We Came, We Saw, We Conqured

Command Is A Shitshow

***One year later***

Dead. They were all dead. That was what the Counselor had said. He even had given me Ryan and Raelyn's dog tags. He said that was all they could find of them. They were dead. All the Freelancers. The Reds and Blues. Dead. Which was what I would be if I didn't get moving. I snuck through the base. There had been soldiers here when I got here, but they were all dead now. The Meta had killed them all. So, that was why I froze when I heard voices. There were also gunshots. What the hell? I kept to the shadows as I moved to see who was here. I found Red soldiers hiding behind some crates. They seemed to be arguing with the soldier across the way. The Meta was moving toward the orange soldier. He was going to kill him.

"Hey! Arsehole!" I yelled making my presence known. "It's not them you're lookin' fer!"

The Meta turned his attention to me. I threw up the bubble shield as he shot at me. I dropped the shield once he stopped firing and ran at him. I knew I wasn't going to win a fight, but hell, I was going to try. He grabbed me and threw me at the crates the Reds were hiding behind.

"Holy shit!" one of them exclaimed. Wait, I knew that voice. I shook my head which only caused my headache to get worse. There was no way it was him. They said he was dead.

Get up, Alpha ordered.

I pushed myself back up and looked to the Reds. "Get outta here!"

"Riley?" Simmons questioned.

We can't do this alone.

"The soldier. The one ye were arguing with. Who is he?"

"He says his name is Agent Washington," Sarge answered.

Dead. Agent Washington was dead.

The Counselor lied. He's not dead. He could help.

"Stay out of this one, laddies," I said before running at the Meta. I pulled a move that would have made Carolina proud and dodged him. "Agent Washington!" I called using my voice amplifier, "I could use a hand, laddie!"

Wash stepped out of his cover and addressed the Meta, "Hi. Remember me?" He shot at the Meta. The Meta disappeared. Sarge and Simmons came out from their cover and walked over to us as Grif joined from the other direction.

Wash turned to look at me, "Please tell me you're who I think you are?"

"What other badass Scottish people do ye know?"

"I can think of two."

"That's rude, Solo."

He huffed, "Ah, it is you, Skywalker. So, why was the Meta trying to kill you?"

"My undeniable sexiness. It was too much fer him. By this point it was imperative fer him to kill me."

"Really now?"

I shrugged, "Nah, he's after Tinker Bell. Say hello, Tink."

Alpha popped up and frowned at me. He had quit wearing the armor. He looked like an actual person now. "I really wish you would stop calling me that."

"Is that...?" Wash questioned.

"An A.I.? Yes. The main one actually. This is Alpha. But that's not important. What are ye doing with Simulation Troopers?"

"What are you doing protecting Simulation Troopers?"

I shrugged.

He sighed, "I had one helping with what happened in Blood Gulch. The Reds just showed up."

"They do that. Which one was helping ye?"

"Caboose!" he exclaimed before running off.

"Caboose is here?" Alpha questioned.