Oh my god!" Caboose yelled. "Did you die?"
"What?" Oklahoma asked, confused. "No?"
"Well, Church died a bunch of times." Caboose said "And we're not saying who did it."
"What is he talking about?" Oklahoma asked.
"We've got a story of our own." Carolina said. "The one he's calling Church was Alpha, then later Epsilon, in a body."
"Wow." Omicron said. "That must've been something to see."
"Not really." Tucker said "He was kind of an ass. What part of Alpha are you anyway?"
"What do you mean?" Omicron asked.
"Well, Wash told us each AI fragment was a part of the original." Tucker replied. Epsilon was memories, Delta was logic. What are you?"
"Oh, yeah." Oklahoma said "He's not an emotional core piece. Omicron was...special."
Alien ship
"Roll left!" Omicron yelled as a green lance of plasma shot from the aliens gun arm.
Oklahoma jumped to her left, feeling the heat from the plasma, even through her armor. It exploded behind her, sending debris flying down to the main floor below and causing other aliens to look up. Alarms started blaring as she drew one of her pistols and fired at the alien in front of her. The rounds bounced harmlessly off the aliens thick armor.
"Any ideas?" She asked her AI.
"Yeah, one." He replied "And you're not gonna like it."
"Shoot." She said, dodging another blast.
"See those green things sticking out of that guys weapon?" He asked, highlighting the targets on her HUD. "When I tell you, pump as much lead into them as possible."
"Got it." She said, drawing her other pistol. They were specially designed, with a larger magazine and faster fire rate, and a favorite among special ops units of the various UNSC projects, such as Freelancer. The aliens weapon began glowing green, charging another shot.
"Now!" Omicron yelled.
Oklahoma emptied both magazines into the target. They ruptured, causing the weapon to backfire. It exploded, ripping the aliens arm off and sending the creature flying off the platform. She ran through the door as more aliens charged up the ramp to the platform.
"Lock the door." She said
"Done." Omicron said. His red hologram appeared next to her. "They've put the ship on high alert. Security teams are roaming the halls, and they've got the bridge locked down."
He paused for a moment, looking at the data scrolling in front of him. "They're moving into high orbit."
"What?" Oklahoma replied "Why."
"A larger fleet has appeared." He said "I think they're going to make repairs. That was why this thing was parked away from the fighting in the first place."
"Wait, they're moving into orbit." Oklahoma said.
"Yes, why?" Omicron asked "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking we can use that." She said. "Can you open all the doors at the same time from one terminal?"
"Of course." The AI replied. "Wait. What are you thinking?"
"Just find me the nearest terminal you need to open all the doors." She said.
"Take a left at the next junction." Omicron told her.
Oklahoma holstered her pistols and drew her knife. As a precaution, she also activated her equipment. They reached the terminal without running into another alien.
"Alright, tell me when we've left the atmosphere." Oklahoma said.
"I think I know what you're getting at." Omicron said, appearing on the terminal. "You want to decompress the ship, don't you?"
"Something like that." She replied. "When we're high enough, shut off the life support and the gravity, then open all the interior doors. Then open the hanger shields and exterior air locks."
"Got it." Omicron said "Everything's ready, just say when."
"Are we high enough?" She asked
"Yep, we left atmosphere about sixty seconds ago."
"Do it." Oklahoma said.
"Lock your mag boots." Omicron said.
An alarm went off, and suddenly all the oxygen in the ship went rushing down the hallway toward the nearest airlock. Oklahoma heard a grunt and turned to see an alien flying toward her. It hit her with enough force to unlock her mag boots and send her flying through the open airlock.
"Omicron!" She yelled, grabbing the edge of the door.
"Hang on!" The AI yelled.
A large cable blew its pins and detached from the wall, flying toward her. She grabbed it and used it like a rope to pull herself back into the ship. The door closed behind her as she sat back against the wall, gasping for air.
"You okay boss?" Omicron asked
"Yeah, I'll be fine." Oklahoma replied. "That was lucky."
The red AI shrugged. "Luck is kinda what I do."