Author's Note: Hey, I decided to try my hand in Red vs Blue, and this is the result. Sorry for any spelling errors, this was all typed on my iPod at four in the morning :P If you are so inclined, please leave a review!
York's healing unit did a lot better job than anyone gave it credit for, apparently. One second he was on the ground with three bullets in his blasted left side, and the next Project Freelancer medics were waking him up. It was a miracle he was still alive. Or at least that's what the docs said. Living was great and all, but in that second before D gave him the meds and stopped his internal struggle against his failing body, he had realized that "she" might be there waiting for him. Then he woke up with the Director telling him all about the great lengths he had to go to to retrieve York, and how lucky he was to be there. They never told him where D was. They didn't even tell him if Tex finished what she'd set out to do.
He was still grateful, though. He wasn't even sure why. He guessed that when you were brought back to life, you oughta be grateful to the guy who made it possible. He owed the Director a debt, so he agreed to work with the other hundred-or-so soldiers that were the Director's personal detail. Not to mention, he'd been given what he called, "Movie Mondays": one night a week, he got to totally blow off work and do whatever he wanted, by himself. So, he would watch old Sci-Fi movies in his room every Monday.
The Director had decided that York needed to go to some weird therapy with the Counselor to deal with the sudden loss of D. He hated it. All the Counselor wanted to do was talk about feelings...York was running out of excuses to get the creep off his back. Breathing down his to him. It was awful.
It wasn't entirely bad, though. North had showed up out of the blue a couple weeks after York. It was good to catch up with an old friend, and someone who seemed to understand his fascination of 21st century space movies. York never really found out the full details of North's mysterious appearance, he just knew that North was seriously ticked at his sister.
He heard a couple of guys talking, and after pushing past the fact that there was allegedly a female Freelancer that had survived impossible odds, York started to notice a couple of whispers about the Insurrection as well. After deciding to focus himself on this, York and North started to divert time from Movie Mondays to research the surviving Insurrectionist factions and after extensive study realized that there was an understandably large chance that some former Insurrectionist was pissed about losing some buddy and was going to hunt the Director down for it.
Not like they were all that worried though. The research had just given them something to do.
North brought it up while the two agents ate lunch.
"Do you think we should tell somebody?" he asked.
"I don't think so. If two grunts that belong on a battlefield can figure this out, it seems impossible that the Director wouldn't know, don't you think? Hey, do you think a combat knife would be able to slice this...mystery meat?"
"Are you kidding me? You're gonna need one of those lightsabers." North replied(They watched the original Star Wars trilogy basically every other Monday). The men poked at their lunch for a few more minutes, then picked up their helmets and got ready to go back on their rounds of the facility when the muffled sound of an explosion carried through the area and the entire mess hall shook. The fifteen soldiers that had previously been attempting to force down the "nutritious" muck on their trays literally jumped at the chance to be anywhere but where they were, convinced that even a battlefield was less dangerous than the sludge giving them the stink eye from its spot on every plate.
York looked at North and grinned, saying,
"I'm almost positive the Director knows by now." North simply shook his head and slipped his helmet on, compressing it with a hiss.
The Counselor's soft voice came over the intercom without a single hint of worry in his voice and said,
"Rogue Simulation Troopers have breached the southeast corridor. All available soldiers to the Southeast quadrant." then something unexpected happened. Panic crept into the Counselor's voice as he frantically yelled, "No Director! She's not ready! She's not-" then the forgotten communicator faded to static.
"What was that?!" North exclaimed as he and York pushed their way through debris and soldiers toward the area of the explosion.
"How should I know? I was too busy to get my lunch to stop chewing on my hand to be paying attention to that!" York answered.
As they neared a corner York started to hear gunshots. He held a fist up to shoulder-height and North stopped immediately, checking his S2 sniper for the last time and York quietly pumped a shell into his shotgun.
York crept closer to the corner, his ears picking up any noise. After a few seconds, the shooting stopped and he heard someone "whisper"-it was more of a yell set to the kind of voice used when whispering,
"Hey, Grif, do you think they left? The rude guys aren't yelling at me anymore."
Grif, York assumed, yelled,
"How do I know Caboose?! All I've been doing was pulling the trigger in the general direction of the other guys! Crazy Lady never told me that I was supposed to know what I was shooting at!"
Crazy Lady...he wasn't sure who that was. He thought that Tex had been dealt with. It definitely wasn't "her".
Another voice was butting in now. "Dag gummit Grif! I oughta shoot you where you stand!"
Then Grif spoke again, "If you hadn't noticed, Sarge, I'm sitting. Standing is too exhausting."
There was a gunshot and the lazy one screamed.
"What the heck, Sarge?! You shot me!"
"Oh, relax ya baby! It was just a leg wound with my secondary firearm! Who knows, I might be able to use you as a living shield later."
One of the twenty soldiers that had arrived by then whispered, "Can we shoot these guys now?"
York answered by turning the corner and raising his shotgun to his shoulder, sighting in the ugly yellow one. The other soldiers all ran out and took formation behind him, ready to fire on the three simulation troopers at his command.
The thing that made him hesitate, though, was what was walking up behind the simulation soldiers. Black armor, an MA5B, and ready to rip them apart, was Tex.
"Wait, which ones do we shoot at?" One of the ODSTs asked in frustration, and Tex answered by picking the yellow one off the ground the throwing him head-first into a wall. The red one was in the act of bringing a shotgun to bare on the Freelancer when the weapon flew from his hands and he was hanging in the air with Tex's hand on his throat. The blue one turned to Tex and yelled, "That is NOT how you hug!" before his feet were kicked out from beneath him and he hit the ground with a painful thud.
One of the men behind York yelled "Oh yeah!" and pumped his fist in the air. Then Tex came from the right side and tackled him, throwing him into four other men while Tex shot three men on the left side. Tex dropped the red one and ran toward the ODSTs.
Needless to say, no one knew what was going on.
Someone got out a "What the he-" before he was taken out by two Tex's, and a third shot his friend.
York turned and fired a shell at Tex1, before Tex3 kicked his shotgun into the air, and Tex2 went in for hand-to-hand. She swung her left fist in a round swing and York dropped beneath it, kicking her legs out from under her. North hit her in the head with the butt of his rifle and turned back to back with York as Tex1 and Tex3 circled them.
"Not to state the obvious, but something's off about Tex...s?" York ended the statement with a question.
"You're right. She seems to slow for her old sel...ves." North answered.
Tex1 turned and fired a quick burst at a marine taking cover the in the hallway opposite York. York threw himself at her exposed back, tackling her from behind while North fired two rounds at Tex3, one of them catching her in the left arm.
York punched Tex1 in the face-or faceplate, if you want to get specific-, then dodged a similar punch from Tex1 as she tried to fight from beneath him. York quickly grabbed Tex1's head and twisted hard to the left. There was a pop and Tex1 stopped struggling against York.
Tex3 picked up a discarded SMG that had skittered into the hallway when a recently-deceased marine dropped it and snapped the action with her nearly useless left hand. She stepped around the corner and held the SMG pointed at North, ready to fire when a bullet found itself right through the center of her faceplate.
York walked over to North and began to form a sentence about finding the rest of the Tex's when the barrels of two MA37s landed on the base of each Freelancer's neck. "You missed one." Tex2 said with a scoff.
A gunshot sounded, and a body hit the ground.
Author's Note: So there's the first chapter! This will probably be two...maybe three chapters. Tell me how you like it, or if you didn't like it, and what was either good or bad about it, in a review!