Hey, this is my first story... That I have written down. Shut up. I will post the first three chapter in three days, Today, tomorrow, and the day after. After that I will ATTEMPT to update once a week. Emphasis on attempt… Please enjoy and review. I swear I am better at writing stories then I am at author notes. Sort of. Constructive Criticism is preferred over you just telling me that I suck.
Disclaimer: Sometimes I like to pretend I own something worthwhile… but I don't :/ (Unless an X-Box counts...) RvB Characters all belong to Rooster Teeth, and sadly not me.
Volume One: Chapter One
Many years ago…
Cold weighed down on my body. My hand reached down to my side, and numb pain shot through me as my fingers pressed against the wound.
There was so much blood. Pooling around my waist, sinking into the soil, glinting on the grass. I wondered how long I would stay here until I died. Hopefully not long.
I was so alone.
I missed my family, Michael had always known how to make me laugh. But I also missed my friends. I squeezed my eyes shut, the events that had just happened playing over in my head.
I had reached toward him as the door descended. His eyes locked with mine. He lay on the ground, above him the sword glowing an eerie blue. I think I had screamed his name when the door hit the ground with a dull thump.
And I think that Jack had screamed my name as he was ripped apart with the ship.
Now it was quiet, this world holding its breath after the horrific events it had just witnessed. My mind was vacant, with no company, no help, no Jack.
I opened my eyes to take in this world on last time.
This world I didn't even know the name of.
This world that was soaking up my blood
But none of this mattered, as my eyes closed on the cloudless purple sky behind my cracked visor, and the blood and life drained out of me.
Agent Washington:
Carolina was too quiet since Epsilon had sacrificed himself. This was bad. In her silence I could feel the anger building up inside of her. She was ready to snap.
His absents was quickly noticed after the ship had been cleared of enemy soldiers. Tucker had not fared well, either.
A spark of pain ignited behind my eyes, my hands clenched on the civilian clothing I was packing into my bag.
At first we had just thought that he was resting after the battle. Or maybe he was just damaged. Maybe Tucker had only received some flesh wound that eventually made him pass out. Then Delta appeared. Apparently Epsilon had fragmented to help them through the battle.
I finished stuffing the last of my belongings into the bag. Pushing it of the cot, I lay down and close my eyes.
I was worried about Carolina's silence; this was almost as bad as when I had told her about York. Almost. I guess you get close to someone when they are living in your head, but I hadn't realized how much she had come to care for the A.I. I didn't know how to help her. With the other Freelancers I had had a relationship. I knew how to console her about their deaths. Epsilon, however, was a different story.
Another flash of pain shot through my head.
The others weren't holding up well either.
Tucker had stopped with his inappropriate jokes, and when he spoke his voice was dull. Luckily he had not suffered the same as I had when Epsilon fragmented while in my mind, but he I still had caught him wandering the halls during sleepless nights.
Caboose held a routine of leaving his room to eat, then returning. The Reds were not nearly as depressed at Epsilons destruction, but they did feel sad and left the Blues alone in their mourning. They all had grown a bond, even if it was small, it was still there.
I stayed neutral. I never trusted Epsilon enough to rebuild the bridge he had destroyed, along with my mind. I thought Epsilons sacrifice was the right thing for him to do. I did respect it. But his death was the only thing I could think about.
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my bed. He sacrificed himself. I grabbed my duffle and began the walk to where Kimble was waiting with the ship. Suddenly, yells and cheers filled my ears as I passed one of the rooms where celebrations for the liberation of Chorus were still taking place.
Their War was over.
I wonder what it feels like.
I had stopped to stare at them, striped of their armor, drinking excessively, dancing, smiling. When's the last time I had been that happy? That carefree?
I began walking again, feeling the familiar weight of my armor shift with me as I moved. I would probably die in this armor. I stopped again. I looked at the world around me, tinted yellow from the visor of my helmet. I didn't even notice it anymore. The weight of the armor, the tight under suit, the bullet wounds that scared my skin, the Helmet that changed the colors of the world. It was all the norm to me. I shook my head of these thoughts and continued to walk.
Why would an A.I sacrifice itself to save its friends? Can an A.I even have friends? Can an A.I feel enough emotion to create a bond like that?
I know the answer to that. Memories flashed through my mind, the yearning for a woman I had never actually met that had filled my thoughts for years. Epsilon had died, to me at least, years ago. So why was this all I thought about?
The ship was really only big enough to fit the Reds, Blues, Carolina and I. It was a gift from Chorus for everything we did for them. For everything we sacrificed for them.
From what I could tell it was only meant for living in, which meant no battles in space for us. As it came into my vision I saw a feminine figure outlined against the plain white of the ship. That would be Kimball, in her last attempt to make us stay.
I walked towards her. She stepped aside, and I stood next to her shuffling my feet awkwardly until she spoke. "You don't have to leave. You guys can stay; we are in need of leaders at the moment." She chucked awkwardly. I looked at her before shaking my head.
"No." I searched my mind for an acceptable excuse. They weren't good leaders? They were barley soldiers? "Staying here would be too painful for them." Yeah, that was it.
"How about you?" Me? I couldn't even think of leaving the reds and blues. They were all I had. Carolina and them. My family.
"I can't leave them." They need me! I think… I felt sorry for Kimball. She was alone, and I could tell that she needed someone to help her lead Chorus, but we were not the right place to look.
"Fine." She paused, and I noticed her posture straighten as she tried to recover some professionality. "We found these encrypted documents on the Charon ship." She handed me a flash drive. "In case you want to look into it. We can't help, Corus needs time to rebuild itself, but..." She stopped talking, but I knew what she was implying. But if you want revenge. I took it and closed my fingers around it.
We stood there uncomfortably until everyone else showed up, all of us ready to finally leave this planet. I looked behind us, Polomo, Bitters, Smith, and Jensen were all standing there, holding balloons and signs. I guess they came to say goodbye.
"Tucker! Tucker!" I winced at Polomo as he tried to catch Tuckers attention.
Tucker spun around, took out a hand gun and shot one of the bright red balloons Polomo was holding. "Shut the fuck up Polomo." Tucker said, then grabbed his bag and walked into the ship.
"You could have at least shot a blue balloon" Sarge mumbled, then followed him onto the ship, followed by Grif and Simmons. One by one the rest of us followed them.
Before we took off, I looked out one of the windows down on the 'elite team.' I allowed myself a smile. Chorus was going to be just fine.
I wish the same could be said for us.
Ok, so that's the end of chapter one. There will be more tomorrow. If you see any grammar or spelling mistakes point them out so I can fix them. My computers space bar doesn't work all the time, and that's the excuse I'm going with for any weird hybrid words.