Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: The Finale

Chapter 20 The End

Three Mantises landed at the base of the temple, executing the colonists on sight!

Mantis: ENGAGING TARGETS.

Kimball: No, no! What's going on?!

Rachel: It's Hargrove! The chairman's here!

South: Jesus Christ, we can not catch a break!

Wash: Everyone, take cover!

Everyone did as told, rushing to cover as more and more colonists were gunned down!

Hargrove: You just couldn't do it, couldn't you? You just couldn't lay down and die!

The Mantises even took out the remaining Pirates. . .

*Temple of Communication - Haven*

Hargrove: Well, if I'm going down, I'm taking you all with me.

Grif: . . . Damn it. Damn it! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!

Church: Carolina, are you alright?

Grif: We were so close!

Rachel: *on radio* Church, this is bad! Hargrove's dropping androids all around the temple, we're pinned down!

Grif: Fucking bullshit!

Wash: *on radio* One Mantis we can handle, but THIS will be a bloodbath.

Church: Not if we shut them all down at once.

Doc: How?

Church: We override their controls. But in order to do that. . . we need to go to the source.

All eyes were on the mothership. . .

Tucker: You're joking, right?

Ruby: How exactly are we getting there?

Sarge: Ahem.

The group found themselves looking at the Falcon left by the mercenaries. . .

Grif/Simmons/Ruby: Shotgun!

And in a few moments, Ruby and Sister were in the cockpit, and all the boys were hanging on for dear life as the smoking Falcon flew!

*Staff of Charon - Engine Room*

The group made their way inside.

Church: Alright, we're in.

Rachel: *on radio* Good work.

Doc: I think I just developed a fear of heights. And planes. And all of you guys.

Allison: Let's hurry up, I doubt they didn't hear the crash.

Sarge: Let's find those controls and hightail it out of here.

Ruby: Rachel, Natasha, David, sit tight, this won't take long!

South: *on radio* I read ya!

They began to look around, the Maroon Soldier approaching a monitor.

Simmons: There's gotta be some sort of directory we can access. Maybe it can lead us-

FILSS: Access denied. Intruder detected.

Simmons: Gah, shit!

The others began to gather around.

Grif: Quit, hit escape!

Tucker: Ctrl-Alt-Delete!

Church: Wait a minute. I know that voice. FILSS?

The red screen reverted to blue.

FILSS: Director? Is that you?

Caboose/Ruby: It's Sheila!