Red vs Blue belongs to Rooster Teeth, not me. But if it DID belong to me, York and Carolina would be dating by the 9th season and York wouldn't have died, but I think RT would do a much better job than I would...
I walked nervously up and down the passenger area of the D77C-NMPD Pelican that I was flying in, along with two boys, one about my age, and one a couple of years younger than me. The younger one-David, I think-was talking to the pilot, asking tons of questions about the plane, and such. He was very curious, and very friendly. He had black hair and very dark eyes, and he looked about seventeen. The other one, a boy with sandy blonde hair and tan skin, appeared to be sleeping, and I thought he was, until he told me: "Calm down, kid. If you keep pacing like that, you're gonna get thrown out of the dropship."
"Kid? Who does this guy think I am?"
"Who're you calling kid? I'm nineteen!"
He chuckled. "Okay, calm down. You're just really short, that's all!"
This guy sure how to get on someones nerves, because I was furious!
"Now look here-"
"Hey! What's going on back there?" The pilot called from her seat in the cockpit. "I don't want any fights back there! If one of you throws the other off of this plane, the director will get pissed, and you both can kiss your military training goodbye!"
We froze in shock and glanced at each other, both thinking the same thing: Is she serious?
Not wanting to take any chances, we sat down and began to talk.
"So, what's your name kid?"
"Hasn't it been previously established that you should STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
"Hey, the sooner I learn your name, the sooner I'll stop."
"Fine. It's Mississippi. Agent Mississippi."
"I didn't ask you for your new codename, did I? I asked for your name."
"I can't tell you."
"Why not? We're friends! I think..."
"No, that's not it. It's just-" I trailed off and thought for a moment before continuing.
"You wouldn't understand."
"Hey." David interrupted from his casual position of leaning against the wall. "I know we're not supposed to use our real names anymore, but you can trust us! Well, you can trust me, anyway. My name's David, or I guess Washington now, but you might already know that. Nice hair, by the way." He smirked, and gestured to the blue mess of tangles on my head.
"Alright. You win David- err, Wash." I sighed. I was convinced. "I-I can't remember. I can't remember my name."
"What?" They both shouted in disbelief. I nodded.
"The only ones that knew my name were my parents. When I was a baby, they died in this bloody Covenant war, and I was left in an orphanage. The people there were cruel, and didn't treat me with as much respect as the other children, and didn't let me eat dinner because, well, I guess you could say I was more rebellious than the average kid. They were still really mean, but my temper didn't help the matter. When they started to beat me, I knew I had to get as far away from them as possible. One night, I managed to escape and stow away on a supply ship heading to Arcadia, and stole anything I could possibly need over a long period of time. I made my home in an unexplored forest on the isolated side of the planet, and made sure to cover my tracks. No one found me, but some knew what I looked like, so when I figured that I should get a job, I had to change my appearance completely. I dyed my hair blue and grew it out down below my waist. Luckily, no one recognized me when I entered Pith City, the capital of the planet. I decided to join the army when I was sixteen. There were laws against it, but they were getting desperate, and I had my fair share of experience from the orphanage and living in the wilderness. Only a year after I had joined the army I had learned that Arcadia had been nearly destroyed by the Covenant. In my determination to make those bastards pay, I quickly moved up through the ranks. I was the best damn stealth soldier in my unit. My sergeant thought so too! Wasn't much of a fighter, though. I decided to join project Freelancer, I wanted to find out how to get those damn Covenant gone as soon as possible. I'm not sure if I have what it takes to help, but I want to try. " I finished my story and glanced at the boys. Both were wide eyed, and the blonde one's jaw just about hit the floor. I heard the pilot whistle in admiration from the front of the pelican.
"That was an amazing story, kid! I think you'll do fine!" She chuckled and went back to her flying. I lowered my head and began to think about my mother and father. The boys noticed this, and Wash put a hand on my shoulder.
"Y'know, we could always make you a new one!" He smiled and the other boy nudged me playfully.
"Yeah! How does Missy sound? It's like Mississippi abbreviated!"
"Hmm… I like it!" I replied with enthusiasm.
"And I never learned your name !" I pointed dramatically at the blonde with a grin and he laughed.
"You can call me Maine."
"I suppose that's all I'm gonna get out of you, huh?" I asked.
"Yep." He replied smugly.
After a couple of hours, we eventually got bored of messing around in the passenger seats, and decided to play a game: the first one to the front of the cockpit without getting spotted by the pilot won. I had a feeling that we were going to become good friends.
I slowly moved from the back of the pelican, followed closely by Wash and Maine. I silently signaled for us to spread out, and luckily they complied without any confusion. Wash went behind the frame of the doorway, the easiest and most obvious space, Maine was much more daring, and quietly sprinted to the doorway, ducked inside, and the pilot turned around immediately. He had lost. As for me, I tied my long hair in to a bun, stepped on to one of the seats, and hoisted myself up to one of the bars on the ceiling. I stayed there, upside-down with my legs hooked around the bars, surveying the area. I had a plan. I grabbed another bar with my hands and unhooked my legs, then swung my legs to the next bar and hung upside-down. I continued like this until there were no bars left, then on the last one, hung by only my ankles. My shirt fell down a bit and Maine wolf whistled. I glared at him, grabbed the bars with my hands, lowered my legs, and in a split second, my foot connected with his face and sent him sprawling to the ground. The pilot whipped her head around in confusion.
"What the hell is going on back there?" We were quite a sight, with only my chest and down visible, hanging from the ceiling with my shirt pulled up a bit, Maine laying on the floor with a bloody nose, and Wash looking quite suspicious as he tried to reach the cockpit in all of the confusion. We all glanced at each other for a short time, then burst out laughing. My grip loosened as I laughed, and I fell directly on top of Maine, who had just recovered from me kicking him in the face. I giggled and he groaned when I landed face first on to his chest. The pilot rolled her eyes and sent a transmission Dr. Leonard Church, the director of Project Freelancer.
"Sir? I'm bringing the new recruits in for a landing."
"Thank you, Four Seven Niner."
"And be careful with these ones, sir."
"Yes, yes, of course-wait. What?"
"Coming in for a landing."
"Very well, Four Seven."
We docked at Mother of Invention, (the ship where project Freelancer was located) and stepped out of the dropship. We were immediately greeted by an artificial sounding voice.
"Greetings, new freelancer agents. I am the Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System. You may call me F.I.L.S.S."
"Uh, okay…. I'm Agent Mississippi."
"Yes. I know."
"Well do you know-"
"Agents Maine and Washington? Yes. Soon agents York, Carolina, and Connecticut will arrive too, but that will not be for a couple of months."
"You are welcome. You should probably be heading on now. The Director is waiting on the bridge."
"Okay, which way is the bridge?"
"It is down the hallway, to the left, and up the stairs. And do you mind if I ask why you have bright cerulean hair that is past regulation length? The director will not like that."
"Um… bye Filss! Gotta run! C'mon, guys!" I grabbed Maine and Wash by their wrists and ran down the hall, to the left, and up the stairs, just like FILSS said. We were all nervous, so they followed willingly. At the top of the last staircase, I saw a man with glasses and black hair, with his hands folded behind his back. The director of project Freelancer. I skidded to a halt as he turned around and Wash and Maine collided in to me because of my abrupt stop. Albeit dazed, but still experienced with military training, I clumsily snapped in to a salute, and the boys followed my example.
"At ease, recruits." The director announced.
"You are agents Maine, Mississippi, and Washington, correct?"
"Yes sir!" We said in unison.
"From now on, you will be known as your code names, and you are not to tell anyone your real names. We will have a ranking system here at Project Freelancer, and you will be ranked on speed, stealth, strength, and overall performance, among other things. You will be given advanced assault armor codenamed MJOLNIR. These suits will improve strength, speed, agility, reflexes, and durability in combat situations. They are fully equipped with energy shields, numerous spaces for ammunition, weapons, and other materials, HUDs that can be used to detect weapons and devices, monitor shield strength and health, count ammunition, target reticules, create waypoints during missions and training, along with other data. The suits also come with a slot for a compact AI, but that will be discussed when the other recruits arrive. Any questions?"
We remained silent and he continued.
"I will not tolerate any uprising. Any unruly behavior," He turned, walked towards me, and lowered his eyes.
"And you will be dismissed from the program. Are we clear?"
"Very well, you are dismissed. Please change in to the suits left in your rooms as soon as convenient, and you will be called on to the training floor tomorrow at 1800 hours."
We began to file out, but the director beckoned me back to the bridge.
"Agent Mississippi, I expect you to do something about your hair, or it will be taken care of for you."
"Is that all, sir?"
"Yes. You may go now."
I saluted again and jogged out to meet up with Wash and Maine.
"What was that all about?" Maine asked.
"Just some shit about my hair. I mumbled in reply.
"I think the director hates me.
"Because of your hair? That's messed up. C'mon Missy! Race you to our rooms!"
Uh, Maine, I think the rooms are separated by gender. Mine is on the other side of the ship."
"Oh." He frowned.
"You seem disappointed." I observed suspiciously.
"Uh… why would you say that?"
"Because you just sighed and frowned when I-"
"Total coincidence! Uh, got to go! See you in training, Missy!" And with that, he dragged a very confused Wash down the corridor and in to their shared room.
Huh. That was weird. I thought as I wandered across the ship to my room.
What the fuck just happened? Wash thought simultaneously as Maine pulled him down the hallway.
That was stupid and unnecessary of you. Maine mentally chided himself as he came to the door that he and Wash were staying in, still gripping the other boy's forearm tightly.
When I got to my room, I found that it was surprisingly luxurious, compared to the dumb cots that you had to sleep in in the regular military, and in my makeshift home on Arcadia, I didn't even have a bed, or a room to myself! In this room, there was a medium-sized bathroom connected to it, a bunk bed, and two large closets. The one marked: Agent Mississippi had two suits of armor, both white with red highlights, a standard issue combat knife, an M6D pistol, a shotgun, a thin black suit of armor to go under the MJOLNIR suits, about a dozen shirts with the same colors, and a couple pairs of jeans. It also contained a datapad that read:
"Dear Freelancer Agent 002,
Welcome to Project Freelancer. You will soon have to share this room with a second agent, codenamed Connecticut. She will be arriving in a month, so please settle in, but make room for her. You may put your things in this closet and sleep on the top bunk. Please do not go in to Conneticut's closet before or after she arrives. Remember that there is a training session at 1800 hours tomorrow, and have a nice day.
-F.I.L.S.S. (The Freelancer Integrated Logistics and Security System)
I rolled my eyes at her ability to make even a note sound exceedingly robotic and began to change in to the skintight bodysuit, grabbed the pistol, and went to see what the boys were up to. When I got to their room, I knocked on the door.
"Hey guys, you ready yet? We have a day to burn, so I figured we could check out the-" I heard crashing, and in an instant, Wash and Maine came stumbling out of their room clumsily. I looked over Wash's shoulder in to their room. It was in complete disarray, and I had only been gone for half an hour.
"Wow, you guys really screwed this place up. Why? Also how?"
"Oh, um, we were looking for video games." Maine admitted sheepishly.
"Uh, they're probably in the rec room…." I stated.
"I thought everyone knew that."
"Yeah, everyone who has military training!" Wash scoffed at me.
"He has a point Miss-" Maine took a moment to actually look at me, and his face flushed.
"Uh, M-missy? Where, uh, where did you find that?" He stuttered.
Wow. This thing is more skintight than I thought.
"It was in my closet…"
"Oh. Do you-uh, we have to wear armor over that? Like, ever?"
"Just come on." I sighed, rolled my eyes and I turned around, accidentally giving the boys an eyeful of my rear end. Maine's face reddened even more, and Wash snickered at him, but they both followed quickly and we sprinted all the way across the ship, knocking over supply shelves and running in to crew members along the way. We caused a lot of mayhem that day, almost as much as we did the next. It was the first day of training, and I don't think any of us knew were very prepared….
Wow. My third RvB story! Woot Woot! And I know what you might be thinking, people who saw my drawings of Mississippi: "WTF, isn't she supposed to have BLONDE hair?" Well, to those smart people, you will find out soon enough…
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