(This is probably going to be really bad, but hey, I like it.
WARNING WARNING, THIS THING IS AT LEAST 75% SPOILERS, CURRENTLY JUST SPOILERS UP TO EPISODE 4 OF SEASON TWELVE. Okay, sorry, you can continue now.)
(Edit: I'm going back and putting in swears, because when i started this, i cared about not swearing, sorry if it looks weird in later chapters)
Beck was late for her Psychology class, she'd gotten out of her self defense class a bit too late to do much more than put on a bit of body spray. She left the gym building and began going at a half-run to her class on the other side of campus. The girl with short brown hair began unwrapping the wraps she had put on for her class and ran through her mental checklist. 'So after psyche, gotta pick up Max, still need to finish my English paper, new episode of rvb today, gotta finish next chapter of that fic,' She continued through the list and put the wraps into her bag, she noted it was rather nice out, the sun was shining, a good start to June.
By the time Beck reached the building her next class was in, she was done with her checklist began thinking over what she had to do for Psychology. This was cut short when her foot never reached the bottom of the stairs, was never able to even enter the building, and instead fell into a gold colored void.
Beck didn't like the falling sensation, her stomach jumped around as she fell for at least a minute. Thankfully it felt she was slowing down, though it didn't stifle the panic she was feeling.
Then darkness.
The feeling of falling turned into feeling like she was being shoved, the light came back for a brief moment, but it was a harsh white instead of the soft gold. Grass hit under her feet and she lurched to the side, her head buzzed loudly and she was weighed down oddly. This combination made Beck stumble and fall face first into the ground. Her thoughts were scrambled, so she focused on making cohesive lines of thought. 'Well, that wasn't very fun. Maybe, things would be okay if I just close my eyes' That seemed like a nice idea, 'Just sleep for a while, ignore those voices coming towards you. They sound friendly.'
Through her visor she could see the grass, a few bugs crawled through it, out of the corner of her eye she could see brightly colored figures running toward her. She allowed her eyes to slip closed 'Nothing important going on anyways, probably just another weird dream.' One more moment of clarity before she drifted off, 'Why do I have a helmet?'
She didn't dream, so she probably wasn't out all that long. Beck did wake up in a panic though. She kept her eyes closed and gathered what she could, 'Bed, not under covers just set on top, not hearing anyone in the room, possibly some voices down the hall. What am I even wearing right now.' She allowed herself to open her eyes; if it was what she thought it was, no one would see her open them. Beck was rewarded with a concrete ceiling and a display screen projecting the time. Sitting up only made her mildly dizzy, 'The buzzing's louder now', and she looked down at her body. 'That answers that. Why in the name of sanity am I in Halo armor?'. She did a quick glance over herself, primary was a sort of sunset orange, secondary a stormy blue.
It would make sense she would have weapons to match, and she retrieved five different knives and two guns. 'Why. Why would someone put me in a bed, fully armored, loaded up on weapons, then just leave? Sure, they're probably just right outside, but still, this wasn't well thought out.' Beck then took inventory of the room. It was a fairly small concrete room filled with tools, ammo, extension cords, oil, and similar such things, all shoved aside to fit in the bed. Pipes were visible going along the ceiling and trough the walls. 'Did they put me in the fricken closet?' It looked like it.
Beck threw her legs over the side of the bed and made herself stand up. It was odd getting used to the new weight of the armor, she began moving her arms around to try and get used to it. 'I've got to get out of this place, my dreams are rarely this vivid.'
The door began to open, and in a moment of quick thinking Beck dove behind the bed. She heard a few footsteps, then they stopped. She tried to press herself as close to the corner between the wall and the bed as possible. The footsteps picked up again and Beck knew there was no chance whoever it was would just pass her by so she shifted to the balls of her feet, grabbed the closest extension cord and prepared to spring. She glanced up at the ceiling and spotted a pipe going from wall to wall. 'Perfect'
Beck only had part of a plan, this plan was fairly simple; tackle whoever it was, not get shot, tie them up somehow, find out what's going on, run for it. The moment the figure came into view, Beck launched herself at them. The buzzing still in her head seemed to sync with the buzzing of her own mind once she attacked. The maroon figure tried to lift his gun to defend himself, but Beck twisted it out of his hands with one of her hands while she brought the cord around his wrists with the other. She finished tying the cord around his wrists then kicked his legs out from under him so he couldn't try and kick her. The remaining long loop of cord was thrown over the pipe Beck had spotted and she pulled at it, therefore tightening the knot, moving his hands above his head, and pulling him back to his feet. 'So the armor's probably enhancing my strength, no way I could've pulled that off on my own.'
Beck remembered the knives, 'Intimidation's a nice tactic, right?' and she pulled out one of them and held it to the maroon soldier's neck. 'I assume he's a soldier anyways, although, that maroon looks kinda like...' He tensed and let out a small "eep"
"Okay" Beck almost jumped at her own voice, it had a voice filter that was deepening it to an acceptable male's tone. She decided to just roll with it. "Now I'm going to ask nicely, where am I and who are you"
"Please don't hurt me" Beck knew that voice. 'I should've seen this coming. I'm so dumb.' Her heart rate sped as her brain began trying to puzzle it out. She had to check though, there was too much that could go wrong.
"I won't, much." Beck decided on the safer option. "What's your name?"
"Um- I'm, uh Private Dick Simmons" Beck stomped her foot in frustration. 'I should have known, I should have known I should ha- but wait, when?' She could think of one way to find out if it was season one or not.
"Take off your helmet"
"Wait- What? Why?"
"Just- I need to check something, okay?"
"I can't take it off, you take it off, my hands are too busy being held in the air by a maniac!"
"Shut up, I'm not crazy, I swear." She switched the knife to the cord hand and began feeling around where she thought the release switch for the helmet should be.
"What are you doing?" She realized that it probably looked like she was stroking his jaw, not really helping the whole "I'm not crazy thing".
"Trying to find out how to get this helmet off"
"You don't know how to get a helmet off? That's one of the first things they teach you-"
"Hey, I know some other stuff you'd probably kill to know, Simmons. Make this helmet stuff look like child's pla-" A knock at the door. Beck switched the knife back to her free hand.
"Hey, Simmons, Sarge wants to know if that guy's awake yet" 'Grif.' Beck looked back at the sim-soldier she was holding at knifepoint and nodded her head in what was believed to be "Get him away".
"Oh, um, no, no, everything's fine, nothing to worry about" Beck rolled her eyes and moved so that she slipped the cord loop through her elbow and she was behind Simmons, the knife visible against his throat. The door inevitably opened and an orange armored sim-soldier was standing in the doorway, looking upon the scene. The door shut behind him.
"Well you could've said you were busy, I never took you for the kind of guy to be into this sort of thing, but okay-"
"What! I- no! He's-" Beck cut him off. She re-adjusted the knife so it caught Grif's attention.
"Stuff it. You, orange, take off the helmet,"
"Why woul-"
"Just do it. I need to see something"
"Fine, fine" He grumbled as he clicked a clasp along the neck, Beck noted where, and pulled the helmet off his head. For the most part he had light brown skin and dark brown hair. However along the left side of his face he had patched on light freckly skin and a small patch of red hair.. His eyes were also mismatched, the lighter side having a green eye, the darker having a nice brown The wheels began turning in Beck's head again.
"There, happy?" She was, but the happiness was being pushed down to make room for her questioning the various possibilities. 'I can fix things, if I find out when I am I could save them so much trouble.'
"Sort of, I just don't have as blank of a slate as I though I did."
"Okay..." Grif started backing towards the door. "I'll let Sarge know you're up then" Panic flared inside Beck, and she sheathed the knife. She then jumped toward him, moved his gun away from them and she hit the back of his head against a wall really hard.
"Grif!"
"He'll be fine, doesn't he get shot on a daily basis or something?" Beck dragged said soldier over to Simmons. She then looped the cord around Grif's neck, with enough slack that as long as it wasn't pulled on, he'd be fine.
"Don't put your hands down" Beck did a once-over of the room, figured she'd gotten everything she'd had and left.
"Wait, you can't just leave us her-" The door closed in between them and she could hear his, now muffled, protests. As she began running through the halls of the base, Beck began re-running season two through her head. 'What was that one episode, "Aftermath before biology"? it's after that, for sure. But how fa-' 'You recognized those Simulation soldiers quite quickly. It appears you haven't been entirely truthful then.' Beck stopped dead in her tracks, despite being able to see the exit now. She knew that voice too, and it didn't exactly comfort her. It was the voice of the AI who'd driven Maine insane. 'Did I now?' Beck started screaming, the buzzing was now recognizable as resonating with Sigma's voice, she didn't want to get her brain scrubbed. He was in her head. Out of all of them, why him. She kept screaming and was vaguely aware that a red and pink soldier were now running down the hall toward her.
Beck's gloved fingers scrabbled along the bottom of her helmet until she found the clasp. The buzzing cut off as soon as she pulled the helmet off, but a heavy dizziness followed. She flung the helmet with as much force as her, now shaking, limbs could muster. 'Why is he there, where did he come from, have i been here long, how did he get into my armor, why did it have to be him,' She then tried to break past the two sim-soldiers that had circled around to block her path.
"Now listen here... Missy? You are a lady right?" Beck wasn't listening, she was trying to push past, put as much distance between her and the ambition AI as possible.
"Move, I- I gotta, leave" She tried to push either one of them out of the way, if she could just make it out of here, she'd be fine. 'Would it really make that much of a difference though? What will I do? How would that help?' Beck stepped back away from them and sat down against the wall, she didn't trust her legs all that much. She put her knees to her chest and rested her head against her knees.
She realized she'd been tuning out the red soldier. She turned to look at him. The pink one, Donut, was walking down the hall, probably going to find out what happened to his friends.
"I said, you're not a psychotic nutter are you?"
"I'm not. I'm just a little- Just scared." Beck was willing herself to not cry, she was so confused.
"Are you sure? All that yelling like that suggests otherwise"
"I'm fine Sarge, just- give me a chance okay. I can fix- I can help out with a lot of stuff okay." Her head was still spinning, 'I'd like to get off the ride now'. She was actually really tired, maybe it would help with the dizziness. 'They wouldn't mind if I took a quick nap would they? No, it's fine'. Before she closed her eyes yet again, Beck saw Donut walking back with Grif and Simmons trailing behind him. She saw Simmons stoop down to pick up the helmet, then she went to sleep.