A machine whirs from within the cavern and noises arise in the background. Caboose can also be heard
Caboose: It's alive. It's alive! He's ali- Aw, now it's dead. (short pause) No, it's alive again! Oh, thank God that was close.
Cut to black. Fade in and pan to a shot of Tucker Will, Ava, Sourh, Delta and Washington repairing on the comm tower
Tucker: Ok, how about now?
Delta: (hits radio twice) Nothing.
Will: Hold on. (short pause) Ok, try it again.
Washington: (hits radio) Still nothing.
Tucker: Balls.
Washington: Hey, what exactly are you doing down there?
Tucker: Oh, you know.... Calibrating.
Washington: ...Calibrating.
Tucker: Yeah.
Washington: ...You guys haven't done anything, have you?
Tucker: Dude, I don't know what Were doing or why you sent us down here.
Washington: Right. Guess I should have expected that.
Tucker: Hey Wash, I think we got a situation.
Washington: What kind of- (looks down and sees Red Team) ...Oh.
Grif: Good to see you too.
South: Shouldn't you be back at bace.
Sarge: Shut up.
Washington: What do you want?
Sarge: Figured it be a good idea to come over and lend a hand.
Washington: No, that's a terrible idea. Please don't touch anything.
Ava: You'd probably break something.
Simmons: But we could provide tech support!
Sarge: Have you tried using any D batteries?
Washington: Power isn't our problem. These battery arrays are solar.
Sarge: Well, there's your problem. This baby needs to be converted to diesel on the pronto!
Washington: Solar is field-standard for communication systems.
Sarge: Well ooh-la-la, Private Hippy! Hey, I got an idea; why don't we just plant a garden in? Grow some organic sun-dried tomatoes, and open a farmer's market. Then on the first Saturday of the month, when the UNSC ships show up to buy some fresh sustainable produce, we just hop on board and ride back on the power of love!
Washington: ...Tucker, if they touch anything, or if he makes any more suggestions, prod them with your sword.
Tucker: Ha ha, now that's something I can get behind! Bowchickaboww- Wait, no! No no no no no!
Will: Ya that sounded wrong.
Sarge: Fine, well I guess you don't want any help from our incredibly advanced robotic companion. (beckons to Lopez 2.0)
Lopez 2.0: [Hello.]
Washington: Nope!
In the background
Grif: Racist!
In the foreground
Sarge: Hey tree-hugger, what if I told you it runs on recycled cooking grease? It's perfect. Grif sweats the stuff.
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Red Vs Blue season 11 male oc
FanfictionThe assholes you all know are shipwrecked. They have to try and survive and deal with there normal hilarious trouble. They also have a giant pet killer robot that could kill them all.
