Chairman: Dear Director.
Fade in to the beach of Zanzibar where numerous objects fall from the sky as the Chairman speaks.
Chairman: Do your “creative solutions” include the circumvention of the safety protocols that every member of the Military must follow? If they do not, then I fail to see how an enemy has managed to secure not one, but several of your experimental A.I.s. The protocol is not a guideline, dear Director, it is doctrine. And no one is above its rule.
Cut to Grif running for his life as a tumbling Warthog chases behind him.
Grif: Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, ooooh God!
The Warthog hits two palm trees, nearly crushing Grif. Church walks out of his hiding place.
Church: Oh my God, that guy got fucked up!
Grif: What the hell was that!?
Church: Aw, he lived? That's bullshit.
Church returns to his hiding place.
Sarge: Grif, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times, you gotta pay attention in battle! You can't let yourself get distracted by- oh crap, flying jeep.
A flying Warthog, thrown by the Meta, nearly hits Sarge.
Simmons: Run!
Simmons and Sarge retreat, chased by several falling objects of considerable size and mass.
Church: Well. Guess they're definitely not workin' together.
Washington: Now that he's powered up, he's just killing everything. We're next.
Sarge: Move it or lose it.
Simmons: Yeah come on, scootch, scootch.
Church: Hey. Get out of here, Reds. This is our cover.
Simmons: What is that thing?
Church: You guys remember Tex?
Simmons: Yeheah, the girl who kicked our asses all the time?
Church: Yeah, well, this thing's like, eight of her.
Washington: It must be at full power now. Church, you and the Reds keep it busy. I'm going to help Caboose.
Washington runs off.
Simmons: Did he say keep it busy?
Church: Yeah...
Simmons: How the hell do we do that?
Sarge: Looks like Grif is doing a pretty good job already.
Cut to a pile of objects of considerable size and mass, with more arriving regularly, and Grif behind it.
Grif: Okay I get it! Stop throwing things at me, you fucking jackass!
Sarge: Keep up the good work, Grif!
Grif: Ow! Okay, that could have taken out an eye!
As the Meta was about to throw another piece of metal, a steel pipe flies in and hits in the head, causing him to drop his would be projectile. He turns towards the thrower and sees Rayner, beat up and out of the ruble.
Meta: (growling sounds)
Rayner: I'm not done with you yet, asshole.
Rayner grabs the knife in his shoulder and pulls it out.
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Red vs Blue : Mirage
HumorFormer mercenary Kyle Rayner has lived a rough life. After retiring from mercenary work he sought to live a normal life, but soon learns how hard it is to adjust to civilian life after all the grueling missions he's been on. So, he does the next bes...
