Red vs Blue recreation male oc

Reflection Deficit

Simmons: Hmm, I didn't think about that... Hey Lopez, turn off your ears for a second.

Will: Umm why would he do that.

Lopez: [What? Why would I do that?]

Simmons: Okay, are they off?

Lopez: [Yeah, they're off. That's why I can answer you.]

South: Your ears are on.

Simmons: Okay, good! (to Donut, almost murmuring) If there's no room, we'll just leave Lopez. He's pretty much expendable, and they won't be able to get any info outta him anyway.

Donut: I feel bad about it, though. He's been so loyal...

Simmons: So what? He's a robot. He has to be loyal! Dogs are loyal too but that doesn't mean you can't eat them when you're stranded in an arctic outpost and Command can't get rations through because of a seasonal blizzard.

Will: Ummm?

South: What the Fuck that's specific.

Donut: That seems like a very specific example...

Simmons: I don't want to talk about it. Hey Lopez, you can turn your ears back on now.

Lopez: [Click. Oh, I can hear again. What a fucking miracle.]

Scene shifts to inside the temple in Sandtrap. Epsilon-Church is drifting non-stop.

Epsilon-Church: Whoa, halt, cease! Uhh... abort that move! Fuck!

Caboose: Church, wait!

Epsilon-Church: Wait? I can't wait. I'm moving on my own! ...which I realize doesn't make sense when I say it out loud. (suddenly stops moving) Hey, look! I figured out how to stop!

Tucker: Wow, you figured out how to not move!? You're a genius.

Ava: Not that hard to do.

Epsilon-Church: Oh, check this out! I can go backwards too. (moves back a couple of inches) Zhoooop!

Tucker: Oh, well now you're just bragging.

Epsilon-Church: Well, it's important to me, asshole.

Caboose: I'm impressed. I can't go backwards!

Ava: of course you can't.

Epsilon-Church: Stop patronizing me.

Tucker: Well, he's definitely starting to remember you.

Epsilon-Church: I already know Caboose. He's the only guy that would talk to me while I was in storage. Well besides Will,

Tucker: You remembering anything else?

Epsilon-Church: I don't know. It's... it's like fuzzy, for some reason. Maybe there's a file or some kind of database I can access from here. Gimme a second.

Tucker: Yeah, rooting around in your brain sounds like a great idea when you can barely figured out how to move on your own.

Ava: Such a good idea.

Caboose: Um. Hey, um, Tucker? Um, yeah, uh, Agent Washington told me that Church—I mean, uh, Epsilon, is uhm... a little messed up.

Tucker: Yeah. I can see that.

Caboose: Yeah, no, I mean he's got some, uh, memories that, uh, he probably... shouldn't access.

Tucker: What kind of memories?