Prologue
To the Captain of the Elysium ;
If you are receiving this message, it means that I have failed on Chorus, and would like to initiate a post failure fall back. Aboard your ship I have had a decommissioned group of Special Forces soldiers, much like they're counterparts of Project Freelancer aboard The Mother of Invention, and I would like to put them back into action. Seeing as you are viewing this I will not be able to debrief in person or in live time, so I have prepared an attached recorded debrief of the mission they will be assigned. To my understanding they have been in Cryogeneic stasis since the break down of Project Freelancer, so they should have no knowledge of the message sent out by the Reds and the Blue and the people of Chorus. I have set aside the payment and have sent an attachment for you to contact a confidant of mine for you to procure your pay to see this through.
I want these supposed heroes to pay, and I want them to do it at the hands of something I feel they have gotten comfortable forgetting.
Best of luck. Do not fail me.
Chairman Hargrove.
A red light flashed through the cryo-pod chambers of the Elysium, a feminine computer voice echoed the warning of the inevitable reawakening of those set in a frozen slumber for many years.
The ice pulled away in spider-web cracks and steady breaths fogged the glass. 10 pod doors released and the hiss of the frigid air hit the room temperature air and created a floating, eerie mist about the chamber.
"Pods released. Passengers, you have just awoken from a cryogenetic stasis. You will be tired. Exit your pods slowly. You will start to regain normal bodily functions within half an hour to forty-five minutes. Do not over exert yourself for that time duration. Waking duration may vary from passenger to passenger..." the voice boomed. It played on repeat.
It was abruptly cut off by a clearing of someone's throat.
"Agents Nevada, Alabama, Arizona, Montana, Oklahoma, Oregon, Ohio, Missouri, Kansas, and Illinois, good morning. Welcome back to service." The man over the loud speaker announced. "Once you all have acclimated back to being awake again, I have a mission debrief waiting for you in the Captain's quarters. You will find all of your belongings in your lockers where you have left them. I hope you will have no qualms with being reacquainted with them so soon. I look forward to seeing you soon." the click severed the announcement in the chambers. A few of the agents already started exiting the pods and rejoining members of their crew, discussing the weird sensation of waking from cryo.
A young woman with copper colored hair fixed her gaze forward and was blinking rapidly, attempting to readjust her vision.
"You OK Nevada?" A blue eyed man with dirty blonde hair and still relatively tan skin despite the cold leaned over the pod.
"Just getting readjusted. Lambda and Psi are an excitable pair." The woman, Nevada, answered. "I assume Upsilon is also coming back online and dying for your attention." She added smirking as she rubbed her eyes and reached to exit the pod, clumsily floating out not realizing the gravity was not engaged. The man shrugged as he grabbed Nevada's arm and pulled her towards him, avoiding incredibly close contact. "C'mon Arizona, Upsilon not bothering you?"
"He never shut down during the cryo. He's just excited I can actually respond now." He chuckled.
"Lambda and Psi are itching to get some use here soon, I want to see what our mission is, since they didn't disclose it to us before we went under." Nevada answered.
"Hey Love birds!" Two guys called to the pair lingering at the pod. Nevada and Arizona both turned their attention to the comrade.
"What Alabama?" They asked in the same bored unison.
"We can't do anything without our fearless leader if she's too busy trying to catch up flirting with you Arizona! C'mon get her pretty ass in gear!" Alabama taunted. Nevada smirked.
"This fearless leader is gonna kick your sorry ass in the next training round for that comment. C'mon Arizona, let's get a move on." Nevada tried to propel off from him and realized her limbs weren't too ready to move yet and Arizona caught her.
"I got you 'fearless leader'. Always like you, not thinking of yourself but your team trying to rush shit." Arizona propelled forward with his arm over her waist. Nevada rolled her eyes.
"Fiiiine." she groaned.
A pair of eyes was watching intently down into a small canyon, known as Crash site Bravo to most who inhabited it or passed through it on a regular basis, with nothing but thoughts of vengeance on his mind.
How could these guys have beaten him? It all happened so fast, and the fall was the second most terrifying thing he could have conjured for his supposed end.
The first one being at the hands of one particular individual he was always in close proximity to.
He was determined to not speak too much this time, or to even take his time executing a plan to get back at the reds and blues.
He was going to make sure that they all had a proper end. A soldier's end. Especially for those annoying freelancers.
On the second thought, he might make them suffer. Who knows, it just depends on the mood he gets in by the time he finally has a trigger to pull and blow their fucking brains out.
All he could wonder at this moment watching them letting his blood boil under his armor was…
"If they are working together, why do they have separate bases?"
A/N. This is the first fic I have honestly worked on in a long time, I've had a long break from this because of work/school and I'm hoping to keep myself sane writing this new fanfiction. I recently finished binge watching all the seasons of RvB up to Season 13 and the mini series, and I felt rather inspired to push this through. Please let me know what you think of it, I have a lot already outline and I can't wait to publish more of it.
-Sahara