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming boards. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sits down next to the hatch. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina takes a seat beside Texas, slipping her helmet on. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ready to go, Four-Seven-Niner. <Four-Seven-Niner> Roger. * Four-Seven-Niner takes off and flies out the hangar. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Y'know, Texas, I noticed something back there. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> What? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota... Omega pretty much scares them shitless. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas laughs humourlessly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Omega scares everyone shitless. It's part of his charm. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Even you? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas glares at Virginia as a response. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They say he's... done things. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Do you know what they mean? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas frowns. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can hear what he's thinking sometimes. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Trust me, they're nothing pleasant. But... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I noticed that even when I've shut him off, he experiences a sort of...savage pleasure... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I told the director, but he said it was just a side-effect. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together, a nervous gesture. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> At times, I feel like it's connecting me to Wyoming and Maine... <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Through their AIs... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I don't know why they're so panicky, but they remember him from somewhere. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What about the others? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Just them, Virg. I can't explain it. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe their personalities link them <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Deceit, anger, ambition? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hm. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns his helmet over, grinning. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Maybe they were the first fragments <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> and it connects them <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota don't have much personality. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They were among the last fragments broken from Alpha. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Maybe there wasn't much left of him. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They're like twins, always talking to each other. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I always thought it was odd, how the director agreed to give them to you so easily. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I can't see them being much help to Wash and South by themselves. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's like...it's like he knew he was meant to give them to you. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> All the more reason for me not to trust them. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It makes me wonder what happened to the other AI's not assigned an agent? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Oh, the director still has them. What he's doing with them, I don't know. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I'm not sure how I feel that a madman has fifteen some AI's * Four-Seven-Niner flies the Pelican over the mountain range and adjusts trajectory into the valley. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> You know, I was just thinking back to a happier time. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas laughs quietly. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You mean before I showed up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The Christmas party, before we met you, Tex. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> South was dancing on a table, and North was trying to get her down. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> And York kept trying to set up mistletoe traps. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I wonder who he was thinking of. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas glances at Carolina. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Well, it certainly wasn't South, but it was amusing. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Until one of them got me... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wash was just learning how to drink through his helmet, and made himself sick on egg nog. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It wasn't pretty <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> He didn't throw up in his helmet, did he? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I, uh. . . I'd prefer not to say. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess everything was easier before the AIs started showing up. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina remains silent. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Things were certainly different for all of us in those days, eh Carolina? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> They... sure were. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess when you have an AI, or AIs in your head, your thoughts aren't really your own anymore. Or as South likes to put it, you're no longer your own person. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> It's ironic since she always wanted an AI. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina laughs bitterly. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I was Number One then, Wyoming, but what did it mean? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> What did any of this shit mean... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We were happy. Forget the scores. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The scores don't mean anything now either. And we're still a team. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> That's one thing the director managed to do right. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Even if he had to screw everything else up in the process. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> A pretty small team but a team non the less <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We were happy because we could lie to ourselves back then. Now. . . <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I have no idea what the hell's gonna happen after we bring down the director. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But it can't be worse than what's happening now. <Four-Seven-Niner> We're coming up on the facility in ten, everyone. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, this is it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Righto, check weapons. * Four-Seven-Niner flies deeper into the valley. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm gonna take us low and go around the mountain. That way they won't see us coming until we're on top of the facility. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Okay, I'm gonna call in the other teams and tell them to get ready to move. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas taps her helmet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Huh. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> COMs are jammed. Why would... <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks up. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, pull out! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Pull out now! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What?! * Four-Seven-Niner swears as the Pelican is hit by gunfire. <Four-Seven-Niner> Shit! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Whats going on?! <Four-Seven-Niner> AA guns, scattered all over the valley! <Four-Seven-Niner> Hold onto something! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Fucking hell... <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming braces. * Four-Seven-Niner swerves the Pelican, trying to avoid the gunfire that's filling the air. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Why the fuck would the director put AA guns in the valley adjacent to the facility? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina growls as audible whispers emit from her helmet speakers. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Knew we should have done some recon. . . <Four-Seven-Niner> These guns are all over the place! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas lurches as an explosion is heard from the Pelican's right wing. <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn! <Four-Seven-Niner> We're going down! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas grips a handhold and braces as the Pelican spiralls downward. <Four-Seven-Niner> It's gonna be a hard landing, guys. <Four-Seven-Niner> Brace for impact! * Four-Seven-Niner pulls up as much as she can and sends the Pelican into a nosedive. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina braces as shielding appears over her armor. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas gets up as smoke fills the cargo bay and alarms and ringing all over the ship. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, you okay? * Four-Seven-Niner coughs. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fine. * Four-Seven-Niner steps out of the cockpit, clutching a magnum. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming removes himself from the crash harness. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> They'll be sending kill teams soon. <Four-Seven-Niner> Whoever shot me down is not gonna have a good day. * Four-Seven-Niner pulls back the slide on her handgun. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina stands up, still surrounded by energy shielding. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Virg, you alright? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia wakes up <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks out the window of the closed hatch. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're clear for the moment. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes her battle rifle off her back and pulls back the slide. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> You okay to move? <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Huh what happened? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We're alive. Let's keep it that way. <Four-Seven-Niner> That was the first time I was shot down. And this was my favourite bird too. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina inspects her weapons and chooses a BR55. <Four-Seven-Niner> Right, let me go kill someone. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming opens the hatch. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you protect Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Roger. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> And watch for snipers. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Virg, you're on demolitions. We'll clear out any turrets we find along the way. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> All right I'm up <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Good thing I brought this <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out grenade launcher <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming makes a heat scan of the local area, but the planet's conditions are interfering. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blasted good weather. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We had to land in the warm part of the mountains. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tosses Virginia a bandolier of grenades. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I suppose it's better than freezing to death. We should move. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia catches the grenades <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> thanks <Four-Seven-Niner> Hang on a sec. <Four-Seven-Niner> Lemme grab my emergency kit. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves close to Four-Seven-Niner. * Four-Seven-Niner goes to rummage through the supplies in the cockpit. <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn smoke... <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Suppose you'll have to be Four-Eighty, now. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ha ha. Very funny. * Four-Seven-Niner lightly smacks Wyoming's shoulder. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Want to open the cockpit to vent the smoke? <Four-Seven-Niner> No need, we're ditching this bird anyway. * Four-Seven-Niner grabs the emergency kit. <Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, I'll follow you guys. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina steps carefully out of the hatch, scoping out the area. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas steps out too, scanning the opposite direction. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas tries the COM again but to no avail. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming checks high, searching for any aircraft coming to confirm a kill. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Wyoming, you take point. Four-Seven-Niner, you'll follow Wyoming. I want a staggered formation. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Copy that. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming moves forward. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> What's the plan now that we don't have backup? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, which way is the facility? * Four-Seven-Niner points. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess we're going there. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I saw a lot of shit over there <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming takes a slightly winding path, travelling from one good piece of cover to the next. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Still no aircraft. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> I guess those turrets are automated. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the ground, either. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> It was kinda disorienting while we were falling from the sky <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Suck it up, kid. You're with our squad now. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Be ready for anything. As far as we know, he's just playing with us. <Four-Seven-Niner> Is it me or is it a little too quiet? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Hold up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got one of those turrets ahead. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Want me to blow it up? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> It's an AA gun, automated. No one minding it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go quietly. Set a det pack on it. I'll cover you. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sweeps with his sniper rifle, searching for any hidden enemies. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Which way, Carolina? Over the mountain or around? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia plants a det pack on the AA gun, then slips away <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Wait until we're clear to detonate it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We don't want to give away our position, or that we survived. <Four-Seven-Niner> Heads up guys, we've got Falcons incoming! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Blast it! Keep down. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They haven't spotted us yet. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Hold fire. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia pulls out Grenade Launcher <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Stand down, Virg! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Just being prepared <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I wonder if we can lure them over the AA gun. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Probably just piss them off <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> The guns won't fire on them. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Their aircraft are probably tagged. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Think they'll set down at the crash to check for bodies? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> No, it looks like they're just flying over. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But those guys are probably going to check. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas points at two incoming Warthogs. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Get pretty supscious when they don't find any... <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> There's plenty of tree cover at the base of the mountain. Let's move. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Going around is probably our best option. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> They'll be checking for bodies. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Then it's probably best we get some distance covered. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Blowning them to hell is always an aption. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Not this time. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> aw <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas follows Carolina into the trees, weapon sweeping the area behind her. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming mentions to Four-Seven-Niner, <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> If we have to run, just know my dear, that I will be putting you over a shoulder. <Four-Seven-Niner> Fantastic. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> We need to stay in range of the det pack <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> We can afford to leave it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> But if they find it... <Four-Seven-Niner> They should be at the crash site by now, right? <Four-Seven-Niner> So if you blow it up, they'll think we're over at the AA gun. <Four-Seven-Niner> Should keep them off our tracks for a while. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good thinking. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Now that we're headed in a different direction, true. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Go for it, Virg. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> With pleasure. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia smiles as he pushes the button on the detenator <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stops and hears the sound of Warthogs starting up and driving off. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Well, that ought to throw them off our trail. <Four-Seven-Niner> I don't know about you guys, but this seems like an awful lot of walking. <Four-Seven-Niner> I'm a pilot, remember. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Would you rather I start carrying you now? <Four-Seven-Niner> That's okay. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Do we still plan to infiltrate the Director's HQ alone, or are we calling for extraction? * Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #halo-fanon <Gamma_AI> Detecting enemy snipers in the trees. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Heads up, chaps. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia stops in his tracks <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> The hills have eyes. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas is suddenly hit in the stomach by a sniper round. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas stumbles back. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Ugh. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Take cover! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> AMBUSH! <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Open fire! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas dives into cover. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas raises her battle rifle and shoots the sniper through the head. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming lines up one of Gamma's marked targets and fires, making him fall from the high branch. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires his Assault rifle in the area where the sniper shot came from * Four-Seven-Niner is hiding behind Wyoming and firing at anything she sees. <Four-Seven-Niner> So much for keeping quiet. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina sucks in a breath as her perception of time and movement is enhanced, popping off precision shots. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, jam their coms if you can. <Gamma_AI> Okay. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas ducks a second sniper shot and takes him through the throat. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> I like it this way <Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah, well we're not all armoured up, buddy. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming selects another target and fires. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Don't worry you got big, strong Wyoming to protect you. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, shut up, you. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Heads up, we've got more hostiles rappelling down the trees! <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell! <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Take 'em out. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hands Four-Seven-Niner a second sidearm. * Four-Seven-Niner shoots one of them in the arm, causing him to let go and fall a fatal height. <Four-Seven-Niner> Take that, you bastard! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at the enemy soldiers * Four-Seven-Niner shoots a second enemy in the face. <Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, headshot! Hey, this is kinda fun... <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots the rope causing several soldiers to fall <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas guns down enemy after enemy, concentrating on the ones that are rushing Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming sees a trooper running at them and stands in front of Four-Seven-Niner before shooting the charging man down. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Reloading! <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas covers Virginia. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia reloads <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Reloading! * Four-Seven-Niner fires over Wyoming's head. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Gotcha covered. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia covers Wymoing * Four-Seven-Niner ducks again to reload. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming expertly slides in another clip, bringing his weapon up and firing in one smooth motion. * Four-Seven-Niner looks over her shoulder. <Four-Seven-Niner> Uh-oh. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas turns around. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> What is it? <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia turns * Four-Seven-Niner starts shooting. <Four-Seven-Niner> What the fuck do you think? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas pulls the pin on a grenade and throws it into a group of incoming enemies, blowing them all up and collapsing two trees in the process. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Warthogs, incoming! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires a grenade at an incoming warthog but misses <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming loads anti-materiel rounds. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas puts her battle rifle on her back, takes her two magnums, and runs through the enemies, shooting anyone that comes too close. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, what say you we get some transport? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> I was thinking the same thing. <Four-Seven-Niner> Then tell your buddy here not to blow them up. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Oh, so I take it I shouldn't shoot out their engines? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Hold fire on the 'Hogs. Concentrate on personnel. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Guess so Wyoming <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming turns to cover while the others secure the 'hogs. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas leaps over a Warthog and smashes the gunner off. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas moves behind the driver and breaks his neck before flipping him out of his seat. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina grabs onto the driver's side of the nearest 'Hog, reaches in and throws the driver under the tires of his own vehicle. She then shoots the gunner in the head and he falls out the back. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas takes over the driver seat of the Warthogs. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Get on board! * Four-Seven-Niner jumps into the passenger seat. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Keep your head down. <Four-Seven-Niner> Gotcha. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Wyoming you go with Tex! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming climbs up into the gunner's seat of Tex's hog. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Gauss cannon. Not bad. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Carolina I'm with you. <Four-Seven-Niner> Now this is more like it. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas floors the Warthog, driving down the bumpy terrain. <Four-Seven-Niner> Then again, this is a little uncomfortable. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires a gauss slug into a tree, bringing it down and a sniper with it. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina slides into the driver's seat and allows Virginia to take the gun. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Hope you're not too bad of a shot. * Four-Seven-Niner does her best to aim at any enemies, but her shots mostly go wide. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia Fires on a group of scattering enemies <Four-Seven-Niner> Haha, who's running now, bitch! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina follows after Texas, flanking her. * Four-Seven-Niner shoots one of the retreating enemies in the back. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming blasts a soldier, the slug turning him into naught but red mist. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, plug the chip into the Warthog's datapad, will you? <Four-Seven-Niner> Wilco. * Four-Seven-Niner slots in the chip. * Gamma_AI projects the map onto the screens on both Warthogs. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires the machine gun mowing down a group of five soldiers

<font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell, I hope those Falcons don't circle back. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Alright, the facility's on the other side of the mountain. <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Can we make it that far? <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Oh, we can make it. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Carolina, if we get to the top of the mountain, we might be able to get out of range of their jammers. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> That's a good idea. Sure beats manual recon. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas drives up the mountain, stealth completely forgotten now. <Sigma_AI> At the rate they're going, ten minutes. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia shoots more retreating guards <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I think we're out of the thick of it for now. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We should be almost at the top. * Omega_AI is now known as Shortsword <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Roger <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I just had to bring up the aircraft. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Bombers! * Shortsword fires missiles at the Warthogs. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming adjusts the gauss cannon. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Everyone! Evasive manuevers! <font color=#00960F>< <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia <font color=#00960F>> Shit! <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming grabs tight to the gun. * Shortsword blows up the trees and sets them on fire. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia fires at the bomber but it's too fast <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Dammit! <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We need to get out of the forest! <Four-Seven-Niner> Damn, the whole place is burning down! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina weaves in and out of burning trees, mindful that the Warthog is taking damage. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is careful to take precise aim at the bomber, but at Mach speeds can't track it. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> I have to wait until that thing's headed straight for us. . . <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas suddenly sees a tree collapsing in front of her. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Fuck. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas sharply stamps on the breaks and tries to swerve around but as the vehicle suddenly halts, it's hit from behind by Carolina's Warthog. <Four-Seven-Niner> Ow! <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia flies off the turret <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming is shaken off his aim. <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina is jarred by the impact, helmet slamming into the dash. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Everyone okay? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Good here. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> Green. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia lands on the ground a few meters away, unmoving <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming spots him. * Shortsword slows down barely noticeably to take aim. <Gamma_AI> Wyoming. <Gamma_AI> Aim for the windows. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Virg's down! <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina climbs out of the 'Hog and goes over to Virginia. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming hesitates for Virg's sake, then aims carefully. * Gamma_AI calculates Wyoming's trajectory and activates target leading. * Gamma_AI activates target lead. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming concentrates. <Gamma_AI> Fire along the red line. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming thinks he can see the pilot in that dark window, but he may imagine it. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming fires. * Shortsword lurches as the windows are blown out, and the ship plummets as it starts flaming. * Shortsword (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has left #halo-fanon <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming 's shoulders slump. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Got him. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Good shot, Wyoming. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Check up on Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming jumps off the gun and joins Carolina and Virg. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> How is he? <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas keeps alert and watches for enemies. * Four-Seven-Niner tries the COM. <font color=#59D1D1><Agent_Carolina> He's alive. I can't pinpoint the extent of his injuries. <font color=#00960F> * <font color=#0F6BAD>Agent_Virginia sits up slowly, and looks at the burning remains of the bomber <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> We should keep moving. The fire's getting worse. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Agreed. Can we get the 'hogs free? <font color=#59D1D1> * Agent_Carolina glances at her 'Hog, which has smoke coming from under the hood. <font color=#FFFFFF> * Agent_Wyoming goes to recover his weapons from where they were thrown. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas deposits Virg into the passenger seat. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Let's keep going. <font color=#515151> * Agent_Texas looks at Carolina. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Guess we're on our own. <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Around the mountain then? <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner, let's switch up. We need two gunners. <Four-Seven-Niner> W-w-whoa, whoa, wait. <Four-Seven-Niner> You want me on the turret? <font color=#515151><Agent_Texas> Guess we don't have a choice. <font color=#FFFFFF><Agent_Wyoming> With Virg out, we need someone to get more fire out if we run into more trouble.

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