Random Stories I Come Up With

The new Freelancer. (rvb)

     She's not sure how she got to the 'Mother of Invention '/the shitty place that was barely known to the general public. All she knows is that this same place was some super-elite military program where all the special and highest trained marines/army people were. She wonders what her brother would've thought if he heard that she somehow made it there, even though he left by his choice when the great war started getting bad; and the occasional letter he was able to send home from the war she doesn't quite know where he is.

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     It was a long bumpy ride out of that dreaded boot camp. She wasn't one for physical training, she always hated how sweaty she got after training. When it came to gun training, even she was surprised when found out she had perfect aim with a gun. This 99.5% accuracy (and other factors) had caused confusing recruitment into project freelancer and a very quiet awkward ride on a spacecraft called a 'Pelican'.

     After she was told that her life before doesn't matter anymore and that her new name is Agent California, she was thrown into a small locker room with a weird type of space armor. Her armors base color was smokey grey, not too dark to be considered dark grey but In between dark grey and a white-grey. Her armor also had light pink stripes on the top of the helmet and the shoulder parts were the same pink. The pink was almost the shade of pink that calmed you down instantly, but the grey was more overpowering than the pink (sometimes).

     After she was done putting on the armor she walked out the same door she came through. Outside were 3 shorter almost younger sounding soldiers who were so very excited to see a newbie they could try to convince to be their friend. The 3 soldiers (which later she found out were called the 'Triplets') were shooed out the way by a taller more masculine person in Tan armor. "Don't mind them, they're excited to see someone new." The tan soldier said, his almost deepish voice with a faint chuckle at the end. "The name's Agent New York, just call me York. I am the one who will be showing you around this huge ship." The tan soldier whose name is York lends out a hand, presumably a friendly handshake. "Name's apparently Agent California, nice to meet you York." the new soldier said with a bit of hesitation in her voice. She reaches out for the handshake not expecting Yorks gloved hand to be so strong and firm.

     "I heard that you had crazy good aim, some other soldiers might be jealous but I bet you'll fit right in," He says. She could obviously hear the smirk in his voice but that's not the part she's worried about, she's worried about what the other soldiers are like and if she will actually get along with them. All she has is her good aim and weird hiding skills to her name, so she already feels out of place amongst these 'best of the best' soldiers she got sent to.

     York was incredibly nice, always telling her exactly where she is on this hell of a big ship, telling stories of some areas, and giving information about the other freelancers. So far she learned that his group that she named 'The cold states' North Dakota (also known as North), Him and another named Washington were good friends. The name of the group doesn't reflect their personalities it's just because their states are geographically cold.

    Then next was North's sister, South Dakota. According to York, she was, "a bitch". She was rude and basically walked all over you but York said that she has a soft side (somewhere). Next was Wyoming and Florida, Wyoming was just mischievous and Florida was good for when you wanted an opinion/needed someone to talk to and just genuinely wanted a long talk. York said to be careful when talking to him because a small conversation could turn into a 2-hour talk. Lastly was Maine and Carolina. He described them as "The strength of 10 men, actually no 10 bears. You don't wanna get on their bad side because if you do then well you're done for."

     The next part he was going to tell her was going to confuse her for a while. "There are these things called Ai's and some specially trained soldiers get them." Now this caught her attention, how were these created and what could they do?. "They're like little holographic projections and depending on what the Ai's function, it helps improve your battles and fights." I guess he just answered it for her then, almost like he read her mind. "North has an Ai called Theta, helps him with his shield, and calls out when and where to shoot. Even I have an Ai called Delta. Delta's basically like an information Ai," York says confidentiality.

     The tour was over before California could ask if she could see Delta or get more information about anything else. "Here's your room, and remember breakfast is at 0800, lunch is 1200 and dinner is at 1600. Don't forget the training rooms are open use all the time, unless mandatory training! Have fun!" York says while walking back the way they came from, presumably towards his own living quarters. California managed to shout a thank you as he continued to walk.

     Her room was empty, well not really empty just had a bed, desk, dresser, and an armor stand in the corner. Reminds her of a dorm room, if it were in the middle of space somewhere in a random galaxy. On her bed was the box she went to boot camp with, had all her civilian clothes, trinkets, books, and personal items. she was going to have to put everything away sooner or later.

~ (987 words)

Oh, holy shit I'm not dead! Just been on hiatus for a long ass time. I got into Red vs blue and now I can't fuckin stop thinking ab it. like always, ill type whats ever on my mind and stuff, ya know the deal. Anyways, be careful and stay safe. 

~ Spy

(ps. meant to be a oc/sibling fluff with Washington)