Chapter 5: A Real Fixer Upper

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Crash Site Bravo
Communications Tower

Tucker stands around as Washington works on the comm tower.

Tucker: I'm just sayin', I feel like somebody should have found us by now.

Washington: Hm?

Tucker: You know, it's like if a plane crashes and disappears that's fine, civilians, whatever. 

Washington: Not sure if I agree with you on that.

Tucker: But this was a fucking spaceship. That's like national tragedy level important.

Washington: It was a big ship.

Tucker: And what about GPS? The Galactic Positioning System should have been able to inform Command of our location within seconds of a mayday.

Washington: How... do you know that?

Tucker: Uh...

Hand of Merope
Before the Crash...

Tucker stands around as the Spaceship Operator works on the computer.

Spaceship Operator: The Galactic Positioning System would be able to inform Command of our location within seconds of a mayday, so even if the ship were to crash, rescue would be practically immediate. Isn't that rad?

Tucker: Cool, nerd stuff. Hey Sperglord, is it just me, or is that blonde over there checking me out?

Spaceship Operator: Who? The pilot?

Tucker: Yeah she's definitely checking me out.

Tucker walks over to the pilot.

Spaceship Operator: Wait! You can't go over there!

Tucker: Hey baby, I hear you're a pilot. Think you could pull up on my throttle? Bow chicka bow wow.

Alarms and red lights go off.

Crash Site Bravo
Communications Tower

Tucker: I read it in a book?

Washington: I don't believe you. 

Wash returns to work on the comm tower. 

Washington: Then again, I don't really care.

Tucker: Phew...

Wash straightens up again. 

Washington: Hey.

Tucker: Oh-oh what? Nothing.

Washington: What happened to my soldering iron?

Tucker: Oh, uh... I don't know.

Washington: Dammit. This would be going so much faster if I didn't have to keep tracking down equipment evey five minutes.

Tucker: What, you think the Reds took it?

Wash switches his rifle for a shotgun, cocks it, and imitates Sarge.

Washington: Men, it appears our shitty fortifications aren't meeting my ridiculous standards! Let's steal Washington's tank and fire at our walls! That'll fix it. 

Tucker stays silent.

Washington: ...Yes, I think the Reds took it.

Tucker: Man, why are you so wound up all the time?

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