Fade in to Crash Site Alpha. Two Feds - a Technician and a Soldier - are taking cover behind rocks and ship wreckage. There's a firefight ongoing around them.
Lap Fed: Oh God, I'm hit!
Crash Site Fed: Medic! We need a medic over here!
The Rebel Medic runs to them.
Rebel Medic: I'm a medic! Calm down, soldier. Where are you hit?
Lap Fed: Oh, those bastards got me. They got me right in the lap!
Rebel Medic: Alright, ah... I'm sorry, what was that?
Lap Fed: Urrgh, the lap!! I was shot in the lap!!
Rebel Medic: So, like your upper thigh?
Crash Site Fed: Didn't you hear him? He said HIS LAP!!!
Lap Fed: Oh God, my lap!!
Rebel Medic: It's just that that's not really proper anatomical-
Crash Site Fed: (interrupts) Well, excuse my friend here for not being a certified medical genius!!
Lap Fed: Ungh, come on, lady! I need some slack, I'm bleeding out here!!
Rebel Medic: Um, right. Sorry. Are you hit anywhere else?
Lap Fed: Uh, my tummy!
Crash Site Fed: They got'im right in the tummy.
Rebel Medic: (sighs) This is gonna be a long day.
The Reds drive past in their Warthog. Cut to the Reds, Grif stops the Warthog.
Sarge: Simmons! Status report!
Simmons: We're completely surrounded, severely unprepared and reinforcements aren't coming any time soon!
Sarge: (climbs out of the warthog) Excellent news!!
Grif: Excellent?!
Sarge: I was beginning to worry this wasn't gonna be much of a fight! But ya gotta hand it to those villains, always one step ahead. (chuckles) You can learn a thing or two from them, Simmons.
Simmons: I'll be sure to keep that in mind if we survive, sir.
Grif hops out of the warthog.
Grif: (mockingly) Any bright ideas, Colonel?
Sarge: The way I see it, we'll punch through the Pirates' defenses with an adrenaline-fueled slow-motion car crash! Thus creating an opening for us to escape and allowing me to scratch one more thing off my "screw it"-list.
Grif: How do you just make something slow-motion?
Sarge: If it's epic enough, life finds a way.
Simmons: Love the enthusiasm! It's great, sir. Really. But don't you think we could try something, that won't get my head blown off?
Sarge: You could always switch seats with Grif.
Simmons: Done.
Grif: (gets in the warthog) Screw this! We're regrouping with Wash!
Sarge: (climbs in, while Grif drives off) You just always have to suck the joy out of everything don't ya?
Cut to the Jungle Temple. The away team is still safe inside the Bubble Shield. The four Pirates are standing by, guns raised, in case the shield drops.
Tucker: So... any ideas?
Thea: (quietly) How about when the shield goes down, we shoot them before they get the chance.
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Red vs blue (Female OC) season 13
ФанфикChorus is now in war with the mercenary's and the space pirates. Two new enemies come into the picture and they have grudges against the freelancers. What happens when Thea's mark begins to act up, will it tell us about Thea's past and the past Supe...
