Tucker: Let me get this straight... You're telling me that the guy that showed up here, scared the living shit out of us, shot at Caboose, and beat the hell out of the Reds wasn't a guy at all? That he was a chick? And, on top of that, she was your ex-girlfriend?
Church: In a nutshell, yes. That's an excellent summary.
Unknown: crazy.
Caboose: I should have known... She didn't like me... Girls never like me.
Tucker: Caboose, I don't think anybody likes you.
Caboose: I like me...
Unknown: eh, I tolerate him.
Tucker: I don't think I've seen a girl that mean before. Are you sure she's a chick? And not a guy? Or like, part guy part shark?
Unknown: or a ...
Tucker: you don't know any animals, do ya?
Unknown: .... No.
Church: I'm pretty sure I'd know if Tex was a guy. And I'm definitely sure I would know if she was part shark.
Caboose: Wait, oh wait, oh wait. If she's a girl, then why is she named Tex?
Church: Uh... because she's from Texas.
Caboose: ...
Church: Trust me, it makes sense. And you can't blame her for being so aggressive. It's not entirely her fault to begin with.
Tucker: Right. You should blame God. First he makes hangovers, and now, half women, half sharks that won't even sleep with me. Thanks for nothing, God!
Unknown: yeah- wait wha? Is that all you think about?
Church: Will you shut up with that? She got recruited into some kind of weird experimental program back during basic where they infused her armor with this really aggressive A.I. I'm not really sure how it all works, but all I know is it made her meaner and tougher than hell.
Caboose: A.I... What's the A stand for?
Church: Artificial.
Caboose: ...What's the I-
Church: (interrupts) Intelligence.
Caboose: Ooohhhhhhhhh what was the A again?
Unknown: I think it means artificial.
Church: Let's move on.
Tucker: So, the military put this program in her head, and that program made her a killer, but underneath it all she's really just a sweet, down-home girl?
Church: Oh hell no. She's always been a rotten bitch. It's just now she's a rotten bitch with cybernetic enhancements.
Unknown: wow, the worst kind.
Tucker: yeah. Sounds like you really won the lottery with that one. Good catch there, buddy. She's a keeper.
Church: So how're you doing, Caboose? Are you following any of this whatsoever?
Caboose: I think so... That guy Tex is really a robot, and you're his boyfriend. So that makes you... a gay robot!
Church: Yeah... that's right... I'm a gay robot.
At red base, Grif and Simmons are holding Tex at gunpoint.
Grif: So, you're a girl, huh?
Tex: ...
Simmons: Just ignore him, that's what I do.
Grif: Not so tough now that we unloaded your weapon, are ya?
Tex: Hey, punk, I don't need a weapon to kill you.
Grif: Yeah, right. What're you gonna do? Punch me?
Tex leans in at Grif quickly. Grif flinches and steps back.
Grif: Ahh! Not in the face!
Back to blue base
Church: Well don't worry because I have a great plan for how we're gonna rescue Tex.
Tucker: A plan? Oh, man, I hate plans. That means we're gonna have to do stuff. Can't we just have a strategy or a ..mission statement?
Unknown: or-or a briefing?
Church: I just need you guys to run a distraction, while I spring Tex.
Caboose: (nervous) Distraction? Heh. That sounds a lot like "decoy."
Church: The way I see it, the Reds have absolutely no idea how many Freelancers we have out here. So all I need from the three of you is to run around in the middle of the canyon, wearing black armor, while I sneak in the back of the base.
Tucker: Sounds good. But Church, where the hell are we gonna get three suits of black armor?
Church looks at the teleporter, then Tucker looks at it too.
Tucker: (looks back at Church) ...Oh fuckberries...
Unknown: you just had to ask.
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Agent Nebraska (RVB Blood Gulch Chronicles)
FanficNow what happens when a group of idiots in the middle of a box canyon have a new person with them. And the only thing that the new person knows is that he's one of those idiots, and wouldn't have it any other way. I do not own Red Vs Blue or Halo.
