Red vs. Blue Resurrection
Chapter 1: The Prodigal Son Returns
After drifting on an icegerg for over thirty minutes, the Meta was now in a state of being comatose due to the several injuries he sustained.
Just when it seemed that all was lost, a large, metal boat sailed straight for the iceberg.
On its side was the big, clear insignia of the Recovery Force. Once it reached the large floating chunk of ice, three soldiers jumped up on the iceberg and approached the Meta.
The three soldiers wore black armor with Recon helmets and blue visors. These were Recon Recovery Agents. They were specifically designed to handle Black Op missions and recover VIP targets, such as the Meta.
When they reached the Meta, they examined him with their bio-coms.
"Vitals are red. He's in critical condition. We need to get him to a med-evac ASAP!" said the lead agent.
"I'll contact the Councilor and let him know we found him." said the second.
"Roger that, we'll get him on board and give him some meds to help keep him alive. Let's get out of here." said the third agent.
All of a sudden, a fourth agent came from inside the boat. He too had the same armor as the other three. "You guys better hurry things up! I've just detected multiple UNSC ships heading for that huge glacier just on the horizon there!"
He didn't have to tell them twice. The other three agents quickly grabbed the Meta and brought him aboard their boat.
They then carried him inside and set him on a table. Then the lead agent took out a set of tools and started to tinker around with the Meta's armor.
"What are you doing?" asked the second agent.
"I'm trying to deactivate his health scanner. That way when the UNSC scan the area for any dead Freelancers, they'll think this guy is dead too." said the lead agent.
"I guess the Councilor must have something special in store for him, huh?"
The lead agent was getting annoyed by his subordinate and didn't have time to make small talk. "Shouldn't you be contacting the Councilor, or something? I think I can handle things here on my own."
The other agent remebered his duty and went outside to contact the Councilor.
Meanwhile, the lead agent was successful in deactivating the Meta's health scanner and was about to give him a shot of medicine.
As soon as the needle pierced the Meta's skin, the unconscious Meta quickly rose, knocked the syringe off his arm and was about to attack the Recon agent. But he suddenly collapsed due to the extreme damage to his body.
The Recon agent quickly rose and pulled a pistol on him. "Hold it right there, Agent Maine. We're not your enemies, in fact we're here to help."
All the Meta could do was growl and hiss at the agent as he tried to get up.
"You've sustained multiple injuries. I'd take things slow if I were you. We're here under direct orders from the Councilor. It would seem as if you've caught his attention. I'm only trying to help keep you medicated so as to keep you alive. You trying to kill me isn't going to make things any easier. So what's it gonna be? Kill us? Or allow us to help you get your revenge on those simulation troopers?"
The Meta took a moment to think things over before nodding his head and agreed to let the Recon agents help him.
"Good choice. Now, let's get things started." said the lead agent as he cautiously helped the Meta to his feet and sat him down on a nearby chair.
The boat then began to pick up speed as it made its way to a much larger ship, just waiting for the agents to return.
