The Visitor

Summary: Red vs Blue X-over: After bringing down project Freelancer, Agent Washington is heading home with the blood-gulch crew. When the ship suffers a catastrophe, he's flung to another world at war.

Ch 1 the Innkeeper

Agent Washington jogged thru the halls of the ship, memories going thru his head. The time spent with project Freelancer, fighting with and against the red and blues, agents Maine, South Dakota, York, all the others.

Now, it was him and Carolina. And Epsilon. The last 3 main remnants of project Freelancer. Gripping his hair in frustration, he headed to the armory and grabbed one of the DMR. Loading a 15 round magazine, he aimed at the paper target and pulled the trigger until the rifle was empty.

Putting the DMR away, he grabbed an assault rifle and squeezed the trigger. The noise of rapid fire filled the air.

Tucker walked past the armory, and saw David practicing his knife throwing skills.

"Man, he's got issues." Tucker said, clearly remembering what Caboose told him.

Flashback…

"He did what?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah. We were chasing this big gorilla that was armed with a grenade launcher, and we ran into this other Freelancer, and me and Washington helped her." Caboose said.

"I'm sure you two did." Tucker said.

Washington was remembering that situation as well.

"What do you suggest we do, Delta?"

"We do not allow her to hamper our progress." Delta said.

Wash slung his rifle and pulled out his pistol.

"What are you going do to Wash? Shoo-" South said when David shot her.

"Yes. I will." David coldly said.

"You guys are some cold motherfuckers." Church said.

"Hey, Wash." Carolina said, walking next to him.

"Hey, Carolina." He said.

"So why didn't you kill the director?" David asked.

"I was there, ready to put a hole in that bastard's head. But I couldn't. It's like Epsilon said. Your past doesn't define you." Carolina said, prompting David to quickly look at her.

"You're right about that." David softly said.

"I'm heading to the mess hall. You might want to get your right hand checked." Carolina said.

David put his right hand next to a bulkhead, and noticed it was slightly shaking.

"Goddamn it." He muttered.

Absently walking thru the ship, his hand snagged on a wire and pulled the wire out of the wall.

"Oh. I just pulled a wire out of the wall. Hope that wasn't important."

It was important, was the alarms began to activate across the ship.

"What's going on?" Sarge asked.

"All hands, abandon ship. All hands, abandon ship."

"I'm gonna take a nap." Griff said.

"If you get killed, be sure not to tell us." Sarge said.

"Jesus Christ." David muttered in exasperation.

The ship's metal began to buckle and tear itself, and fires were breaking out all over the place.

"Escape pods are over here!" Carolina said, pointing down a hallway.

Running with the group, an explosion tosses him against inside a jutting room, knocking him out.

"Warning. Exiting slipspace."

Wash woke up and ran to a console.

"Computer, where am I?" he asked.

"System, unknown. Approaching planet, unknown." The dumb AI responded.

"How much of the ship is left?" Wash asked.

"15%."

"Damn."

Wash maneuvered thru the remains of the UNSC ship, noting how badly damaged the section he was marooned on. Heading to an armory, he takes stock of the weapons in the armory. He puts a combat knife on his chest, which doubled as a bayonet, and puts together several plasma and frag grenades on a bandolier.

Next, he grabs a DMR rifle laying around. It had a 3x scope that provided great accuracy. And with a 14 round magazine, it was capable of precise shooting. And with a bayonet mount, it was capable in hand to hand combat. Putting an M6D pistol on his hip, he grabbed the last weapon he needed.

It was the large SRS99-S5 sniper rifle. Firing a 14.5x144mm bullet, one shot was overkill against a human body. But David remembered fighting against the Covenant, and knew the high powered bullet was a great help against high tier enemies, such as brutes, hunters, and elites.

"Attention. Impact in a few minutes."

Wash looked out the window, and saw the remains of the ship break thru the atmosphere.

With little time left, he jury rigs a safety harness to hold him still and pushes scraps of metal ahead of him, hoping the metal would take the blunt of the crash, and spare him.

"Okay, Wash. Get ready." He muttered.

The remains crashed into the ground, and David was torn from his makeshift harness and slammed against the opposite wall, knocking him out.

'Would you say you have overwhelming feelings of revenge?'

'More than you know.'

Wash woke up, and surveyed the wreckage. It was a mess, with not much left. Putting his weapons and ammo aside, he worked on getting as much supplies as possible. But that was easier said than done. A state of the art ship, or part of it, crashed onto an unknown planet and Washington had to sort thru the debris.

2 full days were spent working on the wreckage, and Wash finally had everything he wanted. With a duffel bag, he filled the bag with all the ammunition that was available to him, putting the taped magazines in rows. DMR magazines on the left, SRS magazines on the right. The food was put in the middle.

"Time to get moving." He muttered.

David left the wreckage and hiked south east. Hours seemed to pass in an instant, as the landscape changed from jagged rocks and cliffs, to smooth desert roads. Something came up on view. Seeing a town, he slung his sniper rifle and walked into a town.

"Come on. We're talking about a gold piece here." A man said, pulling out his sword, and began to swipe them at an older man's feet.

"Leave them alone." David said, approaching them.

"Back away. I'm just here for some entertainment." The swordsman said.

Wash looked at the two men he was harassing. A fat older man, and a younger boy, with a nasty scar on his left side. Wash internally winced, reminded of Agent York, after his mishap in the training arena.

"Funny. So am I." Wash said, and threw a knife at the man, killing him as the blade went thru his eye.

Wash knelt over the dead man and pulled out a pouch. Inverting the push, he saw several coins fall into his hand. He picked up a gold piece and tossed it to the two guys.

"Thanks." The older man said.

"You're welcome." Wash curtly said, and walked away, putting the rest of the money away.

Wash wondered what kind of world he was living in. That man had swords, which were completely ancient compared to what he was used to. The clothing and buildings that he briefly saw also told him of an ancient civilization.

How ancient, was on his mind. But he had to find shelter before night came. Sure, he could sleep outside in his zero-g armor, but it was simply better to have roof over his head whenever possible.

Now heading in a north east direction, he came across another town and walked in. The night sky made it easier for him to blend in, but some people still talked when they took notice of an armored man, carrying strange weapons walking in the streets.

Approaching a hotel, he opened the front door and walked in. Noting how empty the first floor was, he approached the desk.

"Is anyone here?" He asked.

A woman came downstairs, and looked at Agent Washington, her eyes wide open.

"I'd like to stay here for one night." Washington said.

"Of course." She said.

"You the owner?" Washington asked.

"Yes." She said.

"How much?" Washington asked.

"20 silver pieces." She said.

Washington opened his pouch and poured the coins on the table. The owner grabbed a gold piece from the pile and gave Washington a dozen or so silver pieces back.

"Let me show you the room." She said.

Washington walked behind her and entered the room.

"Are you fire nation?" She asked, as she watched Washington walk in, getting a good look at the firepower he had on him. Two long metal objects, a duffel bag, and a knife on chest.

"No. What's the fire nation?" Washington asked.

"I'll tell you over breakfast, tomorrow morning." She said.

"Goodnight." Washington said, closing the door.

"Goodnight." Ursa said.

Ursa walked inside her room and almost threw up.

I spent years in the royal court, studying the movements of the human body, knowing who's from which country. But Washington… he's not from any of the 4 nations. Who is he?