(RvB is mine! In some alternate universe. Maybe. Me not own it, only OCs and the severe lack of plot)
Carolina just stared at him as his words rang through her ears. 'At least while I was around.' "What do you mean by-?" Before she could finish, Aro tackled her, and rolled away as soon as they hit the ground. "Ow! That's it, you're dead."
"So hostile." She threw a punch and he simply grabbed her fist. "Uh, no. no punching. That's mean." He twisted her arm, and put his other hand on the back of her head, then slammed it into the canyons side. Canyon sides don't like Carolina. She kneed him in balls, and as he nearly collapsed from pain, she delivered a kick to the face. "Like mother, like daughter," he muttered as he stood. She punched at him again, and he ducked. He punched her in the stomach, and, as he stood again, uppercutted her. She stumbled back and pulled out her grappling hook. She fired it at him, but missed, and the claw flew past him. "Ha, you missed!" She yanked back on the device/gadget/thing, and something smacked him in the back, causing him to stumble forward. "What the-?" He looked up and saw her holding the Fuel Rod Gun.
"Tell me everything."
"Well you see, I was born Calif-"
"About Freelancer."
"Oooooooooooooh." He looked around. "I'd rather not. Cuz, you know, Sim Troopers."
"Fine, we'll go somewhere private."
"Good."
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Tucker sighed as they walked away. "Great, another Freelancer."
"We don't know that Montu's actually a Freelancer." Simmons told him.
"You heard what he said. 'When I was around.'"
"Maybe he just worked for the Project. As a pilot maybe."
"He just fought Carolina. And almost won, judging by the sounds."
"You managed to hit her."
"She wasn't attacking back."
"True. Maybe he's just lucky."
"I doubt it."
"You gotta believe something, Tucker."
"Why are you defending him, Simmons?"
"He did get us to safety. And he could have killed us all by now."
Tucker growled under his breath. Then everyone heard a sniper shot go off and rebound of the Pelican. "What was that?"
Another round interrupted Simmons before he could reply. And a space pirate dropped right next to the opening in the ship. Simmons fired his BR at him, but the merc brought up his Hardlight Shield. Tucker got his sword out and stabbed at him, but the blade just bounced off of the shield. Before anything else could happen, a knife stuck in the back of the merc's head. He collapsed, revealing a black and yellow soldier. "Touch my friends," he said, "and die."
"Wash!" Tucker and Simmons yelled at the same time.
"Nice to see you two alive." Another sniper round hitting the ship caused Wash to scramble inside. "Space pirates found you. Luckily for you, so did I."
"Are Kimball and the others with you?'
"Nope. I'm alone."
"At least we got three Freelancers now."
"Yeah. Wait three?"
"Yep. Some guy with a helmet like the Meta's, except the armor is black."
"Doesn't sound familiar. Wait. Are you wearing Maine's armor?"
"Uh, yeah. W-we'll explain that later."
"Um, okay. Where's 'Lina and this other guy?"
"They went to talk about stuff."
On cue, the two walked in. Not that anyone could see it, but Carolina's eyes lit up and she rushed to hug him. "Wash, you're here!"
"Uhhhhhhhhh," he stated dumbly.
"What a family reunion this is," said Montu. "You must be Agent Washington."
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh."
Carolina let go. "Sorry."
"Uhhhhhhh."
"Way to go, Carolina," said Aro. "you broke your friend with the power of hugs."
Caboose walked out of the cockpit, holding a cookie. That he dropped as soon as he saw Wash. "Agent Washingtub!" Aaaaaaaaand Wash found himself in another hug.
Caboose got a pat on the head. "Hi, Caboose."
Yet another sniper bullet reminded everyone of the pirate(s). "I got a sniper outside. I'll be back." Aro ran out, and returned seconds later holding a Binary Rifle. One more shot hit the downed Pelican.
"This guy has worse aim than Church," stated Wash. The mood was killed right there.
"Hey, Wash?"
"Yeah?"
"This Church guy is a touchy subject. I recommend shooshing." Aro took aim. "Got 'im." He fired a shot, and they all heard screaming. "I missed his chest. Got his foot. Foot has been disintegrated." He fired again. "Headshot!" He reloaded. "You'd think that super awesome aliens with super awesome weapons could make a sniper that held more than two stinkin' shots." Aro walked out again. "'Ello? Anyvun here?" A DMR shot hit his shoulder. "Ow." Five mercenaries turned visible, all pointing rifles at him. On had a DMR, two had Assault Rifles, and two had Battle Rifles. Montu raised his hands in mock surrender. "You got me." All five of them prepared to fire, and in that split second, Aro reached down, grabbed five small knives from his belt, and threw them, striking all of the mercs. "Night night."
"And I thought I was good with knives," murmured Wash.
"I learned from watching you," Aro told him.
"Uh, what?"
"Nothing. Let's go before more of these guys show up." They all nodded.
As they left the ship and took cover by the canyon's sides, Wash addressed the Fuel Rod on Carolina's back. "I hate that bouncy rocket launcher. It's the worst gun ever. Of all time."
"Actually," said Aro, "the bounce factor saved Caboose's life. Because I failed to realize what he was holding when I said, 'Yes, you can play with it.'"
"It shot a green bouncy ball. The bouncy ball exploded."
"I know Caboose. Thanks to that, I only have four ammunition thingies left."
They reached a deep cave. "We safe?" asked Grif.
"Maybe," replied Aro. "Possibly." He pointed to the Fuel Rod. "Can I have that back?" Carolina tossed it to him and he caught, before placing it on his back. "Thanks. Now if you'll excuse me, I'ma go get my weapons." He took off running for the Pelican.
"Montu!" called Carolina. "He's gonna die."
"You doubt him?" asked Wash. "Tucker said he was a Freelancer."
Carolina glared at the Sim Trooper in question. "You were listening?"
"Yeah. Not like you would plan on telling us who your new boyfriend was."
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh come on, Carolina. If you weren't training me, you were chatting away with him."
"ENOUGH!" yelled Wash. "He would survive better if we helped him as opposed to just standing around talking. So shut up and let's move!"
"I've never agreed so much with a Blue my entire life," said Sarge. They followed Aro to the ship.
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Aro stabbed a merc in the face and fired into the chest of another with his Binary Rifle. He fired his last shot at a merc aiming at him, earning a headshot. He dropped the rifle, put the knife is his belt, and pulled out his Fuel Rod. The mercs backed up, because any shoulder mounted weapon is scary, even if you don't know what it is. He fired two shots into a crowd, killing all but one, and he winced at the loss of his precious ammo. The survivor got a knife stuck in his head. Then he heard a round being chambered behind him. He turned, and there stood a merc, shotgun aiming at his face… and a throwing knife in his skull. Aro looked to his right and saw his friends. Wash was pulling another knife out. "Knife throw." Aro joked.
"Oh god, it's like Wyoming and his damn knock-knock jokes."
Aro smiled before rolling over to the weapons pile as pirate fired his Battle Rifle at him. Montu grabbed a Concussion Rifle and shot at the guy twice. "Night-" Pew. –"night." Boom. Pew. Boom. The CR was placed on his back and he grabbed and Incineration Cannon. "I only got one round." He took aim at the last group of mercenaries who were backing away slowly. "Not gonna throw away-." He fired it, and the five balls of energy exlodinated the space pirates. "my shot! I love this gun."
"See," said Wash, "he's fine. He only had that one little problem and I fixed it. Now he's okay."
"We want an explanation," said Carolina. "NOW!"
"First, you should you know my name."
"You already told us that," said Tucker. "It's Aro Montu."
"Not that." They gave him a look of confusion. "My name… is Agent Arkansas."
(A/N: Dun dun! Dun dun dun dun! Dun dun dun dun dun dun! There's youses' chapter. So, Aro is a Freelancer. Agent Arkansas. Once I get far enough in WoC, I'll do a story describing his time in Freelancer. I will tell you when he was in now. I don't know when each agent got into Freelancer, so I just took a guess. My guess of the order (of the guys we know) is: Carolina, York, Wyoming, CT, North and South, Maine, Florida, Georgia, Wash, the Triplets, Tex. Technically, Tex didn't actually appear for a while, so she comes last. Ark is after Maine, and before Florida… Beflorida. He left before Wash arrived, which is why they don't know each other. See you all later!)
