This is basically a fanfic by me, that details the past of Baldr and (to a MUCH lesser extent), the Director. More a-coming soon!
"This is Delta Four-Niner."
"Copy that, Foxtrot Seven speaking".
"Copy, Foxtrot. Has the target been sighted?"
"Affirmative, Delta. Proceeding with confirmation."
"Negative. We need to take him now."
"The target requires observation."
"*Sigh* Copy that. Observation confirmed."
"The Director won't be happy."
"He's never happy. Just let Odin know he can wait another few months for his trainee."
"You tell him!"
Fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge fudge.
Hello, this is Project Valhalla operative Baldr speaking. Yes, I know, I had my ever-lovin' head cut off. Oh, and I'm pretty sure my leg is gone too.
So, how am I still alive, you ask? Good question.
See, thanks to my bio-enhancement, I'm able to stay awake for weeks on end. So, right now, I'm like a chicken with it's head cut off. I can't see, can't feel, but I can feel my brain thinking.
Which leaves me with approximatley 2 hours and 60 seconds to live before I die for real.
And, from the sounds coming over the intercom, I don't think that's gonna happen. Which leaves me with two hours to kill.
Might as well storytell. Oh, and, interesting fact, but if someone DOES rescue me, I quit. I got BEHEADED on ODIN'S orders. Yeah, not exactly a good time to insure my loyalty.
Freelancer sounds pretty good now.... wonder if they have a Idaho yet....
Author's Note: Any long-time member of the wiki will probably get the reference at the end of the prologue. Just saiyan.