“So tell me again Simmons, why are we here?”
“What do you mean why are we here, it’s because of that guy Agent Washington had told us about.” Simmons replied, slightly exasperated by the repeated asking of this question.
“Still doesn’t explain why I’m still here with you, Sarge, a comatose Donut, and that blue guy he told us to take care of,”
“Oh no fire, that’s bad. Bad fire! Bad fire go away!”
“What, Caboose? He’s fine…”
“Please stop burning, Nothing else burn!”
“Grif! Simmons! Front and center on the double!”
The two red soldiers looked over to see Sarge coming up to them, having just finished some simulated situations from inside the holographic chamber he had Lopez build under the base.
“Yes Sarge?” Simmons replied in his typical manner, Grif rolling his eyes as Sarge noticed smoke coming out from the blue base at the other side of the canyon.
“Oh God, now I’m burning! That’s much worse than other things burning!”
“I was going to say that I may have just figured out a way to make our car indestructible, but I think the blue over there is on fire.”
Before either soldier could say anything else, the sound of some kind of small air-craft began to wind over the canyon walls over the blue-base.
“Come on, Damnit, hold together!!”
“Are you sure we going to land?”
“Just stay calm, Dawn, we’ll make it.”
“Look out!!” the green-armored one cried as the hornet they had commandeered smacked into a tree, sending it spinning over the valley, crash-landing across the way to the right of the reds base… from their point of view, at least.
“Oh god, why does it keep chasing me!?”
The desperate blue jumped into the river, sighing with a relaxing “ahh”, letting the river take him down some ways before getting up, the sound the of a crash making his head turn toward a hornet that went down next to the big wall, close by to red base.
“Oh no, people are hurt!!” he said in a shocked tone, running toward the wreck, the reds doing the same.
“Well, Caboose isn’t on fire anymore... what the hell was that?”
“We’ll find out soon enough, Simmons… Grif! Get the jeep!”
Grif shrugged, following his commanding officer’s orders just so he could avoid carrying his out of shape legs all the way over to the crash-site. Meanwhile, Caboose had reached the hornet, looking around for anyone who had survived the crash.
“Hello, anyone there?”
He heard the sound of someone moaning, his eyes glancing toward someone stuck inside the cockpit, a female soldier wearing similar armor to the man who had tasked him with taking care of the little unit that they had taken from a super-secret place. Before he could approach and try to help however, another female’s voice called out, panicked and pained as the reds made it to the wreck as well.
“Maria!! Can you hear me?!?”
The other groaned as she looked up to see a soldier attempting to remove the cockpit door from over her, a weak tilt of the head, confused by who this person was.
“Dawn, is that you?”
“It’s afternoon,” Caboose replied as he managed to loosen the hatch enough to get it to open, Sarge approaching the wreck, his trigger finger itching to shoot something, but he flipped the safety on as he noticed a green-armored soldier running toward Caboose.
Dawn didn’t even notice the other as she smashed right into him, landing on top of him in an awkward position, the other taking a moment to realize that one, he had been knocked over, and two, this person who knocked him over had the same helmet.
“What? Are you my twin?” he asked in a bewildered tone of voice, the other looking at him with the same question in mind, but another voice spoke up to prevent unnecessary dialogue from distracting her from what she was going to do.
“No soldier, this is not your twin.” A small glowing figure of a young girl appeared on Dawn’s shoulder, shaking her head as she pointed to Maria, whom had managed to get out of the cockpit and onto her knees, still in shock from the crash.
“We must check on Maria and assess our situation.”
“Right,” Dawn said, getting off of Caboose, her HUD scanning Maria’s vitals as she approached her, the A.I noticing two red soldiers approaching them.
“What the heck happened here?” Simmons questioned openly, Grif cutting him off as he drove up in the jeep.
“They just crashed their hornet, dumbass, what else does it look like?”
“Are you two ladies okay?” Sarge asked, cutting the other two’s bickering short as Dawn took off Maria’s helmet, a mop of red hair and piercing green eyes looking up to the soldiers who had found them.
“Does it look like it, old man?”
“Ouch, and we came all the way over here just for that?”
“Maria,” Dawn moaned in response to her comment, the A.I speaking on their behalf.
“Maria requires only minor medical attention soldier, a medi-kit would do fine.”
“Wait… are you one of those A.I fragment-things?”
The figure looked at Simmons with a piercing look, shocked by the words that came out of his mouth.
“How do you know that?” Maria asked, getting up as Grif approached her with the requested kit, Caboose speaking up, looking at Dawn as she took off her helmet.
“Because Agent Washingtub told us about it,”
“Yeah… that guy.”
Maria looked at him, dumb-founded by the revelation, Dawn looking at him as well, the A.I on her also confused, Simmons taking note of it all.
“I guess we have some explaining to do, huh?”
“Yes Simmons, I think we have to tell a story... a really long one, at that.”
“Sir, it appears everything is falling into place.”
“Good. Now all we need is our newest weapon.”
The councilor nodded, a camera feed from one of the lab floors in the facility zooming down onto a cryo-pod containing a soldier in armor unlike anything they have used before, the strip down the middle of its helmet suddenly glowing red, the pod beginning to open.
“Rise, Artemis. I have work for you.”