Hello there everyone! I am the Author. This not my first story, as I lost the password and email to my previous account. But here I am with basically a mishmash of stories of the antics of the Rainbow Six Siege Operators when they're not on mission. I hope you enjoy! – The Author
This chapter includes songs so if you want to "sing along" just google the song name and play it in the background or something.
The Musical
"You're kidding me?" Sebastien, nicknamed Buck, replied to the news that Seamus just gave him.
"Wish I was mate, but this is Baker's idea" Seamus, nicknamed Sledge, replied.
"What was Baker's idea?" Alexandr, nicknamed Tachanka, asked walking over with a bottle of what smelled like vodka.
"A bloody singing competition!"
"Это немного…" Alexandr began in his native Russian before returning to English. "So, like what kind of competition?"
"Each operator can either go solo or be in as big of a team as they want. You can either make your own song, or you can lip sync another song." Sebastien explained.
"So, is there a prize?" Marius, nicknamed Jäger, inquired.
"I just came up with one, losers have to run across the training field while the winners can unload paintball guns and simulation rounds into them." Mike Baker, nicknamed Thatcher, said as he walked by. "And participating is mandatory!"
Everyone gathered around the table went silent for a few moments before Alexandr spoke up. "I'm going to go get the rest of my comrades and I will see you all when you are facing my LMG." He said downing his drink and walked off.
Five minutes later, word of the competition had spread and now all the operators were gathered on sofas in the center of the common room.
"OKAY EVERYONE ZIP IT!" Mike yelled to quiet the blabbering between the operators. "We will need some judges. So! Does anybody volunteer? BUT! They will also have to do the run with the losers."
Instantly the Bosak sisters' Elzvbieta and Zofia (nicknamed Ela and Zofia respectively) went up.
"Okay that settles it! Everyone has two days, so till Sunday to set up their teams and prepare!"
"You're going down old man!" Craig, nicknamed Blackbeard, yelled at Mike.
"Oh, you think so? I think you are going to be the one going down!" Tina, nicknamed Frost, yelled back at Craig.
"Yea, and you are too!" Jack, nicknamed Pulse, said backing up Craig.
Five minutes of yelling and taunting later, teams had basically been formed on nationality. With the Russian operators leaving together, while the French and German operators teamed with each other. The Asian operators had also teamed together, talking about which song they would lip sync. All the American operators had also banded together, mainly countering the British and Canadian team that had been formed. The Spanish and Brazilian operators just sat there looking at each other, planning on how they were going to dodge the gunfire.
Two days passed swiftly, and a makeshift outside stage had been made set up with seats for the operators not performing at the time had been set up on one side of the training field.
All the teams shuffled outside, glancing at the racks of weapons each team had selected to spray the losers with if they won. Everyone shivered at the thought of the Russians winning, with Alexandr's LMG set up, no doubt for him to spray down the losers as they attempted to make it across the field.
"All right then!" Mike yelled when he saw that everyone was there. "Russians, you're up first!"
The operators climbed the stairs onto the stage and got into their positions. Timur, called Tim by the other operators, and nicknamed Glaz, counted down before the Russians broke into song.
Insert Song – Kalinka
(I recommend you listen to the song)
LYRICS:
Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! Хэй! Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! Хэй! Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! Хэй! Калинка, калинка, калинка моя! Ааааааааааааааааааах! Припев Ааааааааааааааааааах! Припев Аааааааааааааааааааааааах! Припев ХЭЙ!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
В саду ягода малинка, малинка моя!
Под сосную, под зеленою
Спать положите вы меня,
Ааааааааай!
Ай люли, люли, ай, люли, люли,
Спать положите вы меня
Сосенушка ты зелёная
Не шуми ты надо мной
Ааааааааай!
Ай люли, люли, ай, люли, люли,
Не шуми ты надо мной
Красавица, душа-девица,
Полюби же ты меня,
Ай, люли, люли, aй, люли, люли,
Полюби же ты меня!
Tim took the lead on the vocals, and the song got a standing ovation from the various staff that had taken a break to watch the operators compete.
"All right then…" Mike said, scared from how good that was. "The Asians are up next."
The Asian group got up on stage, bringing various instruments with them.
"Don't know bout you mate, but I'm shitting myself." James, nicknamed Smoke, whispered into Mike's ear as he sat back down.
The performing team who appeared to be led by Masaru, nicknamed Echo.
He counted down before they started, causing Craig to choke on the water he was drinking.
Insert Song - Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief"
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, yeah
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! y'all
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no
Everyone slowly clapped at the performance, taken aback that they had chosen a song so closely related to the Vietnam War.
Mike again got on stage announcing the next operators that were performing. "The Franco-Germanic team is next."
This time Everyone got on stage, without instruments, the leader of the group appeared to be Elias, nicknamed Blitz.
Insert Song – Moskau by Dschinghis Khan
Moskau
Fremd und geheimnisvoll
Türme aus rotem Gold
Kalt wie das Eis
Moskau
Doch wer dich wirklich kennt
Der weiß, ein Feuer brennt
In dir so heiß
Kosaken hey hey hey hebt die Gläser hey
Natascha ha ha ha du bist schön ah ha
Towarisch hey hey hey auf das Leben hey
Auf Dein Wohl Bruder hey Bruder ho
Moskau, Moskau
Wirf die Gläser an die Wand
Russland ist ein schönes Land
Ho ho ho ho ho, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Deine Seele ist so groß
Nachts da ist der Teufel los
Ha ha ha ha ha, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Liebe schmeckt wie Kaviar
Mädchen sind zum küssen da
Ho ho ho ho ho, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Komm wir tanzen auf dem Tisch
Bis der Tisch zusammenbricht
Ha ha ha ha ha
Moskau
Tor zur Vergangenheit
Spiegel der Zarenzeit
Rot wie das Blut
Moskau
Wer deine Seele kennt
Der weiß, die Liebe brennt
Heiß wie die Glut
Kosaken hey hey hey hebt die Gläser hey
Natascha ha ha ha du bist schön ah ha
Towarisch hey hey hey auf die Liebe hey
Auf Dein Wohl Mädchen hey Mädchen ho
Moskau, Moskau
Wirf die Gläser an die Wand
Russland ist ein schönes Land
Ho ho ho ho ho, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Deine Seele ist so groß
Nachts da ist der Teufel los
Ha ha ha ha ha, hey
Moskau
Lala lala lala la, lala lala lala la
Ho ho ho ho ho, hey
Moskau
Lala lala lala la, lala lala lala la
Ha ha ha ha ha
Oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh, oh, oh oh oh oh
Moskau, Moskau
Moskau, Moskau
Wodka trinkt man pur und kalt
Das macht hundert Jahre alt
ha ha ha ha ha, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Väterchen dein Glas ist leer
Doch im Keller ist noch mehr
Ha ha ha ha ha
Moskau, Moskau
Kosaken hey hey hey hebt die Gläser hey
Natascha ha ha ha du bist schön ah ha
Towarisch hey hey hey auf das Leben hey
Auf Dein Wohl Bruder hey Bruder ho
Moskau, Moskau
Wirf die Gläser an die Wand
Russland ist ein schönes Land
Ho ho ho ho ho, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Deine Seele ist so groß
Nachts da ist der Teufel los
Ha ha ha ha ha, hey
Moskau, Moskau
Liebe schmeckt wie Kaviar
Mädchen sind zum küssen da
Ha ha ha ha ha
Moskau, Moskau
Komm wir tanzen auf dem Tisch
Bis der Tisch zusammenbricht
Ha ha ha ha ha, hey
Once Again Mike Got Up and addressed the crowd. "Guess we all just got Blitzkreiged!" He joked, earning a distasteful look from every single European operator. "Americans are next."
The entire American team got up on stage carrying a table and chair which Jordan, nicknamed Thermite, sat down at.
Insert Song – We Didn't Start The Fire by Billy Joel
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, The King And I, and The Catcher In The Rye
Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc
Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron
Dien Bien Phu Falls, "Rock Around the Clock"
Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team
Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley, Disneyland
Bardot, Budapest, Alabama, Khrushchev
Princess Grace, Peyton Place, Trouble in the Suez
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Little Rock, Pasternak, Mickey Mantle, Kerouac
Sputnik, Zhou Enlai, Bridge On The River Kwai
Lebanon, Charles de Gaulle, California baseball
Starkweather Homicide, Children of Thalidomide
Buddy Holly, Ben-Hur, Space Monkey, Mafia
Hula Hoops, Castro, Edsel is a no-go
U-2, Syngman Rhee, payola and Kennedy
Chubby Checker, Psycho, Belgians in the Congo
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, Stranger in a Strange Land
Dylan, Berlin, Bay of Pigs invasion
Lawrence of Arabia, British Beatlemania
Ole Miss, John Glenn, Liston beats Patterson
Pope Paul, Malcolm X, British Politician sex
J.F.K. blown away, what else do I have to say?
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again
Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock
Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline
Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan
Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride, heavy metal suicide
Foreign debts, homeless Vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz
Hypodermics on the shores, China's under martial law
Rock and Roller cola wars, I can't take it anymore
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
But when we are gone
It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on...
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No, we didn't light it, but we tried to fight it
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning since the world's been turning
This performance earned applause from pretty much everyone in the audience, considering they had recreated the music video perfectly.
Mike got up once again, knowing that they still had a chance.
"Well, we're last because the Spanish and Brazilians forfeit, anyways here we go." He said, with the entirety of the team singing this one.
Insert Song- Bohemain Rhapsody by Queen
Is this the real life? Open your eyes, Mama, just killed a man, Mama, ooh, Too late, my time has come, Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows), I see a little silhouetto of a man, I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me. Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? (Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah) Nothing really matters, Any way the wind blows.
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality.
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.
Mama, life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body's aching all the time.
Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
I don't wanna die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning,
Very, very frightening me.
(Galileo) Galileo.
(Galileo) Galileo,
Galileo Figaro
Magnifico-o-o-o-o.
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Will not let you go. (Let me go!)
Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.)
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me.
The song was amplified by the fact that Sebastien was using the drums left by the Asians, and Tina had grabbed an electric guitar and small amplifier from behind the stage, with Mike also grabbing a small piano from behind the stage with the help of James.
"Yep I concede." Meghan, nicknamed Valkyrie, said walking towards the starting point of the race across the field, followed by the Russians and Asians. The French and Germans follow suit after the shock of the performance wore off.
After about a minute the only operator left sitting was Craig, who finally stood up. "Yea, you can't really beat Bohemian Rhapsody, especially with how well you did it." He said before walking over to join the rest of the operators.
"So how many traps you put in the field?" Sebastian asked Tina, referring to her 'Welcome Mats'.
"They only allowed me to out five." She replied, as she waved James over to help her carry over Alexandr's RP-64 LMG.
"So?" Sebastian questioned as he grabbed a C9 LMG, knowing she didn't only put 5.
"I put 50." She replied, smiling as she loaded a simulation round into the LMG.
After the SAS operators had grabbed their weapons of choice, the countdown began.
"Thanks for telling the caretakers not to mow the grass Mike." Tina thanked.
"Don't mention it." He replied loading a mag into his chosen rifle.
After all the runners had put on masks Mike grabbed the microphone and made another announcement. "Just for more encouragement, if you are unable to complete the run, you will have to be up at 5 AM tomorrow for a back to basics course… Ready… Set… What comes Next? Oh yea… GO!"
It was almost pitiful, with two LMG's firing and four more various rifles, only Monika, nicknamed IQ, made it across the field untouched. As for the rest of the operators, Alexandr had made it across, with about 50 paint splotches across his clothes. By far the most pitiful run was Gustave, nicknamed Doc, who had dragged himself to the finish line with a welcome mat attached to each leg. Dominic, nicknamed Bandit, had managed to find a piece of wood, which he had protected himself with, until he stepped onto a mat, and had dropped it and had been lit up with about 80 to 120 rounds.
"So how was this a team building exercise again?" Taina, nicknamed Caveira, asked, wiping the paint off her left arm.
Everyone just shrugged and returned inside, most walking over to the bar, while the Russians went to find their vodka stash.