Director: Dear Chairman.Fade in to the firefight between the Reds and the Blues
Director: Our records in this matter are impeccable, and I will refer you to them. It is true that we were granted the use of only one A.I. program, yet with special permission to conduct our experiments. That is all we were allowed to do, and that is all we have done. Of course, I am sure that you will agree, that the core mission of any scientific endeavour, is to find creative solutions to ...unexpected problems.
Washington: Where did these guys come from?
Church: I have no clue!
Washington: Do you think they're working with the Meta?
Church: Working with them? These guys don't do much working of any kind, so... no.
Washington: Look, there's Caboose and Ghost
Church: Are they dead?
South: Bullshit, I know Ghost and I know he won't die!
Dhuka: I agree, He is impossible to kill.
Sister: I found him with large cuts floating down a river, he was alive.
Washington: Hold on. Let me pull up the biocomm. Check there pulse rate.
Wash does just that while looking at Church
Church: Uh... you can monitor our vitals?
Washington: I can check on the whole squad during combat. Keeps me up to date. It doesn't work on you for some reason.
Church: Yeah uh ah, sure there's a... perfectly, logical, explanation for that.
Washington: We need to get to him. My HUD says they're alive but hurt.
Church ducks out and fires up at Caboose, then comes back in
Church: How 'bout now?
Washington: Stop that! And you missed him.
Church: Fuck! Sun was in my eyes.
Cut over to the Reds, firing from behind cover.
Sarge: Simmons, keep firing. Don't let up!
Simmons: Yes Sir!
Grif: And get the grenades out there!
Simmons: Yes Sirs!
Sarge: Grif, stop confusing everybody. I'm callin' the shots.
Grif: We're the same rank now, I can do whatever I want.
Sarge: You're not qualified to lead in battle!
Grif: Qualified? How hard could it be? Simmons, you're doing a terrible job, and you should try to win harder. I mean try harder. To win.
Sarge: That was awful.
Grif: I learned it by watching you.
Simmons: Excuse me Sir.
Grif and Sarge: What?
Simmons: *sigh* Never mind.
Cut to the Meta watching the fight on a video screen, and changing colour to red
Sarge: (on the screen) Simmons, aim for his bullets! Try to deflect them in mid air. Grif, come here! Your face can be used as a shield.
The Meta walks down toward the battle, and the screen he was looking at starts flashing "Generator Malfunction". Cut back to Sister, South, Dhuka, Wash and Church
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Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert) [Being heavily overhauled]
FanfictionYou were one of the first freelancers and one of the best you could never fill a mission no matter what happens you always succeed no matter who you fight you always come out on top. You've lost a lot of people you care about in your life along with...