Howdy all! been toying around with this idea and finally decided to sign up on here and share it for everyone else to read. This starts after the Tex vs Wyoming/York/Maine fight in season 9 but before the mission to retrieve the sarcophagus. I will be putting that mission into the story, however it is being postponed to a later date due to York's injury. Please review! I really want to try writing this to evolve around the characters, and I will deffinetly take any ideas you offer into consideration to be implemented in the plot. Thanks!
The Freelancers were enjoying a very rare occasion aboard The Mother of Invention. A day off. They were all relaxing in a large rec room specifically dedicated to the agents. Not a single one of them was wearing their armor, all enjoying the freedom from the restrictive suites. C.T. was sitting on a loveseat in pink pjs reading a beat up and ancient looking book. Wash and Maine were playing air hockey, with Maine constantly scaring Wash into jumping under the table for cover from the plastic disk. Carolina, York, North, South, and Tex were playing video games, yelling fiercely when one of the others would kill them. And Wyoming was sipping a cup of tea watching the madness of the five playing video games.
"Maine! Stop hitting the puck so hard! You're going to kill someone! Namely me!" Wash yelped in fear as the green thing flew over the table edge and embedded itself into a metal bulkhead. The large brute of a man let out a terrifying noise that sounded like the mix of a growl and a laugh. Wyoming looked over to the door, which kept sliding open as more and more marines ran by. "What are those lads up to?" He asked no one in particular. Carolina paused the game, causing the others playing to protest in annoyance, before she got up and grabbed one of the marines running through the hallway. "What the hell is going on?" She asked him angrily. She was actually enjoying a day off, and she was damned if the stupid marines were going to ruin the rare event. "New recruit is about to land in bay 7, coming from a Prowler class ship!" The man said excitedly. "Bay 7? As in THE bay 7? The off limits bay 7? The one Arizona and Alaska went into and were never heard from again?" Carolina asked. "Yes ma'am. The bay isn't off limits for now, so we are all going to see!" The marine said, before running back out. "What do you guys think? Want to go check it out?" She asked the others, who were all looking at her. "I'm in." York said. "Maybe we can find Alaska and Arizona!" Wash enthused. "That was months ago. If they got lost in a hanger bay for that long, I don't expect to find them." South grumbled. The group all got up and walked the halls to the hanger. They all looked at the metal door that would lead into the bay, trading looks with one another, before they walked up and entered the door. The catwalks around the walls were filled with excited chattering marines, and three pelican drop ships were gently landing in the large hanger.
"Well… this room is anticlimactic." York said. Along one side of the room was a bunch of scientific machinery, tables, and tools. The back ramp of one of the pelicans dropped down and out stepped a man in baggy blue jeans, combat boots, and a tight fitting black shirt. The agents all stared at this new man, who easily dwarfed even the brutish Maine in size by at least four inches. He looked young, but was ripped with muscles. He had obscenely pale white skin, with dark brown hair cut short and styled in messy spikes. "Scythe! Did they bring all the equipment from the Prowler?" He growled, looking over a data pad. A full sized hologram appeared in front of him, clad in black and red Fotus armor. "Yes, all equipment is accounted for." The AI sighed, crossing his arms. "Fine. So am I supposed to unload it all myself?" He asked, tossing the data pad onto a desk. "Unless you magically develop a way for me to become corporeal instead of digital, or the crowd up there gets ordered to help you, then yes you will be unloading alone." Scythe said, before disappearing. The man sighed and walked back into the pelican, and carried out a rather heavy looking crate. He didn't even seem to be struggling with the crate, which had all the Freelancers looking on in amazement. "Since you all seem so intent on being here, I suggest you all go and help him unload the pelicans." The southern drawl barked from behind the crowded marines, striking fear into their hearts. The freelancers all stood at attention side by side as the Director walked up, the Councilor in tow.
"Agents. Follow me. I would like to introduce you to our newest recruit." He said, before leading the group down to the hanger floor, where the large man was unloading another crate. "Kale?" The councilor said from behind him as the man was putting the crate down. "Yes, sir." He responded, turning around and standing at attention. "I'm the Councilor, and this is The Director. He is in charge of our program." Kale smirked at the nervousness that was heard in the dark skinned man's voice. "You are going to be assigned as agent Colorado. These will be your squad-mates, Agents North and South Dakota, Carolina, Washington, Wyoming, Connecticut, Texas, Maine, and New York." The Director drawled, indicating each of the members by their code names. "I look forward to working with you all. And working for you, Sir. So long as you uphold your end of the deal, I will mine." Kale said, his face showing his obvious pleasure as the Director's body obviously tensed in anger. "Don't you worry about that, Colorado. As you can see you have your own work bay right here. And all the other terms of the agreement will be upheld." The Director seethed, before leaving the room and the shocked freelancers. "You just- he didn't- What the hell is going on!?" Wash yelled in confusion. "Councilor, what just happened?" York asked, looking between the smug looking Kale and the door where the Director had just walked out. "It's… complicated." The Councilor said, before walking out after the director.
"Hey! Watch that crate! You drop that and so help me I'll make sure you end up in some shitty box canyon in the middle of B.F.N!" Kale yelled at one of the marines who had almost dropped a black and orange crate that was made of some weird metal. "What is all this stuff?" C.T. asked, looking at one of the crates. "Just some special stuff. You'll see. Eventually." Kale brushed off.
With the help of the marines, Kale's crates were quickly unloaded from the pelicans and stored throughout the bay. "So, what all were you up to before I so rudely interrupted your day? Obviously it was fun, since you are all in pjs and sweats." He said with a laugh as he grabbed a duffle bag with his personal items for his room. The freelancers all looked at themselves and the unprofessional state of their dress. "Sorry, we weren't informed you would be joining us until the last minute." C.T. said sheepishly. "Are you kidding me? Sweats always mean you're up to something good. Means the task was more interesting." He laughed, leading the way to the door. "We were having the rarest event of all. A day off." North said. "Awesome! Well does anyone mind giving me a quick tour of the ship before you all get back to that?" Kale questioned hopeful of not having to wander the ship aimlessly. "Sure! I'd be happy to." The one voice of the group everyone least expected to volunteer for the task, besides Maine, rang out. South gently pushed Kale forward into the hall and looked back at the astonished faces. "What? He's hot!" She mouthed to them before pushing Kale around a corner and out of sight. "Someone pinch me, I think I'm dreaming." Wash mumbled. He instantly wished he hadn't, because he was almost instantly pinched by the other seven. "OW! SON OF A BITCH!" He cursed. The eight of them returned to their abandoned tasks back in the rec room, all wondering what kind of insanity they would be in for with the addition of the mysterious Colorado to their ranks.
Thus ends chapter 1! Please review :p Will have the next chapter up sometime within the next 24 hours or so! Also, let me know which characters you would like to see the most interaction with one another and whatnot. and especially let me know which ones you want to get together!