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[freelancer_w]

After that last episode, Wyoming decided that his chance of affiliating himself with the reds was now slim to none. Bother, he had wanted a chance to fight Allison and her freinds. Now he would be forced to work and live with them if he wanted to survive this place. Living in a cave did not suit a gentleman like himself. Especially when a trigger-

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[pvt_church]

Church surveys the no man's land between bases through the site of his rifle from a comfortable niche far behind the base, grinning into the barrel. His spirits are lifting a tad from the turmoil brought on by the sudden changes at his base. He almost feels up to looking at Tex with a straight face again, even.

His grin disappears when his sights fall on a red soldier making his way from the caves to the blue base. The guy's pace is too stiff to mark him as Sarge. It's gotta be the new rookie Donut was bitching about. Slowly, the grin returns. Church has no idea what the kid wants from the blue base, but he knows exactly what to give him. Carefully, he cocks and aims his rifle, setting it to go off maybe a few inches off the side of the guy's head. Once he pulls the trigger, he lets the kick drive him back so he can roll and sneak to another location in the brush before the guy can trace the vapor trail to him. Teach the rookie where his territory ends.

[freelancer_w]

"Oh dear lord!" Wyoming exclaimed as the shot was fired. Automatically, he hit the deck.

"Did you forget what colour you're wearing!?" His AI shouted.

"Fuck lot I can do about it!" Wyoming shouted back. The last thing he wanted or needed was to fight and armed blue when he was seeking refuge from the reds. Even with Finny suggesting violence.

"The last time I listened to you, we ruined any chance of associating with the reds. I will solve this on my own."

"Fine."

"Don't be alarmed!" Wyoming shouted, hands up, "I am no red! This is Freelancer Wyoming! I wish to make peace with you!"

If that's anyone I know I shall scream.

You're going to have to make peace with all of them, better get used to it. Time to swallow your pride, old boy.

[pvt_church]

"Jesus Christ," mutters Church when he hears the man's name. Where the fuck did THIS guy come from? Is there just a huge fucking hole in the sky that anyone and their fucking grandmother can jump in? He scowls and opens his comm unit, checking the wave for Wyoming's notch. "Well, if it isn't you," he spits quietly into the radio, not too keen on showing his face for now. "What the hell are you doing here?"

[freelancer_w]

"Trying not to get shot!"-you twit!"I just got attacked by those sodding reds! That new one has my armour." He smiled, "I killed him and got this number. He miraculously rose from the dead and sicked his sargent on me. It sounds mad, but I assure you, it's true."

Leonard Church, of all the- He cursed, "When you blew us all to kingdom come, I was knocked into a coma of sorts. You're the first civilisation I've seen since my recovery. I haven't been able to contact anybody." He grit his teeth and forced himself to use his most polite manner, "If you could be so gracious, I seek your protection until I can retrieve my armour and get out of"-this damned place-"here."

This was worse then trying to swallow a thick, cold dumpling.

[sgt_goodbutter]

[lmao - haha, church pwnz joo]

[thebluerookie]

Caboose saw a red person walk into the Base, he was standard issue Red, which meant Leaves or Sarge! One of them was visiting, which made today extra good, he wondered which one it was.

"Hi...Red Guy."

[freelancer_w]

Wyoming turned sharply to the blue Spartan.

"Hello. Don't be alarmed, I'm not a red."

This guy looked like he could snap his little British bones like toothpicks. best to mantain good relationships with this one until he could contact someone to airlift him out of here.

Why hasn't he tried to kill you yet? You're wearing the wrong colour.

[simmons2point0]

Walking into the scene from the direction of the stores, Simmons stopped and stared.
"Well, you sure look like one." The cockbites replaced me already, he thought, putting a hand to his gun. This guy did sound a little familiar, though, but he couldn't quite place why straight away. "What the hell are you doing here?"

[thebluerookie]

Caboose glanced at Simmons while he thought it out, "He's not being Red and Blue is the only place in the Gulch to be."

Caboose moved in to look over the Red-but-not-Red Red guy; he looked about the same height as Leaves, but without Leaves standing there he couldn't be sure. The voice was different but Tex had a man voice before her voice filter shorted out, so that wasn't a sure way to prove it wasn't one of his red Friends.

"You're trying to trick me, but it won't work. Red's wear Red colors and Red is a Red Color, not a blue color; that would just be silly. But you're not Sarge or Leaves, who are also people who wear Red. Red isn't as good as Blue, Simmons here used to be Red and now hes Blue."

"You're sure you're not Red? And that you're not Leaves being funny with a voice filter thing? 'Cause that would be okay too. Would you like a Coffee?"

He thought that it was clever offering coffee, because he'd open his visor and then he'd know for sure.

[cappy_flowers]

Flowers padded into the area, armourless, and with a carefree air about him. He had finally gotten used to being without his armour, and it was a lot more comfortable. He caught sight of the new guy as Simmons was leaving, and smiled slightly. Guess we have a visitor.

"Hello there."

[freelancer_w]

Wyoming was going to get up right then until an armourless fellow greeted him. Wyoming looked up, startled, "Salutations. Don't be alarmed by the red armour, I am a freelancer by name of Wyoming. I was stranded here. Have we met?"

He extended his hand.

[cappy_flowers]

"Well I've never heard of you, but I'm Flowers. Captain Butch Flowers." Flowers flashed the Brit a charming smile, and shook his hand. "Maybe you've heard of me?"

[freelancer_w]

Wyoming smiled amicably, finding himself charmed. Church had the personality of a disease, Captain Flowers was...likable. And with the rank of captain, perhaps he could keep the others off his back.

Wyoming smiled, "If I heard of you, then we would not be on such good terms I'm afraid. I am inclined to being a bounty hunter rather then a special ops agent. I dare say I am more specialised toward the hunt then the battlefield."

Though walking about with no armour struck the bounty hunter as odd, it was obvious that he was confident enough to be out with no protection.

"I notice you are without armour." Wyoming brought up carefully. He wondered if others were frequently unarmed as well.