Chapter one
Discovery
I was laying down in my cot, trying to trick myself into some sleep when the distress signal went off on our dash. I opened my eyes and swung out of bed, crossing my arms. I was only a little chilled in my sleepwear.
My two shipmates groaned as they actually woke up and paid no mind to my little to nothing clothing. I feel like I have desensitized these two to cleavage and ruined the excitement of seeing a pair of women's legs.
Aiden pressed the receiver and on the screen came up what appeared the last thing all three of us expected to see; an AI. Aiden. We had tuned in so much on the fact he was an AI we missed his entire first spiel and when a colorful group of soldiers was presented on the scene we all let go of the breath we weren't even aware we were holding.
"C.C…." Aiden breathed placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Holy shit." I gasped.
"Mon dieu." Jean-luc said. "They're ok!"
"Dude, J.L., english we don't have time for this French...Cajun, bullshit." Aiden groaned.
"Aiden chill all he said was 'my god'. Learn French dude c'est tres facile." I retorted taking the communicator controls. We were too far from the coordinates they gave to relay a message back, our system was old and faulty. "Damn it I can't respond." I snapped bringing my hand down on a buttonless portion of the console.
"You chill, you already trying to get the coordinates in C.C.? It's the middle of the night who even knows what time it is where they are? Or if that was even who we thought they were." Aiden said, taking a matter of fact tone with me.
"Wash and Carolina were clearly in that photo! You can't tell me to chill right now when we just confirmed they're alive! After all this time you weren't at all concerned?" I snapped.
"Cherie keep calm, we can reach them we just have to get composed and,-" J.L. was talking but I tuned out.
"Fuck calm, I raise hell and break shit..." I muttered as I punched the coordinates into our navigation and pulled up an image of Chorus and an due to our old system, our estimate on how long it would take to reach there kept fluctuating between a few days to almost 2 weeks. "Fuck." I mumbled again.
"Cheyenne..." Aiden took his dismissive tone with me as I had turned on a heel and was throwing a large T-shit over my head and over my camisole. I hated my real name. I preferred my nickname or my Freelancer name before I preferred my real name, ever. With only one exception. "Calm down we physically can't get there right now, try to get back to sleep and-what're you doing?" He threw his hands up in admitted defeat as I was trying to slide myself into a pair of relatively tight jeans.
"I'm getting dressed fuck sleep, I wasn't asleep before this, sure as hell can't fall asleep now." I said as J.L. was chuckling lightly to himself as I shook myself in. "Also, Aiden, telling me to calm down while calling me Cheyenne is not the best of ideas...Colorado is more acceptable than my name." I said throwing my black hair into a messy bun and stormed past them into our "armory".
"Where the hell are you going?" Aiden sighed.
"Since I feel like raising hell and breaking shit, I feel like I should just stick to raising hell and practicing mindfulness, since breaking shit is counter productive. I'll be cleaning my rifle if you need me." I said. I felt both of them exhale some patience and energy in their sighs as I left.
They really couldn't expect me to not be like this? After we just saw Carolina and Washington okay and alive. We have been estranged from any Project Freelancer activities since the inevitable failure of the project and most of us had gone our separate ways. Just because we couldn't be there now didn't mean I could prep anything! Or at least stay up and plan!
I spent an hour and a half cleaning my rifle. I dismantled it, cleaned, and put it all back together. I traced my fingers over the scuffs and scratches on its barrel, some small dents. It shared a history with me; scars in various place from various sources. I sighed and looked into my locker. I saw my old Data log recorder. I picked it up almost compulsively and clicked it on.
"Data Log entry 346, This is Cheyenne Whittaker, Former Agent Colorado, this is the first entry since the day Project Freelancer ceased operations. Today we received a call from a planet named Chorus..." I took one deep breath in. "Agents Carolina and Washington were pictured in the call asking for assistance. David is alive."
I'm pretty stoked for this fic. I had the urge to write something with Wash in it when I realized I really liked writing his character in my other RvB fic. Hope this was a decent enough start, I can guarantee longer chapters :) Let me know what you think if you get a moment! I should have this next chapter up within the next 24 hours or so.
~Sahara