Hi guys, I'm back with a new fanfic and I've brought my friend/main Oc of this story, CZT with me.
CZT: (walks in) Hi everyone.
TS:Ok, lets start the story hitting the ground sprinting.
CZT: Yeah... Wait, what?
TS: I don't own Halo or Red vs Blue.
"Son of a bitch!" I screeched at the top of my lungs as rocket fire and grenades continued to rain down right behind my ass as I kept running. Ahead of me I saw my goal: The cave entrance and behind it, my backup.
"She's not going to make it!" Simmons yelled returning the rocket fire while Donut threw grenades.
'Shit! Simmons is right, I won't make it... Zeta, just for future reference, if we live, I fucking blame Kirsten for this' I thought.
'Noted... Wow I feel sorry for you... There must be some way out of this... Isn't there?' my A.I responded, his mental image scratching it's head.
'You aren't thinking what I think you're thinking... Are you?' I asked frowned before crying out loud as four bullets ate their way through the weak points of my under armor.
'Warning, warning, damage to back left shoulder fifty percent. Damage to right shoulder blade at seventy five percent. Shields at critical level, full armor abilities charged at eighty percent.' The on board computer reported.
'Yes that was what I was thinking but if you don't want to do it, I understand.' Zeta said holding his hands out to me as if proving a point.
I sighed 'Well... It's now or never, we've got only one shot at this' I thought, my own mental image rubbing the back of it's head.
"Maine, Wyoming, Washington! Execute plan eighty five" I called out vaulting over three wooden beams like in gymnastics when I was seven.
'Zeta instruction, diverge power from all other armor abilities to armor lock' I instructed Zeta.
'Complying... Armor lock charged to critical state, charge at five hundred and sixty percent' Zeta reported. I knew that if I missed my mark, I would die.
Maine, Wyoming and Washington all worked in sync. While Wash and Wyoming were throwing grenades, Maine was firing his Rocket Launcher at the people to my left and right. When everyone on my left and right hand sides were down, Maine yelled, "Run all of you!" before firing his Brute Shot.
I had to time, too early and the shot would bounce off me, too late and I'd be blown into millions of messy, bloody, sticky pieces. I shuddered at the image.
'Are you all right Twister?' Zeta asked placing a hand on my image's shoulder.
'Don't worry about me.' I replied my image's hand covering his.
'Zeta instruction, engage Armor lock ability.' I demanded.
'Executing...' he responded.
'Death or glory' I thought before moving to hit the ground with my fist.
Ok. Let's pause the story for a minute here. I'm in a situation where I critically charge my armor and I'm about to launch a possibly suicidal attack with an A.I who trusts me enough to bypass safety protocol, just to save all our lives. How did I end up like this? Let's play CSI and rewind the story and look at the events that had caused this situation to arise.
CZT: (Runs in) I swear I'm going to kill you someday for this.
TS: (Glares at CZT) Don't forget to R&R and tell us what you think.