RVB Arrancars Chorus
Self Assessment!
Fade in to the New Republic Headquarters. Cut to the interior of a bunker where Rey, Nirgge, Findor, and Di-Roy are seen standing.
Findor: (to Rey) What do you mean 'leaving'? Where are we going?
Di-Roy: (excited) Is it to the park?! Ooh, I know, it's the beach! Wait a minute, you're not taking me to the vet, are you?
Rey: No, we're going to break into that compound and bust out our friends.
Findor: But, we still have some time left to train the squad. Why would we leave now?
Rey: Because the squad's not coming with us.
Di-Roy: Are they going in a separate car?
Rey: No.
Di-Roy: Ah, so they're flying. Ya know, I have an extra bag to check. Is that gonna be a problem? Cause-
Rey: No. Di-Roy, we're going on this mission alone.
Di-Roy: Alone with the squad. Got it.
Nirgge: Why would we do that?
Rey: I don't know if you guys have noticed, but our super-elite team sucks. There's no way they'll be able to pull off a rescue mission.
Findor: We don't know that. Harribel could still pass us.
Rey: I'm not talking about passing. I'm talking about our trainees blowing up or getting shot or disintegrated or something.
Findor: Oh. Yeah, that's a problem.
Rey: Look, Grimmjow, was right. We're just gonna end up getting more people killed.
Nirgge: So you're saying we should just get ourselves killed instead?
Rey: Hey, we've done crazier things than this. Remember that time we fought, like, a bajillion hundred robots? We didn't fuck that up.
Findor: We had Skullak.
Rey: Okay, well, what about C.T.? Or the Meta?
Findor: We got lucky.
Rey: Bullshit. Now maybe we can't teach a bunch of people how to fight, but the four of us can totally pull this off. We're not gonna get another chance like this. We just have to go in and get our guys back. After that, Wash will know what to do.
Findor: But even Grimmjow couldn't break into this place.
Rey: We're not Grimmjow. Grimmjow is smart. The Feds won't be expecting dumb.
Di-Roy: Hey! Who are you calling dumb?
Findor: Shut up.
Di-Roy: No, Findor, I was just asking for some clarification. I'm a little lost.
Rey: Look, we keep trying to strategize and use codenames and act like real soldiers, but we're not. We haven't been from the beginning. So why are we trying now? I say we just get in there and do what we do best.
Nirgge: Uhh, which is ...?
Rey: I have no idea. But, uh, whatever it is, it's worked for us before.
(a short pause)
Findor: That's your plan? We just show up and wing it? That's the worst plan I've ever-
Nirgge: Alright. Let's do it.
Findor: (surprised) What- Nirgge? You wanna do this?
Nirgge: Yeah. So what?
Findor: (incredulous) So what? You never wanna do anything. Ever.
Nirgge: Findor, I've been following orders I never liked for years.
Findor: No you haven't. You disobey orders all the time.
Nirgge: Well, I don't wanna be the guy who gives shitty orders that nobody wants to follow. I will not become a Sarge, dammit. There's no way I'm making a bunch of stupid rebels get shot for something I want. So yeah, whatever. Let's just do it!
Findor: (sniffs) That's the most selfless thing you've ever said.
Nirgge: But I wanna steal more food before we go.
Findor: (sniffs) Okay, that's more like it.
Di-Roy: Yay, mission!
Rey: (encouragingly) Findor?
Di-Roy and Nirgge turn toward Findor.
Findor: (sigh) How are we getting there?
Rey: Ha ha, yes. Okay, I snuck into Harribel's office and grabbed all the data I took from the Feds' lab. We've got a map that will lead us straight to them. All we need is a ride.
Nirgge: Vehicle bay's got plenty of Warthogs, I guess.
Di-Roy: And I can drive a tank!
All: NO!
Di-Roy: Well, you're all just jealous.
Findor: Wait, what about the rebels? I mean, I don't think they'll be happy with us just leaving like this.
Rey then turns to a computer screen to his right, and the others follow his gaze. Cut to Nakeem in the vehicle bay. Dondochakka walks into view.
Dondochakka: Hey, Nakeem. Have you seen the Reds and Blues around? Can't find them.
Nakeem: No, but that might explain why two of our jeeps are missing.
Cut to the bunker interior. A recording starts playing with Harribel and the squad listening.
Findor: (voice recording) Hello everyone. If you're listening to this, it means we're already gone.
Rey: (voice recording) Look, it's not you, it's us.
Di-Roy: (voice recording) Tell them not to leave the lights on!
Nirgge: (voice recording) Di-Roy! Not now!
Di-Roy: (voice recording) I miss you already. I promise we'll call. (recording ends)
Harribel: Dammit, Rey.
Pesche: They just... left us?
Grimmjow walks in.
Grimmjow: Who left us? (notices the paused recording) Oh no.
Cut to a desert refueling station. The Reds and Blues arrive in the borrowed Warthogs and dismount to investigate the station.
Findor: Okay, the ability to fly... North.
Nirgge: Eh, I don't know.
Findor: What do you mean? That's a great "terrible superpower".
Nirgge: Yeah, but you can still fly.
Findor: You can only fly North. It's so inconvenient. Once you land, you have to walk wherever you're going.
Nirgge: Mmm, I guess so.
Findor: Okay, what about the ability to teleport ... one foot at a time.
Nirgge: Mmmmm, meh.
Findor: You're meh. This road trip sucks.
Rey: Hello-oh! Anybody home?! We got some cars that need fuel.
Di-Roy: Yeah, yes! We would also like to perchase some lottery tickets! Yeah, I know the odds, but I just, I still think it's just fun.
Findor: This place looks deserted.
Nirgge: Whoo hoo! Let's loot! I've always wanted my own Slurpee machine.
Rey: Oh, dude, let me know if they've got any magazines.
Di-Roy: Me too! One with pictures!
Rey: Specificly ones with pictures. You know what I'm saying.
An odd-sounding explosion goes off inside the nearby cave system.
Findor: What was that?
Rey: Maybe it's the owners.
Nirgge: Oh man. Can't we just pretend they're not here and loot anyway.
Rey: Hey Di-Roy, go tell them they got customers. You guys guys start filling up the cars.
Nirgge: Do it yourself. I'm gonna take a leak. (walks off-screen)
Di-Roy: Oh, alright, but be sure to get my lottery ticket. My numbers are 5! 7! And don't forget them. (walks into cave system)
Rey: I know I said a bunch of inspirational crap back at the base, but it's times like these when I really wonder how we haven't been killed yet. You know?
Findor: The power to turn into the Hulk ... but only when you're asleep.
Cut to the inside of the station. Nirgge walks into view with an empty Slurpee cup.
Nirgge: Hello? Just here to use the bathroom! Also, somebody emptied out your Slurpee machine! Might want to get that filled! Man, what kind of gas station doesn't have hot dogs?
Nirgge opens a door, revealing a corspe.
Nirgge: Puh-hoh! Wheah! Jesus, it smells like somebody died in- (notices the hand; becomes terrified) -here.
Cut to Di-Roy walking through the cave system.
Di-Roy: (humming)
An indistinct voice is heard.
Control: (voice only) Targets will be arriving in the morning. Do not disappoint me.
Lille: (off screen) Understood, Control.
Di-Roy: Eh. I think I hear the sound of some new friends. (reappears from behind a rock pillar) Hellooooooo- (Rey quickly covers his mouth with his hand) Oh! (whispered) Rey. Perfect! You can help me and my friends come up with a secret high five!
Cut to the Reds and Blues approaching a pile of crates upon a ledge overlooking a group of steel-armored Federal troopers.
Trooper 1: So what's the word?
Lille: Control says to give it thirty more minutes.
Female Trooper: Ugh, this is a waste of time.
Trooper 1: Agreed.
Nirgge: Who are these guys?
Rey: Well, they're definitely not the gas station attendents.
Nirgge: (sarcastically) Wow, Rey. I can really see why you're the leader.
Rey: Up. Yours.
Findor: Quiet. I can't hear what they're saying.
Lille: You know what the say: Orders are orders.
Locus: (over radio) Lille.
Lille: Yes, Locus.
Locus: (over radio) Change of plans. Report back to base immediately. The Reds and Blues will be requiring... an escort.
Lille: Understood. (to the squad) You heard him, grab the gear and prep for evac.
The troopers walk away into a nearby tunnel.
Di-Roy: Where are they going?
Rey moves after them.
Findor: Rey, wait!
Another odd explosion goes off, and Rey sees an empty tunnel.
Rey: They just... vanished.
Findor: Vanished?
Nirgge: They said something about Reds and Blues.
Di-Roy: Oh my God! I know those colors! They're us!
Rey: They were Feds. I heard one of them mention Locus.
Findor: Well they didn't look like the typical Stormtrooper guys. You think they were Special Ops?
Rey: I think we should get to the base as fast as possible. Come on, let's go.