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

Out of Mind Part 5

Credits come in over Ghost, Tex preparing for battle, and York opening the teleporter.

Tex: Okay I'll take the lead. Give me fifteen seconds then follow, sync?

York:    Sync.

Ghost: Sync.

Tex runs through the teleporter

York:    I need you to stay tight D, watch my bad side.

Delta:    Of course, watching left. Execute in, three, two, one, execute. Good luck.

York:    Thanks.

Ghost & York runs through the teleporter and joins the firefight

York: Tex, sitrep!

Tex: Five of them at three six and three O!

Delta: Three Alpha mark. I do believe I've received the next part of the sentence.

Tex: (shooting one) Dead one at three, one down, cover my thirteen!

Ghost: Covering! (Fires back at the other soldier)

Delta: Problem, beta and small explosives needed.

York: Ace?

Tex: Y, stop thinking! Go low!

York: Copy.

Tex: Next reload, let's split up, you go Bravo. Ghost go Charlie

York: Copy. D, need a speaker for mark.

Delta:    Speaker active.

Tex: Copy.

Delta:    Mark.

Tex and York & Ghost: Mark!

Ghost, Tex, and York run out and slaughter everyone

Delta:    Reload and go. Three. Enemy eliminated. 92% efficiency. 36 rounds of 39 fired.

Tex:    Dammit, jam! Cover, cover cover!

Wyoming fires at York on his way by

Delta:    Alarm!

Wyoming hits York on his vulnerable left side. Tex throws a grenade to move Wyoming away. Tex and Ghost kneel next to York.

Tex: York, are you okay?

York: It's that damn left side.

Ghost: Hold on York! You're not dying on me!

Tex: D, info.

Delta: York has sustained two wounds to his upper-left chest. Recommend evac stat.

York:    Just, need a minute. Heahh.

Delta:    Administering field stint, and analgesic

York:    Wait, Tex, don't don't let 'im-

Delta:    York is now unconscious. Alarm: target Alpha has reloaded.

Tex:    How bad is it D?

Delta:    York will not survive.

Ghost: No... York, you can't die... I can't loss anot-

Tex: (Grabs Ghost's face) Ghost! Focus! Okay D, hop in to me. I'll host you until we get outta this.

Delta:    Thank you Allison, but I would prefer to stay, with York. He will need me to maintain his pain medication.

Tex:    An A.I. can't fall in to enemy hands, D. If you're in there when he dies, you know what the armour's protocol will do to you.

Delta:    I would prefer to stay with York.

Tex:    That's very kind of you D.

Delta:    It's just part of what makes us human, Tex.

Ghost: Out of all the A.I. from Project Freelancer, You were the most human out of all of them.

Tex walks out toward Wyoming, who shoots her in the front... a lot... but she doesn't go down. Instead, she turns in to a hologram, Ghost shoots Wyoming's gun out of his hand and knocks him on his ass then places his foot on his chest. Tex walk up and aim her guns at him.

Tex: Don't move.

Ghost: Your gonna wish that I was dead, you bastard!

Wyoming: How in bloody hell?

Tex: Thanks for the light show, D.

Delta:    I'm here to assist.

Wyoming: Bollucks.

Delta:    However I am afraid I will not be able to assist you further. York's armour is beginning to shut down.

Tex:    I understand.

Delta:    Good luck to all of you.

Wyoming: (Struggling under Ghost's foot) All of us? You must be failing if you wish your enemy luck.

Delta:    Good and evil are human constructs, Reginald. I was merely attempting to be courteous... (shuts down)

Wyoming:    Well one more freelancer gone. I'm afraid the reunion committee will be none to happy to hear about that.

Tex:    Can it. Tell me where Omega is and don't play dumb with me.

Wyoming:    Hardly. I do beleive our dear Omega is currently killing all your friends in that miserable canyon.

Ghost: What?! Why?!

Wyoming: I might have mentioned you were there. He really wants your A.I.'s and your body, Kentucky.

Tex: But you saw us at the snow fortress!

Wyoming: Tex may I remind you I still have a contract on some of those people at Blood Gulch. I figured why not kill eight birds with one stone, eh?

Tex: Well, you just signed his death warrant.

Wyoming: Afraid not my dear. You see he's already moved on to someone else, and you'll have no way of telling who.

Ghost: THEN TELL US WHO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Wyoming: There's the anger I've missed. Huh, hmhmhm, that dear Ghost is between me and Omega. Oh, but you'll find out soon enough.

Tex: You know what? You don't have to tell me. All I have to do is pummel you senseless, rip off your helmet, and access your communication logs. I'll know exactly where he is.

Ghost: Then I start to rip off body parts! Starting with that stupid mustache!

Wyoming: Uh, hm. I see. Well in that case, perhaps I shall tell you.

Tex: Nah, I like our way better. Ghost.

Ghost: gladly.

Ghost raises his foot and smashes it into Wyoming's head.