Episode V: The Day of Reckoning
| 1153 Hours, December 23, 2551 (UNSC Military Calendar), aboard the UNSC Mother of Invention, in orbit above Sigma Octanus IV, Sigma Octanus system |
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<Agent_Texas> Carolina, the director wasn't at the snow base. |
* Agent_Wyoming stands up, not quite drunk, but red in the face, and heads toward medbay. |
* Eta_AI (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon
* ChanServ gives voice to Eta_AI
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* ChanServ gives voice to Iota_AI
<Agent_Texas> I shut Omega off.
<Agent_Texas> Although...
<Agent_Texas> Sigma somehow managed to unlock him when I got close to him.
<Agent_Texas> That one is dangerous.
<Eta_AI> Carolina...
<Iota_AI> Carolina...
* Agent_Carolina glowers and shifts uneasily.
<Eta_AI> Sigma...
<Iota_AI> ...and Zeta...
<Agent_Carolina> I'm warning you, start in with the muttering again and I'm turning you off...!
<Agent_Texas> You think the director knew about this when he agreed to give you both AIs?
<Agent_Texas> I felt like he said yes too quickly.
<Agent_Carolina> I keep thinking about getting one removed, but the combat payoff...
<Agent_Texas> They help you a lot?
<Agent_Carolina> I've... gotten used to the benefits.
<Agent_Texas> Do you feel any stronger from the augmentations?
* Agent_Carolina flexes her hands.
<Agent_Carolina> I haven't drilled in days. But everything feels... better.
<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...
* Agent_Carolina winces again.
<Agent_Carolina> If you're not going to make sense, shut up.
<Agent_Texas> What are they saying?
<Agent_Carolina> Georgia, Mordred, something about being a traitor, "one of us."
<Eta_AI> Sigma...
<Iota_AI> ...Meta...
<Agent_Texas> So they know.
<Agent_Carolina> Don't talk about Met—about Agent Maine.
<Agent_Texas> Maine?
<Agent_Texas> He's been fine ever since we removed Sigma from his head.
<Agent_Carolina> They called him... Meta. Whatever the fuck that means.
<Agent_Texas> I think they're talking about Sigma seeking metastability.
<Eta_AI> Meta...
<Iota_AI> ...stability...
<Eta_AI> ...Zeta...
<Iota_AI> ...Sigma.
* Agent_Carolina seems to shiver.
<Agent_York> Carolina? Sure you can cope with this?
* Agent_Carolina waves dismissively.
<Agent_Carolina> I'm fine.
<Agent_Carolina> I can deal with it.
<Agent_Texas> I'm guessing you want to have a word with South.
<Agent_Texas> Maybe she can tell us where the director is.
<Agent_Carolina> I want more than a word.
<Agent_Texas> She's in the recovery bay. Come on.
<Agent_Texas> See you later, York.
* Agent_Texas walks with Carolina to recovery.
* Agent_Wyoming nods as Carolina and Tex pass.
* Agent_Texas nods to Wyoming.
* Agent_Texas enters the recovery bay and nods to Virginia, who is already there.
* Agent_Virginia nods back
<Agent_South> Oh, if it isn't the skipper herself.
<Agent_South> To what do I owe this pleasure, Carolina?
* Agent_Carolina approaches South with arms crossed, mouth set in a grim line.
<Agent_Texas> I wouldn't be a smartass right now if I were you, South.
<Agent_South> Why not, it's not like I have anything left to lose, is there?
<Agent_South> North made sure of that...
<Agent_Carolina> I could name a few things.
<Agent_South> Oh, I'm terrified.
<Agent_Carolina> Or would you rather I demonstrate?
<Agent_South> You know, I really don't give a shit what happens at this point.
<Agent_South> If I even try, I'll just get screwed over. Again.
<Agent_Texas> Stop feeling sorry for yourself, South.
<Agent_Texas> We have some questions for you.
<Agent_South> Right now I wouldn't give a shit if you killed me.
<Agent_South> And why should I answer?
<Agent_Texas> You're lucky North doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.
<Agent_South> Oh, I'm so grateful right now.
<Agent_Texas> You should be.
<Agent_Texas> We need to find the director, and you know where he is.
<Agent_South> Maybe I do. Maybe I don't.
<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.
<Agent_South> You're too kind, Carolina.
* Agent_Texas suddenly grabs South and hoists her up.
* Agent_Virginia looks up
<Agent_Texas> Why don't you do something right for once?
<Agent_Texas> You're supposed to be one of us.
<Agent_South> Put me down, Texas.
<Agent_Carolina> She doesn't take orders from you.
<Agent_Texas> Answer the question.
<Agent_Texas> Where. Is. The. Director.
<Agent_South> He's in one of his facilities, still tearing apart that AI you care so much about.
<Agent_Carolina> Which. One?
* Agent_South shrugs.
<Agent_South> He doesn't tell me everything.
<Agent_South> He knew there was a chance I could be captured.
<Agent_Texas> Right, I've had enough of this.
* Agent_Texas yanks Omega out of her head and places it in front of South's face.
<Agent_Texas> You can either tell me, or I'll stick this in your head and I'll find out myself.
<Agent_Texas> And in case you're wondering, Omega isn't the nicest of AIs.
* Agent_South stares at the fragment, a glimmer of apprehension in her eyes for the first time.
* Agent_Virginia raises an eyebrow at the mention of omega
<Agent_Texas> What's it gonna be, South?
<Agent_South> There's...there's a valley five hundred klicks southeast of the snow mountains.
<Agent_South> The facility is dug in there.
<Agent_Texas> You got a map?
* Agent_South slowly takes out a data chip from under her pillow.
* Agent_Texas snatches the chip.
<Agent_Texas> Thank you, South.
* Agent_Texas shoves South back into bed.
<Agent_Texas> Now behave while we're gone.
<Agent_Virginia> Another mission so soon?
<Agent_Carolina> The Director doesn't rest. Why should we?
* Agent_Texas glances at Virginia.
<Agent_Texas> You don't have to come.
<Agent_Virginia> Well Wyoming...
<Agent_Texas> Wyoming...
<Agent_Texas> ...if you don't want to come, I'd understand.
* Agent_Wyoming pushes off from the wall and stands ready.
<Agent_Wyoming> No, I do. It'll be good to get off the ship, I think.
<Agent_Texas> Okay. Let's go then.
* Agent_Texas calls Four-Seven-Niner as they head out of the recovery bay.
* Agent_Wyoming waits to follow the others out.
<Agent_Wyoming> Whomever you decide to be . . . good luck.
* Agent_Wyoming leaves.
* Agent_Carolina strides after Texas, looking a bit pale.
* Agent_Virginia follows behind Carolina
* Agent_South watches as everyone leaves and mutters under her breath, "Nice knowing you."
* Agent_Virginia shoots South a glance
* Agent_Texas stops at the armoury with the others.
* Agent_Wyoming retrieves a standard-issue sniper rifle, a sidearm, and a pair of fragmentation grenades.
<Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, are you online?
<Gamma_AI> Yes.
* Agent_Texas takes a pair of M6Cs, a combat knife, some grenades, and a BR55.
<Agent_Wyoming> Temporal distortion unit ready?
<Gamma_AI> Err.
<Gamma_AI> Odd, it is...missing.
* Agent_Virginia grabs an Assault Rifle, a Pistol, fragmentation grenades, and a grenade launcher
<Agent_Wyoming> Error.
<Agent_Wyoming> Great.
* Agent_Carolina starts loading weapons onto her armor, then stops and turns to Texas.
<Agent_Carolina> There's something I need to take care of before we find the Director.
<Agent_Texas> What?
<Agent_Carolina> These... AI.
<Agent_Carolina> I don't need them.
<Agent_Texas> Are you sure?
<Agent_Carolina> All this time, I thought the Director could make me better. The best.
<Agent_Carolina> These AI are just his tools. Way I see it, he'll find some way to make me screw up.
<Agent_Texas> Maybe.
<Agent_Texas> I haven't used Omega because he sometimes...overtakes me.
<Agent_Texas> But I never got rid of him, because...
<Agent_Texas> ...because when we find Alpha, I don't just want to save him...
<Agent_Texas> ...I want to put him back together.
<Agent_Texas> That's why I wanted to get Zeta back from Mordred.
* Agent_Wyoming 's attention is caught.
* Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming.
<Agent_Texas> All of him.
<Agent_Wyoming> Are you sure that's a good idea?
<Agent_Texas> As long as Sigma becomes a part of the Alpha, and not the other way around.
<Agent_Carolina> Maybe you're right.
<Agent_Carolina> But I'd rather have these guys riding in my pocket than my brain.
<Agent_Texas> Whatever you think is right, Carolina.
<Agent_Texas> Just...don't lose them.
* Agent_Carolina reaches up to pull the chip from the back of her neck, then frowns.
* Agent_Texas looks down at her battle rifle.
<Agent_Texas> I could have blown the director's facility apart with the Mother of Invention.
<Agent_Texas> But I didn't want to risk damaging Alpha.
<Agent_Texas> Maybe I should have just ended it. Killed them both and gotten some...
<Agent_Texas> ...closure.
* Agent_Texas looks at Wyoming.
<Agent_Wyoming> But do you really want closure?
<Agent_Texas> In the end, I decided that I can't let Alpha go. Not if there's a chance I can save him.
* Agent_Carolina tries to yank the chip again, but her fist closes on empty air.
* Agent_Texas notices.
<Agent_Texas> What is it?
<Agent_Carolina> They... don't want me to.
<Agent_Virginia> Maybe this is a sign you should take them out
<Agent_Texas> Well, they can't control what I do.
<Agent_Texas> Hold still.
* Agent_Texas walks up behind Carolina.
<Agent_Carolina> Wait...
<Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, any insight here?
* Omega_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has joined #halo-fanon
<Omega_AI> NO!
<Agent_Texas> Aagh!
* Agent_Texas falls to her knees.
* Agent_Carolina turns sharply, glaring.
* Agent_Virginia jumps back from Tex
* Gamma_AI starts muttering under his breath.
<Agent_Texas> Fuck...
* Agent_Texas moves to take Omega out of her head.
<Agent_Texas> Damn...AI...
* Agent_Wyoming reaches to shut off Gamma.
* Gamma_AI (~Sonasauru@bas1-ottawa09-2925289042.dsl.bell.ca) has left #halo-fanon ("Standby.")
<Agent_Wyoming> Damn double-edged knife . . .
* Agent_Texas slowly stands up.
<Agent_Texas> What just happened...
<Agent_Virginia> This is one of those times I'm glad I don't have one of them
* Agent_Carolina tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow quirking.
<Agent_Wyoming> Yeah . . . consider yourself lucky, mate.
<Agent_Texas> Wyoming...get him out of my head...
<Omega_AI> Do it and you die.
* Agent_Texas growls in frustration.
<Agent_Texas> Fine.
<Agent_Texas> Let's get going.
<Agent_Texas> When I get a hold of the director, I'll make him take it out.
<Agent_Texas> Come on.
* Agent_Carolina looks uncomfortable, raising her hands slowly in a defensive posture.
<Agent_Carolina> Forget what I said earlier.
* Agent_Texas walks out of the armoury.
* Agent_Wyoming sets his weapons and follows.
* Agent_Carolina scratches the back of her neck and trails after Wyoming.
* Agent_Virginia follows uncomfortably
<Agent_Texas> (COM) Four-Seven-Niner, is the Pelican prepped?
<Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) Roger Texas. Ready to go.
<Agent_Virginia> Wait we're going to assault the Director's base with only the four of us?
<Agent_Texas> We'll call for backup once we touch down.
<Agent_Texas> No sense getting spotted with a convoy of Pelicans bearing down on the base.
* Agent_Texas reaches the hangar bay with the others.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, you got the location?
* Agent_Texas tosses Four-Seven-Niner the chip.
* Four-Seven-Niner catches it and steps into the cockpit.
* Agent_Virginia sits down in the pelican
* Agent_Wyoming boards.
* Agent_Texas sits down next to the hatch.
* Agent_Carolina takes a seat beside Texas, slipping her helmet on.
<Agent_Texas> Ready to go, Four-Seven-Niner.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Roger.
* Four-Seven-Niner takes off and flies out the hangar.
<Agent_Carolina> Y'know, Texas, I noticed something back there.
<Agent_Texas> What?
<Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota... Omega pretty much scares them shitless.
* Agent_Texas laughs humourlessly.
<Agent_Texas> Omega scares everyone shitless. It's part of his charm.
<Agent_Virginia> Even you?
* Agent_Texas glares at Virginia as a response.
<Agent_Carolina> They say he's... done things.
<Agent_Carolina> Do you know what they mean?
* Agent_Texas frowns.
<Agent_Texas> I can hear what he's thinking sometimes.
<Agent_Texas> Trust me, they're nothing pleasant. But...
<Agent_Texas> I noticed that even when I've shut him off, he experiences a sort of...savage pleasure...
<Agent_Texas> I told the director, but he said it was just a side-effect.
* Agent_Carolina clasps her hands together, a nervous gesture.
<Agent_Texas> At times, I feel like it's connecting me to Wyoming and Maine...
<Agent_Texas> Through their AIs...
<Agent_Carolina> I don't know why they're so panicky, but they remember him from somewhere.
<Agent_Virginia> What about the others?
<Agent_Texas> Just them, Virg. I can't explain it.
<Agent_Virginia> Maybe their personalities link them
<Agent_Wyoming> Deceit, anger, ambition?
<Agent_Texas> Hm.
* Agent_Wyoming turns his helmet over, grinning.
<Agent_Virginia> Maybe they were the first fragments
<Agent_Virginia> and it connects them
<Agent_Carolina> Eta and Iota don't have much personality.
<Agent_Texas> They were among the last fragments broken from Alpha.
<Agent_Wyoming> Maybe there wasn't much left of him.
<Agent_Carolina> They're like twins, always talking to each other.
<Agent_Texas> I always thought it was odd, how the director agreed to give them to you so easily.
<Agent_Texas> I can't see them being much help to Wash and South by themselves.
<Agent_Texas> It's like...it's like he knew he was meant to give them to you.
<Agent_Carolina> All the more reason for me not to trust them.
<Agent_Virginia> It makes me wonder what happened to the other AI's not assigned an agent?
<Agent_Texas> Oh, the director still has them. What he's doing with them, I don't know.
<Agent_Virginia> 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.
<Agent_Wyoming> You know, I was just thinking back to a happier time.
* Agent_Texas laughs quietly.
<Agent_Texas> You mean before I showed up?
<Agent_Wyoming> The Christmas party, before we met you, Tex.
<Agent_Wyoming> South was dancing on a table, and North was trying to get her down.
<Agent_Wyoming> And York kept trying to set up mistletoe traps.
<Agent_Texas> I wonder who he was thinking of.
* Agent_Texas glances at Carolina.
<Agent_Wyoming> Well, it certainly wasn't South, but it was amusing.
<Agent_Virginia> Until one of them got me...
<Agent_Wyoming> Wash was just learning how to drink through his helmet, and made himself sick on egg nog.
<Agent_Virginia> It wasn't pretty
<Agent_Texas> He didn't throw up in his helmet, did he?
<Agent_Wyoming> I, uh . . . I'd prefer not to say.
<Agent_Texas> I guess everything was easier before the AIs started showing up.
* Agent_Carolina remains silent.
<Agent_Wyoming> Things were certainly different for all of us in those days, eh Carolina?
<Agent_Carolina> They... sure were.
<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.
<Agent_Texas> It's ironic since she always wanted an AI.
* Agent_Carolina laughs bitterly.
<Agent_Carolina> I was Number One then, Wyoming, but what did it mean?
<Agent_Carolina> What did any of this shit mean...
<Agent_Wyoming> We were happy. Forget the scores.
<Agent_Texas> The scores don't mean anything now either. And we're still a team.
<Agent_Texas> That's one thing the director managed to do right.
<Agent_Texas> Even if he had to screw everything else up in the process.
<Agent_Virginia> A pretty small team but a team non the less
<Agent_Wyoming> We were happy because we could lie to ourselves back then. Now . . .
<Agent_Texas> I have no idea what the hell's gonna happen after we bring down the director.
<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.
<Agent_Texas> Okay, this is it.
<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.
<Agent_Virginia> Roger
<Agent_Texas> Okay, I'm gonna call in the other teams and tell them to get ready to move.
* Agent_Texas taps her helmet.
<Agent_Texas> Huh.
<Agent_Texas> COMs are jammed. Why would...
* Agent_Texas looks up.
<Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, pull out!
<Agent_Texas> Pull out now!
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks.
<Agent_Virginia> What?!
* Four-Seven-Niner swears as the Pelican is hit by gunfire.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Shit!
<Agent_Virginia> Whats going on?!
<Four-Seven-Niner> AA guns, scattered all over the valley!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Hold onto something!
<Agent_Virginia> Shit!
<Agent_Carolina> Fucking hell...
* Agent_Wyoming braces.
* Four-Seven-Niner swerves the Pelican, trying to avoid the gunfire that's filling the air.
<Agent_Texas> Why the fuck would the director put AA guns in the valley adjacent to the facility?
* Agent_Carolina growls as audible whispers emit from her helmet speakers.
<Agent_Wyoming> Knew we should have done some recon . . .
<Four-Seven-Niner> These guns are all over the place!
* 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!
* 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.
* Agent_Carolina braces as the Pelican crashes into the ground with a jolt.
* Agent_Texas gets up as smoke fills the cargo bay and alarms and ringing all over the ship.
<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.
* Agent_Wyoming removes himself from the crash harness.
<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.
* Agent_Carolina stands up, still surrounded by energy shielding.
<Agent_Texas> Virg, you alright?
* Agent_Virginia wakes up
* Agent_Wyoming checks out the window of the closed hatch.
<Agent_Wyoming> We're clear for the moment.
* Agent_Texas takes her battle rifle off her back and pulls back the slide.
<Agent_Texas> You okay to move?
<Agent_Virginia> Huh what happened?
<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.
* Agent_Carolina inspects her weapons and chooses a BR55.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Right, let me go kill someone.
* Agent_Wyoming opens the hatch.
<Agent_Texas> Wyoming, you protect Four-Seven-Niner.
<Agent_Wyoming> Roger.
<Agent_Texas> And watch for snipers.
<Agent_Texas> Virg, you're on demolitions. We'll clear out any turrets we find along the way.
<Agent_Virginia> All right I'm up
<Agent_Virginia> Good thing I brought this
* Agent_Virginia pulls out grenade launcher
* Agent_Wyoming makes a heat scan of the local area, but the planet's conditions are interfering.
<Agent_Wyoming> Blasted good weather.
<Agent_Texas> We had to land in the warm part of the mountains.
* Agent_Texas tosses Virginia a bandolier of grenades.
<Agent_Wyoming> I suppose it's better than freezing to death. We should move.
* Agent_Virginia catches the grenades
<Agent_Virginia> thanks
<Four-Seven-Niner> Hang on a sec.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Lemme grab my emergency kit.
* 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...
<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.
<Agent_Virginia> 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.
* Agent_Carolina steps carefully out of the hatch, scoping out the area.
* Agent_Texas steps out too, scanning the opposite direction.
* Agent_Texas tries the COM again but to no avail.
* Agent_Wyoming checks high, searching for any aircraft coming to confirm a kill.
<Agent_Carolina> Wyoming, you take point. Four-Seven-Niner, you'll follow Wyoming. I want a staggered formation.
<Agent_Wyoming> Copy that.
* Agent_Wyoming moves forward.
<Agent_Wyoming> What's the plan now that we don't have backup?
<Agent_Texas> Four-Seven-Niner, which way is the facility?
* Four-Seven-Niner points.
<Agent_Texas> I guess we're going there.
<Agent_Virginia> I saw a lot of shit over there
* Agent_Wyoming takes a slightly winding path, travelling from one good piece of cover to the next.
<Agent_Texas> Still no aircraft.
<Agent_Texas> I guess those turrets are automated.
<Agent_Wyoming> Nothing on the ground, either.
<Agent_Virginia> It was kinda disorienting while we were falling from the sky
<Agent_Texas> Suck it up, kid. You're with our squad now.
<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?
<Agent_Wyoming> Hold up.
<Agent_Wyoming> Got one of those turrets ahead.
<Agent_Virginia> Want me to blow it up?
<Agent_Wyoming> It's an AA gun, automated. No one minding it.
<Agent_Wyoming> Go quietly. Set a det pack on it. I'll cover you.
<Agent_Virginia> Roger
* Agent_Wyoming sweeps with his sniper rifle, searching for any hidden enemies.
<Agent_Texas> Which way, Carolina? Over the mountain or around?
* Agent_Virginia plants a det pack on the AA gun, then slips away
<Agent_Wyoming> Wait until we're clear to detonate it.
<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!
<Agent_Virginia> Shit!
<Agent_Wyoming> Blast it! Keep down.
<Agent_Texas> They haven't spotted us yet.
<Agent_Texas> Hold fire.
* Agent_Virginia pulls out Grenade Launcher
<Agent_Texas> Stand down, Virg!
<Agent_Virginia> Just being prepared
<Agent_Wyoming> I wonder if we can lure them over the AA gun.
<Agent_Virginia> Probably just piss them off
<Agent_Texas> The guns won't fire on them.
<Agent_Texas> Their aircraft are probably tagged.
<Agent_Wyoming> Think they'll set down at the crash to check for bodies?
<Agent_Texas> No, it looks like they're just flying over.
<Agent_Texas> But those guys are probably going to check.
* Agent_Texas points at two incoming Warthogs.
<Agent_Virginia> Get pretty supscious when they don't find any...
<Agent_Carolina> There's plenty of tree cover at the base of the mountain. Let's move.
<Agent_Carolina> Going around is probably our best option.
<Agent_Texas> They'll be checking for bodies.
<Agent_Wyoming> Then it's probably best we get some distance covered.
<Agent_Virginia> Blowning them to hell is always an aption.
<Agent_Texas> Not this time.
<Agent_Virginia> aw
* Agent_Texas follows Carolina into the trees, weapon sweeping the area behind her.
* Agent_Wyoming mentions to Four-Seven-Niner,
<Agent_Wyoming> If we have to run, just know my dear, that I will be putting you over a shoulder.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Fantastic.
<Agent_Virginia> We need to stay in range of the det pack
<Agent_Wyoming> We can afford to leave it.
<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.
<Agent_Texas> Good thinking.
<Agent_Wyoming> Now that we're headed in a different direction, true.
<Agent_Wyoming> Go for it, Virg.
<Agent_Virginia> With pleasure.
* Agent_Virginia smiles as he pushes the button on the detenator
* Agent_Texas stops and hears the sound of Warthogs starting up and driving off.
<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.
<Agent_Wyoming> Would you rather I start carrying you now?
<Four-Seven-Niner> That's okay.
<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.
<Agent_Wyoming> Heads up, chaps.
* Agent_Virginia stops in his tracks
<Agent_Wyoming> The hills have eyes.
* Agent_Texas is suddenly hit in the stomach by a sniper round.
* Agent_Texas stumbles back.
<Agent_Texas> Ugh.
<Agent_Wyoming> Take cover!
<Agent_Virginia> AMBUSH!
<Agent_Carolina> Open fire!
* Agent_Texas dives into cover.
* Agent_Texas raises her battle rifle and shoots the sniper through the head.
* Agent_Wyoming lines up one of Gamma's marked targets and fires, making him fall from the high branch.
* 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.
* Agent_Carolina sucks in a breath as her perception of time and movement is enhanced, popping off precision shots.
<Agent_Wyoming> Gamma, jam their coms if you can.
<Gamma_AI> Okay.
* Agent_Texas ducks a second sniper shot and takes him through the throat.
<Agent_Virginia> I like it this way
<Four-Seven-Niner> Yeah, well we're not all armoured up, buddy.
* Agent_Wyoming selects another target and fires.
<Agent_Virginia> Don't worry you got big, strong Wyoming to protect you.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, shut up, you.
<Agent_Texas> Heads up, we've got more hostiles rappelling down the trees!
<Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell!
<Agent_Carolina> Take 'em out.
<Agent_Virginia> Roger!
* 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!
* 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...
* Agent_Virginia shoots the rope causing several soldiers to fall
* Agent_Texas guns down enemy after enemy, concentrating on the ones that are rushing Wyoming and Four-Seven-Niner.
* Agent_Wyoming sees a trooper running at them and stands in front of Four-Seven-Niner before shooting the charging man down.
<Agent_Virginia> Reloading!
* Agent_Texas covers Virginia.
* Agent_Wyoming fires.
* Agent_Virginia reloads
<Agent_Wyoming> Reloading!
* Four-Seven-Niner fires over Wyoming's head.
<Agent_Carolina> Gotcha covered.
* Agent_Virginia covers Wymoing
* Four-Seven-Niner ducks again to reload.
* 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.
* Agent_Texas turns around.
* Agent_Wyoming turns.
<Agent_Virginia> What is it?
* Agent_Virginia turns
* Four-Seven-Niner starts shooting.
<Four-Seven-Niner> What the fuck do you think?
* 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.
<Agent_Virginia> Warthogs, incoming!
* Agent_Virginia fires a grenade at an incoming warthog but misses
* Agent_Wyoming loads anti-materiel rounds.
* Agent_Texas puts her battle rifle on her back, takes her two magnums, and runs through the enemies, shooting anyone that comes too close.
<Agent_Texas> Carolina, what say you we get some transport?
<Agent_Carolina> I was thinking the same thing.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Then tell your buddy here not to blow them up.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh, so I take it I shouldn't shoot out their engines?
<Agent_Carolina> Hold fire on the 'Hogs. Concentrate on personnel.
<Agent_Virginia> Guess so Wyoming
* Agent_Wyoming turns to cover while the others secure the 'hogs.
* Agent_Texas leaps over a Warthog and smashes the gunner off.
* Agent_Texas moves behind the driver and breaks his neck before flipping him out of his seat.
* 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.
* Agent_Texas takes over the driver seat of the Warthogs.
<Agent_Texas> Get on board!
* Four-Seven-Niner jumps into the passenger seat.
<Agent_Texas> Keep your head down.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Gotcha.
<Agent_Virginia> Wyoming you go with Tex!
* Agent_Wyoming climbs up into the gunner's seat of Tex's hog.
<Agent_Wyoming> Gauss cannon. Not bad.
<Agent_Virginia> Carolina I'm with you.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Now this is more like it.
* Agent_Texas floors the Warthog, driving down the bumpy terrain.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Then again, this is a little uncomfortable.
* Agent_Wyoming fires a gauss slug into a tree, bringing it down and a sniper with it.
* Agent_Carolina slides into the driver's seat and allows Virginia to take the gun.
<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.
* Agent_Virginia Fires on a group of scattering enemies
<Four-Seven-Niner> Haha, who's running now, bitch!
* Agent_Carolina follows after Texas, flanking her.
* Four-Seven-Niner shoots one of the retreating enemies in the back.
* Agent_Wyoming blasts a soldier, the slug turning him into naught but red mist.
<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.
* Agent_Virginia fires the machine gun mowing down a group of five soldiers
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<Agent_Wyoming> Bloody hell, I hope those Falcons don't circle back. |
<Sigma_AI> Hey boss, the AA cannons are up. |
<Agent_Carolina> It's real simple. Just point and shoot.
* Agent_Wyoming retakes his position on the Gauss canon.
* Four-Seven-Niner climbs uncertainly onto the back of Carolina's Warthog.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Okay, let's do this, I guess...
<Agent_Texas> Let's pick up the pace, the fire's catching up.
<Agent_Texas> Carolina, you'll have to reverse your Warthog before I can move.
* Agent_Carolina nods, then puts the 'Hog in reverse, easing it away from Tex's.
* Agent_Virginia groans as the warthog backs up.
* Four-Seven-Niner jerks back from the sudden acceleration and grabs firmly to the turret, nearly being thrown off.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Whoa!
* Agent_Texas reverses as well.
<Agent_Wyoming> All ready, Tex. Let's roll on out.
* Agent_Wyoming scans the horizon for more aircraft.
<Agent_Carolina> Hold on! These aren't exactly smooth riding.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Well, aren't I lucky.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Still, beats getting burned to a crisp, I guess.
* Agent_Texas drives down the mountain.
* Agent_Carolina accelerates and follows Texas, making sure not to jerk too suddenly.
* Four-Seven-Niner jitters at the bumpiness.
<Four-Seven-Niner> A-a-a-a-a-h-h-h...
<Agent_Texas> No hostiles in the area.
<Agent_Texas> But we'd better hurry, this whole mountain's going up in flames.
<Agent_Wyoming> Two options, then.
* Four-Seven-Niner accidentally smacks her chin on the top of the turret.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Ow.
* Agent_Carolina grunts as the Warthog plows through some debris and bounces over a log.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Aah!
<Agent_Wyoming> If this ridge is high enough, we can get above the altitude this forest grows to.
<Agent_Wyoming> Or, we can head into the valley. Your call.
<Agent_Texas> No time. The fire is spreading to the ridge.
<Four-Seven-Niner> How is it you guys can do this crazy shit but get scared of flying?
<Agent_Texas> To each her own, Four-Seven-Niner.
<Agent_Wyoming> Cheers to that. How's Virg doing?
<Agent_Texas> Still unconscious.
* Agent_Carolina weaves around obstacles, making precise hairpin turns.
* Agent_Virginia bumps around the passenger seat.
* Four-Seven-Niner scrapes her shoulder on a low branch.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Oh shi-!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Take it easy, Carolina.
* Agent_Texas reaches the bottom of the valley.
<Agent_Texas> Aw, crap.
* Agent_Texas sees lines of foot soldiers pressing in on both sides of the valley.
<Agent_Texas> They're closing in.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh . . .
<Four-Seven-Niner> That's just typical.
<Four-Seven-Niner> The one time I get stuck on the ground...
<Agent_Carolina> Keep going!
* Agent_Carolina floors the pedal.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Holy fuuuuuuck!
<Agent_Texas> She's nuts...
* Agent_Texas floors it anyway.
<Agent_Wyoming> Wouldn't have it any other way.
<Agent_Texas> Start shooting, Wyoming!
* Agent_Wyoming opens fire, searching for larger targets that could slow them down.
* Agent_Virginia somewhat wakes up.
* Four-Seven-Niner thumbs the triggers on her turret and gives a drawn-out yell as she pours machinegun fire into the masses.
<Four-Seven-Niner> We're gonna fucking die!!!!
* Four-Seven-Niner fires wildly, not even bothering to aim.
* Agent_Wyoming spots a rocket launcher team and turns their cover into a bloody foxhole.
* Agent_Texas ducks as bullets fly over the windshield.
* Agent_Virginia witnesses what is unfolding.
<Agent_Texas> Keep your head down, Virg!
<Agent_Virginia> What the...
<Agent_Wyoming> We're coming up on their line.
* Agent_Texas continues to speed as bullets fly everywhere and shatters the windshield.
* Agent_Wyoming snaps another Gauss shot.
* Agent_Carolina runs directly into a group of footsoldiers, running some over and sending others flying.
* Agent_Texas mows down a line of soldiers that didn't get out of the way in time.
* Four-Seven-Niner swivels the turret around and keeps firing.
<Four-Seven-Niner> This is fucking crazy!!!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Holy shit, it's actually kinda fun...
<Agent_Wyoming> I'd say knock knock, but a renegade car just busts through the front door.
<Agent_Texas> Dammit!
* Agent_Texas sees flames coming out of the Warthog's front engines.
<Agent_Wyoming> That's bad, right?
<Agent_Texas> This thing won't get too far.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Our ride's pretty busted up too!
<Agent_Virginia> Oh that doesn't look good...
* Agent_Texas continues to drive, ignore the smoke and fire that's flying into her face.
<Agent_Carolina> We don't have a choice. We ride until we absolutely have to stop!
* Agent_Wyoming continues firing at the line of men disappearing behind them.
<Agent_Texas> We've almost reached the ridge!
<Agent_Wyoming> And then I suppose we jolly well hoof it? Then I'm all for driving it like it's stolen.
<Agent_Texas> It is stolen, Wyoming.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh. Right.
* Four-Seven-Niner shoots a few more before going out of range.
* Four-Seven-Niner slumps over panting.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I think my arms went numb...
* Agent_Texas lurches as one of the Warthog's engines blow, taking out a tire and sending the vehicle sliding across the grass on three wheels.
<Agent_Texas> Well that was quick.
* Agent_Carolina brakes hard upon hearing the blow, momentarily afraid it's an explosive.
* Agent_Wyoming hugs tight to the cannon mount.
* Agent_Texas stomps on the breaks, accidentally sending Virg flying through the open windshield.
<Agent_Texas> Whoops.
<Agent_Virginia> Shit!!
* Four-Seven-Niner coughs as smoke from Carolina's Warthog blows in her face.
* Agent_Texas grabs Wyoming and bails out.
* Agent_Wyoming tumbles out of the jeep.
* Agent_Texas dashes twenty steps and dives as the Warthog explodes behind them.
* Agent_Carolina climbs out of the 'Hog and checks her gear.
<Agent_Carolina> We'd better move...
<Four-Seven-Niner> Uh, Carolina? Our ride's starting to flame too...
* Four-Seven-Niner quickly moves a safe distance away and walks towards Tex.
* Agent_Texas reaches Virginia.
<Agent_Texas> Hey, you alright?
<Agent_Virginia> Ow...dammit I need to stay away from warthogs from now on out
* Agent_Wyoming draws his sniper rifle, looking back to see how much of a lead they have.
<Agent_Texas> At least you're awake now.
* Four-Seven-Niner draws her pistol and flips up the scope.
* Agent_Wyoming fires, indicating they're within his range.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Should we keep running?
<Agent_Wyoming> Definite yes!
* Agent_Texas looks over the ridge.
<Agent_Texas> There might be a problem.
* Four-Seven-Niner turns to look as well.
<Four-Seven-Niner> You can't be serious.
<Agent_Virginia> Oh great...
* Agent_Carolina turns slowly, nearly reluctant to know what's there.
* Four-Seven-Niner sees another line of troops running towards them.
<Agent_Carolina> Shiiiit....
<Agent_Virginia> Fuck. Me.
* Agent_Texas draws her battle rifle and aims through the scope.
<Agent_Texas> Nothing for it then.
<Agent_Texas> We shoot through the line or die trying.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Um...I'm not too keen on the second option.
<Agent_Texas> Neither am I.
* Agent_Wyoming continues firing, taking down a bruiser in black armor.
<Agent_Virginia> All of a sudden this seems like a bad plan.
* Agent_Texas opens fire.
* Agent_Wyoming has to reload, and instead shoulders his rifle.
* Four-Seven-Niner just shoots in the general direction of the incoming soldiers, although she doesn't know if she's making hits.
<Agent_Texas> They're not using any more vehicles. Probably know we'd be able to jack them.
<Agent_Wyoming> Virg, help me move these hogs together for a bit of shelter!
* Agent_Virginia fires sporadic bursts as his vision is still blurred from the crash
* Four-Seven-Niner ducks into cover next to Wyoming.
* Four-Seven-Niner reloads and keeps firing.
* Agent_Carolina growls and rushes at the incoming troops, dual-wielding SMGs.
<Agent_Texas> Get moving, you three!
<Agent_Texas> We're not going to stay here and wait for them to finish us off!
* Agent_Texas runs after Carolina, firing rapidly.
<Agent_Virginia> No! Carolina don't rush them!
<Four-Seven-Niner> They're both nuts...
* Four-Seven-Niner reloads again and runs after them.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Hey, wait for me!
<Agent_Virginia> Oh for fuck's sake...
* Agent_Texas covers Carolina while she reloads.
* Agent_Wyoming abandons the Warthog idea, grabbing Four-Seven-Niner as he catches up with her.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Hey!
* Agent_Virginia follows behind Tex firing blindly
<Agent_Wyoming> No time for protests, my dear. Got to run!
* Agent_Carolina mows down three troopers and uses one of them as a bludgeon, swinging him by his ankle and swatting aside another.
<Agent_Texas> I don't mean to sound like a pessimist, Carolina. But I'm not sure if we'll all make it through this line.
* Agent_Texas quickly runs out of ammo and doesn't bother to reload, deciding instead to resort to using her knife and bare hands.
<Agent_Wyoming> Then we'll bally well go down without giving them the satisfaction of claiming our spare ammo!
<Agent_Virginia> That's a bit more than pessimism
* Agent_Texas punches through two soldiers' helmets and drives her knife into the third's throat.
* Agent_Texas quickly pulls it out and slashes a second across the chest.
* Agent_Wyoming fires his sidearm several times.
<Agent_Wyoming> Virg, got any more det packs?
* Agent_Texas disarms another soldier, takes his rifle, shoots him with it, and fires it at the others until it's empty.
<Agent_Virginia> Three I think
<Agent_Wyoming> Then bring some trees down! Lumberjack!
* Agent_Texas throws the rifle at another soldier, knocking him back, before kicking him in the chest to finish him off.
* Agent_Wyoming reloads his rifle.
<Agent_Virginia> Roger!
* Agent_Wyoming provides Virginia a bit of cover, taking down those closest to him.
* Agent_Virginia sprints over towards a group of trees, planting set packs on the biggest ones
* Agent_Carolina grabs the nearest trooper, shoves a grenade down his chest armor, pulls the pin, and tosses him into the closest formation.
* Agent_Texas takes a few hits but ignores it and continues to fight, plowing through the enemy lines with Carolina.
<Four-Seven-Niner> It's like those two are unstoppable when they work together.
<Agent_Virginia> Yeah
<Agent_Wyoming> They are pilot. Be thankful for it and give 'em a hand!
* Agent_Texas tackles a soldier aiming at Carolina, and stabs him in the face.
* Agent_Texas gets up and takes his gun.
* Agent_Texas shoots another soldier that lunged at Carolina.
* Agent_Carolina then grabs a trooper by the front of his helmet, twists his head and snaps his neck, grabs his rifle as he drops it, and shoots the soldiers coming up on Texas.
<Agent_Virginia> Last mag!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Well, shit.
* Agent_Virginia empties his gun before switching to his sidearm
* Agent_Texas sees Carolina running out of ammo and runs towards her.
* Agent_Texas tosses Carolina her assault rifle and kicks another soldier in the stomach.
* Agent_Carolina catches the assault rifle with one hand and uses the near-empty one as a club, then throws it and opens fire with the new weapon.
* Agent_Texas ducks as Carolina fires over her head, dropping the soldier.
* Agent_Wyoming is just locking in another clip when he's struck by a fist, carrying enough force to be felt even through his armor.
* Agent_Wyoming spins from it, coming to face with a black-suited trooper.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh, not you again.
<Agent_Virginia> Who is it Wyoming?
* Agent_Wyoming fires from the hip, but the long barrel is moved aside.
<Agent_Wyoming> More of these blasted ODST types!
* Agent_Wyoming swings the reverse-end of his rifle, striking the trooper in the side. It's not enough to make him more than flinch, though.
* Agent_Wyoming stumbles back as a punch lands across his visor.
* Agent_Virginia fires his pistol at the commando, but his armor blocks most of the shots
* Agent_Texas spins around and delivers a roundhouse punch to the ODST's face, and throws the soldier towards the end of Wyoming's barrel.
* Agent_Wyoming fires on reflex, putting a round through his gut just as one of Virg's pistol rounds shatters the man's visor.
<Agent_Virginia> Jeez how many of them are there?
<Agent_Texas> Way too many.
<Agent_Virginia> I don't have enough bullets for them all
<Agent_Texas> I don't think any of us do.
* Agent_Carolina spins around, firing, then sees a soldier close by and decks him, sending him reeling back.
* Agent_Texas leaps over Carolina and puts her fist through his visor.
* Agent_Wyoming steps back as the body falls, only to be hit by a flying axe.
<Agent_Wyoming> Aagh!
* Agent_Wyoming staggers back, bleeding from his shoulder and no longer as accurate.
* Agent_Carolina hears Wyoming's cry and whirls, startled.
* Agent_Texas pulls out her pistols and guns down some soldiers with the few bullets she has.
<Agent_Virginia> Shit! Wyoming!
* Agent_Wyoming is being cut off from the rest, having to duck a flanking squad.
* Agent_Texas doesn't waste any more time and moves to get to Wyoming.
* Agent_Wyoming turns and flees towards the others, tackling a trooper to get by but falling with him in the process.
* Agent_Texas pulls the pins on all her grenades and throws them over her shoulder.
* Agent_Wyoming looks up to see the ODST holding an axe standing over him, eyeing his neck.
* Agent_Virginia pulls out his grenade launcher and starts firing at groups of enemies
* Agent_Carolina opens fire on the group attacking Wyoming, using short bursts to target individual troopers.
<Agent_Wyoming> Bloody stupid of you, bringing an axe to a gunfight.
* Agent_Wyoming kicks the trooper away, and rolls to his feet.
* Four-Seven-Niner pulls up her pistol and finishes the trooper by shooting him three times in the chest.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Looks like I'm protecting you now, Wyoming.
* Agent_Wyoming nods his appreciation, before picking up a fallen knife and throwing it into a nearby soldier.
<Agent_Texas> Guys, the other line is catching up to us.
<Agent_Texas> We're going to be fenced in soon.
<Agent_Virginia> Not if I can help it!
* Agent_Virginia detonates the set packs on the trees.
<Agent_Wyoming> Nicely done. Scratch thirty or so.
* Agent_Texas sees a tree falling towards Carolina and knocks her away.
* Agent_Carolina grunts as Texas slams into her.
* Agent_Texas manages to get Carolina out of the way but is pinned by the leg by the tree.
<Agent_Texas> Ugh!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Oh, that's not good.
* Agent_Wyoming vaults the fallen tree, carrying Four-Seven-Niner behind their temporary cover.
<Agent_Wyoming> I've lost my weapons!
<Agent_Virginia> I don't think they would be of any assistance now!
* Four-Seven-Niner takes a bullet in the quadricep.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Agh!
<Agent_Wyoming> Huh? Blast!
* Agent_Texas jerks as she is hit repeatedly by bullets, unable to move.
* Agent_Wyoming is just examining Four-Seven-Niner's wounds when Tex is hit.
* Agent_Virginia resorts to using his knife and fists
* Agent_Texas struggles to move the tree.
<Agent_Texas> Dammit...
<Agent_Texas> ...come on...
<Agent_Wyoming> Carolina? Where are you?
* Agent_Carolina reaches and and heaves, lifting the tree off Texas.
* Agent_Texas stands up and nods at Carolina in thanks.
* Four-Seven-Niner is down on one knee but keeps shooting.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Bastards...
* Agent_Virginia jumps in front of Four-Seven-Niner to protect her from enemy fire
* Agent_Wyoming pulls a man who'd taken cover on the other side of the tree over, dealing with him with a punch before taking his battle rifle.
* Agent_Texas dashes into a group of enemies, punching, kicking and slashing at everything she sees.
* Agent_Wyoming stands back to back with Virginia.
* Agent_Texas leaps out of the crowd holding two assault rifles and shoots furiously.
* Agent_Virginia picks up a fallen soldiers assault rifle
* Four-Seven-Niner sees a soldier taking aim at her and shoots him in the neck.
* Agent_Wyoming begins blasting down enemies, his wounded shoulder giving him problems when a rifle shot enters his thigh.
* Agent_Wyoming topples over, noting a trooper far off with Her Majesty in hand.
<Agent_Wyoming> Bastard . . .
* Four-Seven-Niner spins around.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Damn!
<Four-Seven-Niner> Virginia, over here!
<Agent_Virginia> Wyoming!
* Four-Seven-Niner takes a bullet in the shoulder.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Agh! Fuck!
* Four-Seven-Niner falls next to him.
<Agent_Texas> Dammit, we can't hold out much longer.
* Agent_Virginia looks over to Four-Seven-Niner
* Agent_Texas makes her way to the others with Carolina.
<Agent_Wyoming> I'm, rrgh! I'm fine! Pilot . . .
<Agent_Virginia> Shit!
<Four-Seven-Niner> No...cover him...
<Four-Seven-Niner> Agh...
<Four-Seven-Niner> ...I'm...no use...in a fight...anyway...
<Agent_Virginia> Dammit!
* Agent_Wyoming crawls over to see the extent of the pilot's wounds.
* Four-Seven-Niner raises her pistol with her other hand and keeps firing, but is now starting to wear out.
* Agent_Virginia fires grenades at any group of soldiers he sees
<Agent_Texas> Looks like we don't have a choice. We'll have to hold out as long as we can.
* Four-Seven-Niner runs out of ammo and her gun hand falls to her side.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I'm okay.
* Agent_Wyoming sees the pilot still able to fight, and pushes himself to his feet, or rather, one foot.
* Agent_Wyoming is just reaching for a fallen weapon when an explosion throws him into the air.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Fuck...
* Agent_Wyoming collides with a tree trunk, and falls to his hands and knees again.
* Four-Seven-Niner gets up and hobbles towards Wyoming, regardless of her injures.
<Agent_Wyoming> No! Stay down!
<Agent_Virginia> Shit! Get down!
* Four-Seven-Niner clumsily grabs some of Wyoming's sidearm magazines and slips them into her pistol
<Four-Seven-Niner> I ain't going down without a fight.
<Four-Seven-Niner> That's how we do it in the air, and that's how we do it on the ground.
* Agent_Virginia tackles the pilot to protect her
* Four-Seven-Niner keeps shooting even as she is knocked down.
* Agent_Wyoming stands against the tree to give her another body between herself and the bullets.
* Agent_Texas finally breaks through the enemies and reaches the others.
<Agent_Virginia> Good god there can't be many more
* Agent_Texas snatches Four-Seven-Niner's pistol and shoots with more precision.
<Agent_Wyoming> There's always one more than you have bullets, Virg.
* Four-Seven-Niner slumps against Wyoming, breathing heavily.
* Agent_Wyoming manages to keep his feet, but only barely.
<Agent_Virginia> And I'm out of bullets...and grenades
<Four-Seven-Niner> Well, at least I got to know what it was like to shoot these assholes...
* Agent_Carolina sets aside her spent rifle and flexes her fists.
<Agent_Virginia> Are we boned yet? I like to think we're pretty boned.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Tex...Carolina...get out of here...
<Four-Seven-Niner> You're the only ones that have a chance.
<Agent_Texas> No.
<Agent_Carolina> Not happening, pilot.
<Agent_Carolina> We're the only ones who can save your sorry ass.
<Agent_Virginia> Hey! What about me?
<Agent_Carolina> Why would we leave you?
<Four-Seven-Niner> We're dead already, dammit.
<Four-Seven-Niner> You two go on and get the director.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Or this would all be for nothing.
<Agent_Texas> We're not leaving.
<Agent_Wyoming> Four-Seven-Niner . . . strange, I never even got your name.
* Four-Seven-Niner looks at Wyoming.
<Four-Seven-Niner> It's Sophia.
* Agent_Wyoming is unsteady, moving with his breaths.
<Agent_Wyoming> Sophia . . . well that's about the last name I expected.
* Agent_Virginia picks up a battle rifle and starts shooting
* Agent_Texas shields Wyoming and the others, regardless of the damage she's taking.
* Agent_Wyoming cringes as another bullet finds a soft spot in his armor.
* Agent_Texas punches away any soldier that gets too close, but stays near the others.
<Four-Seven-Niner> What were you expecting?
* Agent_Wyoming laughs, tasting blood.
<Agent_Wyoming> I almost expected it to be Four-Seven-Niner.
* Agent_Wyoming grabs up a fallen sidearm, pulling a clip from a belt pouch and loading it.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Funny.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I'm not that much of a workaholic.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Even if I am saving all your asses every other mission.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Although it looks like I can't do that this time...
<Four-Seven-Niner> Sorry, Wyoming...or whatever your name is.
* Agent_Carolina is punching out soldiers left and right.
<Agent_Wyoming> Reggie.
<Agent_Wyoming> It's Reggie.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Reggie. Nice name. A bit British, but...
<Agent_Wyoming> Yeah.
* Agent_Wyoming fires over the others' heads, now only trying to delay their foes.
* Agent_Texas sees an endless line of soldiers and nothing else.
<Agent_Texas> Looks like the rest of them caught up.
<Agent_Wyoming> Where do they breed these lunatics?
<Agent_Virginia> Wait! Wyoming, your time displacement unit!
<Agent_Wyoming> Sorry chap . . . I think Mordred stole it off me when we last met.
<Agent_Texas> Shit, they've even sent in aircraft now...
<Agent_Texas> Wait a minute...
<Agent_Texas> Why would they only send in one Falcon?
* Agent_Carolina growls as she is forced back.
<Agent_Wyoming> Why haven't they bally blasted us to a crater yet?
* Agent_Montana (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon
* ChanServ gives voice to Agent_Montana
* Agent_Montana flies over the line of soldiers towards the Freelancers.
<Agent_Montana> Whoo!
<Agent_Wyoming> I'll be damned...
<Agent_Montana> Up here, you bastards!
<Agent_Minnesota> Fuck yeah!
<Agent_Virginia> Is that...Montana?
<Agent_Wyoming> And Min!
<Agent_Texas> Looks like it.
<Agent_Montana> Light 'em up, boys!
<Agent_Virginia> Son of a bitch...
* Agent_Minnesota strafes
* Agent_Montana fires the Falcon's turrets at the crowd below.
<Agent_Wyoming> Well, don't just gawk! Light 'em up, lads!
* Agent_Wyoming fires his sidearm.
* Agent_Minnesota kils at least an entire squad of enemies.
<Agent_Texas> Guess we do have a pilot around to save the day.
* Agent_Virginia picks up an assault rifle and starts shooting
<Agent_Texas> Come on, what are we waiting for?
<Agent_Wyoming> Don't feel bad, Soph, you'll get the next one.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I can believe that, now that we might not die after all.
* Agent_Texas fights through the crowd with a new burst of determination.
* Agent_Minnesota kseps on firing
<Four-Seven-Niner> A stealth operative coming in to pick us up in a hot LZ. Wait till I tell the others about this.
* Agent_Wyoming takes a more precise approach with his remaining ammo, dealing one shot to each of his targets, dropping them with headshots.
* Agent_Montana turns the Falcon so the other turret is facing the Freelancers.
* Agent_York (b4b5d015@gateway/web/freenode/ip.180.181.208.21) has joined #halo-fanon
<Agent_York> Hey, save some for me!
* Agent_York swerves his turret about.
<Agent_Texas> Well, look who showed up to see you, Carolina.
* Agent_Carolina shakes off her shock and fights with renewed vigor.
<Agent_York> Why'd you guys leave without telling me, huh?
<Agent_Montana> Less talking, more shooting, York!
<Agent_Texas> Come on, let's clear an area!
* Agent_Carolina emits a pleased laugh, then brutally punches out a trooper.
* Agent_Wyoming stumbles on with Four-Seven-Niner, half holding her up and half counting on her support.
* Agent_Montana punches a hole through the masses of enemies with a hail of gunfire.
* Agent_York lays down suppressing fire with his turret, drowning his enemies under a wave of bullets.
* Agent_Texas takes out a few others nearby, forcing them to keep their distance.
* Agent_Minnesota is still shooting, gunning down any hostiles he sees.
* Agent_Montana brings the Falcon down momentarily.
<Agent_Montana> Come on, hurry the fuck up!
* Agent_Texas gives Wyoming a hand in helping Four-Seven-Niner aboard.
* Agent_Wyoming pushes the pilot in, then slides onto the deck of the Falcon's troop area.
* Four-Seven-Niner slumps back in her seat and straps in, breathing erratically.
<Four-Seven-Niner> That went to hell in a handbasket, as Georgia used to say.
* Agent_Virginia hops in the falcon
* Agent_Carolina climbs into the Falcon, then turns and looks for Texas.
* Agent_Texas takes out a few more enemies, now with nothing but her bare hands. She pushes them further back to stop them from swarming the Falcon.
<Agent_Carolina> C'mon, Texas!
<Agent_North> C'mon, Tex! Get on!
* Agent_Texas turns and runs for the Falcon.
* Agent_Minnesota covers tex.
* Agent_York reaches a hand out to aid Tex in getting aboard.
* Agent_Texas jumps on.
<Agent_Montana> Right, hang onto something!
* Agent_Montana pulls the Falcon upward sharply and into the air.
<Agent_Minnesota> Damnit, it's cramped!
<Agent_York> Can it, Min.
* Agent_Carolina looks over Tex's battered armor.
<Agent_Carolina> You okay?
<Agent_Texas> Yeah.
<Agent_Texas> I upgraded my suit. Armour's a bit thicker now. EMP-proof too.
<Agent_Virginia> Yeah I'm fine too, thanks for asking
<Agent_Minnesota> I vote we push Virg off and free up some space.
<Agent_Virginia> Hey!
* Agent_Texas snatches York's rifle off his back and shoots down at the enemies below them.
<Agent_York> ...Could have said please!
<Agent_Texas> Not now, York. Keep shooting.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I swear...next time I get shot down, I'm going to play dead.
<Agent_Wyoming> Next time . . . I am bringing a big, bloody, machine gun.
* Four-Seven-Niner turns to look at Wyoming.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Hey, you're still in one piece.
<Agent_Wyoming> For the most part. Ho-how are you?
<Four-Seven-Niner> I'll live.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I'll need a vacation when we get out of this though. How about you?
* Agent_Wyoming puts his helmeted head down on the deck.
<Agent_Wyoming> Yeah. I could take one, too.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Huh. Care to join me?
<Four-Seven-Niner> I know some nice spots in the Amazon.
<Agent_Wyoming> You paying? Yes, either way.
* Agent_Montana pulls the Falcon high enough to get out of gunfire range.
<Agent_Minnesota> Phew.
<Agent_Montana> Right, now that I got you guys out of that mess, mind telling me where we're headed?
* Agent_York breathes a sigh of relief, leaning on his turret casually.
* Adamska_B156 watches the Freelancers escape from his surveillancer MAKO drones
<Agent_Carolina> There's a facility on the other side of the valley.
<Agent_Montana> Got a map?
<Four-Seven-Niner> I had to ditch the emergency kit, but I held onto this.
* Four-Seven-Niner pulls out the chip and passes it to Mont through the cockpit door.
* Agent_Minnesota preps his MA5
<Agent_Texas> North, I didn't expect you to come.
<Agent_Texas> Thought you'd be watching South.
<Agent_Montana> Well, he's after something at the facility too.
<Agent_North> This is important.
<Agent_Montana> I'm...giving him a hand.
* Agent_York hands Virginia some of his spare ammo.
<Agent_York> Use it wisely, Virg.
<Agent_Virginia> Thanks
<Agent_Texas> How'd you guys find us? And why haven't we been targeted by the AA guns?
<Agent_Montana> We stole this ride.
<Agent_Montana> There are vehicle depots all over the mountains.
<Agent_Texas> Figures.
<Agent_Virginia> Awesome
<Agent_Wyoming> Got any biofoam?
<Agent_Minnesota> I have some.
* Agent_Minnesota hands Wyoming a can of Biofoam.
* Agent_Wyoming gasps as the biofoam seals his wound, restoring a bit of pressure in him.
<Agent_Texas> How'd you find us?
<Agent_Virginia> Just follow the fires and explosions...
<Agent_Montana> Can't shake a stealth operative, Tex. Not even you.
<Agent_Texas> This was hardly stealthy.
<Agent_Montana> I'm sorry, I haven't learned how to stealthily pick up a team of Freelancers from a horde of soldiers trying to kill them.
<Agent_Montana> Let me know if you do though.
<Agent_Texas> Touche.
* Agent_Wyoming begins injecting his wounds, leaving the lead slugs in him for now.
<Agent_York> How long 'till we're at that facility?
<Agent_Montana> ETA five minutes.
<Agent_Carolina> The Director will probably expect something like this, but he can't force those guns to target us.
<Agent_Texas> Won't they see us coming?
<Agent_Montana> Nope. Thanks to Omi.
<Agent_Texas> What did he do?
<Agent_Montana> He transferred my armoury ability, anti-sensor detection, to the Falcon.
<Agent_Montana> So they won't see us coming until we're at the facility.
<Agent_Texas> Smart.
<Agent_Texas> Mont, there are jammers all over the valley. We can't get the others to help us unless we take them all down.
<Agent_Montana> Well, one of us can take this Falcon back and let them know what's going on.
<Agent_Texas> But what about the AA guns...?
* Agent_Montana thinks.
<Agent_Montana> We'll come up with something.
* Agent_North checks his weapons
<Agent_York> We need something now.
<Agent_Minnesota> Drop Virg and I near the guns.
<Agent_Virginia> Don't volunteer me for shit!
<Agent_Texas> No, that'll take too long. The director is our priority.
<Agent_Montana> We're coming up on the facility now.
* Adamska_B156 continues watching from his MAKO surveillance drones, waiting for an oppurtunity
<Agent_Wyoming> Alright, give me room.
* Agent_Wyoming sits up.
<Agent_Montana> We'll touch down at the bottom of the hill so they don't shoot us down.
<Agent_York> C'mon, Virg. I thought you liked blowing stuff up.
<Agent_Virginia> I do but I just done doing that.
<Agent_Carolina> Listen up, people, we are all going in, and that's final.
<Agent_Minnesota> There's no such thing as too many explosions.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh, you can't make me sit this one out. Gamma, let's pull out all the stops.
* Agent_Montana lands the Falcon at the bottom of the hill that the facility is sitting on.
<Agent_Montana> Right, then let's get going.
<Agent_Carolina> We're either going to take him out as a team, or fail. Pick one.
<Agent_York> No arguments there, Carolina. Let's move!
<Agent_North> Got it
<Adamska_B156> All troops under my command: March to the facility on the hill, leave no survivors to speak
* Agent_York slings his pair of magnums onto his hips and pulls out his shotgun, stepping out of the falcon.
<Four-Seven-Niner> I'll take this bird back and meet up with the others.
<Four-Seven-Niner> Good luck, guys.
* Agent_Wyoming takes a battle rifle from an overhead rack and gets out.
* Four-Seven-Niner 's gaze lingers on Wyoming for a moment.
* Agent_Wyoming looks over to the pilot.
<Four-Seven-Niner> See you on the far side.
* Agent_Minnesota waves to Sophie and loads his MA5.
<Agent_Wyoming> Don't start heading for the Amazon early. We'll be back in time to make the flight.
* Four-Seven-Niner nods.
* Four-Seven-Niner climbs into the Falcon and quickly flies off.
* Four-Seven-Niner (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has left #halo-fanon
<Agent_York> Hope she doesn't get shot down on her way there.
<Agent_Wyoming> She won't.
* Agent_Texas reloads her depleted guns.
* Adamska_B156 watches as the rest of his army marches on the facility, readying for a massacre of both sides
* Agent_Wyoming checks over his new battle rifle.
<Agent_Texas> Right, let's get inside.
* Agent_Carolina sights down her assault rifle.
<Agent_Texas> Guess we're going to go for straight-up shooting.
* Agent_Texas guns down two guards outside the facility.
<Agent_Minnesota> Anyone need rounds? I can't carry all of mine.
<Agent_Virginia> Mine.
* Agent_Texas snatches a few extra mags.
<Agent_Texas> I'm never taking these for granted again.
<Agent_Virginia> Never again
* Agent_Wyoming selects several clips of battle rifle ammo, securing them on his armor.
<Agent_Virginia> There can't be too many guards left right?
<Agent_Wyoming> No matter. Not like they're oblivious to us any more.
* Agent_York loads a few more shells into his M45.
<Agent_York> Don't worry, Virg. If you get banged up, I've still got the healing unit.
<Agent_Texas> Hey, where did Mont go?
<Agent_Carolina> Don't worry about Montana.
<Agent_Carolina> She's good at disappearing.
* Agent_Montana appears behind the guard on the far side and slits his throat.
<Agent_Wyoming> Uh . . . there.
* Agent_Montana pulls out her silenced SMG and shoots a few others in the back.
<Agent_York> No need. She's good....
<Agent_Virginia> Found her!
<Agent_Montana> Clear!
<Agent_Carolina> Excellent.
* Agent_York pulls back the pump on his shotgun.
<Agent_Montana> Hurry up, we don't have all day!
* Agent_Wyoming realizes the entire party is staring in awe at Mont.
<Agent_York> Move up.
* Agent_Texas moves up the hill.
* Agent_Carolina gives York a look.
* Agent_York shrugs the thought and gets his ass up the hill.
<Agent_Carolina> I give the orders around here, okay?
<Agent_Wyoming> Right, onwards then!
<Adamska_B156> First Air Assault Platoon, drop in from above, and take down the Freelancers
* Agent_Wyoming follows after.
<Agent_Virginia> Lets go!
* Agent_Minnesota screws a suppressor to the muzzle of his MA5.
<Agent_Montana> Okay, now that I've done that for you guys, time to get this door open.
<Agent_Montana> Your territory, York.
<Agent_Carolina> Now find us a way in.
* Adamska_B156 's air assault troops rappel down to attack the Freelancers
* Agent_Wyoming looks overhead to check for aircraft as teams begin pouring down.
<Agent_Wyoming> Heads up, lads!
<Agent_Virginia> Oh shit...
<Adamska_B156> Get 'em!
<Agent_York> I'm on it.
<Agent_Minnesota> Fuck!
* Agent_Wyoming opens fire.
* Agent_North deploys shield
<Agent_Texas> Hold fire!
<Agent_North> Take cover!
<Agent_Texas> Hurry it up, York!
* Agent_York gets towards the door and starts working on the lock, taking his time.
* Agent_Wyoming holds, backing into North's bubble.
<Agent_North> That'll hold 'em for a while
<Agent_York> I'm a little slow today, jeez!
* Agent_Virginia shoots down one of the aircraft with his grenade launcher
<Agent_York> Come on...come oooon...
* Agent_York keeps working at the holographic lock and picks up, opening the door.
<Agent_York> Got it!
* Agent_Texas hurries inside.
* Agent_Minnesota shoots a few paratroopers who get too close for comfort.
<Agent_Montana> Might want to lock the doors behind us.
* Agent_Wyoming rolls around one side of the door, checking over the room.
* Agent_North heads inside
<Agent_Texas> York, lock the damn doors!
* Agent_Virginia runs inside
* Agent_Montana disappears into the facility alone.
* Agent_Wyoming kneels by the door, firing outwards to give York time and cover.
* Agent_York shuts the door, after everybody hurries in.
<Agent_York> Had to wait for everybody to get in, Tex. No one gets left behind.
<Adamska_B156> GA-TL1 Attack Wing, bomb the facility
* Agent_Wyoming reloads.
* Agent_Minnesota hacks the AA gun
<Agent_Virginia> Turn their own damn guns against them
* Agent_Texas looks around and sees that Mont is gone again.
* Agent_Texas shakes her head.
* Agent_Minnesota sets the guns to shoot down Adamska's forces.
* Agent_Carolina nods at York.
<Agent_Texas> Min, we've locked them out
<Agent_Carolina> Damn straight.
<Agent_Minnesota> Bombers.
<Agent_North> C'mon, we need to keep going
<Agent_North> It'd have to be bomb-proof, if the director's here
* Agent_Texas raises her gun as enemies run into the facility.
<Agent_York> It'll shake us about a bit, but it won't do any major damage.
<Agent_Texas> But these guys...
<Agent_Texas> ...we can take.
* Agent_North sighs
* Agent_York swings up his own gun towards the goons who just walked in.
<Agent_Virginia> Once more upon the breach
<Agent_North> Seriously, where does the Director find these guys?
<Agent_Virginia> No clue
<Agent_Texas> I'm not really in the mood to get shot up any more today.
<Agent_Carolina> Me neither.
* Agent_Carolina activates her camouflage, taking on the colors of the enemy soldiers.
* Agent_Texas activates invisibility and weaves through the enemies, killing them without them seeing her.
* Agent_Wyoming takes cover, shooting dead any soldier with the speed to draw a weapon on the Freelancers in their midst.
<Adamska_B156> Sonofabitch!
* Agent_Minnesota runs by several soldiers, putting a burst into each of their heads.
* Agent_York picks off the stragglers one-by-one with shotgun blast after shotgun blast, mowing down an entire line.
* Agent_Texas and the others clear the room in less than a minute.
<Agent_Texas> That wasn't so bad, now that there are more of us.
* Agent_Wyoming only has to reload once.
<Agent_Virginia> Who the fuck is the asshole who keeps sending these guys after us?
* Agent_Carolina deadpans at Virginia.
<Agent_Carolina> The Director, maybe?
<Agent_York> Who cares, Virg? They're goons, we're Freelancers.
<Adamska_B156> (Accidentally on Freelancer comm for a few seconds): What the hell are those D Boys doing?!
* Agent_Texas looks up.
* Agent_Carolina frowns.
<Agent_Carolina> The hell?
<Agent_Texas> I know this voice...
<Agent_Texas> Carolina, we saved him when the director ordered his execution. Remember?
<Adamska_B156> I don't care how many you lose, kill them!
* Agent_York looks up and crosses his arms.
* Agent_Wyoming looks at Tex.
<Agent_Wyoming> Oh, bullocks.
<Agent_Texas> What the fuck are you doing? We're on the same side!
<Agent_York> ...Oh, son of a bitch...
* Agent_York shakes his head in disgust.
<Agent_Carolina> Of course I remember him.
<Agent_York> He was playing us, wasn't he.
<Agent_Carolina> I'm just more pissed off than usual.
<Agent_York> That's the Carolina I know...
<Agent_North> This day just keeps getting better and better...
* Agent_Wyoming looks around, hoping he's somewhere nearby and in his line of sight.
<Agent_Texas> Where the fuck are you? Come out!
* Agent_Texas puts a new magazine into her gun and pulls the slide.
<Adamska_B156> (Comm): I'm close, but not here
<Agent_Virginia> Big bad Spartan afraid to play?
<Adamska_B156> No, i'm not afraid, but i'm sending you on a one way trip to hell
<Agent_Texas> You'd better hope I don't find you, because this time I won't save your sorry ass.
<Agent_Texas> In fact, I'll be the one putting a bullet through your brain.
<Agent_North> Get in line
<Agent_Minnesota> He told them to bomb us. I don't think he's here.
<Agent_York> I think every single one if us will want a turn, Spartan.
<Agent_North> This place is bomb-proof though. He could be lower down
<Agent_Wyoming> I think I'll be content to watch you all torture him, if I don't shoot him on sight first, that is.
<Adamska_B156> (Private Comm): D boys, get your asses upstairs, ambush them with the AT mines we talked about
* Agent_North chuckles
* Agent_Virginia looks at York
<Agent_Texas> Well, let's get off this level before the bombers come back.
* Agent_Texas runs for the next room that's still fully armoured.
<Agent_Wyoming> Well, we are damn near unstoppable.
* Agent_North falls in behind them
<Agent_Virginia> How far down does this go?
* Agent_Texas stops when she sees all the dead guards.
* Agent_Montana appears from the shadows.
<Agent_Montana> Oh hey.
<Agent_Wyoming> Ah . . .
<Agent_Wyoming> Thought that might be your work.
<Agent_Montana> I was wondering when you guys were going to finish up.
<Agent_Montana> Look who I found.
* Counsellor (~Sonasauru@wikia/Sonasaurus) has joined #halo-fanon
* ChanServ gives voice to Counsellor
* Agent_Montana pulls the counsellor out of the shadows with her M6/SOCOM pointed at his head.
* Agent_York 's jaw drops behind his helmet.
* Agent_Wyoming chuckles.
<Agent_York> ...The counsellor.
<Agent_Virginia> That son of a bitch!
<Agent_Montana> He was busy working with the Epsilon AI when I found him.
* Agent_Carolina is quiet, though both hands are fists.
<Agent_North> Huh, thought he'd be right by the Director.
<Agent_Montana> The director's holed up in the lower levels somewhere, apparently.
<Agent_Montana> But while we have him here...
* Agent_Texas strides forward.
<Agent_Wyoming> Easy, now. We want his cooperation. He must be intimately familiar with the Director by now.
<Agent_Texas> Hello, counsellor. Long time no see.
<Counsellor> Hello, Agent Texas.
<Agent_Texas> Isn't there anything else you have to say for yourself?
* Agent_North stands back
<Agent_Wyoming> Min, Virge. Why don't we secure the room's exits?
* Agent_York gives Tex some room, standing beside Carolina.
* Agent_Wyoming begins walking the room's walls, looking for other entrances that may need closing.
<Counsellor> I realize you're rather all displeased with the director and myself.
* Agent_Minnesota secures one exit.
<Agent_Texas> Displeased?
* Agent_North laughs
<Agent_Virginia> That's a fucking understatement
<Agent_Carolina> Try pissed off beyond reconciliation.
<Agent_Texas> So Carolina, what should we do with him?
<Counsellor> I didn't realize you and Carolina have become friends in my absence.
<Agent_Texas> Yeah, funny how that happens.
<Agent_Texas> I don't know, all it took was for you and the director to stab all of us in the back.
<Counsellor> Agent Texas, you must realize I didn't want it to come to this.
<Agent_Carolina> Oh, right.
<Agent_Texas> What, are you pissing yourself now that we've got you and the director cornered?
<Counsellor> No.
<Agent_Virginia> Then why did you let it!?
<Agent_Carolina> You'd rather us be killing each other instead of you.
<Counsellor> I didn't want there to be disagreement among any of us.
<Agent_Virginia> Kinda failed at that
* Agent_Texas scoffs.
<Agent_Texas> You always were good at playing the peacemaker, counsellor.
<Agent_Texas> But that's bullshit and you know it.
<Counsellor> Agent Texas, please listen to me.
<Counsellor> I can help you.
<Agent_Texas> We don't need your help.
<Agent_Carolina> We don't want your help.
<Counsellor> But you can end this. Stop the director's experiments.
<Agent_Virginia> We know
<Agent_Texas> I thought you were with him.
<Counsellor> If you must know, he was unaware that I was with the Epsilon unit.
<Counsellor> I was...trying to hide it from him.
* Agent_Texas is a little surprised from this.
<Agent_Virginia> Why?
<Counsellor> Because the director is going to do far more to Alpha than he's already done.
<Counsellor> The Alpha is no longer who he once was...
* Agent_Texas grabs the counsellor by the collar.
<Agent_Texas> Where is he?!!
<Agent_North> Careful, Tex.
<Agent_Virginia> He's already fragmented him to the point where there's almost nothing left
<Counsellor> The Alpha is locked in a sealed chamber with the director.
<Counsellor> The director said that it was crucial that he finish his work.
<Counsellor> That it was more important than anything else...even the Freelancers...
* Agent_Minnesota looks over
<Agent_Minnesota> Oh. I see.
<Agent_Texas> I kinda figured he'd think that.
<Agent_Virginia> And what is his "work"?
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<Counsellor> ...which is why I was trying to hold him up. Long enough for you all to get here. |
<Sigma_AI> Okay, the gun is ready. |
* Mordred raises his SMG and opens fire.
<Agent_Texas> Shit!
* Agent_Texas jumps away from the activation panel.
* Agent_Carolina spins around, bringing up her battle rifle.
<Agent_Texas> You.
* Mordred follows Texas with his weapon, diving for cover.
* Sigma_AI activates Mordred's energy shields.
* Agent_Texas opens fire on Mordred, scoring a few hits but they disappate on his shields.
* Agent_Carolina charges Mordred, firing away.
* Mordred draws a second SMG and fires on Carolina.
<Mordred> You anoint my head with oil...
* Agent_Texas spins around Carolina and fires at Mordred.
<Sigma_AI> The time-charge gun, Mordred!
* Mordred dodges past them both, keeping them in front of him.
* Agent_Texas reloads but keeps advancing.
* Mordred fires on them both until both SMG clips run dry.
* Agent_Carolina ducks and fires from the hip, using her other hand to reach for a grenade.
<Mordred> My cup overflows...
* Agent_Texas pulls out her combat knife and charges at Mordred.
* Mordred throws one SMG away and pulls a small pistol device from his belt.
* Agent_Texas jumps swiftly and stabs the knife downward at his face.
* Agent_Carolina grabs a sidearm instead and rushes to join Texas.
* Mordred fires at Texas with the small gun at point blank range.
* Agent_Texas is instantly slowed down to a microscopic fraction of her usual speed.
<Agent_Texas> What...the...fuck...
* Agent_Texas is slowly moving down through the air.
* Mordred dodges away from Carolina, reloading his SMG.
<Sigma_AI> Kill her!
* Agent_Carolina is distracted by Tex's slowness, but recovers and fires at Mordred with her pistol.
* Agent_Texas stabs the knife downward in very slow motion, seemingly oblivious to the hits she's taking.
* Mordred opens fire again on Texas.
<Agent_Carolina> Oh no you don't!
<Mordred> Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.
* Mordred is forced back, but keeps firing at Texas.
* Agent_Texas returns to normal speed as soon as she touches the ground.
* Agent_Texas brings up her guns and opens fire at Mordred again, careful to maintain distance.
<Agent_Texas> What the hell is that?!!
<Agent_Carolina> He... made you go slower, somehow! Wait...
* Mordred returns the pistol to his belt and throws an EMP grenade at Texas.
<Mordred> My cup overflows.
* Agent_Texas takes the blast full-on and charges through it.
<Agent_Texas> Not this time, you bastard.
<Mordred> Surely goodness and mercy—crap.
* Agent_Texas shoots Mordred five times in the chest.
* Mordred staggers backwards.
* Sigma_AI sees that Mordred's shields are completely gone, and activates armour lock.
* Agent_Texas empties her magazines into Mordred to no avail.
<Mordred> Sigma...
<Sigma_AI> I must compliment the director on acquiring an engineer with such adept abilities.
<Agent_Texas> Damn you, Sigma.
<Mordred> Hell yeah.
<Agent_Texas> Where's the engineer?!!
<Agent_Texas> Tell me!
* Sigma_AI deactivates the armour lock.
* Mordred unfreezes and throws himself backwards.
* Agent_Texas is thrown back by the force of the disappating shield.
* Mordred raises his SMG again.
* Agent_Carolina sprays Mordred with Assault Rifle fire.
<Mordred> Shit!
* Sigma_AI engages energy shields again.
* Mordred runs across the chamber, one step ahead of the rifle fire.
* Agent_Texas throws a grenade at Mordred's feet.
* Agent_Carolina keeps moving forward as she fires, then tosses the weapon aside and breaks into a full sprint.
* Mordred pulls out the pistol again, firing with his free hand at Carolina.
* Mordred throws himself into the force of the blast, propelling him further from Carolina. His shields flicker and die.
* Agent_Texas fires her battle rifle, scoring a trio of hits on Mordred.
* Mordred staggers backwards, but gets off a shot with the pistol at Carolina.
<Agent_Texas> Why are you trying to stop us?
<Agent_Texas> You want the director dead too.
* Agent_Carolina is lunging at Mordred when the time-distortion hits her.
* Mordred aims at Carolina's head with his SMG.
* Agent_Texas charges past Carolina and rams into Mordred.
<Mordred> I need to stop you both.
<Mordred> No way am I letting you bring an army of Freelancers down on my ass.
* Agent_Texas knocks the gun out of his grip and points her sidearm at his face.
* Sigma_AI activates armour lock a second before the bullets hit Mordred.
* Sigma_AI unlocks the armour.
* Mordred twists against her grip, aided by his armor.
* Agent_Texas is thrown back again.
<Agent_Texas> Shit!
<Sigma_AI> Shoot her, now!
* Mordred fires at Texas with the remainder of his SMG clip.
* Agent_Texas grunts and stumbles back from the impact of the bullets.
* Agent_Carolina is free of the distortion and resumes tackling Mordred.
* Mordred throws himself out of reach just in time, fumbling for a new SMG clip.
<Mordred> (panting) I have to stop you both.
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* Mordred reloads the SMG and sprays fire at Carolina and Tex. |
<Agent_Michigan> (COM) Tex, do you read me? |
* Agent_Michigan enters the room
<Director_Church> It seems you've finally got me, agents.
<Director_Church> I must say I'm impressed.
* Agent_Michigan notices the Director
<Agent_Georgia> You're under arrest for the breach of protocol twelve, section four, subsection three, paragraph ten.
* Director_Church laughs.
<Director_Church> A mercenary, reciting protocol to me.
<Director_Church> How ironic.
* Agent_Georgia shrugs.
<Agent_Georgia> My employer told me to say something like that when I found you.
* Director_Church shifts his gaze to Carolina.
<Director_Church> I certainly wasn't wrong when I picked you to be my number one, Agent Carolina.
* Agent_Carolina is deathly silent, then walks slowly toward the Director.
<Director_Church> You were always number one, Agent Carolina.
<Director_Church> That's what you always wanted to hear, isn't it? The sad thing is you never realized it.
* Agent_Carolina lunges forward, getting in the Director's face.
<Agent_Carolina> Don't you fucking dare.
* Agent_Montana watches the exchange silently at the head of the crowd of Freelancers entering level twelve, keeping her gun trained on the director like everyone else.
* Agent_Michigan pulls out his M6/S
<Agent_Missouri> Hold your fire, Agent_Michigan
<Agent_Missouri> Please.
<Director_Church> We both know Agent Texas never was one of you.
<Director_Church> Look at her. What is she?
<Director_Church> A shadow, that's what. A failure.
<Director_Church> She is the only one I'm truly disappointed in.
<Agent_Carolina> ... my friend.
<Agent_Carolina> She's my friend, you bastard.
* Agent_Georgia sighs and lowers his gun.
<Director_Church> Your friend.
<Agent_Georgia> Well, it looks like they've got this covered.
<Director_Church> Your friends are all standing behind you, waiting for you to kill me.
* Agent_Georgia slides over to a nearby console and slips a small data file in.
<Director_Church> It looks like I've brought you all together into a team after all.
<Agent_Carolina> No.
<Agent_Carolina> Texas did.
<Director_Church> And what is Agent Texas?
<Agent_Carolina> She's better than you.
<Alpha_AI> Allison...I can save you...
<Agent_Texas> ...h-h-how...?
<Agent_Montana> Goddammit, someone help Tex!
* Agent_Carolina keeps her focus on the Director.
<Director_Church> She is a part of me, just like all these AIs.
<Director_Church> Which is why I'm curious, Agent Georgia.
<Director_Church> Why didn't you destroy her?
<Director_Church> That's what you wanted to do, isn't it?
<Director_Church> Destroy everything I ever built.
<Agent_Georgia> Because she's not part of you, you moron.
<Alpha_AI> Come closer...
* Agent_Texas reaches out a gloved hand and puts her gauntlet on Alpha's pedestal.
<Alpha_AI> Before I forget you completely, let me do this one last thing for you...
<Agent_Georgia> Maybe your memories built her, but not even Sigma wanted to stop you as badly as she did.
<Agent_Georgia> That takes a whole lot of hate.
<Agent_Texas> Wh-what are you up to...Alpha...?
<Alpha_AI> I'm the only one that can save you now, Allison.
<Alpha_AI> Just like you tried so hard to save me.
<Alpha_AI> But you did. You've brought all these Freelancers.
* Agent_Georgia turns back to the computer console.
<Agent_Georgia> So if she's really part of you, you have a hell of a lot more issues than I thought you did.
<Alpha_AI> I can rest now knowing the director will be put to justice.
<Agent_Texas> R-rest...?
* Alpha_AI reaches out a small holographic hand to touch Tex's and gives her a sad smile.
<Alpha_AI> You're in charge of remembering me now.
<Alpha_AI> But don't say goodbye...
<Agent_Texas> Leonard, what are you...?
<Alpha_AI> ...I hate goodbyes.
* Alpha_AI surges through Tex in a blue flash, and disappears.
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* Agent_Texas cries out and is thrown to the floor.
<Agent_Virginia> What the fuck!?
* Agent_Texas shudders as a blue energy courses through her.
<Agent_Montana> Tex!
<Agent_Michigan> Tex!
<Agent_Virginia> Tex!
* Agent_Texas lays still.
* Agent_Carolina forces herself to keep looking at the Director.
<Agent_Missouri> Do whatever you need to do.
* Agent_Montana slowly walks towards Tex.
* Agent_Virginia runs over to Tex
* Agent_Texas gets up slowly.
* Agent_Georgia nods in satisfaction as the last of the computer's firewalls break down.
<Agent_Georgia> Looks like Alpha was holding them in place after all.
<Agent_Michigan> Tex?
<Agent_Carolina> Don't worry, Missouri.
<Agent_Carolina> What I need to do is very simple.
<Agent_Missouri> As you wish, Carolina.
* Agent_Texas stands up straight.
* Director_Church watches Tex indifferently.
<Director_Church> So he gave himself up for you.
<Director_Church> After everything I worked for to make him what he is.
<Agent_Texas> You shut up, director.
<Director_Church> Well, Allison.
<Director_Church> It looks like I'll always be a part of you now.
<Director_Church> I guess it's what would make you human, dare I say.
<Director_Church> Metastability is fascinating, isn't it.?
<Agent_Texas> Fascinating?!!
<Agent_Missouri> Stop wasting UNSC time, Director.
<Agent_Missouri> Kill him, sedate him, interrogate him. Do whatever needs doing.
<Director_Church> Tell me this, Agent Texas. How do you feel now?
<Director_Church> You are reunited with your precious Alpha.
<Director_Church> Closer than you could have ever hoped for.
<Director_Church> Inseparable.
<Director_Church> Forever.
* Agent_Texas exchanges a glance with Carolina.
<Director_Church> Yet you never found in him what you were looking for, did you?
<Director_Church> And you never will...
* Agent_Carolina backhands the Director suddenly, brutally, no warning.
<Agent_Carolina> Be quiet.
* Director_Church grunts and falls to the floor, his glasses falling to the floor and shattering.
* Director_Church gets up slowly and laughs.
* Agent_Carolina leans down and yanks him up by his shirt collar.
<Agent_Carolina> What's so funny?
<Director_Church> Are you going to make me suffer, Agent Carolina?
<Director_Church> Is that it?
<Director_Church> Inflict enough pain until you're satisfied, then kill what's left of me?
<Agent_Carolina> Oh, that would be fun.
<Agent_Carolina> But see, there's a problem.
<Agent_Carolina> That's what you would do.
* Agent_Carolina brings the knife up to his throat.
<Director_Church> So you're going to kill me quickly to spite me. How...ironic.
* Agent_Carolina rams the Director backward into the wall.
* Director_Church winces.
<Agent_Carolina> I'll tell you what I'm going to do.
<Agent_Carolina> I'm going to drag your sorry ass and shove it into the deepest darkest hole the UNSC can come up with.
* Director_Church chuckles.
<Director_Church> Is that your idea of nobility?
* Agent_Carolina backhands him.
<Agent_Carolina> Don't interrupt.
<Agent_Carolina> We're going to present every shred of evidence we can find to the committee.
<Agent_Carolina> Every fucking scrap.
<Agent_Carolina> By the time we're through testifying, no one will care how much you can pay them to get out of jail.
<Agent_Carolina> They'll just want to stop looking at you.
<Agent_Carolina> Because you're disgusting.
<Agent_Carolina> And you'll end up locked away, alone, forever, with only your precious memories for company.
* Agent_Minnesota has the Director's C drive backed up on three data modules.
<Agent_Carolina> Maybe you can talk to Allison if you remember hard enough.
<Agent_Carolina> Oh, wait! She's DEAD.
* Director_Church 's expression flickers into anger for the first time.
<Agent_Carolina> DEAD, Director. D-E-A-D. She's never coming back.
<Director_Church> Everything I worked for...for Allison...don't you dare mock me...
<Agent_Carolina> Everything you did, you did for YOURSELF!
<Director_Church> You have no idea why I did what I did.
<Director_Church> You never will.
* Agent_Carolina swings him around to look at Texas.
<Agent_Carolina> Don't you realize what you did to her?
* Agent_Texas stares down the director.
<Director_Church> I gave her life. I made her from nothing but a memory.
<Agent_Texas> You made me an object of failure.
<Agent_Texas> You gave me a life I never wanted.
<Agent_Texas> All in hopes you could bring back Allison!
<Agent_Texas> Don't you fucking talk to me about what you did for me.
* Agent_Carolina forces him to look at the Freelancers next.
<Agent_Carolina> How about them, huh?
<Agent_Carolina> Wyoming's wife?
* Agent_Montana stares down the director coldly.
* Agent_Michigan glares at the director
<Agent_Missouri> You've wasted UNSC lives, funds, and most of all time, Director.
* Agent_Wyoming appears in the door, supported by Agent_York.
<Director_Church> Sometimes...you have to do what you're not proud of...for the greater good...
<Agent_Carolina> Nothing you tell me, no goal you deem worthy, will ever be important enough to justify what you've done.
<Agent_Montana> Adeline was a person.
<Agent_Montana> We are people, or did you forget that, director?
<Agent_Georgia> I didn't enjoy getting blown into space, if anyone cares about that.
<Agent_Virginia> These are lives you've ruined in the name if your sick, twisted, fucking experiments!
<Director_Church> Every one of you would be nothing without me.
* Agent_Carolina tightens her grip around the Director's throat.
<Agent_Carolina> Nothing?
<Agent_Michigan> Carolina?
<Agent_Minnesota> I'd still be a Marine.
<Agent_Texas> I'd rather be nothing than what you've turned me into.
<Director_Church> That can be arranged...
<Agent_Montana> You're not exactly in the position to make threats, director.
* Agent_Carolina leans in until her helmet nearly touches the Director's face.
<Agent_Carolina> I never said you'd be delivered intact.
<Agent_Carolina> So shut. The fuck. Up.
* Agent_Montana grins.
* Agent_Georgia pulls the data file from the computer and nods.
<Agent_Georgia> Well, that's that.
<Agent_Montana> Let's get out of here already. Let the subcommittee clean up the mess.
<Agent_Michigan> Carolina, can I help injure the director?
* Agent_Wyoming shrugs off York's help, and leans against the door.
<Agent_Carolina> No.
<Agent_Carolina> I don't like sharing.
* Agent_Carolina pulls back her fist, waits a moment, then sends it barreling into the Director's jaw.
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<Agent_Montana> Nice punch.
<Agent_Missouri> Well, that was carthatic.
<Agent_Virginia> That hurt from over here.
* Agent_Carolina picks up the unconscious form and slings it over her shoulder.
* Agent_Carolina pushes past the Freelancers with the Director in tow, so no one can swing any punches.
* Agent_Georgia decides to leave before everyone remembers how much they hate him.
<Agent_Missouri> Hold up, Agent_Georgia
<Agent_Georgia> Hm?
* Agent_Missouri hands him a datapad
<Agent_Missouri> Some contact information for you
* Agent_Georgia takes the pad and slips through the crowd.
<Agent_Texas> Let's get out of here.
* Agent_Texas walks up to Georgia.
<Agent_Georgia> Oh, shit.
<Agent_Texas> You still have Agent Pennsylvania's death to answer for, although most of the blame is with Cal.
<Agent_Texas> Still, that'll be answered for another day. I suggest you leave now.
<Agent_Georgia> My thoughts entirely.
<Agent_Texas> But for the record, we're even for Sigma.
<Agent_Texas> There are vehicles scattered all over the place.
<Agent_Georgia> Don't worry.
<Agent_Georgia> I've got my own ride.
* Agent_Wyoming stops Georgia on his way out.
<Agent_Georgia> You.
<Agent_Wyoming> You know, I thought the next time we met, I'd have had something to say.
<Agent_Georgia> So, do you?
<Agent_Georgia> I'm in a bit of a rush here.
<Agent_Wyoming> Only good luck. I'll leave you to wonder why.
<Agent_Georgia> Yeah.
<Agent_Georgia> I'll think about that.
<Agent_Georgia> In the meantime...
* Agent_Georgia raises the computer chip and heads off down the hallway.
<Agent_Georgia> I've got some money to spend.
* Agent_Wyoming watches him leave, then reenters the Director's command center.
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* ChanServ gives voice to Four-Seven-Niner
<Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) This is Four-Seven-Niner to all Freelancers, does anyone copy?
<Agent_Texas> (COM) Roger, Four-Seven-Niner.
<Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) I see bodies all over the place.
* Agent_Wyoming reboots one of the computers.
<Agent_Wyoming> Didn't quite get everything, Georgia.
<Four-Seven-Niner> (COM) You guys just about done?
<Agent_Texas> (COM) Roger.
<Agent_Missouri> Texas, have a moment?
<Agent_Texas> Give me a sec.
* Agent_Texas walks over to Missouri.
<Agent_Missouri> Certainly.
* Agent_Minnesota adds information from the Director's C drive to a database of evidence, then goes to speak with his wife.
<Agent_Texas> What is it, Missouri?
* Agent_Wyoming taps in a long string of commands, then logs out, leaving the computer to run.
<Agent_Missouri> Anything we need to take care of before we contact the UNSC?
<Agent_Texas> I can think of a few.
<Agent_Missouri> Very well.
<Agent_Texas> If you don't mind, I'd like to let the Mother of Invention slip off for a while.
<Agent_Texas> I'm sure the UNSC will be lenient since we've got the director now.
<Agent_Michigan> Slip off?
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<Agent_Texas> I have a few errands to attend to. |
* Agent_Georgia enters his shuttle, letting his armor slip off him as he approaches the cockpit. |
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* Agent_Missouri lands shortly thereafter |
* Agent_Wyoming enters the medbay, an Agent with real medical training preparing to surgically remove the bullets embedded in him. |