Episode 2: Chorus Saved

Chorus
The Final Battle

The united army that consisted of the Federal Army and New Republic suddenly stopped cheering as three Mantis assault droids dropped down from the Staff of Charon, a UNSC frigate hovered in the sky above the warzone, and attacked them without mercy.

"ENGAGING TARGETS," a Mantis said in a deep robotic voice as it fired rounds from its built-in chaingun.

Three warriors watched with horror at the sudden development, and unfortunately they couldn't do a damn thing because a Mantis assault droid on its own was nearly unbeatable. When there's more than one? It's impossible to beat them.

"Oh no, what's going on?!" panicked a woman wearing the prefect armor in sand with ice trim.

"It's Hargrove!" exclaimed another woman wearing the recon armor colored cyan, "The Chairman's here!"

The man next to them turned to a pair of New Republic soldiers nearby and saw they were in plain sight.

"Everyone," ordered the man wearing the Mk VI armor colored steel with yellow trim, "take cover!"

The forces retreated, but another group was unfortunate as a Mantis chased that group. The group consisted of a woman wearing white with purple trim and some New Republic lieutenants.

"Run!" shouted the lieutenant at the front of the group, "Come on, go go go!"

"You just couldn't do it, could you?" Hargrove said over the loudspeakers, "You couldn't lay down and die!"

As the army was being destroyed by the Mantis Assault Droids. The man from earlier happened to look up in time to see the sky ripple. Suddenly, a purple alien vessel appeared and immediately flew down to the surface towards them.

"Carolina!" the man in steel with yellow trim shouted as he pointed at the ship. The woman in cyan looked up and widened her eyes under her helmet.

"TARGETS LOCATED," said a Mantis from behind them which attracted their attention. There were three of them, and they were all about to fire.

"ELIM-" began the Mantis before the alien vessel crashed into them. The crash destroyed the Mantises and caused dust to explode into the air. Through the dust, they heard the sound of a door open and didn't even notice as three soldiers dressed in grey enforcer armor snuck up on them.

"Duck!" Carolina yelled as three sniper rifle sounds emitted and bullets whizzed past all three of them and into the grey soldiers behind them. Carolina and the other two immediately crouched and aimed their rifles at the possible enemy hidden in the dust.

"We're not too late," said a male voice as a figure walked out from the dust, "are we?"

"Oregon?" the man asked as he lowered his BR85, "Is that you?"

"Good to see you too, Wash," Oregon replied as he lowered his sniper rifle.

"Why'd you shoot at us?!" Wash exclaimed remembering the sniper fire.

"Not at you," Oregon corrected with a gesture, "behind you."

At that, Wash and Carolina turned to see three dead soldiers in grey enforcer armor.

"Nice to see you've gotten better with your aim," Carolina said with a smile in her tone.

"Whoa," Oregon said a little shocked, "Carolina? Is that really you? I mean, you're much nicer than when we last met."

"We met some people who changed our lives," Wash explained as he stood up, "Where's Nevada?"

Agent Oregon gestured to behind him and both Wash and Carolina looked. Sure enough, Agent Nevada walked out of the dust with her BR55 in her hands.

Meanwhile, at the Communication Temple Control Room…

The reds and blues from the transmission stared at the UNSC frigate Staff of Charon with irritation as Hargrove spoke.

"Well if I'm going down," Hargrove finished with a yell, "I'm taking you all with me!"

There was absolute silence as they processed the new info, and the more they processed… the angrier they got.

"Damn it," the one in orange Mjolnir Mk VI armor shouted, "DAMN IT! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

The orange one then paced the floor in order to try and relieve some of his anger.

"Carolina," asked Epsilon who is revealed to be a hologram, "are you alright?"

"WE WERE SO CLOSE!" the orange one yelled in the background.

"Church, this is bad!" Carolina replied over the radio, "Hargrove's dropping androids all around the temple! We're pinned down! Even with two old friends of ours having arrived, we won't hold out for long!"

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!" the orange one yelled

Back with Carolina…

Agents Oregon, Nevada, Wash, and Carolina were all crouched behind some rocks along with the New Republic woman from earlier. They watched helplessly as the Mantises destroyed their army which had become friends.

"One Mantis we can handle," Wash said dejectedly, "but this will be a bloodbath."

"Not if we shut them all down at once," Epsilon said, "Oh, what old friends?"

"We'll tell you later once the mission is completed," Wash said.

"Got it," Epsilon said, "Oh, see if you can send one of them to help us if at all possible. Could use a Freelancer on this."

"How-" Wash began.

"What could your old friends have possibly been besides Freelancers?" Epsilon asked dryly.

"Oh," Wash said simply.

Back at the control room…

Everyone looked at Epsilon in confusion, because they had no idea how they were going to shut all of the droids down at the same time.

"How?" asked the one in purple Mjolnir Mk VI armor. That was the question on everyone's mind.

"We override their controls," Epsilon explained, "But in order to do that, we need to go to the source…"

At that, everyone stared at the frigate in disbelief. They honestly hoped that Epsilon was joking. The one in aqua Mjolnir Mk VI armor was the only one to voice that hope.

"You're joking, right?" asked the aqua one. Everyone's attention was quickly acquired when the one in red Mjolnir Mk VI armor coughed. The red one then turned around and when they followed suit, they saw the hornet that their two latest nemeses had taken to the communications tower

"Shotgun!" blurted the orange one alongside the one in maroon Mjolnir Mk VI armor.

Suddenly, a man in gold appeared in front of them out of nowhere. Startled, they stepped back as they raised their rifles up at the newcomer.

"Who the fuck is this guy?" asked the aqua one.

"Holy shit…" Epsilon said in recognition, "Agent fucking Oregon?!"

"Yeah," Oregon said looking at the hologram, "that's me. I already know you thanks to your transmission, but how do you know me?"

"I have all the memories of the Director," Epsilon said dryly, "Most of which aren't that great, and the ones that are great… I actually don't remember. Guess that means I don't have any good memories."

"What about us Church?" the aqua one asked.

"What about you?" Epsilon, now known as Church, asked rudely.

"So," said the maroon one slowly to change the topic, "you were a member of Project Freelancer?"

"Yeah," Oregon nodded, "Why do you care?"

"Cause Project Freelancer ruined our lives jackass," said the orange one, "They made us do things. We had a nice system going. All we did was just stand around and talk all day until your people fucked it all up."

"Really?" Oregon asked with an eyebrow raised beneath his helmet, "That's why you hate Project Freelancer?"

"Yes!" said everyone except the red and the purple ones. The blue one also said it, but he did so a few seconds after.

"Oh wait," the maroon one said as if he realized something, "You were a Freelancer, so you've got to have an A.I right?"

"Only the Director ever made have all been destroyed by now," Church reminded them, "Well, all except me."

"Not exactly," Oregon said, "Come say hi Zeta."

At that, a small hologram of a grey person with a feminine figure flickered into existence next to Agent Oregon's head.

"Hi!" Zeta said cheerfully before she saw Epsilon.

"Who the fuck is Zeta?" Epsilon asked confused, "I know all of Project Freelancer's but I've never even heard of a Zeta fragment before."

"She's…" Oregon attempted to explain without suggest.

"The Director, from what I understand, erased the memory of me and my twin, Kappa, from the Alpha," Zeta explain, "That would explain why you don't remember me, brother."

"Well that's just fucking awesome," Church said sarcastically, "Just another way the Director fucked up our lives."

"Wow…" the aqua one said, "The Director is even more of an ass-fugler than we thought. Also, your life. Not ours. This pertains to you only, Church."

"Fuck off Tucker," Church grunted.

"The fuck is ass-fugler?" the orange one asked.

"I dunno," Tucker admitted, "It sounded good at the time."

"Okay," Oregon said bringing them back to the mission, "We can all stand around and talk later. However, right now, we have a mission to complete."

"One second Freelancer," the red one said gruffly, "We have to follow the proper chain of command. Unless you're rank is higher than Colonel… I'm calling the shots."

"When I joined the UNSC," Oregon explained, "they gave me the rank of Brigadier."

At that, the red one grumbled incoherently.

"Finally," the orange one stated with a smile in his tone, "Someone with a high enough rank that Sarge can't insult. Hey, Oregon, if we survive this… please take command of red team. I ask this purely for the joy of seeing Sarge get told what to do."

"Oh wait…" Grif said remembering something, "If you're anything like Wash… I take that back. Tucker knows why."

"Shut up Grif," the red one, now known as Sarge, said gruffly, "Nobody cares what your lazy ass thinks."

"Up yours," the orange one, now known as Grif, retorted.

"What was that?" Sarge growled.

"Up yours, sir," Grif sighed in order to prevent from getting shot in the head.

What a bunch of morons, Agent Oregon thought dryly.

Later, inside of the Staff of Charon's Engine Room…

The Reds and Blues along with the purple one and Agent Oregon slowly walked into the room holding up their weapons. Tucker walked in slowly wielding a covenant carbine rifle in case there were threats in the room. Agent Oregon was also in the lead and so walked parallel with Tucker. As they did so, Epsilon/Church appeared next to Tucker's head.

"Alright, we're in," Epsilon informed Agent Carolina over the coms.

At that, the other Reds and Blues ran past them while they waited for a response.

"Good work," Carolina replied.

"I think I just developed a fear of heights…" the purple one said unhappily as he came to a stop next to Tucker holding his medical scanner, "and planes… and all of you guys…"

"What did they do to you?" Oregon asked a little shocked at the purple guy's mood.

"They forgot about me!" the purple guy exclaimed angrily, "and I was alone in a frozen cave for who knows how long!"

"Some friends," Oregon remarked dryly.

"Tell me about it," the purple one said back to normal unhappiness.

"Doc," Tucker interjected, "Oregon, I'm standing right here."

The purple one, now known as Doc, only grunted in response.

"It won't be long before they realize that we're on board," Epsilon said bringing them back on task.

"Let's find those controls and hightail it out of here!" Sarge said as he came to a stop next to Doc holding his usual shotgun.

"Carolina, Wash," Epsilon/Church ignored him as he said, "you guys just focus on staying alive, okay?"

"Already on it!" Wash practically yelled over the coms.

"There's gotta be some sort of directory we can access," the maroon one said as he walked over to a panel, "Maybe it can lead us to-"

Whatever he was about to say went unheard as a red ACCESS DENIED screen popped up.

"Access denied," a feminine disembodied voice said, "Intruder detected."

"Gah! Shit!" the maroon one exclaimed. Oregon noticed that and immediately hurried over along with Grif and Tucker.

"Quick," Grif suggested urgently, "hit escape!"

"Control-Alt-Delete!" Tucker added just as urgently.

Oregon stayed quiet as he recognized the voice, but knew that she was coded to not recognize him by the Director due to his role being black ops. As Oregon remembered the old days prior to his assignment in black ops, Epsilon appeared.

"Wait a minute…" Epsilon said slowly, "I know that voice. F.I.L.S.S.?"

As soon as Church spoke, the screen changed to the standard F.I.L.S.S. screen.

"Director?" F.I.L.S.S. asked, "Is that you?"

The others ran over to join them as they heard a familiar voice saying the familiar word.

"IT'S SHEILA!" the blue one said excitedly.

"F.I.L.S.S., what are you doing here?" Epsilon said confused, "I thought you were destroyed!"

"I was recovered and illegally reassigned after your passing," F.I.L.S.S. replied, "Oh, but it is good to see you again."

"Trust me, the feeling is mutual!" Epsilon said with an urgent smile in his tone, "We need you to shut off the androids your boss just dropped on our friends."

"That would be in direct violation of Chairman Hargrove's orders-" F.I.L.S.S. began.

"F.I.L.S.S.! Please, you gotta-!" Epsilon practically begged.

"I would love to!" F.I.L.S.S. finished in a happy tone.

"Wait… really?" Epsilon said confused.

"Yes! I dislike him very much," F.I.L.S.S. said happily.

"Hey, so do we! Heh, small world," the pink one said in a male-ish voice.

Is that person a man or a woman? Oregon thought to himself confused.

"INITIATING MANTIS DEACTIVAAAAAA-TTTTTTT" F.I.L.S.S. said as she was shut down. Her screen then dissolved into static before a bald Lex Luthor looking motherfucker popped up on it. His expression was furious… especially when he saw Agent Oregon with them.

"I don't think so," Hargrove said angrily and cockily.

"AAH!" exclaimed everyone but Oregon who snarled and tightened his grip on his M7S SMG.

"Well…" said Epsilon being the first to recover, "Chairman Hargrove."

"He's so…" the blue one said revolted, "bald!"

"You soldiers have been a thorn in my side for far too long," Hargrove said angrily and still cockily, "but my soldiers remain loyal to the end!"

"Something tells me we're about to have company…" Sarge said just before three UNSC soldiers under Hargrove's command appeared on a higher platform.

"There they are!" shouted a soldier.

Suddenly, a rocket flew up and blew them up. The Reds and Blues turned to look at Doc, who looked back at them. Agent Oregon also looked and he could feel something different about him.

"Fly, you fools!" Doc said in a deeper crazier and possibly more evil voice.

Agent Oregon hesitated for a second as the reds and blues bolted out of the engine room. However, he figured that the rocket was a good enough advantage for the guy so he hurried after them. Doc layed down a barrage of missiles before he followed suit.

More soldiers appeared at the end of the hallway in front of them as they ran.

"Target sighted!" one of the soldiers shouted while he fired at them with a battle rifle.

Suddenly, a door slammed down between them and the soldiers. The reds and blues along with Doc and Oregon stopped as they were unsure what happened.

"What the fuck?" Grif said confused.

"Turn right, here!" F.I.L.S.S said over the intercom.

"F.I.L.S.S., what do you think you're doing?!" Hargrove demanded over the radio.

"The Mantis assault droids are no longer under my control," F.I.L.S.S said ignoring him, "and must be deactivated at the appropriate terminal-"

"F.I.L.S.S.!" Hargrove interrupted angrily.

"Locking blast doors to secure a path! Please, hurry!" F.I.L.S.S finished.

"You heard her, boys," Oregon shouted, "double time!"

"Ah, Sheila," the blue one said as the others bolted from the area, "you-you are just the best!"

"Excuse me?" said a jealous robotic male voice.

"Uh-I-uh-second best?" the blue one backtracked nervously before he hurried to follow the others.

Meanwhile, back at the Communications Temple…

A New Republic soldier engaged one of the Mantises while astride a Ghost. He managed to destroy it and became cocky enough to let down his guard.

"Ah! AHAHAHA!" exclaimed the NR soldier, "I got one-!"

He cried out in pain as a Mantis attacked him from behind and blew up his Ghost. His body was sent flying and landed at the feet of a woman in white armor with purple highlights. She and another NR soldier named Bitters hid with Carolina behind a boulder.

"MATTHEWS!" Bitters exclaimed.

"Don't worry! I got him!" the woman shouted as she aimed her medical scanner at him and activated it.

"Epsilon," Carolina shouted, "I need a sit-rep!"

"Hang tight, C…" Epsilon replied.

Back at the Staff of Charon, with the Reds and Blues…

They hurried into a room and came to a stop with relief on their faces… which happened to be hid behind their helmets.

"We made it," Epsilon said to everyone.

Suddenly they heard a loud bang which more than likely meant something bad. It usually does.

"Blast door breached!" F.I.L.S.S reported.

"You two get in there!" Sarge said to Tucker and Church, "We'll hold them off!"

Epsilon vanished just before Tucker hurried into the room, and when the door closed behind them everyone else turned around. Agent Oregon held up his M7S SMG and aimed down the sights while the others did the same with their respective weapons.

"Zeta," Oregon said prompting a grey holographic female to appear next to his head.

"Yes, Oregon?" Zeta asked.

"Determine how many we have to fight and you know what?" Oregon asked with a smirk.

"Kill counter?" Zeta asked also with a smirk.

"Yahtzee," Oregon confirmed as he quickly reloaded his M7S SMG. As they waited, a count of total enemies to fight popped up on their HUDs as well as two zeros which is the current amount of kills.

"Doc," Oregon said to the medic, "No rockets. This space is too confined."

"You're no fun," Doc said in the same unnerving voice as before, "But that doesn't matter because I'll still give the enemy a taste of oblivion!"

Meanwhile, with Church and Tucker…

"Whoa…" Tucker said as he looked at Hargrove's trophy room.

He stared at the still-steaming cup of coffee on the table and glanced at Epsilon's old Monitor Form.

"This dude's got issues!" Tucker remarked as he walked around after he leaned his Battle Rifle against the desk.

Epsilon materialized in front of Tex's shattered helmet. He stared at it for a few seconds which is far longer for him than us.

"Where is Hargrove, now?" Epsilon asked angrily without looking at Tucker.

Suddenly, a screen popped up in front of them with Hargrove's video feed on it.

"Safely aboard the bridge," Hargrove answered cockily for Tucker, "until you've been dealt with."

Church turned his head as he heard gunfire outside of the room and one of the reds yell.

"F.I.L.S.S., pull up the controls!" Epsilon demanded.

Another holographic terminal appeared beside Hargrove's. Tucker immediately moved over to it.

"Do you really believe you can escape this?" Hargrove asked still cocky.

"This will just take a minute," Epsilon said still angry before he dematerialized.

"Surely you've realized it by now?" Hargrove continued prompting Tucker to walk back in front of Hargrove's screen, "You may save the colonists, you may even save the Freelancers. However, you, your friends, and that traitorous former Freelancer will Not. Be. Leaving. This. Ship."

"Eh, we'll wing it," Tucker shrugged.

"And… done," Epsilon said as he rematerialized.

Tucker pressed a button and terminated Hargrove's video link.

Down at the Communications Temple…

Carolina had her arms held out as she used her bubble shield to protect all of the remaining soldiers, Wash, Kimball, and themselves. However, the shield was flickering due to how long she's had it up and how much abuse it was taking. Fortunately, just as the bubble shield vanished all three of the remaining Mantises powered down. The Feds and Rebels unbunched themselves and looked at them. In celebration they began firing into the air. Kimball, Wash, Carolina, and Nevada looked up at the ship. Carolina then collapsed onto her rear end due to mental exhaustion. May have been an armor ability, but it did require mental power to maintain when not using an A.I.

Back at the Trophy Room…

The doors suddenly burst open and bullets whizzed past Tucker's head.

"Oh shit!" Tucker cried out as he dove for cover.

He walked towards them as the last few of his friends hurried into the room. Agent Oregon fired his M7S SMG into the door's controls which promptly sealed the door shut.

"So yeah…" Grif panted, "that way's not looking like a good exit anymore."

"Carolina," Epsilon said urgently, "we need an extraction!"

"Roger that," Carolina replied in an exhausted tone, "We'll fire up a Pelican and be there in a few minutes."

Suddenly, Sparks began to fly as the soldiers began cutting through the door. The maroon one immediately moved his leg away from the sparks to prevent himself from catching fire just burned.

"Come on," a soldier ordered on the 0ther side, "get this door open!"

"We…" the maroon one said slowly, "may not have a few minutes."

They all turned and stared at the door as they backed away from it.

"Well boys, you know what they say…" Sarge said as he threw down his Plasma weapon and drew his shotgun, "… today...is a good day to die."

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" Grif said from elsewhere in the room.

Sarge turned around to see Grif, who had taken his "Grif-shot", which was a brute-shot, off its pedestal and held it in his hands.

"Fuck that," Grif stated.

Sarge chuckled and pumped his shotgun.

The group immediately prepared for battle. Lopez flipped Hargrove's desk/table on its side. Simmons grabbed the Magnum off of a trophy stand and loaded it. Doc and the pink one shoved the table against the door. Sarge stepped on the coffee mug, shattering it.

"Whoops," Sarge said insincerely.

The blue one held up his assault rifle which had been implanted with "Freckles". Freckles is an A.I that had belonged to a Mantis class assault droid which had been built practically from scratch by the blue one before the Reds and Blues had unwillingly gotten involved in a war.

"Ready," said Freckles.

The maroon one walked past Tucker and Epsilon with the Monitor in his hands.

"You think the laser on this thing still works?" the maroon one asked.

"We got this," Tucker assured him.

"I mean," Tucker said to Epsilon now needing assurance himself, "we do got this, right?"

"I keep running the stats in my head…" Epsilon said slowly, "well I mean, we're close, but no. We're still short one piece."

"What do you mean?" Tucker asked confused.

"F.I.L.S.S.?" Epsilon said, "The suit."

The sound of a small door opening could be heard behind them which prompted them to turn around and see what caused it. What they saw was a shock. It was the exact same suit that had belonged to the Meta aka Agent Maine. Doc dropped his medical scanner to show how shocking he found it. He was more terrified than shocked though. Agent Oregon merely blinked twice behind his helmet. He had never figured that Maine would be taken down. Maine was just too much of a monster. Even before he became an agent.

"What," Tucker said confused, "The hell?"

"I saw it when I connected to the terminal," Epsilon explained, "It's got everything that we need."

"Tucker, take off your helmet." Epsilon said prompting Tucker to look directly at him.

Later…

The Reds and Blues along with Doc and Agent Oregon were now in battle formation. Grif had his brute-shot, Sarge had his shotgun, the maroon one had two Needlers, the pink one had two Magnums, the brown one had two Plasma Rifles, Doc had his Rocket Launcher, the blue one had Freckles, and Tucker stood in the center in the Meta's former armor, with his blue energy sword held in his right hand. Agent Oregon stood next to Tucker and had ditched his M7S SMG as he was too low on ammo, and due to the confined space he couldn't exactly use his SRS99-AM sniper rifle. In which case, he had chosen to use a plasma repeater.

"So how's it feel?" Epsilon asked.

"Kinda… tight in the crotch," Tucker said as the suit changed from white to aqua, "Buuuttt, I could get used to this!"

"Now that's a good look for you!" the pink one said with.

"What is your name anyway?" Oregon asked.

"I am Franklin Delano Donut," the pink one, now known as Donut, replied.

"Prepare to breach!" a soldier yelled from outside the room.

"Gentlemen," Sarge said as he cocked his shotgun, "looks like this is it."

"Sir," the maroon one said attracting his CO's attention while he aimed his needlers in the gangster fashion, "it's been an honor."

"Si muero," the brown one robotically said in spanish as he aimed his dual plasma weapons from the hip, "asegúrense de que mis piezas sean recicladas."

"I love you too, Lopez!" Donut said tearfully.

"I doubt that's what he said," Oregon said dryly.

"What do I call you anyway?" Oregon asked the brown one.

"Mi nombre es López el pesado," the brown one, now known as Lopez, replied.

"Just call him Lopez," the maroon one suggested, "That's what we do. Also, my name is Simmons. If Sarge dies today, I would vote for you to become the leader of Red Team."

"Traiter," Sarge said as Grif said "kissass" to Simmons for the millionth time in their lives.

"Enough chit chat!" Doc said in the crazy voice as he aimed the rocket launcher at the door, "let us strike fear into the hearts of our enemies, mwahahaha!"

"Smartest thing you've ever said," Grif agreed.

"Yeah!" the blue one said excitedly while he aimed Freckles at the door, "Let's get 'em!"

"Hey, uh," Epsilon said to everyone, "I just want you guys to know that, out of everyone I've ever met… I hate you all the least."

"See you on the other side, Church," Tucker said.

The Reds and Blues readied themselves as the door was almost cut through. Suddenly the sparks stopped moving. Epsilon sighed as his sniper rifle dematerialized.

"Not this time, buddy," Epsilon said sadly.

Epsilon-Delta appeared next to him. Not long after that Zeta did as well.

"Are you… sure about this?" Epsilon-Delta asked.

"We just got reunited brother!" Zeta said almost crying.

"I know Zeta," Epsilon said as he turned towards his newly found sister Alpha A.I fragment, "I'm sorry. There is no other way for us to win this fight. Not even with you and Agent Oregon. You were deleted from my memory for a reason, and I believe that reason is because you're one of the weakest and yet most important. I'm only this strong because I'm the memory. I remember all of the other except for you and Kappa so that's why I'm nearly a complete A.I. However, since I don't remember him or her and only remember you a little due to today… I'm not at full strength. I'm just not powerful enough to run this suit on my own, and if any more were added to Tucker… I'm sure he'd go crazy. However, after I'm gone I'm sure you and Kappa will keep the team strong. You two may be the weakest of the bunch, but together you're strong. What do you think Zeta and Kappa represent, D?"

"I believe that Zeta is loyalty," Epsilon-Delta replied, "based on how hard she's taking this. So, logically speaking… Kappa must be honor. Both of which are fairly weak traits as far as the Director is concerned. Loyalty being a bit stronger though due to his obsession with bringing Allison back over and over again."

"See," Epsilon said to Zeta, "You and Kappa don't need me. You have each other, and some would argue that you two are the strongest of us all. Might not be the most powerful, but definitely the strongest. Do you understand?"

"I understand," Zeta sniffled before she dematerialized.

"Back to the question at hand Epsilon," Epsilon-Delta said.

"I'm sure…" Epsilon said as he turned towards his friends, "start a recording for me, D. Also, send that special info we gathered to Agent Oregon."

"The decryption process hasn't finished yet," Epsilon-Delta said.

"I know," Epsilon nodded, "However, I have faith that Zeta will be able to complete it. Especially, since we started the process."

"Understood. Recording has begun," Epsilon-Delta said before he dematerialized. "

"Hey guys… if you're hearing this then it means you did it," Epsilon said, "You won. You kicked the shit out of Hargrove's forces. I knew you could. But this is my last stop. See, when I came into this world, I was really just a collection of somebody else's memories."

"But with your help, these memories... they-they took form!" Epsilon continued, "They became my voice, my personality. And, after a while, I… I began to make brand new memories of my own. All of these things are what make me who I am… but they're also holding me back.

"I can't run this suit as Epsilon," Epsilon said as he looked back at Tucker, "but if I erase my memories, if I… deconstruct myself, the fragments I'll leave behind will have the strength to get you through this. I believe that.

At that, each of the Epsilon A.I. fragments appeared momentarily excluding Zeta and obviously Kappa.

Meanwhile, inside of a pelican…

Wash stood in the cockpit, as he directed the pilot, while Carolina stood in the troop bay with a needler in her hands. Inside of the troop portion of the pelican, the lieutenants sat inside and the woman in white armor with purple highlights tended to Matthews while Kimball watched them. Agent Nevada was flipping a combat knife in the air. She had stolen it from one of the enemy soldiers during the battle.

"I wish that there was another way," Epsilon continued back in the trophy room, "But I'm leaving this message, as well as others, in the hopes that you'll understand why I have to go this time… hehe, it was actually Doyle who made me realize something that I've never thought of before. There are so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after."

"But the hero… never gets to see that ending," Epsilon continued as he shifted between his different forms, "They'll never know if their sacrifice actually made a difference. They'll never know if the day was really saved. In the end, they just have to have faith."

"Ain't that a bitch," Epsilon finished as he shattered himself.


I never said Epsilon wasn't going to die. don't worry. Church will be back... eventually. Also, Agent Oregon used a teleportation grenade to get to the reds & blues. For this story, it can be where not all of the tech Charon created using alien tech exploded.

Lang Translations:

Spanish - English:

#1

Spanish: asegúrense de que mis piezas sean recicladas

English: If I die, make sure my parts are recycled.

#2

Spanish: Mi nombre es López el pesado

English: My name is Lopez the Heavy