Author's Note: Just to let you know, this is my first fanfiction so if it's terrible, I absolutely agree. I wanted to write a fanfiction about Tucker because they aren't very many that are based only around him and I thought it would be pretty cool if he was a freelancer, so yea, hope you enjoy, but if you don't like it and want to rip my throat out, that's okay too, just as long and you DON'T rip my throat out and feed my organs to Maine or something. So, moving on, this takes place right before season 10 episode 18, before they went into the holographic chamber. I DO NOT OWN RED VS BLUE, Rooster Teeth does.
Tucker's POV
I sat down in the locker room provided by the new blue base Caboose was staying in when I was in the desert fighting off C.T's men; I looked around and began to think, "This is just like Blood Gulch, only it's not hot as hell and this place actually has water." I groaned as I remembered all the idiotic adventures we had, getting possessed by A.I.'s, time travel, meeting a bomb that can talk, finding out I was a hero to the an alien race, getting impregnated by an alien, fighting a bunch of Wyoming clones, and watching Tex go in a spaceship and flying away only having it blow up. It was hard to not show any sign of being an elite solider from Project Freelancer, though I was succeeding though by acting like an idiot, a horrible fighter, and a major pervert. I rubbed my temples and took out a picture of the top ten freelancers along with my dog tags. Agent York decided it was a good idea to have the top ten freelancers take a picture together so that everyone remembered who their teammates and friends were. I was a pretty good freelancer; I was around York's and North's skill level. Then I took a look at my dog tags, I read my agent name, "Agent New Jersey…" I smiled remembering the good times they had at project freelancer, like painting 479's pelican with the colors of a rainbow, or putting Maine's brute shot in York's room and Maine yelling and threatening him for having it in there. Even though I wasn't exactly free because the director seemed to always needed me for a mission or something to do with the Alpha, I enjoyed my time there, but then things were getting suspicious as some of the A.I.'s were starting to cause problems, such as headaches, short comas in rare cases, or even committing suicide in the host's head like Wash's A.I. had done. I did act wearily around A.I.'s after those incidents and out of nowhere the director was sending Agent Florida and me to a boxed canyon to protect the Alpha. As I was recalling these memories Carolina and Epsilon walked in.
"Hey Tucker where the fuck have you been? We been looking for you dickhead." Epsilon said sternly. I quickly put the picture and dog tag away in the storage container in my armor.
"What was that? What were you putting away?" Carolina said with a hint of suspiciousness.
"It's none of your god damn business! And what are you guys doing looking for me?"
"Carolina and I need to have a talk with all of you assholes."
"Fine, but not now, I have to do a few things first."
"I don't have time for your personal bullshit! This is much more important than whatever you're doing!" Carolina said with a raised voice.
"I'll go when I'm ready, just leave me the fuck alone for a little bit would ya!" I yelled and stormed off outside.
Carolina and Epsilon's POV
"I think something's wrong with Tucker, he never acted like this before?" Epsilon said questionably.
"I don't know what's wrong with your idiot friend, but I did see him hold something that looked like a dog tag and a picture."
"SO WHAT, does it matter?"
"That's the thing, sim troopers don't have dog tags, only agents from Project Freelancer and members of the UNSC do, and it didn't look like an UNSC dog tag, so it must be a freelancer one."
"Ok so what do we do?"
"We need to get it from him, I need to see whose it is, and there might be data on it as our dog tags also act as a data drive or flash drive."
"Alright, make sense, so what's our plan?"
"You'll see." Carolina said with a smile.
Tucker's POV
I walked angrily toward the red base.
"Fucking assholes…" I mumbled.
As I continued walking the red team sergeant yelled at me saying "HEY YOU DIRTY BLUE! WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE! AND TODAY'S A GOOD DAY FOR YOU AND GRIF TO DIE!"
"WHAT NOW" I thought, but shook it as I was being fired upon. I rolled away from the incoming fire and took out my magnum. It was one of the original ones which meant it was much more powerful than the standard one they used now. As Sarge turned the corner I gave him a quick jab to the gut with my left hand which caused him to clench over and I brought down my gun to the back of his head. One down and 5 more idiots to go only counting the sim troopers. Grif and Simmons were starting to open fire and I expertly dodged their shots and as I came up to them I delivered a leg sweep to Simmons and punched Grif in the balls which made him groan in pain and saying "WWWHHHHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYYY!" I grabbed Simmons's chest plate and head-butted him which resulted in him getting knocked out. To take care of the rest of the retards was a piece of cake, for Caboose all I had to do was to tell him church was calling for his best friend, for Donut I told him Wash was asking for help to decorate the blue base, and Doc…well let's just say he didn't want to get involved. As I looked around at my handiwork, I had a funny, but good feeling, a feeling I hadn't had since the battle with C.T.'s men, the feeling of kicking ass. Suddenly Wash came around the corner saying and then looking in shock, "What's with all the commo-DA FUCK?"
Washington's POV
I looked around seeing the reds on the floor either knocked out or holding themselves in pain and the others looking sacred or wandering around. I only noticed one that was standing straight and tall looking intimidating, butt shocked at I saw who is was, it was Tucker.
"TUCKER" I thought. "How could he have done this, he was one of the laziest soldiers here! Could have he done it?" I thought to myself. As I was thinking Tucker walked up to me and answers my own question.
"Hey, they attacked first." And then he started to walk back to blue base.
I radioed Carolina and said with the plainest voice I could form at the time, "We got a problem."
Carolina and Epsilon's POV
"We got a problem" We heard Wash saying over the radio with a plain tone, but also a small tone of nervousness.
"What kind of problem?" We both said curiously.
"I think Tucker just beat the reds asses and confused the rest of the sim troopers." Tucker? Able to take on the whole team of reds? Seems unlikely.
"uh-oh" Epsilon murmured.
"Quiet. You can't be serious Wash."
"I can't believe it myself, but I saw it with my own eyes."
"Okay, we're coming, and I need to tell you something important."
A few moments, conversations, and surprises later…
"So you're telling me that you told the reds and blues that Tucker was working with the Director and planning to kill them in their sleep just so you can get a picture and a dog tag from him. Is that right?"
"Spot on" Epsilon said.
"That has to be one of the shitter ideas you had."
"What was that David?" I said angrily.
"Absolutely nothing boss."
"Good, now do you know where Tucker is?"
"Last I saw him he was heading back to blue base."
"Okay, let's go"
As they were heading there Tucker sneaked behind them and almost yelling "What the hell do you pricks want!"
We both turned around quickly to see if Tucker was going to try anything, but he just stood there, glaring at us.
"We need to talk." I said softly.
"What about?" he replied with a little hatred in his voice.
"About the picture and dog tags I saw you had when we walked in."
Tucker's POV
Damnit, of course they were going to talk about that, but there was no way of getting out of this, so I agreed.
"Fine, but we won't discuss this here."
"Fine by us" Epsilon said with surprisingly a little cheerfulness in his voice.
We walked to blue base and went into the small briefing room which was a fucking mess because of Caboose's "Project" when he had tried to get Church back. I took out the picture and dog tag and threw it on the small table provided in the room.
"Alright, so…"
"Sooo what? Are you going to tell us or not!" Epsilon said being pissy again.
"I'm getting there, just shut your mouth!" I said obviously angered.
"….."
Guessing he finally shut up, I started to talk again until "Okay, so before all this…"
"YAAAA, FREEZE YOU CUNNING BLUETARD BASTARD"
"YOU SON OF A WHORE" I yelled in anger and picked up a combat knife on the table and threw it at Sarge's head which it landed just a centimeter away from it. Sarge took a look at the knife and gulped.
"GET OUT AND STAY OUT UNTIL I SAY YOU CAN COME BACK INSIDE!"
Sarge nodded nervously and ran out, I huffed with disdain and look up and saw the others were staring, "What? He was pissing me off."
"It's fine Tucker, now please continue."
"Thank you Carolina, okay now so, before all this, even before I arrived at Blood Gulch, I was an Agent in Project Freelancer." After that statement looks of disbelief began to emerge.
"I know, it's shocking, but check those dog tags." Carolina proceeded to pick up the dog tags and looked at them with a surprised look that you only saw very rarely, then she gave them to Wash who had a facial expression so confused and shocked, it looked like his brain was about to give in, but fortunately it didn't.
"Yo-you're Agent New Jersey?" Wash said stuttering.
"That's what it says, doesn't it? Anyways I wasn't around for very much as I was called frequently to do missions and help issues involving the Alpha, and before you ask I did missions usually involved acquiring some type of equipment or something related to that. As for the issues with Alpha, the director put the Alpha chip in my armor as that was the easiest way to figure out what was wrong with him or to find out how to break him easier, but it gave me headaches, nightmares, mindfucks, things like that, it tore me apart and I wish I hadn't helped him now that I clearly see what he has done."
There was silence for a few minutes, but of course someone had to break it.
"So you were kinda like the director's freelancer assistant?"
"I guess Wash, not much else to say, but it does feel good to get that shit off my chest."
Wash glanced at Carolina who looked shocked and also sadden by what Tucker was telling them.
"I'm sorry about what happened to you Tucker, what the director has done and made you do." She said softly with a comforting tone which certainly comforted Tucker.
"Wait, that doesn't explain why you were in Blood Gulch though."
"Yea forgot to mention that; before the attack Tex and York led, the director sent Florida and I to Blood Gulch to protect the Alpha."
"Obviously you didn't do a very good job at that." Epsilon chuckled.
"Tell Shelia that, and hey, we never needed you to have a body; we just needed to protect you from anyone taking you."
"Okay, that makes sense."
"Should we let the others in now?"
"Sure, knock yourself out Wash."
Wash walked over to the door and as he opened it the sim troopers ran in trampling each other in the process.
"Real smooth guys" I said with a chuckle.
"Fuck off tucker, what were you guys talking about anyways?" Grif muttered.u
"I like cookies and orange juice" Caboose said cheerfully.
"Uhhh yea that's nice Caboose, but I'll bet you guys were listening through the door anyways."
"Yea, we were, BUT FUCKING SERIOUSLY! YOU'RE A MOTHERFUCKING FREELANCER! AND YOU NEVER TOLD US SHIT!?" said Simmons with an obvious frustrated look.
All I had to say was, "Surprise Surprise"
Author's Note: So guys, that's that. God that was bad, especially near the ending of this chapter. I know there's also an excessive amount of dialogue, but anyways, feel free to hate it, like whatever, but give me your reviews to see what I can improve on.
