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Not much to say about this really apart from that it takes place after Episode 7 of Reconstruction. Note that it exists as a kind of counterpart fic to Alpha of Omega, so if you read through one, I recomend reading through the other (shameless plug).
Disclaimer: Rooser Teeth owns Red vs. Blue
Unity
Personal Log: Agent Washington (Freelancer)
Access: Gray-1-Epsilon-Epsilon-50
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Sometimes, I look around and wonder how we got to this point. Even now, the aftershocks of the wars against the Covenant, their Alien spin-off and the Red vs. Blue War can be felt. If insanity is a force of its own in this universe, I suspect that's its bearing its will down on us, trying to get man to destroy himself through his own idiocies. The future is little changed from what it was more than eight hundred years ago. I'm sure that those of the previous millennium anticipated a golden age by this point in the future. Instead, we're merely in the same position that we were before.
Did we ever have a design for the future? Do we have one now? What will civilization look like 500 years from now? I know that the Red vs. Blue War is over apart from simulations for the sake of the 'real military'. But new players are already stepping up to the plate. South's treachery, the Meta representing the dark side of technology… I can't remember the last time I saw a redeeming feature of humanity in another individual, not even as a soldier. Ideally, I'd be able trust these two Blues with my life. As it is however, with one being retarded and the other on his way to insanity, I wouldn't trust them with my car keys.
Yes…even in the future we're using car keys. That's progress for you.
The weather's been good lately, a stark contrast to my own being. I can't fight human nature any more than I can fight the Meta alone. I can't fight a two-front war on my own, preventing Caboose from team killing Church (again apparently, however that works) and do battle against the perversion of technology with the other. I can appreciate the sword and shield analogy, but I'm confronted with two different issues. And Recovery Command expects me to be able to deal with both.
The term "experts" back at Valhalla…it was a bit too complementary.
Give me a clear cut situation and I can deal with it. The issue of the Meta however is hard to grasp. I wish I could rely on the claim that Command is analyzing the data on how to defeat it, but after all that's occurred in recent times, I don't know if I can rely on anyone. Am I becoming primeval in this regard? Apart from Delta, none of my comrades (and I use the term very loosely) are of any real use. So far however, I've only been able to find an excuse to get rid of South. I've never thought of myself being a shallow individual, but I won't deny the feeling of satisfaction that I received after removing the bitch from the world, both soul and body.
But the Meta remains, the…no, I may as wall call him "Maine" at this point in time. The two Blues…one's incapable of seeing the truth, the other well on his way to reaching that stage. Truth isn't always a casualty of war, this latest revelation being such an example. On the other hand, this isn't war. It's…it's…
…I don't know what this is anymore.
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