Fandom Project Freelancer: Through The Ranks

[Grammatic]

Jumping behind one of the large pillars, Alaska quickly reloads his sniper rifle. Bullets fly around him, chipping away at his cover as well as the floor. In the training room, if you switched the safety off, it got a lot more fun. Peeking his head over the side briefly, Alaska took in the five rotating gun positions. Locked to tracks, they elevated and descended, rotated and turned in constantly randomized patterns, firing endless streams of bullets at his position. Appearing in a flash of light next to his helmet, Eta had a holographic imager floating round his head.


"Turrets firing rate analyzed. And... formula used for randomizing turret path cracked. Uploading trajectories to your hud." Taking a deep breath, Alaska quickly sprinted across the floor and rolled, bringing up his rifle. In the air around the turrets, purple targets suddenly appeared, followed by flashing numbers. Firing five shots in rapid succession, each turret exploded in a shower of sparks, hitting the floor. Standing up from where he crouched, Alaska unloaded the clip in his weapon. Depositing it and the standard rifle on a table that rose in the middle of the floor, he turned to leave as F.I.L.S.S. began to speak.


"Round complete. With a .9 percent improvement over last time, agent Alaska. Shall I run the scenario again?" Walking out, he shook his head. "No thank you, I'm done for today."


Walking out of the training room, Alaska turned and walked down the hallway, quickly ascending the steps to the observation platform above the training room. Seeing no one else inside, he moved to one of the tables, pulling out a chair and removing his helmet, before sitting down. Leaning back, he propped his feet up on the table, and closed his eyes to relax. Unless someone else came in here, which was unlikely, he would have the room to himself for awhile.

 

[TheOnlyCatbug]

''Well, Omicron said that New Mexico and I" "Newmex!" "... ok, were set up to go on a mission tomorrow, I'll see you all later. I'm heading for my bunk to rest up before we go."


"Oh come on!" 'That's not fair! She can't say that! Oh, it says director's orders. *Fart noise*'


Hawaii went to her bunk, she needed to rest for a while. She took off her top armor and laid down on her bed. She began sleeping, wondering if anyone else would interrupt her, go into her bunk, and see her without her armor on. 'I'm safe, don't worry about it. Omicron, you can shut down now.' 'I will see you at a later time. You might want to take in consideration that you're room is very close to other bunks and you didn't put any warning that said that this was your room. You need to do that, otherwise your insecurities will be in effect on accident.' 'Tomorrow, ok.'

 

[VirtualUnity]

As Nathaniel listened in on the Strategy towards the Plan he spoke up. "So, N.Y. will take care of any Insurrectionist Officials. While Virginia, Wyoming, Arizona and me Handle the Explosives. If what Arizona says is True, That they may have some Experimental Tech, N.Y. may need back up." Nathaniel said as Xi appeared. "We might only Need Three Individuals to Plant the Explosives, I've researched the Specs of Said ship and well... It has Three M4093 Hyperion Nuclear delivery system, all we need to do is Plant the explosives on those and we should be good." Xi suggested as Nathaniel started to think. "Wait, Arizona isn't your Armor Enhancement Active Camouflage? you should help N.Y. take care of any Insurrectionist Officials." Nathaniel said as he waited for their reply.





@Kibitzer

 

[Alecto]

Arizona

Location: Mess Hall


Interacting with: Nevada, New York, Virginia & Wyoming (@VirtualNotoriety & @Dr Dovahkiin Church)
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Upsilon flickered beside her head, casting a blue glow on the right side of her face as Arizona listened to the other agents. When Nevada addressed her, she was quick to respond, "Yes, it is and alright." She paused to consider her teammates. "Then we're all in agreement that we'll have three setters and two runners? Maybe two backups, but we can settle that later on when we have to report to the rec room."


Leaning forward in her seat, meal now completely forgotten, hunger set aside for later, Arizona clasped her fingers together under her chin. "If we're all set with that, the plan is easy then. We get into Firekill IV. You three will set up the explosives on the nuclear weapons, while Agent New York and I take care of the officials - and we can also leave behind a few smaller explosives along the way too."


"And once everything is set, detonate as we leave." As she finished, Arizona unblinkingly met their gazes, waiting for their response as Upsilon hovered oer her shoulder like a sentinel. It didn't seem as if she stepped on any chain of command.

 

[VirtualUnity]

"I'm ok with that." Nathaniel said.


(That's all I can really think he'd say )

 

[DarthCaesar]

Wyern-


Wyern grumbled something about team freedom, but be did not protest out loud. Yorky cocked his fingers and said, "Pkay-dokey!"

 

[DarthCaesar]

(Anyone wanna talk about something? I'm reeeeaaaaaaalllly bored.)

 

[Alecto]

Arizona

Location: Mess Hall


Interacting with: Nevada, New York, Virginia & Wyoming (@VirtualNotoriety & @Dr Dovahkiin Church)
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A smile pulling at her lips, Arizona clasped her hands together in front of her, "With that set, we should report to the Counsellor and Director and have a backup team at the ready." Then she tilted her head, "When do we leave?"


Upsilon gave her a mental nudge before its wisp pointedly looked down. Arizona followed its gaze. Oh. You should finish eating before you jump off to a mission. You haven't had anything but protein bars and MREs for five days, not counting the three bites you've had today. It totally counts. I'm going to report you. Boo.


Straightening up in her seat, she pointedly looked at Upsilon as she took a bite. Happy? Not until you have a few more bites. She rolled her eyes at it and began to eat with a steady pace as she waited for a response.

 

[VirtualUnity]

(Don't start the mission without me[be back in a few 10 hours not sure])

 

[DarthCaesar]

Yorky-


"I think we leave 15:00," Yorky said.

 

[Grammatic]

Sitting on his bunk, Alaska quietly cleaned and maintained his weapon. Customized heavily and modified on suggestions by Eta, the rifle barely resembled the standard issue UNSC frame it came from. Finishing his work, he began to stand up when Eta appeared in front of him.


"You cannot ignore this anymore, Alaska." Glaring at Eta, Alaska grunted, turning his head away and laying back down on the bunk. He needed time to think. Ever since his last mission, Eta had been acting weird, and he had finally figured out why.


He wished he hadn't.

 

[DarthCaesar]

(Is it bdcause of the leaderboard?)

 

[Grammatic]

(No, Alaska and Eta don't care about the leaderboard. I'm trying to set something else up.)

 

[TheOnlyCatbug]

Newmex & Lambda


Location: Hallways


Interacting with: Eachother


Doing: Going to rest


As Newmex was walking to his bunk, he noticed a leaderboard on a hologram. He noticed he was second. 'Hey, look at that. We can be on top of the place if we do this right.' 'And the mission seems pretty cool. Weapons for us and nothing for them, sounds like a fair deal.'


He went in his bunk and took off all of his armor for once. He laid down and went to sleep, it was hard with Lambda telling him what to do when they go on the mission.

 

[Grammatic]

Sitting on his bunk, Alaska quietly tossed a ball into the air above him, catching as it came down, and throwing it again. In his head, Eta was running scenarios and calculations, probabilities and likelihoods. He hated to remain inactive for any amount of time. That was why they often spent months in the field at a time, to keep Eta busy. Alaska didn't mind it, most days, but sometimes, it drove him slightly insane.


Sitting up suddenly in the bed, he flipped his feet over the side of the bed and quickly stood up. Pulling his helmet on where it lay next to his bunk, he quickly exited his sleeping quarters, heading towards the command room.


He needed a mission.

 

[DarthCaesar]

Yorky-


As everyone on the mission continued eating, Yorku checked the time and saw it was go time.


"Okay, Rosie's, it's go time! Let's move!"


He got up and headed towards the hangar bays.

 

[Grammatic]

Standing in the observation deck over the hangar, Alaska watched as the deployment team was preparing to go. Standing with his arms crossed, he drummed his fingers along the side of his armor, trying to relax. In the back of his mind, he felt Eta's silence, a presence the other Freelancers would never understand. Raising his hand to his helmet, he briefly rested it there, before closing it into a fist. The technicians around Alaska looked at him nervously, not used to having a agent near them.


Turning away, Alaska walked down the short ramp to the hallway outside. Heading towards the training room, he began rolling his shoulders to get ready.

 

[DarthCaesar]

Yorky-


"Seven-Two-Eighter, we go, bro?" Yorky called to their pilot as he entered the hanger bay.


(I'm just gonna wait for everybody now. Who wants to write scenarios?)

 

[Grammatic]

Since im not on mission, I could probably do it.

 

[TheOnlyCatbug]

(Someone else go on the last mission!!!! MwaHhhhh)

 

[Grammatic]

Could be fun, can Alaska by yall's third?

 

[VirtualUnity]

Mission: #1


Agent/s: Nevada & Virginia


Location: Mess Hall »»» Hanger Bay


Interaction: None at the Moment

As Nathaniel headed back to the Locker Room Sarah headed straight towards the Hanger Bay, walking towards the Hanger Bay Psi appeared beside her. "Sarah? who was that person? Agent Nevada?" Psi asked Sarah. "Agent Nevada... No one you really need to know." Sarah said as they entered the Hanger Bay. "Hey York! where's the others?" Sarah shouted as she approached the Agent.


Nathaniel was heading back to the Hanger Bay with his Armor he saw Virginia and N.Y. "Hey guys. Where's Wyoming and Arizona?" Nathaniel asked as Xi appeared. "I believe the two are still in the Mess Hall." Xi said as Nathaniel walked towards them.

 

[Dagger]

Location: Locker Room


Interacting with: N/A


Minor Mentions of: @Dr Dovahkiin Church @VirtualNotoriety @TheOnlyCatbug @ArisenMoon

"New York, New Mexico, Nevada.. Is it too much to ask for to meet people with normal fucking names? Wonder if they are all idiots like that one prick, Alaska.."


-The Freelancer was cut short by a sudden gray and blue shimmer appearing above his shoulder. Felix didn't even spare a glance as it manifested into that of a spartan like hologram. The two both seemed focused on the same screen located on the back wall of the locker room. Displaying a leaderboard for everyone to see whether they wanted to or not. Felix removed his helmet as Tau spoke.-




"Coming from a man who was given the code name Michigan."




-The AI stated sarcastically. This was Tau's only attempt at a "joke" since his time with Felix and it didn't seem to go over well. It was only met with a low growl from the freelancer as he turned his back to the board. Having had it with Tau's constant need to commentate over everything; he was just about to pull him before a Tau caught his attention once again.-




"From the looks of it, these 'idiots' are fairing better than you, Felix. The leaderboard doesn't lie, #7. If that is even your rank come tomorrow morning.. You're letting them take what should be yours. The rankings, authority, money, and power."




-Michigan's head would turn sharply towards Tau. If one could see his face through his visor they'd be met with what could possibly be the most agitated look imaginable. The agent hated every word that his AI had spewed out at him. He wasn't letting them do anything. It was simply said to him that he'd have to wait a certain time period after implantation before going to the field. Felix didn't care much about this, but he didn't want to die because of Tau's unwillingness to cooperate.-




"Without that how do you expect to become better than L--"




-Tau suddenly disappeared from view as a click filled the room. As an agitated sigh escaped his lips, in his hands was the very chip that held Tau's very existence. Half tempted to crush the damned thing in his hand, he slid it into a side compartment on his upper thigh. Placing his helmet back over his head, Michigan moved towards his open locker. Protocol stated that all weaponry must stay confined within the armory or training room, but this rule had "slipped" Felix's mind as he gripped the combat knife and sharpening stick that had been hidden away in his locker before shutting it. -




"I'm already better than the bastard."




-Felix muttered under his breath as he sat down on the bench in front of the lockers. Carefully running the knife across the sharpening stick. Using this as a method of clearing his mind before any more shit came his direction.-
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[DarthCaesar]

Wyern-


Wyern hurries into the hall and got into the Pelican.

 

[Alecto]

Arizona

Location: Mess Hall >> Locker Room >> Hangar Bay


Interacting with: Nevada, New York, Virginia & Wyoming (@VirtualNotoriety & @Dr Dovahkiin Church) - and very briefly, Michigan (@Dagger)
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Finishing her food as Upsilon flickered out of view, Arizona quickly stood up and made her way to the kicthens, delivering her tray with a tight smile towards the kitchen staff. Quickly marching down to the locker room, she waved away the Freelancer staff when they saluted her.


She had expected the locker room to be empty as her teammates were already in the hangar bay and the others were either out in missions or just hanging around the MoI, so when she saw an agent on one of the benches, she froze in her steps, "Oh. Hello." Upsilon was quick to dish out the agent's file to her. Michigan. Tau. Greed. Hard Light Shield. Hurriedly, she introduced herself as she made quick work of getting to her locker and changing into her suit. "I'm Arizona, and I'd stay and make small talk but I have a mission."


I'll have someone get your weapons for you and meet you to the hangar so you don't have to trip all over yourself trying to get there. Thank you.


Once she had the suit zipped up, she swiftly hooked on all the pieces of her armor, tucking her helmet underneath her arm. She was out of the locker room as fast as she got there, taking quick strides as she slid her helmet on. The familiar view of her HUD coming into view. Upsilon's icon quickly appeared on the left hand corner and began a quick upload of Firekill IV's blueprints, highlighting points of where the officials could possibly be and a path to them.


Halfway to the hangar, she met with one of the Freelancer soldier who was holding her weapons. Managing a quick thanks and quick gesture for a smile across her helmet, she strapped her sniper rifle to her back before sliding her knife into its compartment in her boot. She checked the amunnition on her pistol before sliding it into the holster strapped to her right thigh. Now completely geared up, she strode down to the hangar, shoulders tilted back, chin raised high, as she analysed the details of the ship they were about to destroy.


Upon seeing her teammates, Arizona quickly filed away the details for later and walked up to them, "Ready?" Upsilon's icon brightened as it registered the heat signals from the agents and classified them as friendly.


As I understand, this is your first team mission since your discharge. To prevent such events again, will you rather I lock your weapons or will you lock them yourself manually? The hidden jeer about the cause of her discharge made Arizona's eyes narrow. She ignored the jibe and focused on her teammates instead. Upsilon let out a snort-like sound and began to calibrate her weapons itself.