"Tex, what the hell is your problem?!" said Lucky panicked as she held up her hands, afraid to take her eyes off the rifle.

"O'Malley's getting desperate, and I'm not about to let him take control of any more AI's while he's on the loose."

"Hell if I know where mine is. Kappa hasn't talked to me since the last time I had a check-up."

"When was that?"

"Three years ago. I think he got sealed or something."

"Sealed? What for?"

"You know how Kappa is. Kappa's big on strength, but has no focus. He'll run headlong into battle and forget why he went in."

"Oh yeah. Heh, aren't you a little scatter brained too?"

"At least my AI isn't a complete psycho. Mine can't focus enough to make me a ultra crazy bitch."

"Yeah I see your point." Tex lowered the gun. Lucky let out a held breath in relief. Tex sat down in one of the waiting chairs.

"Oooh comfy."

"Yeah. This station is supposed to boost morale, so they were pretty generous making it."

"God knows there isn't enough. Hey, how much are they paying you to do this job?"

"Uhh...its actually considered as a, punishment, of sorts."

"Punishement? What'ya do?"

"I accidentally blew up part of the base at my last station. This is sorta my punishment, like, community service."

"Sounds easy."

"Yeah, not to mention I've got a sweet pad upstairs."

"Really? I thought this was a punishment."

"Yeah I thought that too, but I didn't think to question much."

"Good choice. As for me-"

BAM

"Son of a bitch!" shrieked Lucky, falling back onto the floor as she tipped over her chair in shock. Under her mask, Tex's eyes widened in shock. She jolted up in her seat as Lucky picked herself up. Lucky thanked whoever decided to have carpets in the office silently as she brushed herself off.

"What the hell was that?!"

"I have a good idea," Tex grumbled. The two of them opened to doors to find what was expected outside.

"We were here first! So suck it Blues!"

"No way! We called dibs!"

Tex groaned and shook her head irritatedly. Lucky tilted her head in confusion.

"Dibs? But we don't sell ice cream here...And since when did the Blues become lollipops?"

"You want the long version or the short version?" sighed Tex, as if it happened everyday. Church heard Tex and turned toward the two Freelancers.

"Tex? How'd you get here first?"

"I was scouting when I heard Lucky's broadcast, so I decided to investigate her AI. No such luck though."

"How come?"

"My AI's the quiet type." replied Lucky with a shrug. Tucker perked up at the un-armored girl.

"Finally! Someone here who's not gonna shoot at us!"

"How can I? Command told me I wasn't allowed to handle guns or firearms since I got here?"

"Why not? Did you kill Church? Cause I did and they haven't told me that yet..."Caboose trailed off as he felt the glare of Church silencing him. Lucky looked at them oddly, trying to figure out how someone could be killed, and come back.

"Uhhh...no."

"Well its about time someone didn't kill me for once. But seriously, why not?"

"I got a court order for blowing up a part of the old base I was at."

"Was it a Blue base? Cause if it was then something is seriously wrong with Command!" Sarge asked.

"Nah..it was a Freelancer base. They were seriously pissed off too. I almost got shot in the ass!"

"So what? Are you like, our new station place or what?" asked Sister. Lucky's head snapped up in rememberance.

"Oh yeah! I guess I am...why are you guys fighting outside the station anyways?"

"Because we're here to make requests to Command for a mechanic to fix our jeep!" Simmons explained.

"And we're here for a mechanic to fix our tank." said Church. Lucky pondered over the two requests.

"So, lemme guess. You both want a mechanic for yourself, but don't want the other to have one. Right?"

"Right." said the teams in unison.

"Well, since the budget causes the Reds and Blues to share a Command-"

"Seriously, does anyone else see how fucked up that is?" Grif interrupted.

"-All the simalar requests have to be shared too. Luckily for you guys, my training included mechanics and medical sciences! And secretary work...but its more of a hobby really!"

"What? We don't wanna share. This sucks!" Grif whined.

"Psh...like we wanna share Command with you numbnuts." retorted Tucker. Lucky frowned.

"Okay, hey. If you guys are gonna fight, do it on the battefield. The station area has a strict non violence code. So knock it off."

"Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do to stop us? You don't even have a gun!" said Church.

"Yeah, but I do have the funds to pay Tex to keep the code." At this, Tex smirked and cocked their gun. Both sides shivered at the idea of a paid Tex firing a round on all their asses. "We see your point."