Rating: T for strong language, strong violence, crude humor, sexual humor, a lot of nut shots (sorry, guys), and sexist remarks.
Pairings: Red Team/Ooc/Blue Team
Summary: RVB universe; With a rivalry still going on between Red and Blue, Command Center finally gets fed up and sends in someone to straighten them out. A former Freelancer named Tennessee.
UNSC Detention Facility-0500 hours
"So...why are we getting this prisoner again?" The UNSC Private asked once again even after just five minutes from before as he had his partner walked down the dark halls of the UNSC Detention Facility. He was a rookie; only been on the job for only three months and was still learning the basics of how to work in a Detention Facility. So far, all he was doing was annoying the senior officers.
Private Prolo groaned for the fifth time as he turned a glare onto his partner. He couldn't believe he was even paired up with someone like Private Logix, whose name did not suit him at all. "Oh, for god's sake, Logix! I told you five times already! We were ordered by the Commander to get the prisoner and take them back to Briefing Room to meet with the Councilor. How many times do I have to tell you?" He asked with irritation.
There was a brief pause.
"Well, excuse me. But I just don't understand why." Private Logix remarked dryly as he glanced at the bright lights over head as they walked on.
Again, Private Prolo groaned, shaking his head. How did he end up with this newbie idiot? Oh, yeah. He'd been ordered to work with him. Ever since the newbie joined them at the Detention Facility, he'd been forced to work with him, show him the basics and help him learn how to do things around there. Problem was, the guy just would not stop asking questions. Especially about the types of prisoners they had there. It just made his teeth within his helmet grind together and he shook his head once again. "Fuck, Logix. I don't know why the Councilor wants to see this particular Prisoner. When we get the Prisoner and take 'em back to the Briefing Room, why don't you ask him?" He asked once again in irritation.
Within his helmet, Private Logix puffed his cheeks, squishing them against the cool metal from inside. "Like I want to get yelled at by the Councilor. Why can't you just tell me?" He asked dryly.
Groaning again, Prolo was itching to just use his semi automatic handgun on his partner. The guy was always asking questions even though he should have known the answers already. "Because I don't fucking know, Logix! The Councilor wants to speak to the Prisoner! Now shut up and stop asking questions!" He snapped.
There was another brief pause as Logix watched his partner from a side view as they continued down the hall before turning down the D Section hallway to find Cell Block D 144 where the Prisoner was awaiting to be gathered to meet the Councilor. "Yeah. But why? I mean, isn't the Prisoner one of those fucking Freelancers? I thought..." He was saying.
"ARGH! Logix, just shut the fuck up! I don't know! And I don't care to know! Now let's just get this over with!" Prolo snapped once again.
"Well, excuuuuuse me, Mr. Grouch. Someone definitely didn't get his coffee this morning." Logix grumped right back.
Oh, yeah. Prolo really wanted to shoot Logix.
After another few minutes of walking, the pair finally found D 144 where they were to get the prisoner. They stopped right in front of the door, looking at the large reinforced steel door and the control panel right next to it. There was a four inch thick square window looking into the obviously darkened room. So it was obvious that the Prisoner was probably still sleeping. It was early morning as it was, so it was to be expected.
"Okay. Here it is. Logix, don't say a word to the Prisoner. Let me do all of the talking to 'em, all right?" Prolo told him as he walked up to the locking mechanism and began typing in the code to open the door.
"Why you? Why can't I talk to the Prisoner?" Logix asked in offense.
Because I fucking said so! Now shut up!" Prolo snapped before swiping his card through the key card slot.
The door rumbled loudly before swishing upward into the ceiling, allowing light to pour within the darkened cell room. It was like any typical cell room, really. Metal walls all around the entire room with a sleeping cot sticking out of the wall. There was a toilet and a sink on the other side of the room. There was only one window and it had been on the door of the room that was now up in the ceiling. It was rather dark with low lights in the ceiling, barely revealing the dark corners of the cell. There were a few buttons on the walls, where personal belongs was hidden, as well as a locker door. The problem was, the Prisoner would not be able to get into it but stare at the contents through another four inch thick window. It was always locked and could only be unlocked by the control panel outside the cell.
And on the sleeping cot was the Prisoner with a thick blanket on top of them, hiding them from view. They could only see the bare feet sticking out from the blanket, along with the black pants that prisoners usually wore around there.
Taking a deep breath, Prolo stepped into the door way, looking at the Prisoner. He knew he'd better tread carefully with this one. He knew the Prisoner's reputation of having a rather bad temper. "All right..." He started to say.
"Wakey, wakey, Freelancer Scumbag! Time to get your fucking ass up, worthless piece of shit!" Logix immediately blurted out as he marched right over to the cot and jabbed the prisoner with his finger.
There was a growl from under the blanket before the Prisoner turned over, still not revealing their selves to the two UNSC guards.
"Hey, fucker! Get your fucking ass up!" Logix tried again, jabbing the Prisoner again with his finger, only sharper.
"Logix! Will you fucking stop it! You're going to make 'em pissed off! And didn't I tell you to not fucking say anything to 'em?" Prolo snapped, as he stomped closer and grabbed his partner's shoulder plate to force him turn around.
"What? It's a fucking worthless Freelancer who's a prisoner! We can do whatever we want to them! Hey, dumbass! Get the fuck...!" Logix was snapping.
There was a rather dark growl from under the blanket.
Slapping his helmet with his hand, Prolo stepped to the side, knowing exactly what was about to happen. "You fucking idiot! You don't fucking insult Freelancers! Now you just piss 'em off! Nice knowing ya." He merely stated.
"Huh? What do you mean by that...!" Logix asked, looking at him with confusion.
Suddenly the lump under the blanket whirled around on the cot and a foot slammed into the Private's stomach, causing his air to whoosh right out of his lungs. But if that wasn't enough, the impact of the kick given to him sent him flying backwards at a high speed and slamming into the opposite wall. Logix had only been able to grunt in pain before slumping to the ground.
Sighing, Prolo shook his head before he raised his semi automatic rifle, pointing it at the Prisoner as they stood up to face them with ice blue eyes glaring at him, in a rather sleepy way. "Cool it, 144. I warned him not to do that. He's a fucking rookie, all right?" He then jerked his head towards the locker as he slowly backed towards the door way and pressed a button.
There was a hiss and a beep before the locker door swung open, revealing dark armor hanging up on pins in the wall. A dark helmet sat on a shelf right above it while thick armored boots sat under the rest.
"The Councilor would like to speak to you. Sorry it's so early for it. But he said it's rather important. Get suited up. You wanna look pretty for the big boss, know don't ya?" Prolo asked, calmly.
Glowering at him rather darkly, the prisoner finally turned towards the locker, staring intensively at the armor inside the locker.
Ten minutes later, after dragging his stupid dim witted partner out of the cell block to allow the Prisoner privacy, and calling a medic to check on the dumb ass, Prolo was know leading the former Freelancer down the hall with a new partner to escort them to the Briefing room. The Freelancer's armor was rather dark with a blue shine to it. It looked like a standard issue of the UNSC armor; nothing too special really. The functions of the suit were nonfunctional, however, just to avoid a situation. It was just a safety standard after all.
Along the way, both the Private Guard and the former Freelancer ignored the stares they got as they passed by people. Everyone knew about this Prisoner. They knew the reputation that dealt with the formally named Agent Tennessee.
Finally reaching the Briefing Room, Prolo lead Agent Tennessee into the room, where a holographic form of the Councilor was waiting. The reflexion of the transparent man merely reflected off the shiny amber colored visor of the helmet as the former Freelancer turned their attention onto him.
"Ah, Agent Tennessee. We meet at last. It's good that you could join us for this meeting.
I have heard a great deal about you. You must be wondering why you were brought to see me." The Councilor spoke in his soft, calm voice.
There was only a brief pause before the Councilor nodded, as if figuring out why the former Freelancer was saying anything. "Why don't I just get to the point then?" He glanced to his right and a file jumped forward, showing information of Agent Tennessee. "I have gone over your files, Agent Tennessee and I am surprised to see that you were never really used in combat. It says that you are very efficient in your training scenarios. Mostly with the Intelligence Gathering specialties, as well as Holographic Illusionary Programs. I do not understand why you were never allowed out on the field during the war. May I ask why?"
There was another brief pause before the former Freelancer shook their head.
"Hm. I suppose it does deal with this side note that was made by the Director, himself. Still," The Councilor kept speaking as if not bothered by the lack of words from Agent Tennessee. "I do not agree with that opinion that he has made. I think you should have been given the chance to prove yourself with your skills and Intel. The Director of the Freelance Project should have at least tested your skills. And that is why I have asked for your assistance. I am in need of someone of your stature and knowledge for a task that I think you would be most interested in. You see, we are in need of someone to go to Outpost 17 to..." He was saying.
Finally, a cold metallic male enhanced voice came directly out of the former Freelancer, "Not interested."
There as a startling pause between the Freelancer and the Councilor. The transparent man looked somewhat surprised that Agent Tennessee interrupted him. But then he calmly shook his head looking directly at the Freelancer. "Agent Tennessee, this is your chance to leave the Detention Facility. It's your chance to test out your unused skills and knowledge on the field? Would you not like to see what you are capable of?" He asked calmly.
"I know what I am capable of. As it is, I am not a Freelancer. I was never used, remember? Besides, Project Freelance was disbanded and all remaining Freelancers were submitted to forced retirement or imprisoned in Detention Facilities, were they not? Did you not order that?" Agent Tennessee asked coolly.
"Yes and no. Project Freelance has been disbanded. But it was not I who ordered the Freelancers to be imprisoned into Detention Facilities. That was by the Chairman. And it was Director's orders before he, himself, was placed within the very same Detention Facility you are in after his trials. As it is, there is a record here of why you were placed into the Detention Facility." The Councilor explained calmly. "And you will not be a Freelancer any longer. We have decided to offer you a promotion to Captain. You will also be offered a salary and you will no longer have to be detained in imprisonment."
"Still not interested. I am not a Freelancer. Get another Freelancer to do it." Agent Tennessee remarked dryly before turning away towards the door. "If we are done here, I will return to my cell."
"Agent Tennessee," The Councilor began carefully. "For as long as you have been in the Detention Facility, I know you are unaware that you are the Freelancer. There is no one else that can take your place."
Immediately at those words, Agent Tennessee halted from taking that first step to leaving the room. It was clear that those words had startled the Freelancer. "What...do you mean I am the last?"
"Just that, Agent Tennessee. All of the other fifty Freelancers have been declared deceased, other than yourself and one other. But I am afraid that we cannot accept the other to doing this job we would like for you to do. You are already aware of Agent Nebraska's situation so I do not need to say more than that."
"All of the other Freelancers?" Agent Tennessee asked very quietly.
There was a rather long pause before a light sigh escaped the Councilor. He knew exactly what was not being said. "I am afraid so, Agent Tennessee. All of them have been KIA against one you may not remember well. Agent Maine, aka The Meta has destroyed all of the Freelancers for the collection of their Artificial Intelligence Units. And that does include your sister's, as well." He then folded his hands together in front of him, still watching Agent Tennessee carefully. "The Meta has been taken care of but we have heard rumors of another that were responsible for your sister's destruction. It has been rumored that he is deceased but I have a suspicion that he is not. Where we want to send you, you may find out the truth behind his demise. And that is one thing we would like you to do. Now, Agent Tennessee, it is entirely up to you for if you take this position we offering. But you are merely the only one who can discover what really happened to the one responsible for your sister's death. We are merely...giving you a chance to extract the revenge that I know that you would like to take for the death of your sister. I am granting you that permission that if you find this particular individual, you may either capture him for us or kill him."
There was a long, unsettling pause for both of them.
But then after nearly five minutes of that silence, Agent Tennessee finally turned around to face the Councilor. "What would you have me do?"
So I started watching the online show, Roosterteeth's Red vs Blue series and I kind of fell in love with it. I had a dream about this story and I was hooked and I had to give it a try. So, fellow RVB fans, please be kind when reviewing this. This is a new thing to write for me. So no flames, please. But do let me know what you think.
Side note; those who are still reading my other stories, I've been suffering writer's block and I will have them updated as soon as I can. As soon as I get this fricken block to hold still so I can smash it. *grabs a sledge hammer and chases the writer's block* COME HERE, YOU!