Many Years Ago
Knight Order University: Science and Mechanics Workshop Department

A semester into the school year found Jaclyn alone in the workshop, tinkering with an old projector, replacing the damaged hardware with a new and advanced technology, and plugging in a cord connecting it to a green mechanical grid and her laptop playing the local radio station.

"Alright," she muttered, typing in key commands on her laptop, "Let's fire this baby up." Flipping the switch of the projector, the light projecte imagine of a faceless, white human model on the grid. Grinning at her success, Jaclyn spun the model around from the laptop window, making the grid model mimic the movement.

"Impressive."

Jaclyn stopped her work and blinked confusingly at the man entering the room, "Thank you, um, you don't seem like a professor in this building."

"No, I do not teach here," Confirmed the older man, "I am Dr. Vidic of Abstergo Industries. You must be Jaclyn Fall."

"Yes that's me," Jaclyn replied, muting the radio and switching off the hologram projector. "So, what's someone from Abstergo doing here?"

"Miss Fall," Dr. Vidic began, his stoic face emotionless, "Abstergo has been having," he paused and let annoyance emote, "Issues with a new project and we concluded you would be the best choice to solve it."

"Me? But I'm only a freshmen!" the Asian exclaimed, flabbergasted, "Shouldn't you asked one of the seniors?"

"Our decision is final, Miss Fall. And we expect no failure when you start working," Dr. Vidic turned away from the nineteen years old, "An associate of mine will escort you from your dorm to Abstergo tomorrow."

"Wait, don't I have a say in this?" Jaclyn nearly yelled, a bit overwhelmed by the news.

Before closing the door, Dr. Vidic responded, "No, Abstergo's plans involve you and we will do whatever we can to achieve our goals."

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"That guy sounded like a dick," The brunette commented, pushing away her homework as her roommate paced around their small room, "Or is douche the right word?"

"Douche, dick, whatever!" Jaclyn yelled, "He was really serious Kylie! What does Abstergo want from me? Why me of all people?"

Stroking her chin, Kylie questioned, "Okay, what about asshole?"

"Take this seriously!"

"Okay, okay!" Kylie said, raising her arms, surrendering her jokes, "Maybe you did something that other students didn't. Like, that hologram project you're working one or your blueprints of all those space ships when I made you play Halo with me."

"I never showed any of those to anyone but you," the Asian stopped pacing and gave a questioning glance at her best friend, "Did you blabber about it when you're drunk like last time with your video game skills?"

"One time!" the Irish-American yelled, "You know I get overconfident when drunk!"

Sighing, Jaclyn concluded, "Well, whatever Abestergo has planned for me, they probably won't let me go. They even control the school!"

"You know," the other nineteen years old started, "Maybe this isn't a bad thing. Right now, we're just looking at it negatively."

"Maybe," mumbled Jaclyn.

Present Day
Mother of Invention: Recovery One

Groaning awake, the Asian woman slowly opened her eyes, staring at the bright ceiling lights of the room before she acknowledged the two men by her bed.

"Hello," her attention was directed to the dark shinned man's gentle voice as she slowly sat up, "Are you feeling any nausea or dizziness?"

"A bit," she muttered, squeezing her eyes shut and waited for the nausea to leave.

"That is perfectly normal for someone to wake up from a coma," he said in a reassuring manner.

Her eyes snapped open at the two men, "Coma? I was in a coma!"

"Please, calm down," he said, "Take slow, deep breaths."

Finally the man with glasses spoken, his southern accent cold and blunt, "What was the last thing you remember, Agent."

Blinking, the Asian, asked in sheer confusion, "Agent? What the fuck? Last time I checked, I was in college!"

The dark skinned man repeated, "Please, calm down. Is that what you remember? Perhaps we need an introduction, I am the Counselor and this is the Director. Do you remember your name?"

"Yeah, I'm Jaclyn Fall."

The Counselor's face shifted in confusion, "Jaclyn Fall?"

"Well, Fall," the Director said, almost sounding amused, "You seem to have amnesia so let me catch you up to speed. Humans are faced with extinction and you became a soldier to fight, but I recruited you to become a Freelancer, Agent Vermont."

Jaclyn remained silent, her jaw dropped and her brown eyes wide open.

"Sir, it's probably best so give her little information at a time, I amuse this is overwhelming for her."

"No shit!" Jaclyn exclaimed, both her hands gripping her head, "Am I going crazy? This cannot be possible, I was in college and now I'm in war!" She looked up to the two men, she setting her hand down and hugged her knees to her chest, pleading, "Please tell me this is all a bullshit prank from the seniors!"

"Miss Fall," the Counselor began, "I am sorry but this is all true. But I promise you, you won't be active in any missions, you would be rather," he paused hesitantly, "Unstable in the line of fire."

"Unstable," she repeated, "Yeah, I can't handle anything like war. How did I end up a soldier? How old was I, how long was I in a coma?"

"Everyone is old enough to fight," the Director declared, "As for your coma, you've been out for nearly a month."

Before Jaclyn could comment, the doors slid open, "You really need to shut up more, Wash."

"All I said to South was her aim needed improvement!" complained a grey armor soldier with yellow assents, his arms currently around a tan with white assents soldier and a purple with green assents soldier, helping him walk. "Did she needed throw a bench at me?"

"It was the closest thing near her rather than choking Wash."

"York," the purple soldier called out, staring at the three occupying Recovery One.

"Oh, come one North, you know it's true."

"Vermont," North said surprised.

"Vermont?" The other two looked at the girl in the bed and yelled, "Vermont!"

The three rushed to her side but stopped in front of the Director, "Agents, I do not have time for your chit chat."

"Actually, they might help Miss Fall's memory," the Counselor piped in.

"Memory?" Wash questioned, "She has amnesia?"

"Do you remember anything of Project Freelancer?" North asked to the Asian.

Jaclyn shook her head, staring at them, trying to match who's who. Mentally noting that the blond was North, the brunette is York, and the one with the helmet on is Wash.

"V," York said, taking a step closer to Jaclyn, "You don't remember who we are?"

"Sorry, I mostly remember being in a university."

"This does seem logical," Jaclyn gasped at the little green hologram appearing over York's shoulder, "Agent Vermont has been a coma due to failed mission."

"Holy shit, is that a hologram!" Jaclyn yelled, grinning as the little green soldier moved to the palm of her hand.

"I am the AI Unit Delta of Project Freelancer," Delta introduced.

"What does AI stand for?" she asked, gently touching the edge of Delta's projection.

"Artificial intelligence, they project off of the Freelancers' armor or the projection system of the Mother of Invention," the Counselor answered, "You have an AI too."

"I do?"

"Yeah," confirmed York, "We got our AI's around the same time."

"AI Unit Kappa," the Director called, "Online."

Suddenly, as Delta moved back towards York, an orange soldier projection appeared in Jaclyn's palm.

"Ugh," the AI grunted, palming the visor, "Did I get wasted or something last night?"

Jaclyn stared in shock at the AI's voice, "Kylie!"

The orange AI looked up to Jaclyn, "Who the fuck are you?" Looking down at her appearance and looking around the room, she commented, "Why are you all so big?"

Muttering, Wash agreed, "I know, right."

So, thanks for reading!