The Grey Freelancer of Remnant

Chapter Three

"When Your Middle Name is Danger"


Agent Main suddenly found himself in a green forest, darkened by the night sky. "Strange,"he heard Sigma think. He agreed. They had been fighting Washington and South Dakota, yet now, he was somehow in the middle of a forest, not all all like the urban environment he had been in previously. Suddenly The Meta heard a growling sound from their left. They turned to see, a tall, black wolf with angry, red eyes. As the wolf lunged at him, Maine caught the beast by a throat and held it up, choking the life out of it with his iron grip until he heard it's neck snap. He tossed the broken corpse back into the. "Agent Maine, we must keep moving if we are to find Agents South Dakota and Washington if we are to find their A.I and equipment."

Maine growled his assent.


Not far from the brainwashed brute, Agent South Dakota opened her eyes to her new surroundings.

"Delta! Where are we?" She exclaimed.

"I do not know," replied the green A.I. "I believe it would be prudent to gather as much intel on our surroundings as possible."

"What about Wash, and that thing?" She asked.

"Motion trackers would indicate that neither are particularly far from our position," answered Delta.

South nodded. "We need to move," she said, "put as much distance between us and them as possible."

As the purple-nd-green freelancer finished her discussion with her new, artificial companion, The Meta burst through the tree, brute shot at the ready. "Get her, Agent Main!" Sigma ordered.

Maine growled in response and fired a round from his alien grenade launcher.

"Shit!" exclaimed South as she ducked under the projectile, hearing it slam into the tree behind her. She jumped out of the way as the tree collapsed down towards her. Using it as a distraction, she then began to sprint as fast as she could to put as much distance between her and The Meta as possible. "Delta, what's the status of my shield unit?" She asked hotly as she ran.

"Domed energy shield unit is malfunctioning, yet still operational, though I would not recommend using it unless absolutely necessary," he advised.

South was equiped with a BR55 Battle Rifle, an MA5B Assault Rifle, and an M6G Sidearm, and a couple of frag grenades. Like all freelancers, she was well-armed and very capable with each of her weapons. "Is he still after us?" South inquired.

"Motion trackers would indicate that he is not pursuing us, though, I must inform you, motion trackers have not been reliable against this foe," said Delta.

South had a plan. She would blow the trees along her path to obstruct The Meta's path and slow him down. "A good plan," remarked Delta, reading her thoughts.

"I know," replied South confidently. She withdrew her grenades and pulled the pins. She tossed them behind her and kept running s they went off, causing several trees to collapse behind her.

"Initial scans would indicate that, while this planet bears many similarities to Earth, including atmosphere and gravity, it is very much a different world. I recommend we make our way out of this forest and find a settlement of some kind where we can get our bearings," suggested Delta.

"Ugh, any idea which way?" asked an irritated South.

"Yes, uploading NAV point to your HUD," responded Delta.

Little did either of them know, they were headed right for Beacon Academy.


Meanwhile, The Meta had not pursued South, as they thought that they had easier prey nearby, Agent Washington. Little did they know, the famed huntsman, Qurow Branwen, had come to rescue the injured freelancer. Sigma noticed the extra heat signature on the motion tracker.

"Wait," he ordered Maine, "we're too late." He, as well as the other A.I, wanted to keep a low profile for the time being, not draw unnecessary attention to themselves.

Maine grunted in annoyance.

"Fret not, Agent Maine," Sigma purred sinisterly, "our time will come, and Washington and South Dakota will be in our grasp soon enough.


To Be Continued...

(A/N: Sorry for the shorter chapter, I just wanted to get Meta and South into the story. Fear not, for, as Sigma said, ther time will come.)