A violet armored woman took off her helmet to show her face as she spoke. "Agent Alaska, the supplies have been recovered. The Red base is secure. Should we make introductions to the current residents?"

"Yes. Father, could you?" Holly, or Agent Alaska, looked to Sarge, who was holding his crying wife, whom he had not seen in years.

"What? Oh, yes. That one in the maroon is Simmons, the orange one is Grif, and the pink one-"

"Lightish Red!" the group corrected him.

"Whatever, lightish red one is Donut." Sarge plowed on, uncaring of the situation. He had hoped his reunion with his family would have been a happier one. He stroked a gray streak through Betty's golden hair.

Simmons took charge from there. "It would be best if we set up a connection with the Blues, can someone go down there to establish information and quarters?"

"I can with Holly," the violet armored woman spoke. Her mocha skin was clear, but showed signs of stress, evident by the fear in her chocolate brown eyes. "Captain Lois Greenberg, at your service."

"Thank you, Lois, but I can do that myself," Holly pointed her towards a few female soldiers trying to gather the shards of their civilization. "Can you go help those people? They have to get the quarters up and the fields established. After all, we can't depend on Command bringing us any more of anything. We have to start from scratch." She marched down to Blue Base, finding only a dark blue soldier standing at his post.

"Hello?" Holly called. "Is there anyone here I can talk to? I am Freelancer Alaska, er, Holly Sarge."

"Hello, Ms. Alaska. I'm Michael J. Caboose, but you can just call me Caboose." the blue soldier seemed... strange. Like a child in a man's body. "I can talk to you. How was your day?"

Holly rolled with it. This was the military, not a science laboratory, she shouldn't expect everyone to speak with a great vocabulary. Or IQ. "Pretty crappy, actually. All these people have come here, because Earth has been taken over by the aliens."

"Well that's not very nice of them." Caboose seemed honestly irritated. "Can we help some of the fleeing people?"

"Yes, that was just what I was coming here to ask you about." Holly liked where this was going. Maybe the war wasn't as bad as the Freelancer Program had designed it to be. Perhaps all of these people could establish a successful colony and survive. "We have about five people that need a place to live, and we already have five people living at the Red base."

"I think that can be arranged." Caboose looked into the open doorway of the base. "HEY CHURCH! THERE'S A LADY HERE THAT NEEDS HELP!"

"I can help her!" called back a voice. "Bow chicka bow wow..."

"Shut up, Tucker!" another voice called. A soldier with raven black hair and cyan armor stepped out into the daylight.

"Director..." Holly breathed. "It...It's been so long." she ripped her helmet off, and her golden hair fell to frame her moon shaped face. Her eyes were so blue they appeared violet, and her lips parted in recognition. She knew that face. That was her Director. She stood straight as possible. "Sir. Agent Alaska, at your service. It's been a long time, Director. It's good to see you in good health."