Red vs. Blue Resurrection
Author: LLLLLadies and Gentlemen…. LLLLLLLet's get ready to RUMMMMMBLLLLEEEE! Meta vs Unknown Freelancer! Let's see how this turns out!
Chapter 9: Enter the King of Swiss!
Meta 2.0 dove behind a large crate that was next to him as he reloaded his Concussion Rifle. He managed to escape the Freelancer's sight after he shot that last laser at him.
The Freelancer didn't have much to take cover from besides having the high ground. He scanned the area for any signs of Meta.
"C'mon out you coward! Hiding isn't going to get you anywhere!"
Meta stayed behind the crate thinking up a battle strategy. However, while thinking about his plan, he decided to have a mild discussion with the Freelancer.
"Hey!" cried out Meta as he stayed behind the crate.
"What!" yelled back the Freelancer.
"I just want to ask you a quick question before we continue our little fight."
"A question, eh? And what, pray tell, is that question?"
"You see, this is my first 'real' extreme fight. All those guards didn't quite put up much of a fight as you do. So, in helping me remember my first extreme victim, I would like to know your name."
"My name? You mean, you don't remember me?"
'What?' thought Meta 2.0 to himself. 'This guy actually thinks I know him? What an idiot!' "If I already knew who you were I wouldn't be asking for your name now, would I?"
"I can't believe after all these years, you completely forgot who I am. Shame on you Maine. Shame. On. You." said the Freelancer as he shook his head in disappointment.
"And stop calling me Maine! My name is Meta 2.0! Why do you keep calling me that?" yelled Meta.
'Meta 2.0?' thought the Freelancer. 'I've heard him being called Meta, but what's with this 2.0 bullshit? And why doesn't he remember me? Something's not right.'
"Because that's your name, isn't it, Agent Maine from Project Freelancer?"
Meta 2.0 finally had an idea of who this guy was talking about.
"Oh, I see. You must mean my predecessor, the original Meta. No, I'm not him. I am simply an Artificial Intelligence program based entirely off of him. Your 'Agent Maine' is dead, from what I was told. You could say that, I'm kinda the reincarnation of him."
'I see. So that's why they needed his body. They needed to base an A.I. off of his mind, implant him inside of a robotic body and give him all these armor abilities. Though, it seems using him to get the Director seems a bit overrated. They must need him for something else.'
"Hey! You still haven't answered my question! Who are you?" yelled Meta 2.0.
The Freelancer started to laugh before speaking. "Oh, where are my manners? It seems that I changed the subject there for a second. I'll be happy to let you know what my name is. My friends call me Whisky. But you can call me…. Agent Wisconsin."
"Wisconsin, huh? Sorry, doesn't ring a bell. But I'll be sure to remember you after I've killed you!"
"Bring it on you cybernetic-son-of-a-bitch!"
Suddenly Meta 2.0 rushed out from behind the crate and fired several shots from his Concussion Rifle at Wisconsin.
Wisconsin saw this and quickly went into Armor Lock and absorbed each impact.
Meta saw this and quickly leaped into the air to get back on the walkway, so that he can be on even grounds with the Freelancer.
He also made sure to keep his distance from Wisconsin so as to not get hit by that EMP again.
Wisconsin quickly got out of Armor Lock when he saw Meta 2.0 jump back on the walkway. He then quickly grabbed his Spartan Laser and saw that it had only one shot left in it.
"Gotta make this one count!" said Wisconsin to himself as he charged the large, green, weapon of mass destruction, and aimed it at Meta.
Meta tried to rush at Wisconsin in attempt to knock the laser out of his hands, but Wisconsin saw this coming and already pulled the trigger to fire. Except this time the laser didn't fly towards Meta, but at the floor in front of him.
The explosion created a huge hole in the walkway and caused Meta to fall right through it.
Once again, Meta was back on the bottom floor, fortunately he landed on his feet and aimed his Concussion Rifle up towards Wisconsin; only to see the Freelancer leap from the walkway and land right next to him.
Meta swung his Concussion Rifle at Wisconsin, but the Freelancer caught it with his right hand and attempted to punch Meta with the other.
Meta quickly reacted and caught the punch with his own hand.
Now the two were trying their best to see which one would be pushed the other away first. However, this didn't pose as a problem for Meta. He quickly used his robotic strength to start pushing Wisconsin away from him.
It wasn't long before Meta was about to push Wisconsin straight into the wall behind him.
But Wisconsin saw this and quickly leaped into the air and flipped over Meta. Meta stopped just inches from the wall and quickly turned to shoot the Freelancer.
But as soon as he turned, Wisconsin round-house-kicked the Concussion Rifle right out of Meta's hand; thus causing it to slide across the room away from them.
Meta then pulled his left arm back and squeezed his hand into a fist as he slammed it right into the Freelancer's stomach, causing him to bend forward. Wisconsin couldn't help but cough-up a bit of blood inside his own helmet before seeing Meta deliver an uppercut with his right fist; causing him to fall backwards and onto the floor.
Meta then drew his combat knife and charged at the downed Freelancer in an attempt to stab him. But Wisconsin quickly rolled out of the way just in time to avoid the knife's impact.
Missing its target, Meta's knife sank straight into the hard metal floor. Meta tried to remove the knife, but realized that the impact was so strong that the knife pretty much became imbedded into the floor, making it almost impossible to remove.
Seeing that Meta was having trouble with his knife, Wisconsin quickly pulled out his side-arm and took aim at him. Meta saw this and decided that the knife was a lost cause and began running towards the Freelancer, side-arm drawn as well.
The two soldiers were now both running and shooting at each other. Several of the bullets kept missing their targets by mere inches, while others simply grazed passed their armor, leaving small scratch marks on them.
Just as the two were about to collide, they both leaped into the air and made a grab for each other's guns. As their hands grabbed the other's gun, they both kept firing, even though they were both nowhere even close to hitting each other at the moment.
The two finally hit the ground with a large thud as they both quickly jammed their guns' barrels into the other's head. The two stared at each other for a while before Wisconsin started laughing.
Meta 2.0 seemed confused and asked him why he was laughing.
"You're out of ammo!" laughed the Freelancer.
Meta was slightly shocked by this, but he suddenly looked at Wisconsin's gun and he too started to laugh. "Funny, so are you!"
Wisconsin quickly looked at his gun and saw that Meta was right. He and Meta then quickly rose to their feet as they backed away from each other and got into their fighting stances.
A brief second went by before the two threw several punches and kicks at another; both trying to deliver a devastating blow. But this is exactly what Meta 2.0 was programmed for.
Using his HUD, he was able to scan each one of Wisconsin's moves. It didn't take long before Meta could read almost every single move that he was about to make. All he needed was the chance to deliver the strike.
He noticed that Wisconsin focused mainly on upper-body attacks and that he would leave his chest area exposed. Meta calculated his strategy and watched as Wisconsin attempt a wild haymaker with his right fist. Meta quickly countered it with an elbow block with his left arm while slamming his right fist into Wisconsin's stomach once more.
Again, the Freelancer bent forward and grunted in pain as he fell to his knees and covered his stomach with his arms.
Meta then raised both his arms over his head in an attempt to smash through Wisconsin's helmet and kill him. But just as Wisconsin saw this, a sinister grin appeared on his face as he suddenly leaped up at Meta and stabbed him in the neck with his own combat knife.
The foreign object was sharp enough to cut through the many circuits in Meta's neck and caused his to convulse violently once more. Meta tried to focus his attention on Wisconsin, but the knife had damaged his ocular scans, making it hard for Meta to even see the Freelancer in front of him.
Meta tried desperately to pull the knife out, but Wisconsin quickly spun around and kicked Meta right in the chest, causing him to fall backwards and onto the ground.
That's when Wisconsin noticed that his side-arm was just a few feet away from where he was as he walked over, picked it up, and slid another magazine in. He then walked slowly to Meta as he watched him twitch and convulse violently on the ground.
"It's a shame…" sighed the Freelancer. "… to think that I would be the one to kill the one and all powerful Meta. I must say though, you put up one hell of a fight. One of the best fights I've ever done in my life. But, apparently, not good enough to kill me."
Wisconsin then pointed the pistol at Meta's head and prepared to fire. "Goodbye, Agent Maine!"
Suddenly, the next sound Meta 2.0 heard was the sound of a small explosion just as his HUD went black.
(Author): Well that's it for this chapter guys. Hope ya'll enjoyed the fight. Stay tuned for the next exciting chapter that's yet to come.
P.S. Thank you SOOOOO much for all your patience. Again, I'm sorry it took this long for me to update. I hope nothing like this ever happens again. :P