My name is Robert Thomas Beckett. Sometimes called Yellow, sometimes North Dakota, and sometimes Kappa. I was created by the original Robert Beckett to take care of Team Delta, an elite team of Freelancers working for a corrupt company. The leaders were faulty, and the agents were blind. They went Rogue, and North Dakota was presumed deceased, but he lived on through me. I was sent to Simulation Facility #15, aka Blood Gulch, to take care of the sim troopers. I helped them, and when Agent Oregon showed up looking for the Meta, Blue Team (which I had joined) assisted him. We failed, and I was lost to them along with Alpha. Epsilon, a newer version of Alpha, joined me shortly, and we actually were living peacefully inside a dying memory unit, but then we were rescued. We then went after the Director, met Carolina, defeated an army of evil robots, and found the Director. His fate, however, is unknown. We crash landed on a strange planet in a canyon. The Freelancers left, all except Arizona.. and the Freelancers took Epsilon and Theta, my only true friends, with them. So now it's just the reds, blues, Arizona, and me trying to survive in a canyon. Whoop-dee-frikkin'-doo. This couldn't possibly be any worse..... Or could it?
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The Kappa Chronicles (TDC 3)
FanfictionThe third and final installment to The Delta Chronicles Trilogy has arrived! The Reds and Blues, Arizona, and Kappa are stranded in an unidentified canyon! They must ration their food and train, because unknown to them, they are being watched. Vermo...
