Well hello there everyone, BrambleStar here. I am very sorry, but to those of you who have read my other stories, this is not an update of The Changed Prophecy, but I have been writing it. More chapters coming soon. Work Experience and exams and stuff. This is my basic attempt at a Red Vs Blue story, cause I've been planning one for a while. It's gonna be some plot, some usual comedic gags. The Freelancers will be playing a quite heavy part in this, and not just the one's we all know and love!
Prepare to meet Squad 2 of Company Freelancer. These will be completely OC and if anyone has any ideas, I still only have around 8. Send em in and the best one gets their character featured. With a LOT of script.
This chapter aint gonna be particularly long cause I'm getting myself into writing it. It will follow the story of the Blood Gulch gang at an unspecified point in time, and will follow both Squad 1 and 2 from the beginning of their training, to the collapse of the project.
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Freelancer:
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And that is it! Fill out these easy steps and your OC may appear in this story. Although, I may have to change the state name if it collides with any of the existing OC's. May contain some pairings, but none of that slashy stuff. Mainly the established ones.
Well, that's the A/N over and done with. No advised author cause that's my other thing. Bit of a random question to ask you guys, but if you review, tell me if you can voice act. You'll know why soon enough.
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Vs Blue as I am not Rooster Teeth. And the ownership of Halo belongs equally to Bungie and 343.
Red Vs Blue: Resurgence
"A Beginning For All"
Hey there. My name is Leonard Church, though technically that's some other guy. Confused? Well, let me help you out. I am Epsilon, an AI which is a memory of another AI called Alpha, who was kind of a dick. He was based on the Director, who was ALSO kind of a dick. He ran a program called the Freelancer Program, where I came from. He ran these creepy experiments on his own soldiers and-"
"Yo Church! Hey Church!"
"... Anyyyway, so yeah. The Director had an AI and he split it into a bunch of smaller ones. I was the original before an EMP killed me. Then I sort of woke up in this new-"
"Chuuuurch! Hey Church!"
"ohmygodiswearimgonna- WHAT! WHAT IS IT! DO YOU HAVE TO COME AND YELL AT ME FOR EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN THING IN THIS CANYON!"
"Church! We need help! Wash is gonna kill Caboose!" Tucker yelled in desperation.
"I mean, I don't really care but if he kills Caboose, we get a new rookie, and I've spent so long training him. He can even spell our names correctly now!" Church considered this for a long moment. He weighed up his options. One one side, Caboose was annoying, a thorn in his side, annoying, stupid, annoying, obsessed with him (because CHURCH did that enough for both of them) and annoying. And on the other side, he was, well, Caboose! And then there was Wash, the possible psycho from Freelancer. Church made up his mind.
"Fine, fine. I'll go talk to Wash! God, can't a guy do anything in this canyon without someone coming to him? It's not a show of "Church'll fix it for ya! Christ!" He stormed across Valhalla in a very bad mood until he reached the base. When he reached the top floor, he saw the problem instantly.
"But mister Washingtub," Caboose was saying animatedly, "what is wrong? Why are you shaking?" It was true. Wash's hands were clenched into fists and he stared out at the canyon with his teeth gritted and his eyes closed as though praying.
"Caboose," he started in a way that showed he was trying not to shoot him, "leave. Me. Alone. Now!" Caboose turned to the door as it slid open and instantly forgot about Wash.
"Church! You're back! I-I would like to make you a muffin!" he decided and headed off to do just that! Washington put his helmet back on and turned to Church and when he spoke, it was full of relief.
"Epsilon, thanks for showing. I swear, I'm gonna kill him!" Church felt the usual flicker of anger at the name. He was Church now!
"You and me both!" he said. "AND, I'm CHURCH now!"
"What are they doing now?" asked Dexter Grif as he looked at his spying partner again.
"What?" said Richard Simmons as he stared distractedly through the scope of a sniper rifle. "Oh right, they're just standing there... and talking. That's all they do. That's all they EVER do! It's just stand there and talk." Grif looked unimpressed and complained again.
"I'm bored. There's nothing to do here! When's the next snack break?" Simmons sighed in frustration as he remembered the last snack break, which had been 5 minutes ago. Suddenly, a voice rang out in his ear, scaring him to death.
"Grif! Do I hear you complaining again? If I DO hear you complaining again, It'll be sit-ups for you when you get back to the base! Now get back to spying while I concoct a plan to both defeat the darn blues and sacrifice you in the most humiliating accidental-looking way I can possibly find! I'm sure my shotgun needs to come into it somewhere..."
"I would sacrifice Grif for you sir!" Simmons said enthusiastically down the mic.
"I know ya would Simmons, heh heh. Good man!" Sarge chuckled, before the channel went silent. Grif stood up and stared at Simmons, who stared back.
"Don't even say it Grif," began Simmons warningly but Grif, smirking, opened his mouth.
"You are SUCH," he began, leaning back to sit against the wall again, only to find that the wall wasn't there anymore! He had spun around slightly and was now facing down towards Blue Base.
"A kissa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! SIMMOOOOOOOONS!" screamed Grif as he fell. Simmons reached out but it was too late. Grif fell back with a loud scream and landed right in front of two very confused blue soldiers. Wash recovered quicker and pulled out his pistol, aiming it between Grif's blinking eyes, while Church hung back.
This was more of Wash's forte and besides, he wouldn't be able to shoot him anyway, his aim was so bad. Grif looked between them and for one of the first times in his life, wished that Sarge was there.
Simmons leaned over the cliff and watched as Grif was dragged inside the base by the two angry soldiers and let out a low groan, collapsing against the cliff, making sure it was behind him and not open air. He would have to radio Sarge. That wasn't what worried him.
It was the fact that Sarge would celebrate that worried him.
Time: Many Years Ago
Location: Freelancer Project; Earth
The mountain range had stood there for centuries. It was once called the Himalayas and was famed for its height. Now, it served a new purpose. You wouldn't guess by looking at the calm snowy peaks at what was inside. Indeed, the only clue that there was even something there at all was the huge pair of blast doors set into the tallest mountain, Everest. Behind these doors was the helipad and beyond that was the greatest military force training centre ever constructed. Extremely advanced, incredibly even, it was the top of the range. This, was the origin of Project Freelancer.
In a large circular room, filled with lights and with observation decks along the upper boundaries of the high walls, were the recruits. There were 49 of them in total, selected for their skills, their backgrounds, their records. These men and women came from every colony, every world. And they had been selected from thousands.
The thing was, they didn't remember coming here. They remembered a datapad arriving for them, with a mysterious offer and a requirement of a signature. Once signed, they were taken to see a Dr Leonard Church. Once there, a pre-prepared sedative had been injected into them before they could react. In some cases however, they did react, and that ended badly. Then, they woke up in the VIP pelican, with views of a snowstorm through the windows. Only now was it, as they stood in a line, with numbers printed on their military shirts, did they wonder what they had signed up for.
Then, the doors at one end of the large room opened, and two men stepped out. These were Dr Leonard Church and his adviser, known simply as the Councillor. As they approached, there were different reactions. Some people stood to attention, others simply folded their arms. Some even cracked their knuckles threateningly.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen," began Dr Church. He spoke in a southern drawl. "Welcome to Initiation Day! THIS," he gestured around, "is what you all signed up for!" There was a great deal of muttering from the line and the Councillor stepped forwards hurriedly.
"What the Director means to say, is that this is the program that you all signed the datapads for. This is a project like no other" This was technically a lie. The proposed SPARTAN-II program the government was funding was similar, but Freelancer was light years ahead.
"Thank you Councillor. This program was created to save humanity from certain destruction" the Director announced. The crowd rustled, interested now. "Humanity is expanding into the wide universe, and we will face threats from our wildest nightmares. You have been selected, the best of the best, to become our soldiers. You will be faster, stronger, smarter and better than anyone else this galaxy has ever seen! Welcome to Project Freelancer, ladies and gentlemen. The good Councillor will now take your details, and you shall receive your new identities"
The councillor stepped forward, a clipboard in hand. He passed down the line, slowly taking names and giving out new names, all states of America. A long-haired red-headed woman who stood at attention when the Councillor stepped up was named Carolina, while pair of blonde twins was named North and South Dakota. Fitting really.
The Councillor reached a young, spiky haired blonde man, who was also standing at attention.
"What is your name?" the Councillor enquired.
"David, sir" replied David.
"I see," said the Councillor, looking down at David's psyche profile and the Director's and his own personal notes. "And your last name?" As David stated his last name and received his new one, Washington, the Councillor turned to the next man, who was considerably bigger. His short bleached hair was wild and windswept, sticking in all directions like he had been standing in a hurricane. He got the new name of Maine and the list got shorter. Eventually, the last person on the list was complete a man who had received Florida.
There was one name missing and though many must have noticed it, they said nothing. They assumed that Texas was simply not going to be used. How very wrong they were.
"Very good," began the Director as he stepped in front of the soldiers. His soldiers now. "Initiation is complete. You will all be taken to your compartments, where datapads are waiting with all of the information you require about our program. Tomorrow, we shall evaluate your skills in a simulated deathmatch. Freelancers, you are dismissed"
The new Freelancers saluted and headed off. Tomorrow, the training begins. Tomorrow, the Freelancers battle!
That's a wrap people! What did you think for a first chapter. Grif's been captured, The Freelancers have been introduced to their new home and I provided some interesting facts about them. All appearances are based on the latest episode of Season 10, Episode 6. Even Wash's description is entirely accurate. Only Maine is different, as his head was kept in shadow the entire time and covered with Sigma. My description is how I've always imagined him.
Make sure to send in your Freelancers for Squad 2. You've already met one! Whoever gets it gets a shout out in the next chapter. Rate and Review
More Red Vs Blue goodness soon!
Adios,
BrambleStar14