Red vs Blue: Remembrance

New and Improved

DURING FREELANCER MANY YEARS AGO...

York, Wash, North, Cal, and South were in the Freelancer locker room. South paces angrily back and forth.

South: What?! This is bullshit!

North: South, calm down!

South: Calm down?! That's easy for you to say; you already have an AI. Who the fuck is she to take away our place?!

Wash: Our turn will come. They've already put me back on the list for...

South aproaches him, forcing him down on a bench.

South: What?! Ugh!!

South kicks over the bench next to Wash in frustration.

York: You ever notice every time you open your mouth you make things worse?

Wash: Sorry...

South: And two AI?! Why is she so special!? What's so special about either of them?!

Enraged, South punches Texas' locker open, causing the nametag to fall off. Tex walks in behind her.

Tex: Pick it up.

York: What're you doing in here? You never come in here.

Tex: I've come for Carolina.

Tex turns back to South.

Tex: Pick it up.

The two angrily glare at each other for a brief moment before South picks up a half of the nametag that reads "Tex". She shoves it towards Tex's chest and walks out of the room, angrily punching a wall on her way out.

North: I...I should probably uh....I better go.

North stands up and quickly leaves.

Tex: Where is she?

York: Look, Texas, I don't know if you're looking for a fight, or whatever it is you want, but now is not the time. Carolina just went into surgery. We don't know when she'll be out so we're headed over to recovery to wait for her.

Wash: Yeah, Recovery One.

York: Maybe you should come with us.

Tex sees Cal standing a few feet away, leaned up against the wall, looking at the deck.

Tex: Yeah, go on York. I'll catch up.

Wash and York leave the room as she approaches Cal.

Tex: You've been pretty quiet lately. Care to share?

California: Why should you give a fuck?

Tex: It's your "girlfriend" that's been pretty pissed at me lately. And I can't help but feel you've probably got some resentment towards me as well.

Cal takes off his helmet and looks at her visor.

California: The only person on this damned ship I "resent", which is quite possibly the kind word of putting it, is the fucking Director. He's done nothing but pit us against each other. And now he's more crazed than ever, letting Carolina put two AI in her head.

Tex sees him clench his fists and puts her hand on his shoulder.

Tex: While I'd never say it to her face, I respect Carolina. And I respect you, above everyone else.