Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Season Ten

Chapter 21 True Colors

Epsilon: Carolina! I don't think I can do this for much longer!

Carolina: Just hold on!

Epsilon: Seriously, you need to slow down!

She came to a stop and rushed back in!

Carolina: NO! I CAN DO THIS!

She kept pushing through as many drones as she could!

Epsilon: CAROLINA!

Washington(Memory): She really wants to win. . .

Epsilon: Carolina! Stop!

York(Memory): She doesn't know how to stop. . .

She ran through a row of drones!

Epsilon: CAROLINA! CALM DOWN!

South(Memory): Real hero Carolina.

Epsilon: GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!

Carolina dived through a group of enemies, the final swinging her arm and sending Carolina flying into the air. . .

Hawaii(Memory): Newsflash, the best soldier is someone who fights to protect, fights for what they believe in, not for freaking fame! Get that inside your thick skull, Rachel. . .

Agent North Carolina crashed into a metal crate, the impact caving the side in as she fell to the ground. . .

Texas(Memory): You can't win, Carolina. . .

Epsilon: Come on, get up!

She tried to stand, but could only rise to her knees. . .

Jason(Memory): R. . . *coughs* R-Rachel. . .?

Carolina: She was right. . . They both were. . . I can't do this. . . I can't beat her. . . I really am just throwing my life away. . .

The drones stood before her. . .

Texas(Drone): B-b-better luck next time, *undistorted* C-Carolina.

Three plasma grenades then attached themselves into three of the drones' heads!

Donut: NINE POINTS YOU DIRTY WHORES!

Allison: Hey, watch it asshole!

Carolina dived out of the way as the plasma grenades detonated and blew all of the nearby drones to smithereens!

Wash: Get up.

He held out his hand. . . and she took it.

Carolina: What are you doing here?

He pulled her up to her feet.

Wash: I told you they're not so bad once you get to know 'em.

Her handed her a magnum and then drew his rifle.

Epsilon: Well, I thought this wasn't your fight.

Allison: Oh shut up. I'm not exactly lookin' forward to helping all my friends kill me over and over again.

Sarge: Besides, overwhelming odds with little to no chance of success? How could we resist?

Tucker: You got a problem with that, Church?

Epsilon: Guys, I'm an asshole. I admit it and I will gladly accept any and all smart-ass remarks after this is over. But I would like to point out the fact that we are in a room filled with crazy freelancer robots. . . that are ready to completely and utterly fuck our shit up.

Allison: Seriously, this fucking sucks.

Tucker: So. . . cheesy forgiveness speech later?

Sarge: Yeah, that sounds good.