A ship flying on the ocean, approaches an island.
Dylan: Coming up on the island.
Simmons: How are we gonna know if they're here?
Dylan: I got a feeling they'll see us before we see the- (Alarm)
Dylan: Yep. There's our answer. Someone just locked missiles.
Jax: Shields up! Go to red alert!
Sarge: What does this hub-cap have in the way of countermeasures?
Dylan: Well, if they shoot, we can counter by exploding. That's about it.
Ava: Yeah, let's make that plan B.
Dylan: Our autopilot is worse than useless against guided missiles. I- I don't suppose any of you moonlight as combat pilots?
Grif: Oh! I crashed a ship once- uhh, it was technically a tactical crash.
Delta: That was with my aid.
Tucker: Yeah, I think I prefer plan B.
Will: you almost d killed us.
Alex: And doc us what better choice do we have.
Two missiles are fired.
Dylan: Incoming! Twelve o'clock. Grif!
Grif: Just a minute! I still haven't figured out how to invert the controller scheme.
The ship dives as the missiles fly above it.
Grif: Whoo! That was on purpose!
A barrage of missiles are fired.
Dylan: Oh heck...
The ship does a barrel roll to evade two missiles and flies above two more, but another warhead hits it straight on. Inside the ship, sparkles fly. Outside, it's a big blast and the ship is falling as Surge and Temple watch from the island.
Surge: Direct hit, sir. She's goin' down.
Temple: Thanks. I fucking noticed.
Surge: I still think we should have eliminated-
Temple: Enough! Looks like you'll get your wish after all.
The ship crashes on the ocean.
Surge: Shall I lead the greeting party?
Temple: We've got more important things to do. Have Lorenzo Allan, Callie, and Cronut roll out the red carpet while we secure the facility.
Surge: Uh, permission to speak freely, sir?
Temple: Nah.
Surge: Alright, then. [towards the edge] You heard the man, men! Let's show our guests some hospitality!
Tanks and jeeps show up in front of Surge.
On the beach, the Reds and Blues - Lopez only a head again - plus Dylan and Jax, stare at the wreckage.
Jax: Okay, I know I sound like a broken record. But you definitely should have been-
Grif: Would you shut up about the leaf on the wind shit?! I got us out alive, you're freakin' welcome.
South: Remind me o never let grif fly again.
Dylan: The Revere's... totaled. The comm array is still functioning, but... not for long. That's gonna cost someone an arm and a leg...
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Red Vs Blue Season 15 male oc
FanfictionA series of violent attacks across human space has people demanding answers. Who are these Reds and Blues? And why are they so bloody ruthless? Are they the same idiots we know? One reporter sets out to uncover the truth, determined to find out why...
