Surakie suto yoh?

“Epsilon, there you are, what the hell is going on?!” She turned to look at him. She knew none of this was real, but it still pained her greatly to see everyone die in front of her. Everyone she cared about. “Get me out of here Epsilon, how do we get out?” She thought it was the real Epsilon.

“Don’t say goodbye.” A soft female voice whispered to Epsilon, fast fading. “I hate goodbyes.”

“Prep the AI unit.” The male voice spoke again. “He’s breaking.”

Meanwhile, with Carolina, the illusion Epsilon spoke to her.

“I can’t Carolina. You keep pushing me too hard!” He shouted despairingly at her. “You can’t save us without me, and I can’t... go on like this....”

He shattered into a million shards of light, fading from view.

“Carolina!” It was Tucker. “You have to help us! Wash is down!” He gestured to a now injured Wash, who was bleeding out. “I dunno how much longer we’ll last!”

Carolina raised her gun and was about to say something in response when she was suddenly falling. She grabbed onto the ledge only for it to break and she continued her fall. She turned over and looked down, her arms out watching the ground approach her

In both testing grounds, the world blurred into complete static. In epsilon’s the male voice kept speaking.

“Agent Texas. Agent Texas has died.”

Epsilon turned around, trying to find her.

In Epsilon’s testing ground, everything exploded into static. Then another voice, male this time, spoke.

“Agent Washington and another have died.”

In Carolina’s testing grounds, she was confronted no less by Sigma.

“Agent Maine and I are grateful for your sacrifice, Carolina.” The fiery AI told her. “Without it, we could never have become the Meta.”

And the ghostly apparition of Agent Maine, now the Meta, burst through Sigma’s hologram with a growl, before he burst into flames and everything seemed to get cold and go into freefall...

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

“There has been a war on this planet for many years.” He explained to Simmons. “Both factions fighting for my Creator’s gifts. Then, one of my temples was desecrated and tampered with. I had suspected one of the warring factions; however, this seems more befitting of these… Pirates.”

The AI hummed softly.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

“There has been a war on this planet for many years.” He explained to Simmons. “Both factions fighting for my Creator’s gifts. Then, one of my temples was desecrated and tampered with. I had suspected one of the warring factions; however, this seems more befitting of these... Pirates.”

The AI hummed softly.

“Hey, Carolina.” York.

But he wasn’t alone. All the top deceased Freelancers flanked him on the pedestal: Maine, Wyoming, the Twins, even CT. All staring. Waiting. For what, who knew?

Meanwhile, with Epsilon, the static increased. Then…

Slowly but surely, each Freelancer died, finally ending with Maine’s death. Each lay in a pool of their own blood, before a fire appeared around both their corpses and Carolina.

“You run, Agent Carolina. But we will claim you too. Very soon.” A soft spoken, yet menacing, voice spoke from behind the former Freelancer.

Back with Epsilon...

The AI did not show himself to this newcomer, but he merely observed her from hiding, as he had done with everyone else who had come here.

“You…” He spoke with the same voice that had boomed at the start of all this. “You are not a true warrior…”

The hologram shifted closer to Girlie, looking down at her.

It was here he finally physically manifested himself.

“You are not the Warrior I seek, and therefore not worthy of the gifts I posses.” Santa stated matter of factly. “However... you have been through much. While you are not the one I am searching for, you are still a warrior in your own right, and there is one gift I shall impart upon you...”

The alien AI stared down at Girlie.

“Hey, Carolina.” York.

But he wasn’t alone. All the top deceased Freelancers flanked him on the pedestal: Maine, Wyoming, the Twins, even CT. All staring. Waiting. For what, who knew?

Meanwhile, with Epsilon, the static increased. Then...

No matter. He would test them both in fire soon enough. He gazed into their memories... of which there was a lot. A lot of fear, doubt, darkness... all this, and more, he drew up.

For Epsilon, he brought up the static from when he had ‘self-destructed’ from all the tortured he held memory of. For Carolina... oh, for Carolina...

The AI did not show himself to this newcomer, but he merely observed her from hiding, as he had done with everyone else who had come here.

“You...” He spoke with the same voice that had boomed at the start of all this. “You are not a true warrior...”

The hologram shifted closer to Girlie, looking down at her.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

The AI did not show himself to this newcomer, but he merely observed her from hiding, as he had done with everyone else who had come here.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.

From the shadows, the alien AI observed the maroon soldier. It’s voice echoed in the dreamscape.