Red vs Blue: Remembrance

What's The "I" Stand For?

PRESENT DAY...

Wash and South walk up to Carolina, who is standing by a generator.

Wash: Looking for something?

Carolina: Leads, information, anything. You said Maine had been through here, right?

South: Well, yeah, but that was years ago.

Carolina: Then look closely. Don't tell me hanging around those morons has turned you both soft.

Slade, Tucker, and Epsilon sneak up on an upper platform and look down at them.

Tucker: Hey, she said morons, that's us.

Epsilon: Tucker, shut up, let me listen.

Slade: How 'bout you both shut up? Your mouth is bigger than his anyways, Church.

Wash: The Meta was attempting to transfer energy from these turbines into his suit. It was the only way he could keep his equipment running.

Carolina: Huh, poor Maine.

Wash: Carolina, it wasn't your fault.

Carolina: But it was my AI.

South: Yeah, and once Sigma and Omega and the others got wiped out by the EMP, Maine could've turned it all around, but he didn't. He CHOSE to go back to being a walking death-machine. His death is his own fault.

Carolina: Cal was the one who killed him.

South: And what? You think he enjoyed it?!

Wash: Besides, none of us could have known what would happen when you gave Sigma to Maine.

Carolina: Yeah? Well sometimes I'm not so sure.

Wash: What?

Carolina: We were told that the AI were specifically designed for each of us, right? North was chosen for Theta, York had Delta, Cal had Rho, but Sigma was mine.

South: Cut the cryptic shit and get to the point.

Carolina: You really think the Director didn't know what would happen?

Wash: Carolina, that's ridiculous.

Carolina: He always had his little experiments. He just forgot to take a few extra variables into account.

Wash: And what about now? The whole world thinks you're dead. Do you think he knows you're coming for him?

Carolina: Yes, I do. And for once, I look forward to proving him right.

Wash: (sighs) The Director was always hard on you.

Tucker: Dude, he said hard on. Bow chicka-

Slade covers his mouth.

Epsilon: (whispering) Shut up. They're gonna hear you.

Carolina: He was hard on all of us.

Tucker: Oh come on, you've got to let me have that one.

Slade: How about I jam my fist up your arse?

Epsilon: Quiet, you're going to give away our position.

Tucker: I've got about five positions in mind for her. Bow chicka-

Slade: Shut. Up!