Red vs Blue (Male OC Insert) [Being heavily overhauled]

Reconstruction Season 6 Chapter 11

Chairman: Dear Director.

Fade in to the scene of the fight

Chairman: Do your "creative solutions" include the circumvention of the safety protocols that every member of the Military must follow? If they do not, then I fail to see how an enemy has managed to secure not one, but several of your experimental A.I.s. The protocol is not a guideline, dear Director, it is doctrine. And no-one is above its rule.

Grif: Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!

Church: Oh my God, that guy got fucked up!

Sister: Please be died!

Grif: What the hell was that!?

Sister: Damn!

Church: Aw, he lived? That's bullshit.

Sarge: Grif, if I've told you once I've told you a thousand times, you gotta pay attention in battle! You can't let yourself get distracted by- oh crap, flying jeep.

Simmons: Run!

Simmons and Sarge retreat, chased by several falling objects of considerable size and mass

Church: Well. Guess they're definitely not workin' together.

South: No shit sherlock!

Washington: Now that he's powered up he's just killing everything. We're next.

Sarge: Move it or lose it.

Simmons: Yeah come on, skootch, skootch.

Church: Hey. Get out of here Reds. This is our cover.

Simmons: What is that thing?

Church: You guys remember Tex?

Simmons: Yeheah, the girl who kicked our asses all the time?

Church: Yeah well this thing's like, eight of her.

Dhuka: Aka without Ghost, we might die.

Washington: It must be at full power now. Church, you and the Reds keep it busy. I'm going to help Ghost & Caboose.

Washington runs off

Simmons: Did he say keep it busy?

Church: Yeah...

Simmons: How the hell do we do that?

Sarge: Looks like Grif is doing a pretty good job already.

Sister: Yeah good job, bro!

Grif: Fuck you, Kaikaina!

Cut to a pile of objects of considerable size and mass, with more arriving regularly, and Grif behind it

Grif: Okay I get it! Stop throwing things at me you fucking jackass!

Sarge: Keep up the good work, Grif!

Grif: Ow! Okay, that could have taken out an eye.

Cut to Wash arriving at Ghost & Caboose's limp bodies

Washington: (whispering) Ghost. Caboose. Are you okay? Caboose. Dammit. Delta, are you here? Delta?

Radio sounds

Washington: Church, I have Caboose and Ghost. They're hurt, but I'm going to keep them alive with a healing unit. How are you doing with the Meta?

Church: Eheee! We're dying!

Washington: Oh great.

Cut back to everyone else except Grif as a jeep skids past the hole they're all cowering in