And now we return to regularity after last chapter's PSA.
Dear Chairman
I find it laughable that you think that you ever had any control over what Project Freelancer did. Now we are an army set to conquer the UNSC. But you won't live to see our victory. You will pay for everything your brother did. The Freelancers will continue until everything that has ever wronged them is gone. Sincerely the leader of the Freelancer Army Leonard Church.
"My fellow Freelancers I would like to show you the most recent agent we have brought back from death. This bitch in black is hard as stone. She needs no friends, works alone. If you think you got skills then your sinking like a stone. She can screw Nevada, mess with Maine, leave Hawaii in a puddle of pain, beat Virginia till she's down on the floor, beat down Oklahoma, make Pennsylvania dead and drown, Minnesota castigate, Massachusetts flagellate, She'll bitch slap Tennessee, Utah would be a fucking mess, Oregon would be in great duress, Maryland would be on her knees, Louisiana bitch please. Mississippi it would be the worst day ever, North Dakota not much better, Missouri would be in a strangle hold, Montana's corpse would be getting cold, it would be bleeding time for old Kentucky, Indiana wouldn't be so lucky. Vermont you could use a four leaf clover, New Jersey it would be almost over, she would pick up and slam Delaware, call the meds for Alabama, Michigan would be destroyed, ditto that for me as well. New Hampshire you should bring a friend, West Virginia would be at her end, Colorado would crash and burn, Kansas would be past the point of no return, Georgia would be underneath a bus, California would be really fucked. Idaho and South Dakota you would give up because your time is over, Nebraska you would cancel all appointments, we have Washington's ointments, Ohio wouldn't stand a chance, Wyoming would need a change of pants, Rhode Island you could not surmount, Puerto Rico do you even count? She would pummel down on Carolina, Connecticut you'd be such a whiner, Arkansas would be eating dust, Alaska would be a total bust. So welcome back Agent Texas." Illinois announced.
"Buenos Dias cockbites." Texas said as she walked up.
Staff of Charon bridge
"Alright looks like the Father of Necessity just jumped into slipspace. However we also have the coordinates to where they are heading." Carolina said as she began typing in coordinates.
"Which is where?" Grif asked.
"The space station that is the UNSC Oversight Sub-Committee's main base." Washington said as he walked into one of the command stations.
"So there fucked right?" Simmons asked.
"Not necessarily." Carolina said as she began steering the ship.
"Why not? It's a god damn space station." Tucker shouted.
"The station has no weapons and only three ships guarding it. Illinois alonecould easily take the entire station out. But with a cruiser and an army of Freelancers..." Washington started.
"They are screwed hard." Donut finished.
"Ya." Washington said.
"So what are we supposed to do about it?" Grif asked.
"Simple. We go there and attack the freelancers." Locus said as he loaded his SAW.
"What is this 'we' stuff?" Sarge asked.
"Why do you ask?" Locus asked.
"Look Locus we discussed and you're not coming with us." Washington said.
"It's not like you could stop me." Locus said as he cloaked.
"Forgot he could do that." Grif remarked.
UNSC OSC Station
"Sir we got an entire fleet dropping out of slipspace." An ensign shouted.
"How many and what classification?" The captain asked.
"We're seeing about 3. One Paris class heavy frigate and 2 alien corvettes." The ensign answered.
Father of Necessity Bridge
"V do it." Illinois said.
"Right away." V said in perfect English.
"Spectre I assume you will be part of the group that deals with the Reds and Blues when they arrive?" Illinois asked the mercenary who had helped break out the Freelancers.
"Believe me I have been waiting for this." Spectre said as he started walking out of the bridge.
"Launch all pods." Illinois shouted.
"Yes sir." A tactical officer said.
UNSC OSC Station 1 hour later
Control Center
"So Winston Hargrove. We meet at last." Illinois said as he walked into the room.
"Agent Illinois. I am surprised by the fact that you got the aliens to assist you in this endeavor. But you must know it is futile. The UNSC will be on their way with a full fleet at this point." Winston said.
"You are wrong about that. The UNSC has its hands full dealing with the all-out attack I had the aliens begin. The UNSC will fall and the Galactic Federation will rise." Illinois said before shooting Winston.
"Sir the Staff of Charon is coming closer." Alaska
"Send all the Freelancers but the ones I have selected out to the front lines and send the two corvettes there as well." Illinois
"Alright sir." Alaska said as she left the bridge.
"Meta, Tex, Spectre, O, M, I. Get into positions." Illinois said.
"Yes sir." They all replied at once.
"Rho, Zeta take control of two Manti." Illinois ordered.
"Yes sir." Rho and Zeta replied.
"Upsilon take control of the Mantis Mk-3." Illinois ordered.
"Finally. Revenge." Upsilon replied.
"Gamma you handle security." Illinois said.
"O-o-o-on it." Gamma said.
"Sigma, Omega. You two know who to help." Illinois said.
"Of course." Sigma replied
"Psi go and help O and M." Illinois ordered.
"Understood." A red version of Omega replied.
"Omicron you begin tactical sequences." Illinois said.
"At once." A yellow version of Sigma said.
Staff of Charon Hangar
"Coming up on the station." Carolina said while putting on a thruster pack.
"So where are we coming out of slipspace?" Grif asked.
"About 10 klicks in front of the Father of Necessity." Carolina said.
"So you're planning in smashing into it?" Simmons asked nervously.
"Just get your thruster packs ready." Carolina said as she prepared to jump out of the hangar.
"And don't end up like Georgia." Palomo remarked.
"Would somebody please tell me what happened to Georgia?" Washington shouted.
"You don't want to know." Bitters said.
UNSC OSC Station
"Sir Staff of Charon exiting slipspace." A technical officer said.
"Good the Reds and Blues play right into my hand." Illinois said as he clenched his fist.
"Oh no." The technical officer said as he saw the Staff of Charon smash into and explode the Father of Necessity.
"No matter inform all troops to let the Reds and Blues pass." Illinois said as he walked to the direct center of the station.
"Yes sir." The technical officer said.
UNSC OSC Station Hangar
"And nobody is shooting at us." Grif said after smashing into the floor of the hangar.
"Do we just walk through?" Simmons asked.
"Fine idea. Grif test it out." Sarge said before pushing Grif into the middle of the hangar,
"Hey it's completely fine." Grif said once he walked to the other end of the hangar.
"Weird." Simmons said as they all entered the next room.
"Hold it right there" A voice shouted.
"Of course." Grif sighed.
Alright so things are wrapping up. The next chapter is going to be the last one. Also at the end of it will be a fan Q&A. So if you have any questions ask them now. And make sure to review.