The Ruins of Our World...
Arrival in Blood Gulch in 5.. 4... 3-
Lizzy stepped from the cave into the bright sunlight, then stepped back into shadows to keep from being noticed; her light armor would reflect sunlight so badly that she'd probably call the attention of every idiot in the canyon to her.
Your timing is off, Sil.
Our intel was clearly incorrect. This was not a ( Read more... )
Lizzy stepped from the cave into the bright sunlight, then stepped back into shadows to keep from being noticed; her light armor would reflect sunlight so badly that she'd probably call the attention of every idiot in the canyon to her.
Your timing is off, Sil.
Our intel was clearly incorrect. This was not a ( Read more... )
There was a Sanger in the 49 program, Sil piped up, tilting her mental head at the boy in the bed. Wyoming.
I think I remember Tex mentioning him once. Never knew him. I wonder what the program would think of this development. Then again, this may have nothing to do with Wyoming. Staying invisible, Lizzy approached the bed and took a good look at the man there, glancing only briefly at the armor. I believe this may be our target.
Affirmative. Composing an image of him in the armor at the bottom of his bed, he does fit the profile.
Not much older than me, Lizzy thought to herself. He seemed familiar- perhaps she's seen him once or twice before- but she didn't think she knew him well. Then again, many of the 49 weren't much older or younger than her. And then there had been hardened soldiers like Wyoming.
I wish I didn't have to do this to you. I'm sorry.
Elizabeth?
Lizzy said nothing. She did have a choice, but what it came down to was did she risk her life to save his?
Did that file come with a name anywhere?
There was a mention late in the file that it may have been one of the 49 with a name from the original 13 colonies.
How would they know that?
I have no idea. Maybe they're psychic!
... Thank you, Silly.
Welcome!
Lizzy swallowed, contemplating, then took a breath and asked in a firm but gentle voice that barely betrayed her as female, "Are you one of the freelancers of the 49?"
What are you-
Trust me, Sil. I don't want to make a mistake here.
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"What's it to you?"
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Silently, Wyoming drew his pistol and cocked it to get the vision's attention.
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Ah, hell.
Warning! Active firearm in the room!
Slowly turning her head slightly, she looked over at the man behind her.
A little late for the warning. Ideas, Sil?
I believe that this may be Wyoming.
I guessed. I just have the worst luck...
In a sudden move, she ducked away from her position and with a harsh running push of her feet off the ground, jumped over the bed and tumbled to the other side, reaching for her own pistol, which she then realized had clattered out of reach when she had initially "landed". Instead of going for it and risking getting shot, she kept her head down behind the bed and Spike's body. If necessary, she would use the injured man as a shield, but she didn't want it to come to that. Plans apparently had changed for the worse, which meant escaping and regrouping before doing something stupid.
"Well," she finally announced, almost holding her breath. "Isn't this cozy. Freelancer Wyoming, I assume? Or do you prefer Sanger these days?" Sure, now probably wasn't the time for sniping comments, but it was the only way she knew how to buy time at the moment or anger him into something stupid. Not likely, but... worth a shot.
((Yay! Wyoming in the mix! X3 Things are gonna get interestin!))
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That's Massachusetts! Why is she blue? And why do the call you Sanger? You're registered by ONI as Reginald Rainsford II....
I'll explain later, assess the situation.
Use your British accent to mack them both, but be careful, your sister would never forgive you if you gave her a nephew or niece.
Wyoming felt his eye twitch.
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Poor Spike... he's so confused! XD))
Lizzy glanced at CT- clearly the one she had to have been sent to kill- then looked back at Wyoming.
"Wyoming works for me. As for my mission, my apologies but I really shouldn't be discussing it with you."
Especially since he has a gun pointed at you! Epsilon squeaked indignantly.
"Not now, Epsilon," Lizzy muttered through clenched teeth, trying to think of a way out of all this.
"Your boy should be more careful, though, you know. He's attracted himself some unwanted attention," she revealed, a concealed hand reaching down towards her boot. She needed something to distract him with long enough to give her a few extra seconds. "Too bad, too. You folks seem to be leading a decent life aside from poor C.T.'s hair. What happened anyway? Lose a fight with an angry electric razor?" Connecticut was simply too long for Lizzy to keep saying, and for this poor roleplayer to keep writing out, therefore she had decided to call him C.T. The fact that this gave a connection to her victim escaped her notice.
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Inside that suit of armor, however, he was braced for a combat situation. Wyoming was keen on stretching out those muscles and get a bit of blood. It was one of the younger freelancers. A child by his standards.
"And a decent life, I'm afraid, is a relative thing. It's fatally boring out here, Massachusetts. And I am terribly curious as to why poor Connecticut here is a marked man. Do indulge me."
I think she's reaching for a weapon, Wyoming. And she can indulge you, all right....
One more inappropriate comment out of you and I'll reprogram you to open doors for a living.
That was appropriate!
Not appropriate enough. Thank you for the information, but keep remarks to a minimum.
In answer to Connecticut's question, Wyoming tapped his helmet.
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Lizzy, I believe that Wyoming may be equipped with an AI other than Gamma. The waves I'm picking up imply that Gamma is no longer present, although an AI chip remains.
See what you can find out without endangering yourself, will you please?
Sure! Epsilon's voice cut out as the bouncy AI sent her awareness cautiously towards Wyoming's helmet. She didn't want to break in covertly- she could have done it, though, with her experience- but she did want to see which AI number and designation was attatched to the chip in Wyoming's helmet.
"I'm afraid that I can't reveal that to you. And before you go thinking it's because I'm being stubborn or overly-loyal to my employers, that's not it at all. They didn't give me anything other than a name, a suit color, and a blurry picture that I couldn't identify as C.T. if I tried. Personally, I'd like not to kill any of our endangered and dying breed. My guess? He's living in Red base and somehow got found out as one of us by Blue command, which is where I step in and... dispatch of their problem." The "us" in the sentence was clearly referring to the 49. "Please, Wyoming, believe me when I say I really don't want to do this. However... a living is a living these days. You know how it is, I'm sure." While talking, she wrapped her fingers around the hilt of a small knife concealed in her boot and slowly drew it half-way out.
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Spike glared at the two freelancers from his bed, and with an annoyed 'HMPH!', he flopped over. However, that jostled his head wound, and he whimpered as he did so. Goddamnit, this sucked.
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"It was Cypher's last request. Your hair I mean."
Warning! AI Epsilon is attempting a crack at my source. Suggestion: Maintain radio silence at all times. Shut her out.
...Hey, there, pretty. What's an AI like you doing in a place like this?
Wyoming told himself that he wasn't going to pop himself in the head again. No, that left him open for attack.
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Lizzy glanced at C.T. and frowned slightly, then over at Wyoming. She shifted slightly away from them; that close left many opportunities to get herself shot.
You're not Gamma, Epsilon stated, cocking her "head" at the other AI. I was attempting to figure out who you were, unless you'd like to tell me and save me some trouble? Pretty girls like me shouldn't have to do so much work, right?
"Look, you guys are clearly going through some kind of personal crisis at the moment, maybe it's better if I come back later to finish the job..." She began to stand as she spoke, eyes darting towards the doorway a few times, but mostly remaining on the two men.
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No, I'm not Gamma. I'm humanoid, and Gamma was a Sangheili. Good luck staying alive here with Wyoming after you.
"And I'm hosting Cypher now."
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"Ah," Lizzy said at the exact same moment, her mind working furiously.
Oh, we're a little more dangerous than you seem to think, Epsilon replied cheerfully.
"You know, I think that you'll shoot me either way I choose, so what do I get out of all this?" She shifted her stance slightly, calling up her combat training. If he faltered for just a second she could probably attempt a disarm- that most likely would fail, with Wyoming's many years on the outside- and use that to get in a leg-swipe to knock him down. That done she could make a choice without fear of being shot. "Threatening to shoot someone isn't exactly a good incentive if you want your enemy to think clearly; just to get them around to your way of thinking."
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Not nearly dangerous enough. Cypher said, Files say he's been doing this since your girl was in diapers.
"And Connecticut, I don't believe you understand what's going on...."
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