Summary/disclaimer: Time for another chapter of Shadows of the Freelancers. Enjoy the 900-word chapter. I don't own RvB, Rooster Teeth does.
(Charron Flagship, Halberd Class Destroyer Staff of Charron.)
Will slammed a fist into the punching bag as he trained aboard the flagship.
Xi recorded the exchange as he landed a right hook, then a haymaker, and a roundhouse kick before he panted.
"For someone only in this war for a paycheck, your taking this very professionally… also? Your file still states you have a desire not to retire from active duty despite a broken arm…" Xi reported as Will wiped the sweat off his head.
"The Marines kicked me out for refusing to retreat… bad orders are bad orders." Will sighed and cracked his arm.
(Mother of Invention.)
Tex dropped Wyoming to the ground with a dropkick before dodging a punch from South.
She threw the girl to the ground and punched her before dodging North's kick. Tex sent him to the floor with a roundhouse kick.
It was then the report to the bridge for a meeting message came.
Tex allowed the group to drag themselves out of the room. The director sent a wireless message for her to prepare for her mission.
(With Will.)
Will clenched his gloved arm before pulling on his chest plate.
"You know you're going to probably run into the armored chick again, right?" He heard and turned to see XI floating over his helmet.
The steel grey ai resembled a hooded man with snow falling around him. not even Will had seen the face of the computer program… it did nothing to dull his snark.
"Yes, I am well aware. This is the headquarters where the target is and they stole information relating to it." He pulled on his chest piece, each armored piece locking into place.
"You mean the same information they got while that girl was busy kicking your ass?" Will hummed and grabbed his sniper before putting it over his back. a metallic snap signaled it was locked into place on his armor.
Will much preferred his shotgun, which he held in his other hand... along with a rapid-fire gun… he would take his SMGs, but William wasn't a walking armory… he had a reason for alternating.
Battle rifles were good, but they were better at moderate, this was a close-long range op.
Assault rifles burned through ammo and were much like clunky smgs. Not good for a close-range brawl.
Nobody brought rockets to a battle. He was fighting highly trained soldiers, not tanks, big and clunky. Same went for laser canons like the SL.
The one gun he did wish to use in the future? A SAW, but that and the DMR would wait.
He grabbed his magnums, put them onto his hips, picked up his helmet with his free hand before putting his shotgun down.
He pulled on his helmet and hummed as the visor polarized over his eyes.
"Remind me to point out as much as I like gunmetal grey? I'm sprucing up the armor. They pay me to fight, not keep my armor in regulation." William marched out of the locker room down to the hall for the warship.
The Staff of Charon like all destroyers, only had 2 Pelicans… he was going with a team of 'Space Pirates', to make sure the convoy reached the city…
Will was going to take up sniper, though. he knew his skills included being up close, but he was a soldier who was very good at guns.
"Also, Xi? I'm going to shoot at the 'chick who kicked my ass.' I would like to see her dodge a bullet… second? you know why I'm doing this, I told you part of the reason back in the gym, this is my other part… because I'm paid to fight. Charon wants us to shoot some Freelancers, I shoot. It isn't like we like the 'insurrectionists.'" Will walked towards the hanger.
The 'rebels' as the freelancers called them? canon fodder, they were rude, incompetent, unprofessional, the soldiers Will worked with were many things, but they were loyal to each other like nothing else.
Will respected the black armored soldier, someone who could hold their own and gave him a fair fight was a good opponent to him… they were at least better then Felix.
"All that sob does is whine and ***** about…" He sighed and remembered something.
Felix, as a damn JOKE, had rigged his helmet so any profanity would be beeped out… the only reason Will didn't shove a combat knife through his 'boss' and then cut his throat? Because he wasn't paid to… still?
He wondered what became of the armored soldier, they'd be on the mission, and they would engage each other again. William knew it, but she didn't.
"Whoever she is? I'll kill her head on… like a soldier, a true soldier… like she deserves." Will stated.
Little did he know the next battle they had would change things entirely.
Author Notes
Phew, another chapter done! I'm sorry for leaving this story alone for so long, I didn't know what to do with it. I'm going to update it every other Friday or so. Next chapter is going to be next week and will show Will encountering Tex again, show off the war for the Sarcophagus and kick off Will being Tex's rival/enemy. Until then, Lighting Wolf out!