#freelancer-rp

[the-agt-maine-blog]

One thing that Maine loved more than training was going on a mission. If that mission was to wreak havoc and kill as many enemies as he could within the allotted time- perfect. He’d been paired with another Agent though. Agent West Virginia... He’d seen her now and then. It could’ve been much worse. He waited patiently for her before heading into the briefing. He couldn’t keep the bloodthirsty grin off his face- he was excited. He could barely contain himself.

[agent-oregon]

I wish to reiterate- I know that the ‘excess Rations-Bars’ are technically for all agents. But we all know the truth. Leave my food alone. And whoever replaced them last week with a box of ‘Oreo Cookies’; that was cruel and uncalled for.

[freelancermaryland-blog]

((if you feel personally offended that your character looks like crap because i cant draw mark vi helmets i dont know what to tell u. im sorry. i tried anyway here’s all our active agents so far!))

[agentcalical]

“What training is this again?” Cali asked looking at the guns in his hand. The prototype drug he was on was screwing with his short term memory, at least when he came off of it. He was on day eight off his longer off cycle and the longer he was off it he worse his memory was getting. 

“Range training Agent California.” The computer spoke into his com. It wasn’t the onboard AI, it was his own. One that he’d programmed as a kid and updated as he went. It had been a few people, ones he found attractive growing up. Changing with his taste. Right now she sounded like Tex, he having stole her voice patterns from mission communications, though he might have to change it. Thinking of her really distracted him. 

“What training?” 

“Range training Agent California.” It sounded like Tex, but it didn’t have her attitude. Cali struggling with the moral dilemma A.I posed or at least creating one himself. 

“With...what the fuck.” Cali said as he looked up and saw the other agent in his HUD display. The frown so deep the corners of his lips almost met the line of his jaw. “Are you fuckin kiddin me? Isn’t this a waste of funding. It’d do more good to bring him to the shooting range then train here.” Clicking his com to a shared channel he spoke to the other freelancer. 

“You really want to do this with me? You know I’m going to hit you six times before you take one step towards me. This is stupid.” 

“Training commencing in three, two, one...”

“Seriously, I’m not doin this. I’m not even bad at range weapons.” 

“Commencing.” The onboard AI spoke as the once empty training room filled with noise and cover. 

Cali stood there confounded for a moment. “Wait what’s commencing? Maryland is that you? Maryland. Right. Queen Henrietta Maria, aka Mary. Cause King Charles part one told Lord Baltimore to name it that. So that makes you a Queen then. Queen Mary right?” 

@freelancermaryland

[agent-oregon]

Oregon quietly exited the training room and headed for his quarters. He’d just been cleared for active duty once more, after recovering from Agent Maine’s beatdown during a training spar. His injuries had been moderately severe, but the data he had attained during the fight was well worth the risk. He dropped off his bag in his room, locked the extra locks he had installed, and headed to walk the hallways to look for new Agents. It’d be good to get information on them. He took out his note-pad and his pen and started writing expediently.

[the-agt-maine-blog]

The roar of the engines of the Pelicans departing in the Hangar was an unusually welcoming sound. Maine took a second to take in the ambient noise of the hangar before he disembarked the Pelican. He’d been frequently sent on more solo missions after he injured another Agent during a spar. It wasn’t his fault the rookie wanted to spar with him- though he did put up a bit of a fight. He had decided to keep his eye on ‘Agent Oregon’.

Maine never really liked the ‘peace and quiet’. He got restless. And when he got too restless, people eventually ended up getting hurt. He wasn’t complaining. Most Agents would just get in his way. And with the rapid recruitment that had begun recently, the last thing he wanted was to baby-sit a greenhorn.

He exited the hangar and dropped off his bag before heading to the mess hall. He was hungry- he hadn’t eaten in two days.

[agent-oregon]

FREELANCER RP

((I HAVE MOVED TO FREELANCER-RP AND ANYTHING BELOW THIS IS ARCHIVED AND NON-CANON))

[charon-ts]

FREELANCER-RP

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