#counsellor rvb

[rvb-relationship-royale]

RVB Romantic Relationship Royale- Round 1, Part 2, Poll 1

[harbingersecho]

some short felix stuff. also price is there for a second

[sco07ut]

rvb but it’s over the garden wallified

church as wirt, caboose as greg, wash as beatrice + freckles as their frog

carolina as the woodsman (trying to protect epsilon from the beast) + the beast is the director. the dog they encounter at the mill is FILSS

tex is sara, wyoming is jason funderberker

adelaide is hargrove !!

the residents of pottsfield are the skeletal remains of the freelancers who are all quite jolly about being dead together without any qualms ! enoch is the counsellor

simmons is ms langtree with the students being the lieutenants. grif is jimmy brown but instead of a gorilla costume it’s a warthog/puma idk yet

the tavern folk are the blues and reds (maybe a stretch but i was thinking along the lines of them all being like. stereotypes/exaggerations? the tavern people r all narrative archetypes without any real character and the blues n reds [aside from temple] are all meant to be one dimensional versions of the reds and blues [which isn’t entirely true but i digress]) fred the horse is shiela 🫶

quincy endicott is doyle and margueritte grey is kimball (i don’t Really ship them but if you jsut ignore the part where they get together i think it’s quite a good matchup)

doc is lorna (the evil thing inside him is o’malley) and auntie whispers is the meta

the plot is like exactly the same as otgw i don’t think i’d need to actually change anything ?

tucker, donut, sarge and lopez don’t really have set roles but i’ll jsut poke them into places that need extra characters

i definitely want to draw something for this too bht we’ll see how it goes 🫶

[serendipitous-posts]

Small list of opportunities lost in the chorus arc

Epsilon and Wash talking about their past

Acknowledgement that Epsilon Church is not Alpha Church and that the Church we followed from the very start died in season 6

Counsellor mentioning how Wash refuses to let anyone near his implants as an example of a weakness

Really anything about Wash’s past- nothing much is done about the fact that he has some of the Alpha’s/Epsilons/Directors memories

Carolina being indirectly responsible for Wash getting Epsilon-this one isn’t even mentioned

This one can still be done but Carolina interacting with the BGC more. We really only see her interacting with Epsilon or Wash, never with the others save for maybe two or three moments. (her taking Tucker’s catchphrase and her amusement over Sarge and Tucker’s another one bites the dust)

[killingfreaks-remade-blog]

A Kinda Weird Dream I had

          Sometimes I would see posts about people talking about what happened in their dreams and that its fandom related so hey I guess I would make one cuz it has best girl in it and cuz i’m bored. So this isn’t the whole dream, just some parts I remember. So I guess it was back in Project Freelancer where people were just talking about random shit and then the topic somehow landed on CT’s childhood and how they found her (even tho like, pfl wasn’t around that long but shush my brain works out some weird hcs). And then there was a flashback to when CT was a kid, I still remember what she looked like in my dream (i’ll draw it later), and she was in this ship with two other grown guys who were like her caretakers but extremely shitty to her, not as in abusive but still shitty. They sorta came off as the dudes who found her as an orphaned girl in a dump and decided to take her and idk make her do a bunch of shit like she’s a servant (they did seem like the type who also taught her how to fight but idk). And like they’re sorta the reason why she doesn’t like being called Connie. So anyways, they were all on a small ship, then all of a sudden idk what happens but the ship kinda breaks open and the two dudes get sucked out and they die, Connie also got sucked out. Then some sort of narration happens and I see her floating unconscious in space and then the fucking counsellor as a kid also in space (again, my dreams are weird as shit) and then we see the mother of invention hovering above them and the hatch doors, whatever the fuck you call them, open, and then I wake up. So yeah, i’d think that the concept would be interesting, maybe scratch the whole counsellor being there but a fucking kid and the mother of invention finding her and idk, maybe like a ship full of good people who raise her good, or maybe just make my whole dream some sort of AU, credit me if u do, so yeah, thats it lol.

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

I’m sorry...... I don’t want to be negative just for the sake of being negative.... but I know most of you guys probably don’t watch RvB so I get a pass... And I really need to vent.

RvB Zero is the worst thing I’ve ever watched. Okay, I’ve probably seen worst, but the decrease in quality from the real RvB makes GoT S8 look like a perfect ending with satisfying character arcs and themes. 

How did they mess up that bad? They took themselves seriously. RvB was an insane parodic mess that was meant to be primarily funny and became epic overtime. RvB Zero is literally meant to be as blockbuster-like and badass as possible from the get-go and is bland and awful as the result. There’s no soul. 

RvB was iconic for its static characters that just expressed so much through camera angles, zooms, tiny head movements and of course the voice actors’ outstanding job. RvB Zero has its characters flailing around with the voice job being just..... the bare minimum..... Impossibly robotic. 

RvB was also brilliant with its fight scenes because the truly epic ones were rare, incredibly well paced and memorably soundtracked. For the fight scenes, RvB Zero gave me a color vomit that clearly meant to showcase the cool animation and was more concerned with telling me know how badass the characters were as opposed to showing me. It lasted an entire episode, the pacing was wonky and the camera work just so random, as if they had no idea what to show.

RvB used to explore incredibly complex themes like family and betrayal and abandonment and living up to impossible standards. They gave us Carolina and set her up to be the director’s daughter but didn’t actually reveal it until after several seasons showing the exact consequences of his parenting - thus shining a new light on everything and making us go: “oh, fuck, she wasn’t too competitive, she was trying to win his love, fuck.” Here we got “don’t you want revenge for that little girl your father abandoned?” as a throwaway line to explain a villain’s motivation when it had nothing to do with anything they were talking about. 

RvB had dialogue so iconic the opening sentence is still remembered almost twenty years after. RvB Zero.... has no dialogue. Like, characters say stuff... but.... no coherent links between sentences.... Nothing is said.... The humour is so stiff and weak they have to say “ah! that was a good line” for us to know it was meant to be a good line.... The villains are so one dimensional when we used to have the Director vs Hargrove and Felix & Locus and the Counsellor and the AIs....... 

Remember the absolutely gut-wrenching emotion Carolina used to deliver? The screams of fear and anger for Washington, for Church, for the others? And we get a bland “oh my god” with no feelings whatsoever? And Tucker? Remember like... S11-S13 Tucker? The pain and the trust and the fear and the insecurity he could deliver with next to no body language? The stabbing in S12 gets my heart in my throat every time. This one just got me screaming in frustration, because lifeless, confusing and stupid sums up pretty well what the character assassination of my boy.

They used one of their best, most memorable characters as a plot device and removed his brains, his fighting skills and his character arc in under 20 secs (about the amount of time he appears in the 12 minutes episode that’s supposedly about him) AND THEN THEY KILLED HIM OFF??? (Although that’s not confirmed yet). WHAT. THE. HELL?

Doyle had the exact same storyline about him needing to not die because of his sword and his sacrifice was handed beautifully and properly set up and it was so heart-breaking everybody was shook by it. AND HERE? THEY DO? THIS? TO? LAVERNIUS??? TUCKER??????? He doesn’t even get to say anything meaningful before he gets stabbed and possibly killed?! He doesn’t get to use his sword once when it’s been confirmed time and time again he’s fucking good at using it?!

[brownenby]

Abt

Lollie, ne/nem/nir sh3/h3r/h3rz h3/h1m/h1z, 21, aussie

Main: @lolliepops-rox

DNI:

MAP, TERF, Transmed, SWERF, ace exclusionist, harss RT n Co. Staff about shipping, anti-ship, harss Ray/Meg or any ex staff about going back, anyone who defends Ryan or Adam's actions

Disclaimers

This blog is a fan work, RT employees are welcome, but be warned, this was made for fans by fans.

I will still include people who have left in my works. I am happy for those who have happily and willing left. I will still be posting about Ryan and Adam still, all mentions of them will be tagged with with full name 'Ryan Haywood' 'Adam Kovic'. I will not post about Joel Heyman.

What I post & write about

I love The FAHC extended universe more than anything else. I tend to stay away from things set in office when it comes to shipping. During my break from RTAH I picked up Homestuck as a special interest. Expect me to post about RTAH Homestuck AUs.

I'm a huge polyshipper. My OT9 is Geoff/Ryan/Jack/Michael/Gavin/Lindsey/Ray/Matt/Jeremy and I would die for this ship.

Outside of OT9 my OTP is doolray & doolraymatt. It's small ship but man I would die for those boys.

I also used to watch alot of Funhaus. I ship OT6 (Adam/Bruce/James/Elyse/Peake/Lawrence) I was a newer fan and don't know Joel and Spool well, but I'm always down for binge watching old content. I would die for Jon Smith.

As for actual RT staff, my Faves are Kdin, Barb, Jon, Chris, Blain, Matt Hullum, Gus, Burnie, Cole!

I don't/didn't follow SP7 Closely, but love writing them with Funhaus and in the FACH universe.

I'm a couple seasons behind in RWBY and have only seen like 3 season of RvB.

I love camp camp!!! But I am uncomfortable with cult/counsellor ships. Dadvid FTW!!!

Shows I've followed/watched

On the spot, Demo disk, AH's MC, Wheelhaus, FH's Comment show, Openhaus, AH's Jackbox, AH's GTA races, Ray's Streams, Board as Hell, RT life, RT shorts, RTAA, AHWU, Camp Camp

[im-sacred67]

i just really need and want Freelancer!Donut fanfiction like he says one innuendo in the program and everyone's either laughing hysterically or creeped out, then he's w/ his new family and he says it again while Carolina and Wash are around and they're just like 'u focking wot'

[ratchet-says-i-needed-that]

rvb

The first character i first fall in love with: probably Church or Tex

The character I never expected to love as much I do now: Tucker

he character everyone ones but I don’t: er i think i like them all kdks maybe Dylan from season 15

The character I love but no body does: idk

The character I used to love but don’t anymore: er…idk

The character I would totally smooch: all of the main characters

The character I’d want to be like: Tex

The character I’d slap: Tucker because why not. Also seriously tho director or counsellor

A pairing I love: Chex, Grimmons, Tuckington are all good. I am not picky about ships. I’ll ship a good chunk of ships here

A pairing I depise: i don’t really hate them all. Im kinda meh on tucker and carolina ship. I think that’s a ship. Idk

[cityescape4]

sleep-deprived, crack RvB theory about Temple and Carolina: Temple is Carolina’s brother.

Spoilers for RvB15 e10 past this point (Can’t cut into a Read More because mobile)

● Temple: “My greatest fear was that you’d know me, Carolina. That yiu’d recognize my voice and the gig would be up!” ● holds grudges towards PFL and all that spawned from it ● Carolina: “…if [Dylan] can publish that the UNSC is going around, killing Ex-Agents-” Temple: “And Simtroopers! We’re people too!”

All the Freelancers are named after states in the USA, yeah? (with the possible exception of Puerto Rico, apparently? idk thats not important rn) So which US State is Carolina named after?

“krys you dumbass, shes named after the state Carolina” - OK BUT. WHICH CAROLINA. Because we got a North Carolina and a South Carolina.

“no krys thats Agents North and South” - the twins were North and South Dakota. So unless this was explained on a page I can’t find in the RvB fanbook, or in a tweet made X amount of years ago by X person: Which state is Carolina named after?

We only ever hear her adressed to as “Agent Carolina”, by various AI, other Freelancers, even the Director and Counselor themselves, theres never any prefix of North or South to it. Why?

Theory: Temple is Carolina’s brother, a second child of the Director and Allison. Was made to be a Freelancer too, took up the other ‘Carolina’ slot (ex: Temple being ‘North Carolina’ and Carolina being ‘South Carolina), was a complete disappointment to his father whereas his sister excelled, was silently removed in the early stages of PFL by his father(who told Carolina that he died in a training accident, therefore dubbing her the only ‘Carolina’, no North/South) to the point where practically no one outside of Carolina, the Director, and the Counsellor knew about him, and was basically left stranded, with no real family supporting him anymore. Mom’s dead, Dad doesnt care, sister’s a ruthless killing machine.

so he plots his revenge, on his father - for treating him like trash, his sister- for not backing him up or at the very least never trying to come and find him, and on PFL and all its branches - for breaking him away from what family he’d had left.

[rvb-relationship-royale]

RVB Romantic Relationship Royale- Round 1, Part 3, Poll 18

[darthrevaan]

RvB Bingo Fic - Bodyswap

Title: no te metas con templos alienígenas, idiotas

Summary: Lopez is 100% done with the Red and Blue idiots’ stupidity when they’re themselves, let alone when they switch bodies.

Word Count: 2360

Notes: For the @rvbficwars Bingo Wars, representing Red Team! A little last minute entry to show at least some team spirit xD Lines in italics are in Spanish. 

Also available on AO3

Night was Lopez’s favourite time of day. Finally all the pendejos who haunted him during daylight hours would go to bed, and he could enjoy the peace and quiet.

Morning – when they all woke up again – was his least favourite time.

Today his peaceful nightly repose was broken by the pink one crashing unnecessarily loudly into the armoury and yelling, “Lopez, where’s Sarge?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” Lopez said, keeping to his usual flat monotone.

“This is important, Lopez! Where the hell is he?”

The pink one did sound a lot more agitated than usual. Strange. “In there,” Lopez said, pointing to the workshop. “He fell asleep while he was fiddling with that new alien device,” he added, despite knowing he wouldn’t be understood.

Donut brushed past him into the other room, and for some moronic reason began to yell, “Grif! Wake up!”

How much of an imbecile was he? Lopez had clearly just told him where to find the red one. He’d even asked for him by name!

Something fishy was going on.

“I’m up, I’m up, Jesus,” he heard Sarge’s voice say as he entered the workshop. “Wait. Why the fuck do I sound so weird?”

“Look at your hands,” Donut instructed.

Lopez watched as Sarge looked down at his hands, started in surprise, then turned them over slowly. “These aren’t my hands,” he said.

“No shit, genius.” That was rather more acerbic than Donut’s usual. What the hell was going on?

“You’re Sarge,” Donut said, “And I don’t mean you got a promotion.”

“Oh.” There was a beat of silence. Then the red one let out a long, despairing wail. “Noooo! I don’t wanna be Sarge!”

“Grif! Stop whining! You’re still you, you’re just stuck in Sarge’s body.”

“What if it’s permanent, Simmons?” Sarge – or Grif? – wailed. “I don’t want a Southern accent!”

“You won’t- Wait, how did you know it was me?”

Grif gave Simmons a look, an expression that was slightly weird on Sarge’s face. “You’re clearly not Donut, Simmons.”

“Point.” Donut – wait, no, Simmons – sat down at the workbench opposite Grif. “But yeah, I am Donut – or I’m in Donut’s body, anyway. It’s fucking weird.”

“You can say that again,” Lopez said. He was, as usual, ignored.

“At least you’re not fucking Sarge,” Grif said with no small amount of venom.

“At least I’m not ‘fucking’ you,” Simmons shot back.

After a second, Grif grinned slyly at him. “Well, you actually ar-”

“Jesus, Grif, right now?!” Simmons interrupted. “That brings an unpleasant image to mind with, y’know, this going on.”

“Fuck.” Grif put a hand over his eyes. “Now I seriously need brain bleach.”

“Where are the others?” Lopez asked.

Grif and Simmons started, like they’d forgotten he was there. “It didn’t affect Lopez,” Simmons said, narrowing his eyes.

“It didn’t? How can you tell?”

“Look at him,” Simmons said, “He’s clearly still Lopez.”

They both stared at Lopez for a moment, before Grif nodded. “Yep, I see what you mean.”

“Besides, I’ve already seen Sarge and Donut. That’s how I knew you were in Sarge.”

“That means they’re out there running around in our bodies!” Grif said. “Please tell me Sarge doesn’t have mine.”

“No, he’s got mine,” Simmons said. “When I left him he was crushing things with my robotic hand.”

“That means Donut has me,” Grif said grimly. “Tucker’s probably taking video.”

“I guess.” Simmons leant forward, now much more interested in the strange device lying on the table. “I bet this is what caused it,” he said, gesturing at the small machine.

“Cool, but what the fuck is it?” Grif asked.

“I… yeah, I have no idea. Sarge said he didn’t know what it was or how it worked, either.” Simmons paused for a moment, then turned to look at Lopez. “Hey, maybe Lopez knows how to fix it.”

“Obviously I can fix unfamiliar alien technology at the drop of a hat,” he said, his hilarious deadpan lost on the two idiots in front of him, as usual.

Different bodies, same idiots.

“Lopez, can you fix this, yes or no?” Simmons asked.

“No,” Lopez said flatly. That was the one word these morons seemed to consistently understand.

“Well, that puts us back at square one, I guess,” Simmons sighed. “I wonder if anyone else was affected?”

“If we go get breakfast, we can find out,” Grif said, trying to hide the hopeful note in his voice.

Simmons sighed. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Lopez followed them to the mess hall, admitting – at least to himself – that he was curious.

The mess hall was pandemonium.

Groups of soldiers were gathered everywhere, all talking, arguing, crying, or just staring into the nearest reflective surface in disbelief. There was no sign of anyone trying to calm or organise the chaos. Lopez did spot Grif and Simmons – now Donut and Sarge, of course – sitting on the opposite side of the hall.

“There you are, you no-good rotten bodysnatcher!” Sarge said as soon as they sat down. Even using Simmons’ body, his voice was still gruff and stubbornly Southern. “Why I oughta-”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t take your fuckin’ body on purpose,” Grif snapped.

“I think it’s kinda fun,” Donut piped up. “And kind of exciting. I mean, I don’t know who most people are yet, and I haven’t found Doc-”

“No,” Grif snapped, pointing a finger at Donut, “No doing weird shit with my body.”

Donut put a hand to his heart. “Grif! I would never! I’m going to take great care of your body!”

“Probably better care than he takes of it,” Simmons said under his breath.

It was at that moment that Wash suddenly sat down unannounced at their table. This wasn’t unusual; the fact that he was completely shirtless, however, was. For a moment they were all shocked into silence.

“Don’t worry,” Wash said, leaning back in his seat, “Lesser men than you have been stunned into silence by the sight of my abs.”

There was another moment of silence. Then everyone drew in a breath nearly in synch, preparing to unleash numerous variations of what the ever-loving fuck. But before anyone could speak, a huge crash echoed through the hall.

Caboose was standing in the doorway, clutching the doorknob of one of the mess hall doors in his hand. The door had been ripped entirely out of its frame, hinges swinging loose.

“Tucker!” he yelled. “Come back here with my body!”

/

“Alright,” Kimball said, her hands on her hips. “I know this is going to be a testing time for everyone. For now I just have to ask you to grin and bear it until we can work out what the hell happened.” She paused, and then sighed heavily. “And yes, for the moment, I am Private Matthews.”

There were a few conspicuous coughs, but no one outright laughed. “I’m honoured to lend you my body, General!” Matthews called from the back of the room. Doctor Grey’s voice sounded squeaky rather than cheery when he used it.

“…thank you, Matthews,” Kimball said. “Anyway, on to the issue at hand. We need to work out what caused this…bodyswap, and how to fix it.” She turned and looked Simmons. “You said you had some idea of what happened, Captain.”

“Possibly,” Simmons said. “I mean, Sarge was er…fiddling with some unknown alien technology in the workshop last night.”

Kimball looked from face to face. “Colonel, maybe you could tell us more…wherever you are?”

“Right here, General,” Sarge said from Simmons’ body. “Don’t know what that bamboozling bit of alien techno-garbage is, but it sure didn’t seem to be doin’ anythin’ when I was experimentin’ on it last night.”

“When you fell asleep it still hadn’t responded to anything,” Lopez said, “It hasn’t given off any recognisable power readings at all. I doubt it has anything to do with our current problem.”

“Er… what was that?” Kimball asked.

“He said the alien device probably isn’t the cause of our problem,” Andersmith’s deep voice said. When everyone turned to stare at him, he added, “Oh, Doctor Grey speaking, by the way. And can I say I am loving the experience of borrowing your body, Lieutenant Andersmith! I’ve never been able to lift several pieces of lab equipment at once!”

“You’re welcome, Doctor,” Jensen’s voice said from the other side of the room.

“Alright, so if it wasn’t the alien device in the armoury,” Kimball said, “What was it?”

Resounding silence filled the room. People exchanged glances, but no one seemed willing to speak up.

“There was some kind of energy pulse at 3:36 last night,” Church said eventually, flickering into being above Carolina’s shoulder. “I didn’t think it was important at the time – didn’t look out of the ordinary – but I guess I should take a closer look at it.”

“Please do that,” Kimball said. “In the meantime, we should search for any other alien tech on the base, especially anything that looks like it’s been activated. We’ll organise into search teams now.”

In the resulting hubbub, Lopez slipped out of the room and made his way back to the armoury.

It would take those idiots days to find anything on the base, if their previous record was anything to go by. If there was some weird tech here, he’d find it quicker than anyone else.

He logged into a computer terminal and got to work.

/

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The rhythmic banging had been going on for at least half an hour. Clang, clang, clang, every strike reverberating around the huge room, echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to achieve,” someone said. The voice belonged to Locus, but the intonation was clearly not his.

“I am just,” clang “very” clang “frustrated.” Clang.

“I can see that.”

“Look doc, I don’t need you in here psychoanalysing me.” A pair of eyes turned to look at him, one dark brown, the other entirely black. “Especially not when you look like fuckin’ Locus.”

“I’ll come back later then,” Locus – actually the Counsellor – said softly, before turning away and retreating back into the hallway.

Felix, unwillingly and very unhappily trapped in Sharkface’s body, went back to hammering at the strange alien device in the middle of the room, hoping his repeated strikes would make it reverse somehow.

Or break it. That would be fine too.

Outside, the Counsellor found Felix’s body and, disconcertingly, his own sitting side by side on a low wall. Locus had – much to his displeasure – been forcibly ejected from the Temple by Felix, who was apparently extremely uncomfortable watching his own body move around without being able to control it. Sharkface seemed equally uneasy – probably from the loss of his muscles, Aiden thought unkindly.

“He’s still in a mood?” Locus asked.

“He is. I would let him work it out, but I fear he will irreparably damage the alien device if we allow him to continue.”

“He’s the one who fuckin’ set it off in the first place,” Sharkface snapped. His growl didn’t sound even half as menacing in the Counsellor’s soft voice.

“And we’ll all be fucked if he breaks it.” Locus stood up, faltering a little as he did. He was clearly still getting used to being a lot shorter than usual. “Let’s deal with it.”

“With what? These noodle arms?” Sharkface flopped both arms around to demonstrate their apparent weakness. “You’ll have to take doc over here, or go it alone.”

“I suppose I should thank you for being so concerned about my body’s welfare,” the Counsellor said drily.

“More I ain’t in a hurry to get punched in the face,” Sharkface shrugged.

Locus eyed him with consideration. “Do you think you’d be of use?”

Aiden snorted. “Me? No. I don’t think suddenly having muscle will help a man who barely knows how to throw a punch.” He gave Locus a penetrating look. “He’s your partner. You of all people should know his weak spots.”

Locus glared right back at him. “Usually I try not to hit them.”

“He will understand, when everything is fixed.”

Locus hesitated, glancing between the entryway to the Temple and the two of them waiting for him to come to a decision. Then he squared his shoulders. “Wait here,” he snapped, and he disappeared inside the Temple.

“…and if they kill each other?” Sharkface asked a few moments after Locus disappeared from sight.

“Then we’ll have less to worry about,” Aiden said flatly. “And we might be able to start fixing the alien device. Or attempting to do so.”

“Can’t come quickly enough,” Sharkface muttered. “No offense, man, but I hate your body.”

“Unfortunately it was the only one I had to offer,” Aiden said with a raised eyebrow.

There was a yelp and a thud from inside the Temple. They both tensed, waiting; when no more sound was forthcoming, Sharkface said, “I think that’s our cue.”

“Right.” They made their way into the Temple together.

It wasn’t hard to navigate; soon enough they came to the main room and found Locus, standing over Sharkface’s crumpled body. “You better not have done permanent damage,” its temporarily separate owner growled as he entered the room.

Locus cracked his knuckles slowly. “I know my limits. He’s- you’re- you know what I mean. You both are fine.”

“Glad to hear it.” Sharkface turned to the central feature of the room, the strange alien device sticking out of the floor. “Now, I haven’t got all day, Counsellor. Can you fix this thing or not?”

“Me?” The Counsellor smiled. “Oh no. We’ll have to call in an engineering team. Better settle in for a long wait, gentlemen.”

Locus cursed under his breath. “This is the last time I let him wander in alien temples unsupervised.”

[aboyandhisstarship]

the story I posted about chapter one

RVB story (title pending chapter one )

Agent Connecticut walked through the starship the “mother of invention” towards the “secure” server room. The room was in fact about as secure as a lock on a dollhouse so breaking in was about as difficult as it sounds. But Connie was getting herself off track she was breaking in to get information about the new guy “Delaware” they had received the basics form the director a simple piece of paper reading:

New recruit arrival time 0600 tomorrow

Name: Agent Delaware

Speciality: electronics and explosives (that last one was weird because the already had Agent Francis Illinois their demolitions expert)

Bunkmate: Agent Georgia

It was signed simply at the bottom DR. L church director of project freelancer

The freelancer’s except for agent Carolina (who may already know or simply did not care) wanted to know about their new recruit and as such Connie was breaking into the server room. Bypassing the door like she did a thousand times before she easily slipped inside and downloaded the data the file simply labeled  Agent Delaware personnel. Going back to her room she dug into the file starting in basic information:

 Agent Delaware

Civilian name:  Brian (the last name was blanked out but not completely it looked like it start with a W)

Military rank prior to recruitment: Lance corporal

Military Id number: 2311811892  

Posting prior to recruitment:  ODST recon unit 161 aboard the UNSC Valley Forge

Age: 21 earth years (Connie was shocked at this she heard about those recon guys they didn’t mess around and he was just a kid)

Personnel history: Born aboard the UNSC mining vessel the Magnolia his father was the Captain his mother the chief medical officer. Brian quickly adapted to life in space by the age of six he had shown a natural knack for electronics and machines and by the age of 8 he could make/alter any of the mining explosives faster than other member of the crew. When he was 18 he joined the UNSC marine core of engineers with the hope being to put his skills to good use. During his time in basic training he was shown to be beyond competent with the construction of explosives and electronic gadgets on the fly which helped his team out many times during team based exercises such as capture the flag . Following this show of clear skill he was offered a spot in the ODST’s which he gladly accepted. he performed 126 classified seek and destroy and recon missions with his team before he received the news on the Valley forge  that the magnolia was destroyed, some fresh out of training engineer stumbled upon Brian’s custom built explosive’s still aboard the ship . The unnamed crewmember accidently triggered the explosives destroying the ship there were no survivors. Brian was recruited into the project less than a week later.

 Psychological profile:

Brian experiences not surprising amount of survivor’s guilt and self-blame considering the recent death of his family and friends.

His former unit members describe him as a little weird and naïve like he grew up in space or something (who said the counsellor couldn’t make jokes thought Connie with a shake of her head) but he is able to socialise well and has a talent for getting people to like him through combination of wit charm and ice breaking jokes most would describe as poor.

 Recruitment purpose:  “this section was again blanked out just like all the other freelancers files” thought Connie bitterly

Finally the last page was a couple of pictures of the new kid. The first being his official file photo with him standing straight as an arrow looking at the camera and not smiling he had short brown hair the left hand side of which was inexplicably always  sticking up (the explanation for witch was in his health papers she skimmed past looking for all the juicy gossip) he had light blue eyes and freckles all over his face a fairly short and straight nose and was clean shaven. The next picture showed him in his ODST uniform with the rest of his squad getting ready for a Drop he looked very much the same save his face was lit up with a smile he had a slight 5 o’clock shadow (probably form not having time to shave) and bags under his eyes he final picture was him in his Project freelancer Amour. A relaxing desert sage color recon amour with the same type of helmet  as agent Washington or North Dakota tucked under his arm a pair of Dog tags hanging  around his neck and over the front of the amour.

Connie signed and stared at the clock it was 0430 most of the others would be up in an hour and for the first time since she started gathering info on the new recruit’s she wasn’t sure if she wanted to tell them. She then got up with a huff and started walking towards the mess thinking all the while “York’s going to have a field day with him”

  AN: Your thoughts ?

[rvb-relationship-royale]

Today’s update, plus a little clarification for some frequently raised uncertainties!

-As it currently stands, I intend on doing my best to include any ship that is submitted and isn’t one of the few rejected ships detailed in my pinned post. Does that mean this is liable to get chaotic? yes- but this is the rvb fandom and chaos is our bread and butter. if we end up with 128 ships, then 128 ships it shall be.

-I am accepting poly ships and crack ships (here’s looking at you, vic/zealot). Every ship you’ve ever shipped, or just the ones you think would be funny to see people fight over- feel free to submit. Anything that’s not in the exclusion list is fair game, folks!

So without further ado, here’s the numbers for day two!

Church/Tex, aka Chex (2 submissions)

Grif/Simmons, aka Grimmons (6 submissions)

Tucker/Wash, aka Tuckington (2 submissions)

Caboose/Donut, aka Pastry Train (4 submissions)

Church/Tucker, aka Chucker (8 submissions)

Caboose/Wash, aka Washingboose (3 submissions)

Grif/Tucker, aka Grucker (2 submissions)

Sarge/Wash, aka Sargington (2 submissions)

Doc/Wash, aka Docington (2 submissions)

Doc/Donut, aka Docnut (3 submissions)

Church/Caboose, aka Churboose (2 submission)

Donut/Wash, aka Washnut (3 submission)

Tucker/Donut, aka Tucknut (2 submissions)

North/York, aka Nork (1 submission)

Florida/Wyoming, aka Flyoming (2 submissions)

Locus/Felix, aka Lolix (5 submissions)

Delta/York, aka Dork (3 submissions)

Kai (Sister)/Tucker, aka Sucker (3 submissions)

Sarge/Dr. Grey, aka MedicGun (2 submissions)

Church/Donut, aka Churchnut (1 submission)

Kimball/Felix, aka Kimblix (1 submission)

Kimball/Doyle, aka Kimboyle (1 submission)

Lopez/O'Malley, aka Lomalley (2 submissions)

Kimball/Dr. Grey, aka Greyball (1 submission)

Kimball/Carolina, aka Kimballina (4 submissions)

Jensen/Volleyball-Player Lieutenant, aka Jolleyball (1 submission)

Locus/Wash, aka Locington (1 submission)

Felix/Tucker, aka Fucker Tucklix (1 submission)

Bitters/Matthews, aka Bitthews (1 submission)

Bitters/Smith, aka Bittersmith (1 submission)

Bitters/Palomo, aka Bitlomo (1 submission)

Bitters/Jensen (1 submission)

Florida/Counsellor, aka Florice (1 submission)

South/Carolina, aka Southlina (1 submission)

York/Carolina, aka Yorkalina (2 submissions)

Sheila/Lopez, aka Sheilopez? (1 submission)

Red Zealot/V.I.C. (1 submission)

Maine/Wash, aka Mainewash (3 submissions)

C.T./479er (1 submission)

Tucker/Crunchbite (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Tex, aka Sex Texsis (4 submissions)

479er/Guy Moving The Crates (1 submission)

Florida/Sarge, aka Flarge (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Kimball, aka Kaiball (1 submission)

Locus/Donut, aka Locnut (1 submission)

Church/Sarge, aka Charge (1 submission)

Locus/Doyle, aka Loyle (1 submission)

Sharkface/Carolina, aka Sharkolina (2 submission)

Sarge/Locus, aka Sarcus? (1 submission)

Ohio (Vera)/Sherry (3 submissions)

Blue Team Poly (2 submissions)

Church/Wash, aka Churchington (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Caboose, aka Kaiboose (1 submission)

Caboose/Tucker, aka Tuckboose (1 submission)

Kai (Sister)/Church, aka Chai? Sischurch? (1 submission)

Jensen/Volleyball/Palomo (1 submission)

South/479er (1 submission)

Alpha/Maine (1 submission)

Doc/Donut/O’Malley (1 submission)

Church/Caboose/Tucker, aka Chuckboose (1 submission)

Sigma/Maine, aka Sigmaine? (1 submission)

Gamma/Wyoming (1 submission)

C.T./South, aka Southicut (1 submission)

Carolina/Dr. Grey, aka Greylina (1 submission)

Caboose/Sheila (1 submission)

North/York/Wash, aka Norkington (1 submission)

Sharkface/Locus (1 submission)

Sharkface/Donut (1 submission)

...And there are 68 ships overall!