Fade in to Simmons, Thea and Grif meddling with F.I.L.S.S. Thea was holding paper to Simmons while he worked and Grif leaned against the wall next to the door.
F.I.L.S.S.: That is not an approved operation-hey! Watch it buddy!
Thea: Sorry.
Simmons: Can you show me the data logs?
F.I.L.S.S.: Affirmative.
Sarge walks in the room.
Sarge: Simmons, any progress in restoring the Blues?
Simmons: It's a lot of data entry Sir. I was thinking I could hack the mainframe and reroute the data stream to-
F.I.L.S.S.: Or, we could just restore from an archive database.
Simmons: What?
F.I.L.S.S.: This is an off-site fallback facility. It is designed to have archives in case of data loss. Blue Team rosters would certainly be a part of that.
Simmons: Really?
F.I.L.S.S.: Yes. In fact, I am glad you pointed out the database anomaly. I had noticed it before, but did not have time to investigate. Strange.
Thea: Cool.
Simmons: Oh. Okay, yeah, restore that then.
F.I.L.S.S.: Done.
Simmons: Great.
F.I.L.S.S.: You seem disappointed. Did I do it too quickly, and make you look bad?
Simmons: No...
Thea: Ha.
F.I.L.S.S.: I could always, pretend that you hacked me, if it would make you look better to your friends.
Simmons: Stop patronizing me.
F.I.L.S.S.: Affirmative. Patronizing subroutines are now offline.
Simmons: You're still patronizing me aren't you.
F.I.L.S.S.: Kind of.
Thea: Ha!
Grif: Hmm.
Sarge: What is it Grif?
Grif: This is weird, if I'm reading this right there's a bunch of other red and blue bases.
Sarge: Of course there are Grif! The war is huge. The fate of the Galaxy rests in the balance.
Grif: Or, not.
Sarge: What's that mean?
Grif: Here, check this out, I'm looking at the list of missions for all the different bases, and some of them look... familiar.
Thea: Are you kidding me? This is so weird.
Simmons: Let me see. Huh, apparently they set up bases in various locations and then send a Freelancer in for... training purposes.
Sarge: Training?
Grif: Practice.
Sarge: Practice?
Simmons: Yeah, the Reds and Blues are just there to test the skills of the Freelancers.
Sarge: You mean the Blues.
Simmons: No I mean both of them, ah- both of us. It says here that "simulation bases will present scenarios that may occur for Freelancer agents in a galactic battle field."
Sarge: Simuwatshin?
Grif: He means we're like lab rats.
Thea: Like flying simulators to test pilots for scenarios that might happen.
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Red vs blue (female OC) season 8
FanfictionChurch is back but he can't remember anything except a mysterious black figure. The Meta and Washington are working together and have Simmons and Shawn captured, while killing Donut and Lopez. After finding out what her real father did to C.T. Thea...
