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His heart was shaped and molded from ashes, from steel, from pain, from death. His heart remained unwavering as the brave fell around him, before him. His heart contained no weakness no emotion or so he thought. His heart ached in a way he didn't know possible but there was no denying it. His heart was heavy with guilt the 'what ifs' and failed plans his job was to protect her. His heart in a body so strong was broken, shattered with her final touch. His heart mourned the loss of his love, his life Cortana.

Agent Texas: the legend, the marvel, the warrior. Without her, Project Freelancer would have no purpose. She was the true creator of the Project. He had spent his life searching for a way to bring Allison back. His love for her motivated his every move, his every breath. Losing her so quickly had broken his heart but at the same time awakened a part of his mind he didn't know existed-pure determination. There was a way he could bring her back, but doing so would only be possible through the use of artificial intelligence. She wouldn't be his Allison, but she would be alive. The process had taken him years to discover. Posing as an ally o

She was in a daze. She could only watch as a seemingly endless expanse of white ceiling passed over her head. The drugs in her system to counteract the pain and nearly knock her out were fading, albeit slowly. Her mind refused to process what had happened in the past couple of hours. She vaguely remembered being wheeled into the operating room amidst a horrible bout of pain. After having to leave Kaidan, she had felt an overwhelming feeling of fear. What was to happen, nobody knew. She closed her eyes as the bed she was being wheeled on passed through the hospital hallways. She was feeling dizzy. She didn't know how much time had passed sin

"Where are we going?" Joker sighed, his sister had been asking that very question all morning, "I told you, to see a friend." "Why won't you just tell me who we are going to see?" "Gunny," Joker put a hand on his sister's shoulder and squeezed, "it's a surprise. Trust me, you'll like her." Gunny made a noise in the back of her throat and followed Joker through the streets of London. After three months, the people of the city had cleaned up small sections of the downtown area. The main areas of the city were the cleanest. Joker and his younger sister were walking down London's main avenue. The clock tower, Big Ben, was to their right. It w

There was nothing congenial about the man-his spirit disgruntled by the anguish he had been put through. He had taken it all for granted; he didn't enjoy the exuberance of her presence while it was readily within his grasp. Now, with no one left to right his moral wrongs, to give him a hand in his time of need, he was desolate. Before his loss, his happiness had been blithe. It had been all in his head-the driving force for his each and every day. Such an air of satisfaction only served to disillusion him further when she was gone. At first, his stubborn attitude defied what everyone around him was trying to tell him. There was no way she ha

They were never objective in their reports-always slandering the Project at every opportunity. Their subjectivity was often taken as pure fact from those in higher power. They never tolerated as much as a simple misstep in the assigned missions, something that was nearly impossible to forgo in such high risk operations. With this in mind, the members of the Project tailored the statements to meet the preconceived standards in the UNSC's collective group of minds. The UNSC had always been partial to the organizations they favored. Little did they know how their lack of partisanship toward Project Freelancer would injure them in the future, th

She woke once more to the sound of the heartbeat monitor. The electronic beep was insistent, matching the pulse that she could feel in her temple when laying on her side. She felt an unfamiliar feeling in her abdomen, so the last time she awoke hadn't been a dream. She really was...she was... Shepard couldn't believe it. A day or so ago, she had wakened for the second time in weeks. Her mother had been at her side, holding her limp hand with her eyes half closed. He mom had been thrilled to tell her that her crew had made it back safely and that they all had visited her. Hannah had been ecstatic to tell her that a 'certain male...friend' o

She viewed the rankings with distaste. Not a day before, her name had graced the top spot; she had been the top freelancer-the best of the best. The glowing blue board seemed to taunt her, to point out the obvious fact of her demotion. Agent Texas... She mentally spat at the notion of the mysterious rookie who had come into their family and upset the precarious balance of power. Something was horribly wrong, and the director's rage whenever questioned about Texas contributed to her suspicions. There was no way she was a rookie...not with the skills she displayed in combat. No normal person could defeat Carolina in battle, yet Texas conducted

He leaned against the window of the ship, looking at the endless sea of stars in the distant vestiges of the galaxy. Closer to them was the elegant planet of Saturn; its rings circling the planet like a bird around prey. They were finally in the Sol System. Without the mass relays, it had taken the Alliance rescue ship a few long weeks to traverse from the Horsehead Nebula. The frigate followed the distress beacon initiated by the Normandy, which had taken the ship to a jungle planet at the edge of the system. It hadn't taken them long to find the downed Normandy and her misshapen crew. They had been taken aboard the frigate, cleaned up, an