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@freelancerco
truth: Who on the ship do you actually enjoy the company of and why?
I did enjoy Agent Washington when he was aboard. As for on the ship now. Myself. I feel no need to elaborate as your assumptions as to why I enjoy my own company are likely correct.
truth: if there were no project and no war what do you think you'd be doing right now?
War is inevitable. I would be continuing my research for a government more than likely. My place is in a lab creating life and that is what I continuously do. My pathogens may kill a vast many biologicals, but they are still living organisms.
truth: is there anyone this ship who you actually enjoy the company of?
Yes.
TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
"W-w-who are you?" Wisco asked looking from the man to the shells and back up to him. He had no clue who the guy was or what he wanted. He frowned a bit as he was ordered to fire some rounds at a target nd told not to miss. He squinted a moment before he loaded in the first bullet pulling back the pin on his rifle. Letting all the air out of his body and his mind go clear he looked down the scope at the target and squeezed the trigger. The shot hit the chest as requested. He pulled the pin popping out the used shell, reloading, and ready to take the next shot.
"Agent Colorado. Do you always stutter?" Colorado found it mildly annoying. "I have a culture that could fix your speech impediment for you." He said more of a statement than a question. The bullet hit where he wanted. "Fire second round at the head." The target was hit again. "Repeat second shot." He said and then had the man hold as he moved to the test armor. A frown touched his lips. He moved back to the Freelancer. "An unforeseen variable has found its way into this test. I request you return to my lab for decontamination. The likelihood of exposure is low. I would rather be safe. Please follow me Agent Wisconsin."
"The room is a shared space, which means that one person does not get to dictate the actions taken in this space. If I want to listen to music I will, and if you want me to turn if off, do not do it yourself. Ask next time, manners cost nothing, Agent.” Turning the music back on once more Oak returned to his seat, laying down on the sofa. “My service doesn’t give me any privilege, but neither does yours. You’ve been here a wet week in comparison to some of us, yet you’ve made no effort to socialize with anyone, or to form any kind of relationships with any of your fellow agents. Check yourself, Colorado, before you find yourself up the creek without any friends to call for help.”
"I have no need for help. My services here involve creating weapons to assist in your goals. The Director would be remiss to risk placing me on a mission unless there were extenuating circumstances. As this has yet to happen I see no worth in such needless actions. My location rarely changes. If interaction is desired my lab is always open." He said turning off the music as he moved to the entryway.
Stubbornly Oak turned the music back on, eyes still fixed upon the other man. “Nobody asked you to come along and impose your silence on me. You’re usually holed up in your lab, why don’t you crawl back under your rock?” Making an attempt at a sweet smile Oak pointed towards the doorway. “It’s apparent that your complete lack of conversational skills is beyond help, so I give up.”
"As I recall this room is a shared space." Colorado turned the music back off. "Nor did anyone request you impose your musical choice on all those that enter." Colorado raised a inquisitive brow at the gesture. "Your extended service with this project does not entitled you to presume to dictate my location at any given time. I request you refrain from such insulting actions again Oklahoma."
"That’s all you ever seem to work on, however, as well as things to safeguard the things you make to kill." Scowling in response to the sudden silence Oak sprang to his feet, storming over to a panel on the wall in order to turn the music back on again, albeit at a lower volume. "Silence is golden, but silence means I have to think about things, and I’d rather not have to do that most of the time thank you."
Glowering at Oak Colorado turned the music back off. "Your inability to reconcile your thoughts is no excuse to batter my ears with this infernal racket. And of course that is all I work on. My career path is something I personally take enjoyment in. Such things are possible agent."
And then the smile faded, followed by a roll of the eyes. “Oh I meant in a non professional sense. It’s obvious that you’re fond of all things related to the first Horseman of the Apocalypse. It’s nice to hear you talk about something non work related.”
"I do not create only things that kill." He glowered moving over to where the music was playing turning it off. "There is one thing in particular I am overly fond of." He turned to the Freelancer. "Silence."
Oak blinked a few times in disbelief. “No.. No there’s nothing wrong it’s just that’s the first time I’ve heard you say that you’re fond of something. It’s just… different, coming from you. It’s nice.” Unable to resist he smiled at Colorado, the last person he ever expected to be smiling at ever.
"I see." Colorado thoroughly annoyed at the grinning fool. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You are a fool to think me so two dimensional. I am fond of a great many things. Hence those items I create. I am fond of plague, of virus and bacterium. Is that not evident?"
The sound of the 50 caliber bullet exiting the barrel of Wisco’s new sniper rifle echoed off the walls of the firing range. The mission with foxtrot had left him mixed. The colony did indeed get glassed before they even made it back to the MOI. There was nothing for the UNSC to rescue. He’d been question on his actions and stated why he made the choices he did. There was no punishment nor was he reprimanded. If they thought he made a the wrong choice they didn’t tell him, they also didn’t praise him. Wrong or right it was too far in the past to fix. Aware of that he fired again, but the shot went wide of his target.
"Current accuracy 84% Agent Wisconsin."
"C-confirmed and log." Wisco said laying his head on the mat he was stomach down on. It was the right choice to make, it had to have been.
Colorado rarely left his lab without cause and he had cause that led him to the firing range. The computer affirmed there was a presence in the range. The permanent scowl was on his face as he listened to the scores pulling up the Freelancers dossier. "Compared to your prior record those scores are sub-par. I expect better when you use these rounds." He placed them down next to the man giving little care for his obvious defeated state. Moving to the target area he set up the the Freelancers new intended target, the dummy having a range of sensors and covered in used armor. "First shot to the chest. Do not miss." He left no room for argument returning to stand next to the sniper, which was exactly what he intended for this test.
"Iy would probably do you some good to sho-… Wait." A puzzled look came across his face, Oaks legs flicking themselves from the sofa to the ground in an effort to sit up straight. "…You like opera?"
"I prefer it. Like is a rather strong term." He scowls down at Oak. "Is there some reason for this new found fascination with me? If there is something you want from me Oklahoma you know the channels you must go through before accessing a biological agent from my lab."
Not even bothering to look up because there was no one else apart from everyone’s favorite killjoy that the dulcet tones of complaint could have come from, Oak waved a hand, adjusting his positing for maximum comfort as he lay on the sofa.
"I’m sorry, if I played a death march or something by Tchaikovsky, one of his more depressing pieces, would that make you happier? Are you even able to feel happiness?"
"Yes I am capable of a mental state of well-being characterized by positive or pleasant emotions." Colorado countered. "And I prefer opera."
[text] I'm the one doing you a favor here....[text] You'll get me what I want or I'll drop that hunter out the air lock when I get it.
[text] You are an irrational and illogical human being. [text] Do whatever you please. You will receive nothing from me until you deliver what I have asked for.
[plays all of these songs obnoxiously loud in the rec room because good music for everyone]
Because Colorado was, in fact, human he left his lab to seek sustenance. In doing so he passed near the rec room cringing at the horrid sounds leaving it and to his dismal surprise there was Oklahoma. "I cannot fathom what your purpose here is other than to be a constant annoyance to all."
[text] Hey fuck face. [text] If I get you that hunter you give me something to permanently cripple someone. Something like polio or some shit worse.
[text] I will do no such thing. [text] If you speak to me so crudely again I will make sure it is you that is permanently crippled.
[text] Oh I do train. I train an awful lot. [text] I'm just going to keep asking you questions until you finally crack or display some sliver of human emotion. [text] Otherwise I'm going to assume the boys at R&D finally cracked it and created the perfect frame for an AI.
[text] Annoyance. I am displaying that as we speak at an excessive level. [text] Are you satisified?
