1stLt HChurch
Just call me Church
I watch the Director as he paces in front of us, voice level but commanding, and his hands behind his back. Compared to most of us Agents, the Director always looks so much smaller and weaker than us. But what he lacks in mass he definitely makes up for in personality. Also, being an ass, but that's beside the point.
My head nods sharply in his direction as he walks away. I turn to see him when he stands in in the doorway, and I nod my head again after he talks about Texas. Once he leaves, I relax from my respectful stance and shake my head.
"I can't believe he wants us to fight Texas. Texas, of all people!" I comment quietly, throwing my hands up in the air. My hands fall back to my sides as I continue, "We nearly just got our asses beat in by Maine a minute ago; I can only imagine what a match with Texas would be like." I shake my head, then watch Alaska as he talks to Illinois and I. Agreeing with him, I nod my head and say, "See ya there." I give Alaska his time to limp out of the room with Pinatubo weighing on him, then I walk out myself.
As I make my way to the elevator, I call for Zeta. He appears in his usual spot at my shoulder, looking at me.
"Yes, Oregon?"
"Do you know anymore about the mission? Any details that the Director didn't tell us?"
Zeta pauses for a moment, and I glance at him as I open the elevator and step in. As the door closes and we start to go down, Zeta continues. "What you know is all I know. The Direction doesn't seem to be sharing much info with rest of the ship. Well," Zeta continues with an innocent looking shrug, "I don't know what the Alpha knows about it, but us A.I. can't seem to know where he is, or what he knows."
When Zeta mentions the Alpha, I can feel wonder emit from him in waves. And longing. I groan, then put my visor in my hand.
"God, Zeta, please shut up about that," I say in a very annoyed voice. "I know you all love your Alpha, but you A.I. always talking about it is so damn annoying. And it gives me a headache. Just stop, please."
Zeta looks down and away from me for a moment, then says quietly, "Sorry, Holly. He's important to us, that's all. We just don't realise how annoying that is to you guys."
I look at the little hologram floating in the air, acting so much like a human himself, and I can't help but feel sorry for snapping at him. From what I can tell, the Alpha is like their father figure. I guess they can't help but wonder about him. But, come on. Leave it be.
"I know, Zeta," I say quietly in return, my voice in a softer tone. "I understand. Just don't talk about it a lot around me, alright?"
Zeta just nods, then lifts his head and looks at me. As he does, the door to the elevator opens up. The hallway beyond stretches out before us.
I shrug, trying to defuse the tension, "Well, better get ready for the mission. After I am done in the locker room, I'll probably go to the mess hall. I'm freaking hungry."
I stride out of the elevator, hearing the doors close behind me.
Once I enter the locker room, I see another Agent across the room on the benches. I recognise the Agent as Delaware, because of his distinctive helmet, and I give him a nod before sitting down on the other end of the line of benches. I don't know if he saw me, but oh well.
Zeta disappeared as I walked into the locker room, but he suddenly appears again as he says, "Another Agent approaches, Oregon."
"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow under my helmet and looking at Zeta. "I don't see another Agent nearby, besides Delaware. Are you high or something, Zeta?"
Then, suddenly, another Agent miraculously appears in front of me. I am slightly startled, as he seems to come from nowhere, and I blink a few times under my helmet. Then I remember the talk about a new Agent who is very quiet, stealthy, unseen, etc. The name that was tagged to the conversation was Hawaii, if I remember right.
When the Agent greets me and extends a hand, I nod and shake his hand. "Yes, my name is Oregon. Nice to meet you. And you're Hawaii, I take it?"
My head nods sharply in his direction as he walks away. I turn to see him when he stands in in the doorway, and I nod my head again after he talks about Texas. Once he leaves, I relax from my respectful stance and shake my head.
"I can't believe he wants us to fight Texas. Texas, of all people!" I comment quietly, throwing my hands up in the air. My hands fall back to my sides as I continue, "We nearly just got our asses beat in by Maine a minute ago; I can only imagine what a match with Texas would be like." I shake my head, then watch Alaska as he talks to Illinois and I. Agreeing with him, I nod my head and say, "See ya there." I give Alaska his time to limp out of the room with Pinatubo weighing on him, then I walk out myself.
As I make my way to the elevator, I call for Zeta. He appears in his usual spot at my shoulder, looking at me.
"Yes, Oregon?"
"Do you know anymore about the mission? Any details that the Director didn't tell us?"
Zeta pauses for a moment, and I glance at him as I open the elevator and step in. As the door closes and we start to go down, Zeta continues. "What you know is all I know. The Direction doesn't seem to be sharing much info with rest of the ship. Well," Zeta continues with an innocent looking shrug, "I don't know what the Alpha knows about it, but us A.I. can't seem to know where he is, or what he knows."
When Zeta mentions the Alpha, I can feel wonder emit from him in waves. And longing. I groan, then put my visor in my hand.
"God, Zeta, please shut up about that," I say in a very annoyed voice. "I know you all love your Alpha, but you A.I. always talking about it is so damn annoying. And it gives me a headache. Just stop, please."
Zeta looks down and away from me for a moment, then says quietly, "Sorry, Holly. He's important to us, that's all. We just don't realise how annoying that is to you guys."
I look at the little hologram floating in the air, acting so much like a human himself, and I can't help but feel sorry for snapping at him. From what I can tell, the Alpha is like their father figure. I guess they can't help but wonder about him. But, come on. Leave it be.
"I know, Zeta," I say quietly in return, my voice in a softer tone. "I understand. Just don't talk about it a lot around me, alright?"
Zeta just nods, then lifts his head and looks at me. As he does, the door to the elevator opens up. The hallway beyond stretches out before us.
I shrug, trying to defuse the tension, "Well, better get ready for the mission. After I am done in the locker room, I'll probably go to the mess hall. I'm freaking hungry."
I stride out of the elevator, hearing the doors close behind me.
Once I enter the locker room, I see another Agent across the room on the benches. I recognise the Agent as Delaware, because of his distinctive helmet, and I give him a nod before sitting down on the other end of the line of benches. I don't know if he saw me, but oh well.
Zeta disappeared as I walked into the locker room, but he suddenly appears again as he says, "Another Agent approaches, Oregon."
"What?" I ask, raising an eyebrow under my helmet and looking at Zeta. "I don't see another Agent nearby, besides Delaware. Are you high or something, Zeta?"
Then, suddenly, another Agent miraculously appears in front of me. I am slightly startled, as he seems to come from nowhere, and I blink a few times under my helmet. Then I remember the talk about a new Agent who is very quiet, stealthy, unseen, etc. The name that was tagged to the conversation was Hawaii, if I remember right.
When the Agent greets me and extends a hand, I nod and shake his hand. "Yes, my name is Oregon. Nice to meet you. And you're Hawaii, I take it?"