Last thing Agent Connecticut remembered was dying in the hands of her lover and knowing the fact she had done something good.
Last thing she expected was to wake up on some distant planet patched up and ready to go.
At first, she thought this was some kind of post-death hallucination. As if there was some kind of paradise she put herself in to make her passing easier. As far as she could tell, however, it was all real. The problem was that she refused to believe it was real. She had died. She remembered dying and all the pain that came with it. Being alive just seemed…impossible.
First thing she saw waking up was a flashing red light. To the eyes, it was almost blinding, but it was a quickly amended problem as the top half of the pod shot up and out, away from the small crater she had created in her supposed crash landing. Her armor was stiff like the rest of her body, indents and scratches from her encounter with Tex and Carolina. If it was anything, she felt sore and sitting up probably wasn't the best idea at the moment. Of course, neither was sitting there to die in the desert land she had gotten stuck on. So Connie sat up and, as predicted, immediately regretted it. She couldn't find any place to get sick in, so she leaned over the side and hurled up whatever had remained sour in her stomach for all these…how long had it been? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? She couldn't tell, and honestly, she didn't exactly want to know.
The stench of bile made her cringe, the taste still lingering a bit on her tongue. Slowly, she sat up a bit more, now resting on her knees, and wobbled as she stood up for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Holding onto the sides of the single-person pod, she pushed herself up and out of it, both feet unstably landing on the sand and causing her to slip a bit. After regaining her balance once again, she turned to look at her surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but sand and dust and ruin. This was unfortunate for the former Freelancer, causing her to sigh in frustration.
During her frustration, she had conflicting ideas of how to proceed with her current situation. She could either sit back and wait for somebody to come and get her (the most unlikely of situations), search the escape pod for anything helpful, or take her chances in the nature and hope that there was some kind of civilization on this planet. That decision was easily made and once her head stopped spinning, she leaned back into the pod, looking for anything. She would need as much she could get if the weather here was going to be in comparison of what she would find for the next few days.
There wasn't much to find in that escape pod. It must have previously been used as a medical pod, to her benefit. There were a few first aid kits, a canteen about half full of water and a few scraped-up rations. At least the Insurrectionists weren't exactly thorough when it came to cleaning out things like this. Her tomahawk and helmet were nowhere to be seen, though, so that was a bit of a downer. In fact, there wasn't any kind of weapon in her pod; not even something that could be combined with a few other things to make a weapon. Deciding to not waste any more energy looking for more things that were hiding in nooks and crannies, she took what she could in a pack, zipped it closed, and threw it over her back, heading out into the sands of an unknown planet.
Little helped the blistering heat radiating onto her face and into her armor. Normally, or at least, when it functioned, it was able to ventilate and cool herself in intense heat. She trudged along, slowly starting to believe that taking the armor with her was a horrible decision in a multitude of ones to come. But just trashing it here wouldn't exactly help her either, in case of an enemy attack. Though, at least for now, there was no way she could even being to assume that there was anything living out here. There was the occasional tumble weed or random creature she couldn't identify, but mostly, it was dry, demonizing desert lands.
When she started walking, it had been about midday, or from what she could tell. After a few hours, it was already nighttime and freezing. Connie knew she had to find some place to sleep or she'd pass out of tire before too long. Though she had been used to pulling full nights during Project Freelancer, it always left her off her game in the morning and attention was something she couldn't afford to lose now. Not until she found somewhere safe.
All this time alone gave her time to think. Lots and lots of time to think. Last thing she remembered before "dying" was Tex, Carolina, and a world going to hell. It wasn't like she wasn't expecting that, but they wouldn't even give her the time of day. Allison was…she only hoped she got her message. That she understood the truth and maybe actually took down Freelancer once and for all. It was a dream and a sincere hope. Otherwise, everything CT risked, as far as friends and herself, would be for nothing. A complete failure and the Director would still be in control and Tex and Carolina his two main lackeys. And the world that she wanted to restore would be lost.
She thought of Wash and York and North and South. She thought of all the AI that were fragmented from the Alpha and how it gave her chills knowing that they may never know what they truly were capable of. But until she found another human being, it wasn't exactly like she could find what happened. Her gut thought she did well, but any gut intentions she ever had before only backfired and made things worse.
Trudging through the endless dark of a desert night, she only hoped for the best.