Medical Station Eternal Shield

In orbit around Devi VII

0415 Earth Standard Time

2 Days Ago

"Alright dude, no sweat. We'll get that shuttle to you in no time with no crime. We'll see ya around, yo." Vic killed the communication and leaned back in his chair. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Jeez, I hate this new post. A stupid medical station. You'd think that command would give me a better post after all I did with those Red and Blue guys. Oh well, at least I got a radio job. He looked up at the clock and saw it was time for him to leave. "Well, quitting time. Maybe I'll go check out the karaoke scene. Find me a nice chick to see and show her how old Vic rolls." He got up from his console and walked off to where the station had a recreation facility.

As he walked down the hall, the lights suddenly shut down. Vic looked around trying to find out what happened. Must be a power outage. No worries yo. Vic has some lights in his crib. He memorized the area from before and quickly found his way back to his quarters. He searched around and found a flashlight. But just as he found it, the lights came back on. Man, I go through all the trouble and for nothing. A voice spoke from behind him. "Hello Vic."

Vic spun around and saw a large man in Spartan armor by the door, red with black trim. The Spartan walked up to the radio operator. Vic swallowed and finally found his voice. "Yo man, how did you get in my crib? Who are you?"

The man rolled his head. "You can call me...Alaska. You have information I need, Vic."

"Like what man? I can show you how ta party and how to get some hot chicks." However, the last part was cut off when the man punched Vic hard in the stomach, sending him to the floor. As Vic gasped for air, Alaska picked him up and pushed him to the wall. "Now Vic. We can do this several ways. I'm going to ask you questions. If you answer them truly, then everything will be fine. If not, well, I just hope the doctors will be able to fix your fingers and face when we're done here."

Vic became scared. This guy was serious and wanted to know whatever it was he knew, and he was no push over. Alaska leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. "Now then Vic, let's get started, shall we? You were in contact with a command for a group of simulation troopers. Is that correct?"

"Y...yeah man. I was."

"Very good. Now then, during that time, you sent a Freelancer by the name of Texas to the simulated battle area. Is that correct as well?"

Vic nodded. Alaska continued to speak. "I want to know who it was that called in the Freelancer, and where they are stationed."

"Look man, I don't know who did it. I just work a radio." Alaska was fast. In the blink of an eye, he was over Vic while he was on his knees in pain, one of his fingers broken and crushed in the Spartan's armored hand.

"Sorry Vic, but that is the wrong answer. You know who called in the Freelancer, and you know where they are. Tell me."

Vic looked up. "A...alright. His name...is Tucker. Last I knew...they were at Blood Gulch."

Alaska loosened his grip. "Good. That wasn't so hard, was it? Last question. Have you had any contact with other Freelancers besides Agent Texas?" After Vic shook his head, Alaska let go and stood up. "Thank you Vic. You have been very helpful." He picked Vic up and stood him straight. "I just have a bit of bad news. I'm afraid Karaoke Night is canceled."

All Vic saw was a blur and then he saw red covering his vision. Everything went black and Vic slumped to the floor as Alaska put his pistol away.

Alaska sat in his ship as it departed the station. "Was that really necessary, Omicron? We got the primary target. The others were innocent." Omicron spoke to him in his helmet. "It is possible he disclosed information to the others there. It is simple quarantine procedure."

Alaska looked back and watched as the medical station went up in a series of explosions that he set. "Right. Quarantine." He looked ahead at the emptiness of space. "Have you ran through the information we got from that guy?"

"I have. Blood Gulch was a box canyon with two bases built in it that served as a simulation battle area."

"Why on earth would anyone build a base there? Those guys would have gone insane."

"Regardless of what happened, the simulation troopers have moved around. They now reside back in Blood Gulch. Washington is there. A course has been laid in and we are on our way there."

Alaska leaned back in his chair. "Let me see the data on the simulation troops there." As he spoke, a screen appeared showing all the data he needed. Names, psychological profiles, background history, everything.

Alaska sighed and touched his helmet with his fingers. "Taking out simulation troopers. I almost feel bad for them."