Alpha, Meta, Does It Really Matter?

Can't Train A Ghost

The Chairman had brought him to the training floor to train up. Or something? Alpha doesn't really get whats going on. The once broken AI was given a brute shot and a sniper rifle. Alpha put the brute shot onto his back and picked up the rifle. The rifle felt good in his hands, felt normal. The rifle brings back memories of the canyon. Of the time spent with both the reds and the blues. Of time spent with Beta and Omega before he even truly knew who they were. The AI thing had totally sideswiped him. The pieces of him all collected into one, well there was still one that was missing but something told him he was hiding just around the corner.

The training room he was in seemed oddly familiar. Like he had been here before, but Alpha had no memory of the place. Just a small sense of deja-vu. He wonders if a part of himself had been here before. The parts of him didn't fit together sometimes. His memory was shot, something in him told him that was the piece that was missing. Something in him drove him to find the piece. It was almost like a clawing itch in the back of his head. Alpha did his best to push it away, but the more he tried to remember about his split lives was quickly replaced with the need to find the final piece. It wasn't a terrible urge or anything. More like just a slight clawing in his skin. It was still annoying though. Alpha thinks the first piece he had put together was probably the cause. The fiery one, that one gave him the creeps honestly. The others were manageable but the orange one always had a way of making himself know and Alpha wasn't about that life.

"You need to start soon Alpha"

"You know you can call me Church right?"

There was no reply. The previous conversation lost in thought as he readied his sniper. He took aim and fired three times. All of his shots were right on the middle eye. The target in front of him obliterated. All previous thoughts gone. The amazement of actually successfully shooting a target coursing through his veins. The damage done by losing parts of himself and regaining them had apparently fixed whatever was wrong. Either that or the new body. Speaking of, maybe they had just updated his prescription. It was probably that one. Either way it was incredible. Plus Wash wasn't here so he didn't even have to call it. Yes!

Apparently The Chairman had been calling him. The loud speaker just on the brink of his hearing. His excitement had brought him inside his head. The bright hot pain that shot through his body had stopped him dead in his tracks. Pain was searing through his chest and was only growing. No matter what Alpha tried to do the pain wouldn't stop. It wouldn't relent. Alpha's breathing grew heavy and harsh. The pain still had not subsided and it started messing with his vision certain parts blacking in and out. Alpha's fake breathing was coming in a rush. He fell to his knees for the second time. What was this guys deal? It had finally stopped and the scream that had started to bubble in his throat had almost turned into a cry of relief.

"Pick yourself of the floor and act like a responsible human being!"

Alpha couldn't reply, he was still trying to get his vision back and his 'body' didn't feel right. He started running diagnostics on the suit of armor. It seemed the pain came from the neural implant in the back of his skull. The armor was fine just a little worn but nothing it couldn't handle. Alpha stood on shaky legs, trying to appease this man wouldn't be an easy task in the slightest. It's not like Alpha was even a good soldier to begin with. He wasn't fast, he wasn't stealthy, and he sure wasn't motivated. He thinks this whole thing is quite ridiculous  actually. The thought of manipulative men brings back that strange sense of deja-vu. 

"ALPHA!"

"Yeah, whats up?" Alpha is just trying to stay casual. The feeling that this man wouldn't think kindly of sarcasm has crossed his mind about a dozen times already. He'd rather not push his luck at all, not with that clicker still in reach anyways. His thoughts bring him to Tucker. He thinks about how much the cyan clad soldier would get himself into trouble here.

"Train!"

Alpha was still reeling from the previous shock. The electricity seems to still make him twitch. At least he thinks it's electricity, he's not really sure. Still he found himself following the orders given. It took a long time to be finished The Chairman had all day apparently. Alpha didn't appreciate being watched. 

He had no idea where his friends are. 

He does know where Tex is, That's something, he thinks. All the other AI took sometime getting used to in his head. Each one took a huge amount of time to integrate into his own person. It had taken multiple tries for some of the more stubborn ones like O'Mally. For some like Sigma it was quick. The speeds at which the integrated were intermingled. It was hard for a long time. Being stuck in one place with so many voices, so much time spent together. To just nothing was hard. There were no voices in his head now. There was no one to talk to. A lot of him felt empty without the others there. They had spent years integrating, years learning how to get along with each other. They were still together he could tell, the hum of Delta when he was planning a shot. The thrum of Omega when he was angry at getting being shocked. The voice of Beta to keep him steady. The Tiny sounds of Theta to keep him safe and sane. The dual burst and fire of Eta and Iota who kept him pieced together. The fires of Sigma keeping him aware of their missing piece. Gamma who made sure to tell only the best lies.

They worked together as one unit. They were one unit. Alpha wonders if he could split himself up like he used to be. Just to have a friend again. Just to have someone to talk to. He wonders if himself and the memory fragment would get along. If the memory fragment would take a while to ever integrate with him. Alpha thinks the chance of actually meeting the fragment would be small. The fragment could be anywhere in the universe. Now way it was where he was going. Alpha himself didn't even know were he was. There's no way, he thinks, right?