OOC: Lets see who remembers then (If they read it last thread) before I start are we just in an area of countryside?

OOC:Were in England right now

A low hum and a fizz. A flash of light in the sky. A ship, maimed and about the size of a van streaks across the sky, smoking. The pilot is frantically trying to level the descent but it is futile and it plummets into the earth, scraping across a grass field before knocking over several trees at the edge of the forest and coming to a stop. The pilot is shaken within and tries to gather himself as the smoke becomes fire.

WA9 sees the smoke. Quickly growing her armor around herself, she took off to the source of the smoke.

"Man walking in England is starting to get boring and why are there no adventurers here not even one adventurer is here"

"Fuck" Greg says as he rolls out of the seat, clutching his arm. His USC armour is tarnished and torn. He stumbles through the wreck coughing in the smoke, he wasn't going to give in this easily, not after what Pa went through for him. He starts kicking at the door, trying to break the loose bulkhead and escape as the instruments in the cockpit indicated an immenint explosion.

WA9 saw the ship and the banging door. Taking out her gunblade weapon, she slashed at the door, cutting it open.

Smoke continued to pour it. "Anyone in there?" she asked, in her usual monotone voice.

Greg falls out coughing, an assualt rifle was slung over his shoulder. He hits the ground. "What in the wo-" he stops when he sees WA9. He scrambles to his feet, as he tries to bring the gun to bear he slips over and fumbles around, standing back up and aiming the weapon. "Identify yourself." He says in his heavily accented voice.

"WA9, experimental subject of the Crusaders... And now yourself." she said, pointing her gunblade at the man, voice still monotone

Greg's breathing was laboured because of the smoke. His right arm twinged as he lowered the weapon so it hung from the strap. "Sergeant Gregory Heart Ma'am, United Sol Colonies fleet. Reg 23324-" Before he could finish the first explosion from the ship knocked him from his feet and he landed with the wind knocked out of him from the shockwave.

WA9 walked over to Greg. Although she usually distrusted men, this one was definitively hurt. She looked around the landscape. Nothing within reach. She extended a hand to him, to help him up.

Greg grunted and looked at the hand. "Thank you kindly" he said accepting the hand, he reached with his right arm but then pain struck and it fell back and his eye twinged. He held his left hand instead.

She grabbed his hand, helping him up. "What exactly happened to make you fall out of the sky like that?"

Hn. Steady WA9, I haven't a clue on his intentions..._{just yet}

"Look ma'am. I could answer yer questions all day but that ship will explode again so I wanna be as far away as possible." he says dusting himself off. He checks his Sergeant chevrons and they are torn aswell, he scoffs as he batters as much burned material of as he can while he turns to move away from the ship.

"Fair enough. There is a city close by, London I believe. Come if you wish." she says, walking back to the city.

Greg starts after WA9. He stops briefly to glance over his shoulder, sweeping his gaze through the tree line. lost him

Sometime after the event with Alex' dad being killed by the Combine, G-Man pulls Gordon for an aside in a frozen time block surrounded by darkness.

"Welcome back Mr. Freeman. I... apologize for... int-errupting your exit for parts unknown with your comp-anion."

Awwww... crap. This guy again?

"Forgive me for this... rude inter-ruption, but perhaps you would be int-erested in... another assignment."

Hell no! I got my bags ready for this arctic thing! Why does this guy pick the worst possible times to give me something to do? It'd be like if I was firing missiles at a space ship like the ones from 'Independence Day', then Alex says 'Hey you wanna go shopping for cheese for quesadilla's later?' No! I fucking do not!

"There is another alternate world that could use a man of... probability and chance like yourself"

Well uh... I kinda am that way. I do pretty well for a person who doesn't know where the hell he goes all the time.

"I'm taking the lib-erty of writing your name on your suit. As Alex has said before...you are a man of few words. Where you're going, a lot of people will be asking for... your name."

OoC: @Ven: wait a sec.... I believe that you mentioned this guy before, can't remember where though.

WA9 continued towards the city, as her armor peeled back into her body, the organic compounds of Koltanium transferring back into herself. Whatever the scientists did during the experiment, if the subjects needed armor, the Koltanium hardening would suffice.

"Phewee Ma'am, you don't strike me as the type who could affored one o' them fancy dermal jobs." He says running up beside her and matching pace.

OOC: He was mentioned before...don't remember the exact page though.

OoC: @Ven: Knew it...

"Probably." she says, monotone as usual. She hangs her gunblade at the side, still marching towards London. If he tried anything against her....

Meanwhile in London Paladin found people cosplaying"You an adventure
"No why would I be an adventurer
"You look like one"
"This is a costume isn't yours one"
"No I'm a real paladin"
"You are wow wait where's your mount"
"I don't know really Rozinate is proabally in the other world"

A rift opens near the edge of the city and a grey-skinned figure, clad plate-mail chestpiece, grey pants with red polka dots and a red cloak covering most of his face steps through.
As the man emerged, he looked around at his surroundings. It was rather diferent from aything he had seen before.
"What wierd dimension have I dropped into this time?"

@Nail: Im confused... who is this?

"Not much of a talker eh? Pa always told me the best way around people was to talk to em. Get in real good with em you know? Boy was he a grand one." He idily checks behind himself before looking around. "Best damn officer aboard the Celtic I could never live up to Pa."

OoC @Rosh: Why don't you ask him? xP

"Your from a differnt world"
"Yesa vile enchantress sent me here"
"Wow so can I be your squire"
"No it's far to dangerous you can not come along but you can help me find a mount"

"Please, under-stand Mr. Freeman... that while this world you are headed to is very dang-erous... I wouldn't want my best emp-loyee to... expire so soon. Espec-ially while he has tasks ahead of him in this one."

Okay... So maybe this deal is... less shitty than I thought.

"Try looking for a girl in a purple dress... she knows the comp-any you'll find there."

Purple dress? That ain't exactly my favorite color you know. This is starting to sound like I'm going to a cocktail party.

"Farewell... Mr. Freeman."

Gordan blinks and in a flash of white light he arrives in England.

The hell? This is Earth! How the hell could this possibly be more dangerous than what I was in before? In fact this looks a whole lot better. He wanders around for signs of life.
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Meanwhile in 3021 AD in the Mason universe.

"Are you ready Gwen? We'll be watching you from the outside."

"Yes... I'll be fine. The ethereal plane has been reset?"

"Yes. And be careful."

"Here goes nothing." And Gwen leaped through the time portal to arrive in England. She too wanders around for signs of life.

OOC: Ah screw it. I'm bored of waiting.

Asha was snapping her fingers in front of Conall's face. "C'mon brother, wake up! I'm bored! Let's go into town!" She let out a huff as her hand started to get tired. "Fine! I'll go by myself. You better hope nothing happens to me, or Momma's gonna kill you." She said as she walked out of the house and onto a London sidewalk.

This guy needs to shut up... He's almost as bad as WA1... thought WA9.

"If you really want to talk, then why don't you explain about that ship of yours? Crashing into the ground like that." She then spotted out the grey-skinned figure. She raised her gunblade slightly.

"Company." she whispered.

Gaylor looks at Freeman from the shadow. Steve, by his side, reties his bow.

Steve fires an arrow, hitting his side.

OoC: Will change epilogue later.

Meanwhile, Doctor Com offshoot 67 appears, hidden in his cloaking device. He see's asha, and shakes his head.

Greg opened his mouth to explain when he saw the figure. "Sonuva-" He fumbles for his weapon and readied it.

WA9's armor reforms around her.

The arrow deflects off of Gordon's Haz-Mat suit.
Cripes! What the heck was that? Was that an arrow that hit me? Seriously... not dangerous at all. Guess I might as well raise my hand and wave it.

Gordon walks over to Gaylor to take a look at him. He waves his hand to the rest of them.

The after iddly wandering about, trying to figure out what dimension he had fallen in to, the grey skinned-man noticed WA9 and Greg. He walked over to them, wishing to ask them what this strange new place is. That is, until he noticed WA9's gunblade.
"That sword! I've been looking for one of those for years!
Now I know why I came to this world, it was to aquire the fabled gunblade!
Hand it over!"

"Ppphhhhhfffff...fine." she tosses it to him, as her arms slowly replicate the same one, however the usual blue color was replaced with a dark green.

"I like this color better anyways." This is slowly becoming a sausage fest...