#Agent Vermont: RvB

[smilysstuff]

I can't hold back I just NEED to share Nevada and his unkempt scruffy bf Vermont

They are just so 💣💥💥

[agent-pennsylvania]

First Contact

“86” as his ODST used to call him, steps off the Pelican boots of his standard issue SPI (Semi-Powered Infiltration) mark II armor clunking as he did. So this was his new home: a ship called the Mother of Invention sounded kind of cool. He hoped this place would be better than his old base...It had been pretty unbearable after the loss of his ODST squad. So when the UNSC had told him he had a new assignment he didn’t question it… He needed to get out of that place anyway. Now he was here, a new start in a way. He was supposed to meet with a man named Brenton Toll for more details of whatever they were doing here.

His mechanical arm whirred quietly as he adjusted his duffle bag to hang over his shoulder. He didn’t have much, just some clothes, extra combat knives... a few momentos... essentials really…

“U-086 over here please...” 86 turned towards the voice, no one but superiors used his full name so that must be Toll? He made his way over giving the dark skinned man a proper Spartan salute minus the fact he was still holding his duffle bag over his shoulder.

“Yes, sir...Reporting for duty.” He was nervous… Who wouldn’t be? The UNSC hadn’t told him why he was here, just that he was a good fit for this assignment. The man seemed to look him over, appraising him. 86 was used to that, everyone did that especially to Spartans they were assets not people… He was used to it but the way Toll looked at him was different...creepy even, made his anxiety squirm under his skin.

“At ease, soldier...There’s no need for such formality here 086.” Toll gave a friendly smile, but 86 thought it was weird that he actually said the zero instead of just 86. “Welcome to the Mother of Invention or MOI as everyone likes to call her. You’ll be one of our agents from now on, Agent Pennsylvania to be exact. I hope you can get along well with the others… Now if you don’t mind we need to get you properly equipped as one of us… and we have a few evaluations we’d like you to complete so we can match you properly with any assignments we send you on. This way please...” Toll said as he started to walk away.

86 no Agent Pennsylvania, had no trouble keeping up with the man’s pace as he followed along behind him. While at the same time taking in the sights and sounds of his new home.

Toll took him into a showroom of sorts displaying quite a few different prototype MJOLNIR armors. Agent Pennsylvania was a little stunned. How did they have MJOLNIR armors of their own? This project must be bigger than he thought…

“Go ahead and equip whatever you want from this room. Feel free to specialize it to your strong points. I’ll meet you outside when you're done.” With that being said Toll left the door sliding closed automatically behind him as he stepped out.

Pennsylvania all but dropped his duffle bag once his superior was gone. Looking over his options with all the energy of a kid in a candy store. The SPI armor he was currently equipped with was mass produced garbage meant to enhance the efficiency of the suicide soldier he was originally meant to be.

He looked the suits over before settling on a variation of the scout armor. Scout armor has many advantages for someone like him. The wider angle visor would help with his blind spot... Since he only had one eye, it also had enhanced optics… The type of thing every sniper needs... The suit has an anti-tracking system, shroud-induction and has the ability to mask radioactive emissions making him practically invisible to infrared sensors and reactor pings. While also extending the up time of active camouflage... Too bad he didn’t have an active camo unit… Although maybe he could make the photo-reactive coating from the SPI armor work with the Scout armor. It wouldn’t be a full active camo but enough for sort of a phasing out effect probably…

He shed his old SPI armor for the new Scout setup making sure to scavenge the photo-reactive unit to adapt into this suit later. He equipped the chest plate with an extra combat knife, as you can never have too many knives. Next he needed a gun.… Looking them over his eyes landed on an anti-materiel sniper rifle and she practically sang to him like a siren in those old pirate tales… He took it slinging it over his shoulder and into place over the mag strips on the back of the suit. He would definitely customize his colors later, probably jungle camo as it was his favorite pattern.

Right now though it was just plain OD Green. Stepping out of the room suited up with his new gear he found Toll was waiting for him in the hallway. Toll took a moment to study him again, another appraising look before nodding his head.

“As I expected from your file it seemed you leaned towards stealth/recon missions, the anti-materiel sniper is a nice fit also.” Toll adjusted his glasses before writing something down on the clipboard he was carrying. Odd... Who carries a clipboard around this day and age?

Agent Pennsylvania just nodded in response he wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to act with this man yet…

“Alright then let’s get started shall we? I’ll show you to the training room and we will have a look at what you can do. Set up a baseline of sorts for future tests.” Toll started walking as he talked Pennsylvania following close behind. The man showed him around a bit before heading to the training room he knew where the cafeteria, and their rooms were located. Informing him that he would get his very own room, saying that he could go pick a room once they were done with his testing… Pennsylvania was definitely looking forward to that...

Toll led him to the training room. The room was pretty lackluster. A table was set up with a few different pistols… He hates pistols...Something with them just never clicks quite right in his brain. It made them extremely difficult for him to use with his lack of an eye. If this man had read his files as he said he had, he would know this… Unless this was some sort of test… There were three targets on the other side of the room, half torso types.

“Take out the three targets with what you have at your disposal,” was all Toll said as he leaned against the wall to observe clipboard and pen seemingly at the ready.

Pennsylvania just nodded as he stepped over to the table. Pistols all laid out nice and neat separated from their magazines for safety-sake, probably. Pennsylvania picks one of them up pulling the slide backwards to inspect the chamber… Nothing in it… Good. He releases the slide allowing it to snap back and then he holds the pistol in his open hand gauging its weight getting a feel for its distribution before stepping up to the line like a pitcher stepping up to the plate. He grins to himself under his helmet as he whips the pistol...the whole thing...at one of the targets. The barrel of the pistol embeds itself into whatever the targets are made of, sort of like an axe would, but it’s not an axe.

The target doesn't take the impact gracefully, the head breaking off and tumbling back a little while after. Penn pulls his combat knives from the sheaths on his chest plate, he doesn't need to take a moment to gauge their weight though he knew his knives like they were extensions of himself. The knives left his hands in quick succession flying true and sinking nicely into the other two targets clean up to the hilt.

He straightened up and turned to Toll, who looked less than amused... Pennsylvania almost laughed but he caught it in time and stifled it as Toll spoke, "You were supposed to shoot them..."

"You didn't say I had to shoot them. You said to take them out with what I had at my disposal...And that's what I did..." Pennsylvania replied with only a slight hint of sass.

Toll sighed and started writing something on his clipboard, probably something about being unruly... But what could you expect from someone who was raised by ODST... As Toll was writing, Pennsylvania walked up to the targets to pull his knives out of their faces. Yanking one out before happening to look up and see he had a small audience looking down at him from an observation deck of sorts.

He didn't know that was going to be a thing and was now a little embarrassed by his actions. Although it didn't really look like he needed to be... One of his viewers, a smaller one, had a hand pressed against the glass as if trying to get a better look. The other, a bigger guy probably bigger than even him, but it was hard to tell from here, was looking down at him also... Did this PFL have more Spartans? Would he be able to talk to them? Slightly taken aback by the spectators being right there, Pennsylvania did the only thing he could think of at that moment... He gave a little hand wave as if to say Hi, it was an awkward little thing...

As Pennsylvania waved the smaller one pulled away from the glass almost like they had been burnt. Turning their head towards where Toll was standing still writing away... As if to see if he was looking? Were they not supposed to interact with each other? Strange... Pennsylvania almost missed it...but after seeming to decide the coast was clear the smaller one gave a tiny wave back. The bigger one gave him a simple head nod and after that Pennsylvania turned to pull the second knife from the other target's head.

It seemed this Toll character wasn't to be trusted if that reaction was anything to go by... He had felt it when they first met but having his suspicions confirmed made him feel a bit better about it. He sheathed his knives and made his way back over to Toll somewhat at attention but not fully. He wanted to get these tests over with so he could pick a room, hopefully they had nice closets...

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"Vermont! Did you see that guy, the one that just got off the Pelican... He had a fucking robotic arm... Do you think he was a Spartan like you? Is he a new Agent maybe? I wonder what stupid shitty state name they'll give him..." Rhodes practically exploded with excitement as soon as the coast was clear. He could practically feel Vermont roll his eyes as the helmet that covered his face rolled and he heard a small sigh.

"Yes, Rhodes I saw him... He was a bit hard to miss... You don't see people wearing SPI armor often... Nor do you see people almost as big as me..." Vermont chuckled lightly... Rhodes was being gay about the new guy he just knew it... "If he is a new Agent they'll probably have him in the training room soon enough... Want to go see?"

"Fuckin' yeah! Let's go..." Another check of their surroundings and Rhodes had a hold of Vermont's hand all but dragging him down the hall towards the observation deck, Vermont allowed it as a small laugh escaped his lips...Rhodes was so cute...

With Vermont in tow it didn't take long to get where they were going, luckily no one else was on deck so they could be secretly gay together while they watched a few people getting the training room ready for testing. Rhodes somehow managed to weasel his way into Vermont's lap even with both of them standing. Vermont just took the time to hold him. His chin resting on the top of his head as they waited for the new guy to show up.

After a little while the guest of honor soon came walking into the training room slightly behind Toll. Rhodes stood back up and moved towards the window to get a better look, Vermont following suit just after. Vermont noted the Scout armor and sniper rifle on the new guy's back, but he didn't see a side arm, just knives...a bit odd...

The guy picked the pistol up from the table but didn't load it, just checked the action and then to his surprise used it to unconventionally take out the target across the room... Rhodes squeaked the sound involuntarily leaving his throat due to his surprise, his hand pressed against the glass, as he elbowed Vermont in the side.

"Did you fucking see that! That was so cool, holy shit!" Rhodes was bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet.

"Yeah... I don't think that's how he was supposed to do it..." Vermont paused as the knives flew to the other targets... He was probably going to have to peel Rhodes off the glass here in a second before he went ass over tin cups into the training room... "He's got a good arm, I'll give him that."

The new Agent went up to retrieve his knives pulling one and then seeming to notice them the man's head tilted slightly as he gave a small awkward looking wave, like he had no idea what he was doing. Rhodes stepped back from the glass and checked to see if Toll saw not wanting to bring more attention to themselves as necessary. Toll wasn't looking and Rhodes relaxed a bit before returning the wave albeit cautiously...Vermont just gave a simple nod it was the polite thing to do after all.

"He's adorable, did you see that? He's like a big puppy..." Rhodes awed.

Vermont sighed... Rhodes was gone... Deep in whatever little place his brain went. "Come on, let's go... Before you get us in trouble..." He drug Rhodes back out into the hallway. It was about lunch time anyway. May as well see if there was anything good...probably not but it wouldn't hurt to check. After lunch Rhodes had to go to a briefing with fire team alpha so they had to separate. Rhodes promised to come by Vermont's room later, some quiet "I love yous" passing between them.

Sneaking back to Vermont's room later Rhodes got caught just outside the room as the new guy stepped out of one of the previously empty rooms. Rhodes tried to be as nonchalant as possible about it, after all this guy was new he didn't know who slept where... It was probably fine...

Rhodes' thoughts were interrupted when the new guy spoke. "What’s it called when a Peeping Tom is skilled in his game?" Rhodes' brain stalled, what the fuck was this? Was this because they got caught watching his training tests... How did he even know it was him? His voice didn't sound angry though actually it sounded kind of kidding... Like a joke? There was a pause as Rhodes was sort of frozen unsure what was going on...

"It's called being at... Peak Performance." The other Agent finally broke the strange silence, erupting into a fit of giggles.

Rhodes couldn't help but laugh too, did this guy seriously just use a joke in order to get his attention? He had no business being that fucking cute... Once the agent sobered up a bit he stepped a bit closer and pulled off his helmet revealing a heavily scared face and an adorable lopsided grin...cute...

"Hey, do you know how much a polar bear weighs?" Pennsylvania tried another one... It seemed like the first one broke the little one... He was pretty sure this was the one that waved at him earlier.

"No, I don't..." the little one replied once he had stopped his own laugh.

Pennsylvania grinned again this time holding his hand out for a handshake... The flesh one, he had his helmet tucked against his side with the mechanical one. "I don't know either but it's enough to break the ice... Haha... Name's Agent Pennsylvania... I guess... What's yours?" Pennsylvania chuckled as he introduced himself.

Was that a pickup line? Did this Agent Pennsylvania just use a pickup line on him Oh my G-d! His brain was broken... Cause he answered almost immediately... "Agent Rhode Island... but...most people just call me Rhodes..." Rhodes took Pennsylvania's hand to shake it; he couldn't help the smile on his face as he did so. This guy was dangerous...

"Oh, can we shorten them? Okay... Then I guess I would just be Penn then? Nice to meet you, Rhodes." Penn tilted his head again. Like he had done earlier, in the training room although now Rhodes knew it was because Penn only had one eye but it didn't make it any less adorable.

"Yeah, I guess it would... Hello, Penn..." When Rhodes said his name Penn smiled even wider... Oh shit... This is bad... Fuck...

[scarlettwritesfluff]

December Day 25

All deaths by Temple on this list are not canon Temple had 5 unknown Freelancer Victims so we picked at random

All deaths by The Meta on this list are not canon The Meta had 3 unknown freelancer victims so I picked at random

All deaths by Tex on this list are not canon Tex has a few unknown freelancer victims but we don't have a number so I chose four at random

The Numbers didn't seem right for MIA so let's add 5 more freelancers KIA Chosen at random

All Pronouns Chosen At Random

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

RVB OC WEEK: DAY 3 FREELANCER/CHARON

Neko as Agent Vermont in his Freelancer au (a continuation of the role swap au from yesterday)

I'm sure he won't get caught up in any shenanigans or mischief or anything like that. Surely.

Little bastard has a lot of knives. The claws on his hand guard might be overkill, considering how many gosh dang knives he has. But sometimes you have a brand to uphold, even if you change your name.

Bonus: I pieced together his armor concept in the Halo MCC version of Halo3 to match the rest of the Freelancers! Below the cut bc the image is. Very long.

He'd have cat ears on his helmet if he could

[doc-lives-666]

I'm definitely late but I did want to share my son for RvB OC Week !

Agent Vermont received special permission to join Project Freelancer at the age of 16 when his father was hired on as the head of surgery for the MOI.

[Nepo Baby by Fox Szn plays]

As it turns out, being a minor enlisted in a highly experimental government program is not all it is cracked up to be.

Upon admission, Agent Vermont was barred from combat due to "liability concerns". So instead, a frustrated Vermont served his country by planning missions and becoming the human test subject for all novel surgeries of the program.

After the fall of MOI, Vermont flees to the farthest corner of the galaxy imaginable- a planet called Chorus

While on Chorus, Agent Vermont (now going by Monty) becomes aligned with the New Republic of Chorus. Monty's history and knowledge of logistics and mission planning serve the army well, but raise red flags for the army's hired help.

[pathfinderlittleduck]

A Different Kind of Language

Thank you @starsandskies for the tag 🌌

Lt. Frëja L S Kirch, ODST + Nathaniel Owen

Open the Floodgates

Your frustration turns into tears quickly. The strength of your fury is so potent, that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. You hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. You can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.

Alessa Shepard-Bailey

Men, Raise the Drawbridge

When you're angry, all your defenses go up. The unfortunate person, or thing, that managed to piss you off is suddenly talking to a wall. On the inside, you're screaming and crying and cussing them out, but somehow you can't express it. You're blank. Emotionless. To anyone's knowledge, you could be zoning out of a lecture. Because of this, it's hard to express how you're feeling when the person asks for your thoughts. You've choked your feelings down, and they won't come back up.

Ahnzo Adaar + Ahnzo Vincente Shepard + Lt. [REDACTED] B312, UNSC | Agent Vermont, Project Freelancer

Step Back

Usually, you're able to bottle up your emotions and ignore the frustrations. After weeks of shoving everything down, your body needs a release, and I pity the poor person who managed to piss you off. It's screaming and crying and shouting and kicking lockers; whatever you can do to get it out of your system. It's a whole moment; fire and fury blasting out of you.

[seccoshit]

I love being a cringe ass OC x Cannon shipper

[ask-the-freelancers]

@no-the-freelancer asked what v (aka agent vermont) looks like from this fic so i whipped up a few quick doodles- she’s technically the “reader” so she doesn’t have a set canon appearance, but when i write her, this is kind of how i picture her??? chinese (like me!), bi af (like me!!!), and hella buff (not like me!)

(also if u can guess which scene/chapter each pic is from,,,,, then,,,,,, ;)))

[panther-os]

I have been working on a giant project as a follow-up to this post where I redesigned Alpha Squad in the Halo 4 customizer, and I have finally finished the bare bones of it and consolidated the pictures into an amount Tumblr won’t hate.

Behold, my Freelancers! (under the cut)

Some of these agents appeared in Temple’s murderfridge, but I have no way of telling who’s who and no access to any armor that’s in Halo 5 but not in Halo 4, so I just yote them all and started over.

First up is Alpha Squad once more - Tex, Carolina (MAJ Rebeca Church), York (MAJ Joey Marchesi), Wyoming (SPC Reginald Winthrop-Covington VI), North (CPT Ustin Voronin), Wash (CPL David Ortez), Maine (MAJ Moses-046), South (MAJ Viktoriya Voronin), Florida (CPT Butch Flowers), Connecticut (LT Iona Blair).

And then we get into my OCs starting with Bravo Squad. Georgia was an absolute dick in Season 14, so he gets to be an incompetent and self-important white boy followed by eight increasingly terrifying women and one himbo. Left to right, top to bottom - Georgia (PFC James Wright), Kansas (SSG Elena ”Wheat Thin” Campo Escarra, ODST), Indiana (SPC Tereza “Zippy” Kudrna), Louisiana (SPC Takara “Swamp Lady” Mori, ONI), Michigan (LT Ravid Wolff), Nevada (MAJ Antonia “Tony” Marchesi), Tennessee (LT Yona Keyes, ONI), California (CPT [REDACTED]), Hawai’i (SPC Zoe Choi), Massachusetts (CPT Jean Martel).

Michigan is a nonbinary Jewish person who chose that name because I, a nonbinary Jewish person, think it’s a fucking awesome name. California does not have a name yet because I have a very specific facecanon in mind for her and I’m waiting to hear back from a direct source on a respectful name for her background.

Charlie Squad is entirely OCs! There’s Arizona (CPL Naomi Blum), Kentucky (LT Miles Parker), Oregon (Dorian “Dory” Teague), Mississippi (SGT Justice Hawkins), Arkansas (SSG Noelle Abrams), Vermont (SSG Colby “Cheese Man” Leafield), Oklahoma (SPC Skylar “OK” Ned, ODST), Wisconsin (CPL Ernst “Ravioli” Kasperson), Rhode Island (SPC Lovel Short), and Montana (SSG Daisy Feng).

Dory doesn’t have a rank because he was recruited straight from mercenary work. You might recognize Montana from this fic series I published recently featuring North/York/Montana.

Delta Squad has a familiar face (potentially a second if you’ve seen Zero, though I forgot that guy’s real name, if it was ever revealed) and also, accidentally, the most agents that look alike. There’s West Virginia (COL Rasmus Lucassen), New Mexico (SSG Lars Korhonen), Utah (LT Oriole Vives), Pennsylvania (SPC Sladjana Novak), Puerto Rico (CPT Dina Abbing), New Hampshire (SPC Phoebe Daugherty), Delaware (SGT Jeremiel Carver), Alabama (SPC Priyanka Devi, ODST), Illinois (SGT Roger Lennox), and Maryland (SPC Tuana Demirci).

Echo Squad has the triplets, but I wanted to mix it up a little. Ohio (SPC Vera Czajkowski) actually leads this squad, with Idaho (CPL Ezra Katz) as her second. After them are Alaska (SGT Faraj Nejem), Colorado (SPC Marvin Cole), Minnesota (SSG Anton Peerenboom), New Jersey (CPL Kyung-Hee Moon), Nebraska (LT Armann Gunnarsson), Virginia (SGT Zarina Zaman), and then Iowa (PFC Michael Gutermuth, ODST) at #49, followed by Missouri (PFC Fabiano Necchi) at #50.

After the triplets are abandoned, this squad falls apart in a major way and all the other agents in it leave or are made to leave.

(I want to start leaning into the leaderboard really just being arbitrary bullshit but not starting that way in my writing, and the not starting that way is most clear with Echo Squad.)

And, then, because I used Puerto Rico but haven’t seen anyone use any of the other inhabited US Territories in RvB before, I also put together the Quality Assurance Squad, aka the Counselor’s snitches among the non-agent personnel, the crew running the day-to-day of the Mother of Invention and, later, Freelancer Command.

This is Guam (CW2 Isabela Hernandez), American Samoa (CW2 Lee Michaels), US Virgin Islands (CW2 Ulysse Desrosiers), and Northern Mariana Islands (CW2 Erik Bergstrom). They’re not a part of the leaderboard and most people - including the other agents - don’t actually know they exist. They all report directly to the Counselor, but Samoa, Virgin, and Mariana also all report to Guam. Mostly, though, she’s only in charge of Quality Assurance as another one of the Counselor’s experiments, they’re all equally capable. Of all Freelancer personnel aside from the Director and Counselor, these four know the most of what’s going on - and they actually are encouraged to work together as a team - but they still don’t know everything.

Please feel free to send me asks about all these agents! They’re still very much in development, but I had a lot of fun with this project and got really excited and wanted to show everyone! ^_^

[smilysstuff]

My dumbass did not see it was rvb oc week have some OC Angst none of you understand

[queerplatonicwashalina]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red vs. Blue Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Agent Carolina & Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue) Characters: Agent Carolina (Red vs. Blue), Agent Washington (Red vs. Blue) Additional Tags: S15E17 spoilers, Angst Summary:

Agent Carolina is truly alone now.

[freelancervermont]

Random Agent Vermont HC

So it's like 7am and I need to sleep but have some badass hc for my OC:

In season 9 when Wash and North get back from retrieving the Sarcophagus, everyone's running to the training floor. New recruit everyone says, going up against Agent Texas. No one goes up against her, certainly not new recruits and certainly not alone.

New recruit being Vermont, battling Tex in hand to hand combat with his choice weapon being his knives. Here's Wash, helmet plastered against the glass from the viewing area, head over heals for this new badass fighter going head to head with Tex.

Vermont beats Tex with such a slim margin for victory, but doesn't walk away injury free.

North and Wash visit him in the medical bay later and Wash freaks out about how awesome it was.

[larksinging]

hey it’s @transrobro ‘s birthday today! happy birthday jay!!!

i thought it was only appropriate to take two of their favorite things and mash them together: rvb and rwby! actually this is based on an au jay came up with, i just expanded a few details for this fic. even so i hope you enjoy! 

now for the sappy part: jay not a day goes by that im not happy i started talking to you more. youve been such a wonderful presence in my life and someone i am just always made better by knowing. and this year youve done a lot to stand up for yourself and take care of yourself and i am SO proud of you for that! i hope you have a great birthday today because you have absolutely earned it 

The metals doors slide open and Alaska steps into the briefing room, the white of her armor tinged in glittery blue from the holographic projections. She steps up to her appropriate spot at the edge of the table, not quite interrupting the Director and everyone he’s gathered. Her stance is stiff and formal. 

“Agent Alaska reporting for duty, sir.” She holds her posture as a few other Freelancers on the other side of the table glance up at her.

She thought she’d be the first one here, but obviously she’d been beaten. If she wasn’t at attention, she’d go stand with Michigan and her red-and-gold armor. Already gathered as well are Arkansas and Oklahoma, but you always see their green and pink together. There’s also BM and Vermont, and she thinks she even sees Hawaii in the corner. 

“Ah, Alaska,” The Director drawls, “Good timing. We were just about to begin. You wouldn’t want to be late for your own mission briefing.” 

“Of course not,” Alaska agrees. She can almost feel Hawaii rolling her eyes. 

“Very good. In that case, let’s begin.” He pulls up the holographic image of some kind of alien ruin. “You’ll be recovering some artifacts from this crash site. Since they require simultaneous extraction, I’m sending two teams.” 

He spins the image and highlights something in one of the lower sections. “Agent Alabama and Agent Hawaii--” He nods and the two of them step forward, “You’ll be recovering the first artifact.” 

“No problem,” BM drawls. Hawaii nods in agreement. 

“Meanwhile, Alaska.” He moves the hologram to highlight a spot at the top of a spire. Of course she’s always sent on the missions with heights. “You’ll be working with...” 

Michigan, she internally begs. Michigan’s never dropped below second place, when she even drops below first. Either Okhlahoma or Arkansas would be fine two, they’re both skilled. Vermont’s pretty sweet and shy, but good in the field, so she’d take her. Or even Tenessse, despite her dramatic flair, is hell with a gatling.  As long as it’s not Rhode Island and his stupid crush. Or worse yet...

“Sorry I’m late! There was, um, kind of a problem with the lockers, and--” Oh no. 

“Agent Oregon,” The Director nearly sneers. “Do try to arrive on time from now on. I’d nearly changed my mind about assigning you to this mission.” Oh no. “You’re working with Agent Alaska. She’ll catch you up on the details.” 

Alaska looks over at her partner. Oregon -- or RG, rather, just like her sister -- has her helmet off and slung lazily in the crook of her arm. It’s as obnoxiously red as the rest of her armor, which honestly makes her look like one of the sim soldiers. And, the worst thing is, RG is beaming at her. 

“Oooh, I’ve always wanted to work with you,” RG says. Alaska braces herself. It’s not the first time people have fawned over her. She joined Project Freelancer to get away from her name, but it turns out a Schnee is still a Schnee, no matter what she goes. 

“Your armor’s ability is so cool and versatile and I have so many combination ideas,” RG is practically bouncing, “And you give great reports.” 

Wait, what?

“Depends on your definition of great,” BM mumbles as she passes, patting RG on the back and nearly knocking her over. Which nearly knocks her into Alaska. She hurriedly shoves RG off of her and dusts herself off. 

“Let’s get going,” Alaska simply says and turns on her heels. 

-

While technically the mission was a success, Alaska’s not satisfied with it. Her own performance didn’t so much as nudge her score. No doubt because she was spending most of the mission bickering with her partner. If it hadn’t been for her suit’s enhancements, RG would’ve never made it up the side of the building. 

Green flickers in the corner of her vision. “I believe you’re overthinking this, Agent Alaska,” Omicron says. 

“I’m not overthinking this,” She snaps, “I’m thinking about this a perfectly reasonable amount. I--” 

“Ooh, is that your AI?” 

Alaska’s head snaps up as RG approaches her. Alaska closes her locker and glares. Omicron clears his throat in amusement and then flickers away before she can glare. It doesn’t matter, because her eyes catch on RG pulling off her helmet. In the light of the briefing room she didn’t see how RG’S short black hair is tipped with red that can’t be natural, or how she has striking silver eyes that almost look through her. Alaska swallows thickly. 

“Yes,” She replies stiffly.

“That’s cool. I’ve got Psi here.” An AI flickers into place next to RG, faintly hazel in color. He waves to Alaska, who frowns. 

“Wait, you already have an AI?” 

“Yeah, I guess?” RG rubs the back of her neck. “The Director thought I was ready.” 

“I thought you just joined the program,” Alaska says through grit teeth, “And you already have an AI? There’s no way you’ve earned that.” 

“Whoa, hey,” RG narrows her eyes, “What’s with you? I just wanted to talk to you because I wanted to find someone else who understood. I mean, Michigan’s got... Epsilon, right?” 

“Kappa.” 

“--Right, and Hawaii and my sister are up soon, but...” 

“You think I want to talk to you?” Alaska can see Psi getting nervous, and Omicron activating to try and calm her, but she ignores them. “After your stunt on the mission?” 

“Hey, that worked out! We were fine!” 

“No thanks to you!” A part of her knows that isn’t entirely true, but she doesn’t want to admit it. “You’ve been trying to aggravate me all day! Ever since you mocked my reports--” 

“I wasn’t mocking you,” RG interrupts her, now deadly sincere. “I actually meant what I said? I like your reports.” 

Alaska stares. “What?” 

“You put more detail into them than anyone else.” RG rocks back on her heels and shrugs. “Yeah, they’re really long, but some of the stuff you include is really useful. Like the other week I read your report on the Chorus mission, and you were the only one who included the exact model of vehicle that Hawaii caught. Sooo I could look it up and calculate the tensile strength on that ribbon-gun she likes, so I could give suggestions for that combo move she uses with BM!” 

“The one they use all the time?” Alaska blinks at her. “You came up with that?”

“Yeah.” 

“And you figured it out because of my notes?” 

“Yeah!” 

Nobody’s ever complimented her on that before. Not genuinely. Everyone thinks she’s pretentious and too focused on her rank, but she just wants to be thorough. And here’s this newbie prodigy telling her how good they are. Something bubbles in her chest, but Alaska can’t put a name to it. 

“Maybe I’ve misjudged you,” She admits slowly. “Would you... like to spar sometime? I could give you feedback on your form, or something like that.” 

The smile slowly spreads across RG’s face. “I’d really like that.” 

-

Anyway, the rest of that is a story for another time. Too bad, I know.

Instead, let me paint you a picture: it’s late afternoon and yet the moon rises high over the walls of the gulch. Alaska goes off on patrol, but so little happens in this box canyon that she’s really just using the excuse to get away from BM and Hawaii being obnoxious and obvious back at Red base. 

She goes up along one of the cliff trails that run along the sides of the gulch. This one leads to a nice vantage point of Blue Base, which is a great strategic advantage for no purpose. They’re only play fighting with Rhode and the rest of Blue Team. Really, it’s just a nice spot for some peace and quiet. 

Except that RG’s already beaten Alaska there. RG sits at the edge of the overlook with her feet swinging off the edge, her sniper rifle laid neatly beside her. 

Alaska hesitates for a moment. RG glances back and notices her, then simply scoots to the side a little bit. Alaska takes the invitation and sits carefully beside RG, her own knees tucked closer to her chest. 

“Do you ever wonder why we’re here?” RG asks. 

“I was going to ask you why you were out here,” Alaska counters. 

“That’s not what I meant!” “What did you mean?”

“I mean, why are we here in this random canyon?” 

Alaska frowns behind her helmet. “I thought... random was the point?” 

“Mmmm. I guess so.” RG leans back and tilts her head up to the sky. “This place is kind of nice at night.” 

“Do you... come out here a lot at night?” 

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s nice to stargaze. Even though I don’t recognize any of the constellations here.” 

“I could teach you sometime.” 

RG looks over at her. “What?” 

“My sister taught me the constellations. Even ones in the far reaches of the galaxy, like here.” Alaska looks up at the sky, purposefully not looking directly at RG. “I could show you, sometime.” 

“I’d really like that, Alaska.” 

“You can thank me for it later.” 

They say later, but they stay until the sun sets. In the darkness, nobody will see if their hands overlap. 

[pathfinderlittleduck]

My normal OC meeting my Halo Spartan OC be like-

[ao3feed-bemorechill]

and the bombs are falling in the streets

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by horrorterroronesie

Agent Vermont of Project Freelancer, or Jeremy Heere of nowhere in particular, knows that he isn't the most competent. This is why, when faced with a chance to do better- to actually make a difference instead of floundering at the bottom of the leaderboard like the triplets- he takes it. Consequences be damned.

  *Hello, Agent Vermont, and welcome to your assigned Artificial Intelligence Program. My name is Zeta.*

Words: 450, Chapters: 1/15, Language: English

Fandoms: Be More Chill - Iconis/Tracz, Red vs. Blue

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, The Counselor | Aiden Price, The Director | Dr. Leonard Church, Agent South Dakota (Red vs. Blue), Agent North Dakota (Red vs. Blue), The Squip (Be More Chill)

Relationships: Jeremy Heere & Michael Mell

Additional Tags: Crossover, Abuse, Friendship, Canon Compliant, for rvb not for bmc

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[seccoshit]

Red vs Blue OCs >>>>

Agent Vermont (7'0) and Laurence Dumas (6'2) height comparison doodle and Maine + Vermont helmet smooches/helmet bump 🩷 literally love them so much

Also, little edit I made of Vermont assassinating the covenant in Halo Reach 💚💙💚💙💚💙