[color=00aeef][b]Lancer-Sergeant Robert Kyle - Siege of Indianapolis[/b][/color]


Robert quickly strapped on his flight suit and helmet, heart pounding in his chest as he did so. He’d just received word from the flight commander that he’d be needed to fill the spot of a wounded pilot that had been taken out of action by a anti-air round. His eagerness to finally get back up in the air and be behind the controls of a Brotherhood aircraft was tempered only by his sympathy for the man whose place he was taking. This was war however, and he couldn’t dwell on those sorts of things too much. The Brotherhood needed every bird in the air to evacuate wounded soldiers that were already streaming in from the front lines. His other hope, of course, was that this action would finally prove his worth to the Midwestern high command: finally he could have a chapter and an Elder to serve once again. 

Once he was suited up and ready to go, he departed for the helipad immediately. With practiced ease, he warmed up the bird’s engines, did all of the necessary pre-flight checks as thoroughly as if Lancer-Captain Kells was watching him closely from the grave, and once he’d received the all-clear, he was up in the air. 

The feel was exhilarating, and he couldn’t help but smile even as the battle raged below him. His destination was an evac point a short distance outside the city, and it would only take a few minutes to get there, but he intended to enjoy every moment in the air he could. He could as well have been flying back to the Prdywen after a successful mission, and he could almost smell the salisbury steak and the cheerful looks of his brothers and sisters as they greeted him in the mess,

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you all…” He said, his hand reaching for the dog tags around his neck, “I swear….I’ll avenge you. Somehow...”

He could almost hear their response. It was like the voice of God in his head. One that was forgiving, kind, even gentle. It made him feel immediately at ease. 

[i]There’s nothing to avenge. You’re performing your duties admirably...J3-36.[/i]

Robert’s eyes widened in horror. 

“No...”

[i]Indeed. We need to pull you out of your fantasyland for a brief time. Don’t worry...we’ll put you back. But right now you need to be cognizant. End personality subroutine.[/i]

J3’s face lowered. His eyes deadened. He remembered everything. He knew exactly what he was...and he didn’t care. 

“How can can I assist Director Secord?” 

[i]Watcher pods are gathering as much intel as possible about this battle. This is an information goldmine. It’s everything we wanted and more. Troop movements, supply and logistics information, battle tactics, armor and weapons readouts...we’re getting all of it. You don’t need to worry about all that however, what I want you to do right now...is monitor The Brotherhood’s comm chatter...let's see if we can make some use of you....[/i]