Welcome to Freelancer part 3Manning a mounted machine gun with nothing to shoot and waiting for any sort of activity gives someone a while to think. Agent Kentucky came to this realization fairly quickly. In between submitting to artificially induced urges Zeta was giving him to look through Penny's armor and at her ass, Kentucky had been pondering something."Hey Penny, when you and West abducted me, I was wearing my civies. But when I woke up I was wearing my armor. How'd that happen?" Kentucky asked.Penny tried to avoid what Kentucky actually wanted to know, saying, " Well we changed you from your civilian clothes to your armor of course.""No," Kentucky clarified,"I meant who undressed me?"Ark nearly flipped over the Jeep when he heard this, then blamed it on the terrain."Well Kentucky... I did" Penny said.Zeta, without missing a beat, appeared and said, "Damn Kentucky, you didn't even have to buy her dinner!"Penny, embarrassed for the first time in Kentucky's short period of knowing her, quickly tried t
Welcome to Freelancer part two"Hey Kentucky, why do you organics say Life's a bitch?" Zeta asked Agent Kentucky as Kentucky walked across the Freelancer complex, his weapons now on his person and prepared for use on his upcoming mission."I don't know Zeta. Why do we say that?" Kentucky asked."Because if it was a slut it'd be easy!" Zeta replied.Agent Kentucky laughed lightly and kept walking. As he walked down a hallway to the Freelancer motor pool, he noticed a Freelancer in tan-colored armor with unpainted steel detail working with a lock on one of the lockers lining the wall."Having trouble with your combination soldier?" Kentucky asked the person.The Freelancer seemed startled, but replied in a male voice"Oh, uh yeah this is um... This is my locker. I was trying to get it open but I forgot the combination and I was trying to find a way to...""You know soldier, you're a bad liar" Kentucky said."Yeah, you caught me. It's not 'soldier' by the way. Name's York. You must be the new guy. Kentucky right?"
Welcome to Freelancer part oneAs Captain Michael Taylor Cadaver awoke, he realized he was no longer at the base he had unhappily referred to as home for six months. He also realized that he was in his Spartan-issue suit with his helmet on and that he was hooked up to some sort of machine. 'Where the Hell am I?' he thought. Just then, a woman with strawberry blonde hair who was about five and a half feet tall entered the room. Ordinarily, The Captain would have demanded answers, not the least of which being answers to where he was and how he got there, but at this moment some strange force compelled him to be kind to this woman."Well hello pretty lady. What's an angel like you doing in a Hell like this? " he said.The woman blushed slightly, but seemed to be trying to ignore the captain. Suddenly conscious of what he had said, which was noticeably different than his usual indifferent manner of speaking, Michael Cadaver decided he should control his speech better. In addition to this, he noticed that his