Stepping back onboard the Ronin ship, Reno Bryce remembers everything again...
He remembers taking his Hovercraft, the Wildcat, to Zero One. He remembers the Machines not tolerating his disobedience. His attachment to both Zionists and Exile sympathizers. As a redpill devoted to System stability he'd overstepped his boundaries by providing too much information to the other side. He'd found himself locked in too tightly with Ingus and his Dark Mavericks. He'd helped to restore the Watchmaker, working together with Les Enfant Terribles' very own DJSitrom and Mr. Hill, known as SkyBruin, of Morpheus' Legacy. He'd even seen the rogue operation, Greenlee, go into hiding as a Merovingian operative. He'd slipped in his duty to the System.
Being plugged back in as a bluepill was a precaution. Or so that's what he'd seen it as now, as he made his way back through the metallic walls of Ronin's interior. He remembered he'd gone too far. He was thankful for Morpheus' Legacy and all that they'd done to set him free once more, but he was back at home within the Machine network. He was awoken again by Zion to serve a purpose, only not the one they had intended for him. As he entered the carrier room, he made his way over to the seat next to ianfish and Freak, sitting back into his chair and resting his head. It was time to head back in to where those politics mattered most...
...Reno Bryce felt the surge of electrical impulses as IceGhost pushed the jack in to the base of his skull. Everything was a brilliant flash and then darkness. Suddenly, green code washes over Bryce's vision and objects fall into place. Standing within a white room, the loading area, Bryce looks over at the desk in front of him. A pair of Bedlams rests beside his Widow's Moor lenses. As he slides the guns beneath his coat, Reno looks over into the mirror -- the only other object within the room -- before slipping the sunglasses over his eyes. In the digital world, his short brown locks are replaced with sapphire strands pulled back into a ponytail. He tugs the edges of his coat around his weapons, adjusting the bandana around his neck while he has the luxury of a mirror. Canting his head to the side, he looks over at the rotary phone as it buzzes on the desk. Reaching over, he lifts it.
Suddenly, W4rbl4de finds himself stepping out into the International districts, not far from home as a bluepill. He is met by familiar faces, still obedient to the System. Lifting the bandana up over the lower portion of his face, it hides the smile. There's work to be done...
"Ice and Kel will be in shortly," chimed Freak. "Systematica's issued another hit on one of the E Pluribus Neo terrorists." W4rbl4de was left to wonder why they had to deal with a problem that was directed mainly at the Cypherites. Oh, yes... Of course... The preservation of the System. This threat didn't only put Cypherites at risk. All bluepills, and therefore the Machines. There had to remain a balance. As such, these Ronin -- these Samurai -- would band together and keep harmony.
