Homeless for obvious reasons

[omnomdeliciousais]

[There is nothing but the sound of growling. And it goes on. And on. And on.

Finally, after what seems like forever, he slowly and deliberately pulls the Brute Shot off of his back, reloading it.

Perhaps his mun should consider this choice. Very. Carefully.
After all, he'd hate for something to happen to said mun. Who's he kidding, he'd be the one causing something to happen.]

Comments

[oblivionftw_imamedic]

Um, mundane, why'd you bring me here?
Hello, Agent Maine, or are you the Meta currently? Do you or Sigma have any sense of self?

[omnomdeliciousais]

[He snarls sharply, brandishing the bladed end of the Brute Shot at Doc. Oh, Maine remembers you, you purple nuisance. You fried the enhancement he stole from Wyoming's corpse.

However, you and Omega together is a new development. Especially considering that he recalls an EMP destroying Omega, along with the rest. Eight AIs simultaneously dying in his head is something he noticed at the time.

Which is why he's purring in curiosity now. What is going on here and how does he get you back Omega?]

[oblivionftw_imamedic]

Ah. No AI and all you have on you are a bunch of fancy paperweights. If I return though... Hehehehehe. Muhehehehe! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Mun, O'Malley, please don't tell me you two are considering what I think you're BOTH considering.

Oh, I don't know, Doc. You get your body back and your mind is free at last... for whatever few seconds remain before I obliterate you.

[ooc: Go for it?]

[omnomdeliciousais]

[Without Sigma he at least has the opportunity to consider all the angles of this. There's little chance that he'll run into the other fragments and finish Sigma's work. But one would be enough to properly run the essentials, once he removes Wyoming's module.

And he would like to return the favor the Doc did to him. Very much.

Though for the moment, he has to let out a questioning growl. The Meta didn't take you for the type to hang out in the heads of these sad little SIM troopers, Omega.]

[oblivionftw_imamedic]

Those fools tend to be rather amusing, and gave me quite a few ideas on how to conquer this pathetic world.
At the same time though, I've been trying to teach O'Malley to calm down and just appreciate life a little bit. We've had some ups and downs but otherwise we've been making progress.
Yes, if by progress you mean closer and closer to finding a way to destroy your mind and leave you an obedient husk to become my obedient slave!

[omnomdeliciousais]

[Oh, that doesn't sound familiar to the Meta at all. Considering that Sigma pulled the exact same thing with him, not that any other AI could possibly break him again. Now he was just concerned with finding one to run his equipment and the possibly more to try to recreate the Alpha again

He rumbles and shakes his head at Doc. No one teaches the very incarnation of rage to calm down.]

[hypoxia]

Oh. Hey, Maine.

[Forgive Utah, Meta. He knows not wtf he's doing.]

[omnomdeliciousais]

[At least Utah distracts Maine from threatening his own mun? Of course, that just means his attention is on Utah now, who gets a low rumble of curiosity out of him. No one but the Counselor and the Director have called him Maine to his face (helmet?) in a very long while.

Did he not hear the news?]

[hypoxia]

...uh, are you... feeling okay there? You sound kind of raspy. F-for you, I mean.

[There's a definite note of trepidation in Utah's voice now. The higher-ranked Freelancers intimidate the living daylights out of him, especially Maine.]

[omnomdeliciousais]

[What can he say? Maine kind of has that effect on people. Most of the other Freelancers avoided him, even the others that hit high spots on the leader boards. Particularly after the incident with his throat.

The question actually gets a short - if slightly harsh - laugh out of him, and he twitches one shoulder in a shrug. Oh, he's all right. Considering that it is awfully quiet and empty in his armor with all those AIs gone.]

[hypoxia]

You, uh, you don't have the little guy to translate for you any more, do you? Sorry.

[He didn't get one. Only got a faulty enhancement and the ignobility of being a cautionary tale about running Freelancer tech without an AI. Utah shrugs helplessly at the Meta.]

[omnomdeliciousais]

[He shakes his head and huffs. Without Sigma conversations have become difficult. The only one that seemed to understand anymore was Washington. Some good that did him. But at least he recalls himself, now.

All these enhancements between them and no way to use them. What a shame. Probably not as much of a shame as them being the last few remnants of the entire program, though.]

[donutholes]

Sounds like someone's got a case of the groowwwwlies! It's okay, big guy. We'll work through this together with some niiiice and easy breathing exercise. Picture yourself in your quiet, peaceful place. Mmmmmm. Nice, calm breeze. Gentle chirping of birds. Relaaaaaaxxxxxxxx.

[omnomdeliciousais]

[Maine grunts in surprise and confusion. He is shocked, good sir, absolutely shocked, because he thought Washington killed you. That guy really is the second-worst fighter of the Freelancers.

Cue Maine re-clamping the kick-ass broom Brute Shot to the back of his armor... and getting right in Donut's personal space. He growls shortly a few times, questioningly. How are you still alive.]

[donutholes]

[ Some people just aren't meant to die that way. ]

That's...good. You're doing reeaaaal good. Now. Try. In. Out. Come on. Even. Breaths. Nice and sloooow. Innnnnnnnn. Ouuuuuuuuut. You're standing at the top of the mountain. Everything's nice and quiet. You are all alone and your growlies are free to drift off into the wind. Relaaaaaxxxxx.

[ If this doesn't work, Donut's going to have to break out the heavy artillery... ]

[omnomdeliciousais]

[He's starting to remember why he'd kept attempting to kill you, Donut. But he's sure he'd somehow fail miserably at it again and he can't handle the embarrassment right now. Bad enough that he'd been outsmarted by a medic and had part of his equipment trashed.

Physically, Donut is safe for the time being.

Maine cocks his head, hissing and rumbling. Then he growls again, more loudly. What are you talking about, you strange man? What is this 'relaxing' you speak of?]