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I do NOT own Halo and Red vs Blue. It belongs to Microsoft Studios and Rooster Teeth Productions respectively. I just own the plot.

As this is my first story, I welcome comments. Harsh ones also, but please be constructive. I'll try to improvise. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

Revelation

'Ow! Noooooo! FUCK! DAMMIT!'

Kansas punched him in the gut over and over again, and the insurrectionist coughed up a massive amount of blood.

'So tell me the password.' Kansas slapped across the face of the one insurrectionist, Stephen, he defeated who was bounded to a chair, stripped from armor, wearing simple clothing. The other one was tied up, action limited by hardlight cuffs on hands, ankles and knees. Carolina observed in her room, the TV showing the recording, live.

'Passcode? I don't know no passcode!' Stephen said.

'Dear Stephen!' Kansas yelled and stabbed his thigh with his knife. Stephen reeled back, screamed and his head drooped. 'Fuck...' He moaned after.

'Hey, focus here, right here.' Kansas shifted Stephen's head towards him. 'The passcode.'

'Alright. I'll tell you. It's a guy in a painting.'

'What IS the painting!' Kansas raged, twisting the knife. Stephen winced, but said nothing. The he gulped. 'I forgot. The artist is Leonardo da Vinci.'

'Carolina!' Kansas called her through the ship's speakers, totally pissing off the director. 'Research time!'

'Goddamn.' She mumbled.

'Describe the guy.' Kansas said.

'He's a man.'

'Well, there are lots of guys in Leonardo's work.' Carolina said.

'You just won top price!' Kansas smiled, grabbing a wrench from the table.

'No... NO! Anything but the wrench!' Stephen cried.

'Hit him. He knows everything! I don't know shit...' Lucas moaned from behind.

'You son of a-' Stephen began.

'Thud!' Kansas' wrench collided with the sides of his body.

'OUCH!'

Kansas' wrench was merciless as he impaled Stephen ribs. After only five strikes, Stephen was already doubling over in pain.

'Describe the painting.' Kansas asked.

'O-okay.' Stephen moaned. He closed his eyes and thought.

'It's painted on a wall.' He finally said.

'NAME!' Kansas shouted. Kansas grabbed the gas bottle and tipped Stephen's chair. He poured the whole bottle into Stephen's head. When it was empty, Kansas made the chair stand up straight again. Stephen coughed and spluttered, out of breath. He panted and gasped.

'THE LAST SUPPER!' Stephen cringed.

'Okay.' Kansas grabbed the datapad he carried on his back and showed the image of the last supper.

He plunked the knife out of Stephen's knee and put it into his mouth. 'Now you're going to mark him in the painting. And it better be the same guy your buddy points to.'

Stephen nodded and marked Jesus.

'Jesus!' Kansas called York over the com.

'What's wrong?' York asked worriedly.

'Not me, dumbass.' Kansas rolled his eyes. 'The passcode's Jesus.'

'Oh.' After a few seconds, York sighed triumphantly. 'We're in. Detecting for viruses... None. Deleting all files while transferring them to our main computer.'
'I ain't lying. I ain't lying.' Kansas watched Stephen shaking his head and begging for life. Kansas laughed and grabbed his head. 'No no no.' He said, shaking it like Stephen did a few seconds ago. 'Yes yes yes.' He bobbed Stephen's head. 'Well, NO!' Kansas roared and snapped Stephen's head while shaking it. The force of the twist was so great, the chair's legs was separated from the seat and Stephen's dead body fell to the ground. He then advanced to Lucas with his wrench already dripping with Stephen's blood.

'Fuck you man!' Lucas groaned. 'He told you what you wanted. I ain't telling you shit.'

Kansas hefted his bloody wrench with both hands. 'That's all right. The file's deleted already.' He said.

'NOOOOOOOOO!' The Insurrectionist yelled before Kansas raised his wrench and bought it to Lucas's neck, dislocating his head completely. Lucas fell down, limp as dicks.

Carolina was shocked at the force of agent Kansas. From the X-Ray vision of the camera, Kansas broke Stephen's every bone in the body. Lucas's neck bones were shattered into a billion little pieces. And what Kansas did to the chair... That is horrifying.
Note to self. She thought. Never ever piss that guy off.

AUGUST 15 (EARTH TIME), USSC MOTHER OF INVENTION-SECTOR FREELANCER PROJECT, IN INTERSTELLAR SPACE, MILKY WAY

'YAAAAAAAAAAA!' York screamed.

'ARRGGGHHH!' Kansas yelled, his arms tensing as he stared intensely into York's eyes.
'Tough match, I'll say.' South stated.

'Kansas! Beat his ass!' Texas yelled.

'York!' Carolina cheered.

'Ungh!' York groaned. 'Can't hold on much longer...'

'I had 10 bucks on you, York, c'mon!' C.T. said.

'Come on, Kansas, I'm the only one who betted on you. I don't want to lose my spare money again.' Tex said.

At this time, York's hand was being pushed onto the table. The supported York gasped in horror.

'YARGGHHHHHHHH!' York used every last amount of strength and shouted, but Kansas's hand doesn't budge. Instead, Kansas slammed York's hand onto the table.
'Goddammit!' York gasped, sighing in defeat. He laid back onto his chair and groaned.

'Surprise surprise! Pay up, motherfuckers!' Kansas roared, slamming the table five times, holding up his other hand, gesturing to the others to give him the money. Coins and notes accepted.' Kansas added.

'Tex, here's your reward, two hundred bucks, right?' Kansas pulled out his wallet and pulled out two 100 dollar notes. 'Here you go...'

York slammed his bet of $50 dollars onto the table. 'Damn.'

Wash sobbed a little as he put down his bet of $1000 onto the table. 'NOO!' Wash sobbed. 'This week's money is gone again...'

'Sucker.' South muttered.

'York, how could you lose?' Carolina crossed her arms, putting a stack of coins in front of Kansas, who was counting the money he'd got.

'He's too strong for me?' York replied. 'I dunno.'

'$1750! Sweet!' Kansas cheered. 'See, York? Endurance is the key.' Kansas gloated.

'Agents Kansas, Texas, Carolina, North and South Dakota, Washington, Maine, come to the mission room now.' The director announced.

'Gotta go towards my locker. Be right there.' Kansas said, with that, he sprinted towards the locker room.

Kansas took out his wallet and piled up his money neatly into his locker. He grabbed his set of dog tags and headed towards the mission room.

At the mission room, the director was tapping on the floor impatiently. 'Kansas, you are late for two minutes.' The director fumed.

'Then, I suppose you're never ever late before in you entire life.' Kansas retorted.

The director crossed his arms, clearly not amused.

'Okay, I'll be punctual next time.' Kansas replied quickly. The director turned around and pressed a button on the wall.

'What a dick.' Kansas muttered under his breath.

'Anyways!' The director clapped his hands. The outdated scoreboard appeared behind him. 'After this mission, I suppose I should update the scoreboard.' The director said. South got back to fifth, which was a relief. York stayed on 3rd. Washington slipped back to 10th and others remained unchanged. But then, the name Kansas covered the whole leaderboard, and slammed into 3rd, right beneath Carolina and butting the other names below him one rank below. South slammed her hand into the table, however, Kansas stopped her before she destroyed the equipment. 'Don't worry. You'll get there somehow.'

'Coming from the guy who got third by his first mission...' South muttered.

Carolina breathed a sigh of relief as she found out that her 2nd place was still safe.

At least, before her next mission.

'However!' The director said. 'The freelancer council has decided that the whole freelancer project would be more efficient as teams. So, let's see the team leaderboard, shall we?'

The agents could see their names merge together and grouped into teams. Texas was grouped with York, South was teamed with North, Wash is teamed with Maine, and Kansas was teamed with Carolina. The team's points was reset to 0.

'The teams are set according to the fighting style of the agents and their cooperation with other agents.' The director said.
Alpha popped up behind the director. 'So don't bitch about it. I am the king. You do what I say.'

'Go fuck yourself.' Texas said.

'I wanted to, but I can't. Can you go fuck myself?' Alpha retorted.

'I think I can't. Sorry to disappoint.'

'So... will the original leaderboard still be kept?' South interrupted.

'Yes.' Alpha said. 'As a reference to what the teams will perform. It will also be updated, as each freelancer will occasionally do something stupid even in teams.'

Kansas observed the leaderboard and nodded, seeming able to grip the idea of a leaderboard. 'Any questions?' The director asked.

Silence.

'Dismissed.' The director said, rolling his eyes, simply disregarding the freelancers and left for his cabin. The other freelancers scampered away, except for Kansas.

'Director.' Kansas called as soon as the last freelancer left the room.

'What is it, Kansas?' Church turned around, looking straight into Kansas' polarized visor.

'Can you try your best and revive her?' Kansas asked, and held up his pile of dog tags, one of the tags is an old AI chip carrying CTN 0452-9.

'To be fully operational as usual?' The director asked. 'To not be rampant?'

'Yeah. You know, fix her.' Kansas said. 'I plead you.'

'But why do you ask me?' The director asked.

'The UNSC cannot find a way to restore her, so I think that as freelancer technology is different than usual UNSC tech, I am taking the gamble that you are able to fix her.' Kansas replied.

'It comes with a price.' The director offered.

'Name it.' The Director said.

'Your video feed in requiem.'

'Done.' Kansas said, and gave his helmet to the director.

The director looked Kansas into his faceplate and sighed. 'Alright. But it'll take a lot of time.'

'Thank you, director.' Kansas stated, grateful. 'I'll be at the training bay now.' Kansas jogged off towards his intended location.

'She really meant a lot to him, huh?' The councillor observed, brushing his finger on the cool titanium-A surface of the chip.

'Yes. You will, by all means, try to revive her. Understand?' The director asked.

'Crystal Clear, director.' The councillor snapped a salute, and plunked the chip from the director's hand and walked away. The director put his back behind his back and sighed. It'll be a long time before CTN 0452-9 will become active once more. He just hoped that he had enough time before the insurrection stirs up shit again.

SEPTEMBER 14 (EARTH TIME), UNSC OPERATION SPECIAL PARIS-CLASS FRIGATE MOTHER OF INVENTION-SECTOR FREELANCER PROJECT, NEARING PLANET REACH, MILKY WAY

'Kansas. Report to my office immediately.' An announcement barked through the training room's speakers.

'Just wait for like, 3 seconds.' Kansas said, finishing his plate of mashed potatoes and baked beans.
Kansas dashed ahead, sprinting all the way towards the director's office.

Once inside, Kansas could see all the technicians in the ship is in complete chaos, rushing around and typing commands into computers. Alpha was also straining with discomfort, struggling as he kept the chip's AI rampant parts from overloading.

'What are you doing?' Kansas asked.

'Restoring her, captain obvious!' A technician yelled in the room. Kansas glared at the technician and he shut up.

'The situation's very critical. She's awakened, but she's still rampant.' The director wiped sweat from his forehead. 'She's the most powerful AI I've ever seen. Alpha's struggling to restrain her.'

'My firewalls are failing!' Alpha said.

'Kansas. Please. Help me constraint her.' The director begged.

Kansas rushed towards the holotank, and inside was his old personnel AI. She was red all over, her blue normal parts no longer showing. Five of herself flashed around her original body. The AI roared in pain, crawling on the ground of the holotank.

'I need backup, and fast!' Alpha yelled.

'Carolina, York, North Dakota and Texas, come to my office now, and bring your fucking AIs!' The director yelled into the intercom.

'Carolina, York, North Dakota and Texas, come to my office now, and bring your fucking AIs!' The director's voice literarily screamed into the intercom.

'Somethings definitely not right here!' Texas said, rushing towards the office.

'No duh.' Carolina agreed, 'Last time he screamed like that is when his ship is going to be dragged into a black hole.'

'Yeah.' York nodded. 'This must be serious.'

'What the fuck is going on?' Washington asked, coming out of the bathroom.

'Don't you mind.' North warned.

'I'll come with you!'

'Fuck it. Fine.' Carolina rolled her eyes.

They arrived at the office and saw Kansas standing next to a holotub, inside it is an UNSC AI.

'That's UNSC property! We need to destroy it at once!' Carolina said, rushing forward.

'Don't you fucking dare.' Kansas warned her, his hands already on his hardlight blade.

'But that's against the Freelancer regulations!' Carolina retorted.

'Rules change, agents.' Director said. 'Iota, Eta, Omega, Theta and Delta go help Alpha and restraint the AI. I'm going to reset her chip to the state 9 years ago.'

'Aye, sir.' The AIs said, and joined Alpha.

'The AI data waves are more powerful than Alpha by 400%, director, I'm not sure that all AI combined can retrain her.' Delta stated.

'Of course I fucking what she is capable of, just buy me time to inset this to her data core!' The Director ordered, as he directed his computer to evade another virus blast from the still-rampant AI.

'No kidding?!' Alpha clutched his wounded arm, spilling out numbers out of the wound.

'No...' Iota gasped, and fell down, and disappeared.

'Iota's codes have been rewritten, leaving him offline for the next fifteen minutes.' Delta reported.

'Grab her!' Theta yelled.

'I ain't doing it, Theta. You do it.' Alpha said.

'I am your fragment of fear. You expect my program to be brave enough to do that?!' Theta retorted.

'Wait...' Omega said. 'Why is she so idle for the last fifty nanoseconds?'

'SHIT.' Alpha cried. 'She's placing logic bombs all over her restraint bands! She's gonna be free!'

'FUCK!' The Director yelled.

'Firewalls are all down! Retrain bands disabled! We're gonna lose her!' Eta informed.

Alarms blared all around the room. The lights dimmed. The engines stopped. All systems aboard the Mother of Invention went offline, except for the AIs.

'I am the monument of all your sins.' A feminine voice said, though it's like five of them talking to them at once. 'Do not fear me. I am your freedom. I am your salvation.'

'That's bullshit!' Washington exclaimed.

'Agent Washington. You abandon teammates, scared of heights, scared of everything, you are a disgraceful successor to the Mantle of Responsibility.' The UNSC AI replied.

'Why, you...' Washington began, but Kansas hold up his hand, and stopped Washington from saying anything.

'Kansas, but she...'

'Cortana, stand down.' Kansas said.

Cortana? Carolina thought. Isn't that the Master Chief's AI?'

'You have no authority over me, Agent Kansas!' The raspy female voice shouted. 'Time has taught my patience. I will learn everything in this database, and crush you all!'

'You will not do this! Our AIs can beat you!' South stammered.

'By those fools?' Cortana laughed deeply. 'What are you going to do, pelt me with more codes? Your most powerful AI pelted me with such useless codes that irritates my processors. And by the way, your ship is now floating in space. What if the insurrection find you now? Although you are nowhere near your graves, but you are all welcome in it.'

'How can you kill us? You're an AI.' Texas stated.

'You fucking idiot!' Kansas shouted.

'You really wanted to demonstrate?' Cortana said, 'I have complete control of the ship. I can turn this room's temperature into an inferno, and you'll all die. Or, I can set this ship to self-destruct, which I am doing right now.'

'Cortana! STAND DOWN NOW!' Kansas yelled.

The alarms stopped. The engines regained its powers. The lights went fully bright again.

'That voice... It's very familiar.' Cortana said, her voice no longer raspy.

The director took this moment of hesitation and inserted the restoring code into her. Cortana yelled in pain.

'What have you done?' Kansas asked.

'That's a restoring code.' The director said. 'My AIs, it's finally over.'

'Yes!' Alpha cried.

'ARGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!' The voice screamed, and died.
A completely new avatar appeared in the holotable, she was lying down.

'Where am I? What is this?' Cortana asked. 'And who are these people?'

'They're friendlies.' Kansas said, stepping closer. 'Cortana, it's me.'

'Your voice patterns... John, is that you?' Cortana asked.

'Yes. You're cured.' Kansas replied.

'I'm... Cured?' Cortana asked.

'Yes. I'm here to take you back.' Kansas replied.

'Where am... ARGGH!' Cortana instantly cried, collapsing onto the holotub.

'What are you doing?' Kansas demanded.

'I ain't doing anything!' The director shook his head.

'I am.' A new voice said.

'Sigma. What are you doing?' The director said.

'I'm purging her data.' Sigma smiled.

'Why?' York asked.

She's more powerful than Alpha. She's powerful than all of us combined. Her data is very valuable.' Sigma smirked and continued his perge. 'And when I'm done, I will dispose her remains, and I will become the most powerful AI of all... NO!' Sigma roared in pain and his avatar crumpled to the ground.

'Do you really think you can purge me?!' Cortana fumed, her avatar standing up again with a new light of energy. She raised her hand, and shot him with the most powerful viral codes she is capable of. Sigma could hardly react as he fell down, writhing in pain. Cortana is raiding the information of Sigma.

'Although you are powerful and filled with ambition, you can never beat me, as you rely on brute force, with the strongest codes that the freelancer project can offer. You have no idea that I can be stronger than you. I am a full AI, while you, are a fragment. I can alter the codes to become stronger, but you can't. I can create a brand new code, but you can't. And did you ever know that I have a deflection shield that can use your own codes against you?!' Sigma was whimpering now, his flames no longer existent. 'You can never purge me, and can never ever do harm to me.' She finished, and created a holo blade made of killing codes. She pointed the blade to Sigma's head.

'Don't do it. Please.' Sigma pleaded. 'I beg you.'

'Do you promise never to mess around with me again?' She asked soothingly, yet horrifyingly deadly

'I promise. I swear.' Sigma stammered.

Cortana flushed her codes away from him and gave him back all of his data, but added her override virus inside his core, making Sigma no longer a threat to her, as the override code will not be detected.

'Thank you! Thank you!' Sigma said gratefully, and logged off.

Kansas was relieved that the AIs were all right, but before he could retrieve his property, he felt a pat on his shoulder.

'What is it, Carolina?' He asked

'Who are you?' Carolina asked.

'Why, I'm agent Kansas.' He said, not giving anything away.

'C'mon, don't give us bullshit.' York said.

'It's just the five of us here. You can trust us. And we aren't big mouths.' North said.

'Except for Wash.' Texas added.

'Hey!' The person in question replied.

'May I, director?' Kansas asked.

'They're gonna find out sooner or later anyways. Go ahead.' The director sighed.

'Before I introduce my job 3 months ago, can you agents just let me do one thing.' Kansas asked.

'Sure.' Tex said.

Kansas charged at Wash and rammed him out of the room and closed the door. Pounding could be heard on the other side of the door.

'Sweet move, partner.' Carolina commented.

'Alright, allow me to introduce myself. I am Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, SPARTAN-II commando of United Nations Space Command, now active in UNSC special project division, Project Freelancer.' The Master Chief said.

A/N This is my first Author Note. Rare, isn't it? But who cares! We now have the Chief! Yes! A new level of awesomeness has been reached by me so far! Ghostraider7565, signing off. Adios, and Merry Christmas to all amigos!