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

Revelation Chapter 18: Rally Cap

Fade in to Caboose standing in front of FILSS

FILSS: Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon. Level Zero. Alarm. Incoming recovery beacon.

Ghost: Caboose, what the fuck is going on!

Caboose: Oh no!

FILSS: Level Zero.

Cut to Doc driving Wash and the Meta across a snowy field, perfectly serene except for Church's apparently lifeless body

Washington: There he is. Something doesn't seem right here. Stop the car.

Doc: Stop?

Washington: I don't like this. How did he get hurt, why isn't anyone helping him?

Meta: *something*

Washington: You're right, this is a trap. Those walls there, perfect for a sniper. We walk in to where he's hurt and suddenly, we're boxed in, nowhere to go.

Doc: You think the Reds are tryin' to ambush us?

Washington: The Rheds? Hahaha! No. This is an actual military tactic. We drilled it all the time in training. No, whoever set this up is a Freelancer. My guess is Ghost.

Doc: Yeah, but if a Freelancer set this up, wouldn't they know that you guys were Freelancers, and that you would recognize this as soon as you saw it?

Washington: What? No, you're overthinking it. That's just-

Lights start to turn on in a perfect circle around them

Washington: Oh, son of a bitch.

Doc: *sigh* Told you so.

The everything explodes, and we cut to Caboose approaching the Reds undoubtedly to tell them his complete misunderstanding of what's going on

Caboose: Sargeant, Sargeant.

Sarge: What do you want, Blue?

Caboose: I need your help.

Simmons: Our help?

Caboose: Yes, Church is hurt, they must have gotten to him and Tex.

Wow, not bad Caboose

Grif: They got Tex? Good, that just means she won't be able to beat the hell out of us any more.

Caboose: No we have to rescue them.

Grif: Rescue them, are you nuts? No-one told them to leave, they're on their own.

Caboose: But they'll die! Sargeant please.

Grif: Uh hey dude, I don't know if you've picked up on this yet, but if you wanna convince Sarge to do anything, I don't think the best argument is "The Blues might die if we don't."

Ghost and the Girls come running in

Ghost: What is going on!

Caboose: Tex and Church, they are hurt!

Ghost: What! If they got injured there recovery beacon would go off, but that means... oh no, Caboose lets go now!

Sarge: Cowboy up Caboose, Ghost, I'm comin' with you.

Grif: What?

Ghost: What?

Sarge: I said, I'm helping him.

South: Really?

Sarge: Yes.

Grif: Who, the blue guy? Why on Earth would you ever help a Blue for no reason?

Sarge: We need some weapons. How'd your equipment test go, Simmons?

Simmons: About as well as you would expect.

Sarge: Heuh, that's too bad.

Grif: Well I'm not going, and you can't make me. You quit, remember? I don't take orders from you any more, and besides, this whole command structure thing was bullshit anyway. We all know that now.

Sarge: I'm not tellin' you ta go. I'm not even askin'.

Grif: You're not?

Sarge: Nope. I'm goin'. That's it. You wanna come, come on. But I don't expect you to. Simmons will probably tell you that statistically, some of us will probably die.

Simmons: All of us.

Ghost: Only you guys.

Sarge: All of us will probably die. But that's not what's important. Let me ask you two a question: You ever wonder why we're here?

Grif: ...

Simmons: ...

Ghost: ... This question again.

Grif: Um, it does seem to be one of life's great mysteries.

Sarge: No, I mean you! What are you doing here? You always act like you wanna quit, but hell, you could've left whenever you wanted. No-one would have stopped ya. So why are you here? And you, Simmons.

Simmons: Me?

Sarge: You say you wanna be in charge. They would have given you your own squad a dozen times over. You know it, and I know it. But you're still, here. And you Tucker. As much as I hate to admit it, you're actually good at being a soldier.

Tucker: I am?

Sarge: I know you like to make your rude comments, pretend like it all doesn't matter. But an entire alien race chose you to be their hero! So why are you here? And Caboose... Uuhhh, it's good to see you.

Caboose: Thanks. I'm really enjoying the speech so far.

Sarge: Ghost.

Ghost: Yeah.

Sarge: You are a freelancer that could kill everyone and also you can lead people into battle and bring them out unscaved. You are more than capable to lead this squad and many others, yet you let me lead you, someone that is a lower rank than you.

Ghost: ... I think this is the nicest thing you've ever done.

Sarge: And your harem.

Making all the girls blush

Sarge: They are all capable to fight on there own and survive, yet they follow you like you are there saviour. They would gladly die for you and would go to the ends of the earth for you.

Dhuka: Those are the nicest things you have ever said about us.

Sarge: Maybe you're all here because this is the only place you fit in. Maybe you're here because you don't have anywhere else to go. Maybe you're all here, because deep down, you want to be here. The reason doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here! For all we know, Tex and Church are dead. That means we're the only ones who know what's happened; the only ones who can prevent them from covering it up. So the way I figure it, these Freelancer guys, wanna use us, take us away from our families, and send us all over the dag gum galaxy just to test if their agents are ready for the big fight? Well, I guess I'm interested in showing 'em, exactly what a big fight is all about. Time to clean the slate. So I'm not ordering you to go. I ain't even askin'. You do, what you gotta do Private Grif.

All ghost does is clap

Ghost: That was one hell of a speech, coming from you, Sarge.

Sarge: Thank you.

Grif: Hhh, I'll go get my car keys.

Sarge: Ah, alright then. Let's move.

Simmons: I don't think a jeep will get us there soon enough. But I think I know what we can use.

Ghost: I like your style.

They all file into a room

Grif: Man, who the hell is gonna drive that? ...Why is everyone looking at me?

Ghost: Because you will crash right into them.