Oliver: -to Quartz- I, uh... don't.
-to Hathor- Yep. I didn't help defend a hospital ship and...
oh Christ, how many people are dead because I didn't do anything?
-doesn't respond to Roy, as he is now caught up in his own panic-
-Meanwhile, in videoland, Oliver demonstrates basic marksmanship capability, and after a short notice of approval, the video... fast-forwards?-
-Oliver and his new friends are in what appears to be the launch bay of a ship, heading towards what might be an escape pod-
Marvin: Alright, folks! To recap; IMC's attacking another frontier colony and we're being dispersed over the countryside! We're gonna be helping a few other Rifleman teams clear out a small town! IMC presence where we're dropping is light, worst we can expect are Stalkers, but keep your wits about you!
The Rest Of The Squad: Yes, sir!
-The team arrives by their pod, which pops open. Looks like they're going to drop in from orbit. Everyone files into the pod; by the time everyone's fitted there's barely any room between the pod's four occupants-
Marvin: Alright, deserter. Let's see how much fight you've got in you.
-Anita sighs in displeasure, before the pod lurches and gets fired out of the ship, headed towards the colony world below...-
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Oliver: Hey, Suzu.
-The drop pod hits the ground and everyone rushes out to a very weird planet, where the grass is blue and the sky is orange. Off in the distance are the blocky prefabs that indicate a small town-
Marvin: This is Wombat 4-8, we are groundside! Moving to target area! -turns towards everyone else- Alright, folks. Doesn't look like we're too far out, but that's a lot of open ground to cover.
-Anita pulls up a pair of binoculars and looks around, before pointing towards the edge of a forest-
Anita: Looks like the forest edge comes up to... within five hundred metres of the town, I'd say? We sneak through there, then two of us move up to that outrigger building and two of us stay behind for cover fire.
Marvin: Good thinking. Deadeye, Deserter, you're both up. We move through the treeline exactly like she said and you two make the charge across open ground. Capiche?
Constance: Yes, sir!
Oliver: ...y-yes, sir!
Marvin: Good. Let's hoof it.
-Everyone heads out along the edge of the forest as the tape fast-forwards again-
Oliver: Weird how it keeps doing that. I just hit play.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Oliver: A tape containing what appears to be memories from a future I'm not experiencing.
I think this is going to lead up to how I got roboticized? I hope, anyways, otherwise I'm just airing all my dirty laundry for no benefit.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."-On reaching the edge of the forest, Marv motions to move and Constance boots ass-
-Oliver spends a few seconds looking over the pretty large field, whimpering in fea- -
Marvin: MOVE IT! -boots Oliver in the ass-
-Oliver scurries across the field like a lemming on crack, and hits the outrigger building with Constance. Peering around both sides, they flash a thumbs up before the other two teammates cross over-
-The next few minutes are somewhat uneventful, for a given interpretation of uneventful. Somebody - human or robot - tries to shoot at one of the members of the squad, and somebody else raises a weapon and puts them down. The shots are coming from far enough away that it's somewhat difficult to make out who's shooting or where they're shooting from as the squad makes their way across this outpost-
Oliver: -to Quartz- Maybe that's it.
-Six, in the meanwhile, taps Suzu on the shoulder-
Six: Just making sure, you know we've got another mission, right?
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: Yeah. Apparently we're gonna be headed to a colony world to settle some disputes. Might not want to shoot first, apparently there are giant robots with mountain-destroying weapons there.
-Eventually the squad approaches a single house and stacks up against it-
-As they look out around the few parts of the town they have left to clear, the steady cracking of a machinegun can be heard - inside the house-
Constance: Shit, there's an MG in the house!
Marvin: Looks like we found where most of the guys in this town are. Doorkicker, ready that shotgun, you're going in first. Deserter, you're behind her. Hopefully you remember those flagging lessons; watch your fire, am I clear?
Constance/Oliver: Yes, sir!
Marvin: Alright Doorkicker, you've got the con.
-Constance pulls out a blue arc grenade and unpins it-
Constance: You ready, Oliver?
-Oliver nods, and gulps audibly-
Constance: In three... two...
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

Real!Oliver: Yep.
That's me in the meat. Meeting the squad that I got assigned to after...
Captain: Anyways. Before we start rifle trials, might as well show you who you'll be working under. As you know, I'm Marvin Pinho, squad lead. I go by "Hoss".
-Marvin points to two other soldiers, both of them female. One looks physically imposing, the other quite nearly rail-thin with wiry muscle-
Marvin: The big girl's Constance Archer, she likes "Doorkicker". She's the breach specialist, so she has the shotgun and the arc grenades. Thinner one's Anita Lamarr, "Deadeye." Squad marksman. Can shoot the wings off a fly at 700 metres, so I'd avoid pissing her off.
Anita: You make it sound like it's easy.
Marvin: Fair enough, Anita. Ladies, I'd like you to welcome Oliver Jackson into the squad. Not that he looks the part, but Oliver is a felon - he derelicted defense duty on a medical ship, and were it not for him saving one of the medbays, he'd either be dead, in prison, or dead in prison right now. As it stands, this is his punishment detail. Treat him however you see fit, but don't kill him. He might be useful.
-Anita waves, looking relatively cheerful, while Constance seems relatively nonplussed by his presence, looking up once from loading her shotgun's drum magazine-
Marvin: Anyways, grab your carbine, deserter. Let's see if your aim's still sharp.
Real!Oliver: Aaaaaaaand of course he had to give out the rap sheet, didn't he.
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."