RVB Arrancars Chorus
You Know Who We Are!
Cut to Pesche and the other New Republic recruits standing in front of a group of New Republic soldiers. Pesche is describing the rescue of the Reds and Blues.
Pesche: Pheewww...! The Pelican goes in for a landing, but the radio jammer's shooting up all sorts of electricity and stuff. It was like (mimics lightning) ka-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew!
New Republic Soldiers: Oooooooo!
Pesche: We're on the ground. Captain Rey's bleeding out. The Reds and Blues are all bashed up. Things (zooms in on his face) don't look good!
New Republic Soldiers: Awwwwwwww!
Pesche: We led them all aboard the ship and take off as fast as we can and that's when he spoke to me. "Pesche, come closer. Come closer." It was my captain. I leaned in. "Don't speak Rey, you need your strength." But he brushed my hand aside, looked at me straight in the eyes, and said to me, "Pesche, you did good kid. You did good."
Rey: (offscreen) Oh that's bullshit!
Cut to Rey, looking up at Pesche. Di-Roy, Findor, and Nirgge are seen standing next to him.
Rey: What I actually told you was to stop crying and to shut the fuck up.
Pesche: Okay yeah but the sentiment was still there.
Rey: I fucking hate you Pesche.
Dondochakka: You know, if we hadn't shown up with that ship you'd probably be dead like for real this time.
Nirgge: Hey, we're a bunch of mavericks okay? We weren't even planning on making out alive. That was just an added bonus for being so fucking awesome.
Sung-sun: You went on a suicide mission for us?
Findor: Well uh you know we figured we owed you one.
Sung-sun: That's so selfless. And hey, your voice didn't crack.
Findor: (nervously) It didn't? I mean, I don't know what your talking about.
Nirgge: Alright, don't get carried away. You guys just happened to be the first people we ever met who though we were cool. We saved you strictly for selfish reasons. And with the hope there'd be more pampering upon our return.
Nakeem appears from nearby.
Nakeem: I'm here whenever you need me sir!
Nirgge: He seriously survived the fight? I mean really? The universe just had to spare Nakeem.
Tesla: Well I think I speak for all of us when I say thank you.
Di-Roy: And I think that I speak for all of us when I say when this feels like the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Isn't that right Freckles.
Freckles: Affirmative.
Nirgge: No.
Findor: Absolutely not.
Rey: Way too cheesy.
Tesla: Thank you captain. I'll remember this till the day I die. Or my name isn't Tesla Lindocruz.
Rey: Oh god, is it?
Pan up to Harribel and Patros, overlooking the compound.
Harribel: So what do you think?
Patros: I think it's an absolute mess.
Harribel: Well your army didn't exactly leave us with many options over the years.
Patros: Yes. Well I suppose we can't expect you to continue operating out of a hole in the ground. I'll talk with one of my new advisers and see if we can have your people set up at another one of our outposts.
Harribel: I was actually thinking about moving to the capital.
Patros: (sputters) Well that's preposterous.
Harribel: Excuse me? My men deserve a roof over their heads, just like yours.
Cut to Washington, Baraggan, Charlotte, and Dordoni.
Washington: Hey. You both agreed to a temporary truce, so why don't you start with a little cooperation.
Patros: Very well... I will see what we can do. Agent Washington, you have my thanks.
Harribel: And mine. If it wasn't for you all, we'd all be gone.
Washington: Well... thanks, but you should really thank Rey. The whole plan was actually his idea.
Harribel: Is that so.
Baraggan: Kind of a shocker, huh?
Harribel: No, not really.
Patros: If there's anything we can ever do for you, please don't hesitate to ask.
Charlotte: Oh gosh, I don't think that's really necess-
Baraggan: What's a rank higher than captain?
Patros: Um, Colonel?
Baraggan: Promote me to Colonel!
Patros: Oh! (stutters) very well then. I- In honor of your service, I hereby promote you to Colonel...eh..Sarge.
Baraggan yells at Nirgge from atop the platform.
Baraggan: You hear that numbnuts?! I outrank you, again! Hah!
Cut to Carolina near the algae lake. Epsilon appears next her.
Epsilon: So did ya miss me?
Carolina: Actually I found the peace of mind to be rather nice for a change.
Epsilon: Oh yeah I bet it went along great with that ass kicking.
Carolina: That was part of the plan.
Epsilon: Oh really? Because I thought the plan was to distract Locus, not let him mop the floor with you.
Carolina: Look, they were better than I expected, okay.
Epsilon: Wimp.
Carolina: I'm still surprised you went along with the plan.
Epsilon: Yeah well, I figured it was time to have faith in them too.
Epsilon flashes green.
Epsilon: Oh hey, hold on.
Carolina: Everything okay?
Epsilon: Yeah, I said hold on. Uh huh, great, thanks D.
Carolina: What was that?
Epsilon: That was the end of a very long and very annoying decryption process.
Carolina: You've got the manifest?
Epsilon: Fuck yeah I got the manifest. I am processing it right now.
Epsilon recedes temporarily and returns within the second.
Epsilon: Well, not the most dramatic revelation, but I believe we have our culprit.
Carolina: Who is it?
Epsilon displays a "Charon Industries" logo.
Epsilon: Charon Industries. Big umbrella company that got a hand in every major market you can think of. Even messed with cryogenics a few years back, but it looks like their largest profit comes from weapons and technology; they own most of the stuff on the ship.
Carolina: Sounds familiar.
Epsilon: Yeah, Project Freelancer stole some assets from them once or twice, and managed to destroy quite a bit of private property in the process.
Carolina: You mean the Resistance? I thought they were a UNSC splinter group?
Epsilon: The soldiers were all UNSC. But according to my records, they've been hired on to act as Charon's private security force.
Carolina: Is that legal?
Epsilon: Tch. I doubt it. Looks like Charon and the military started getting really buddy buddy around the time that-oh.
Carolina: Epsilon?
Epsilon: Where's Dr. Odelschwanck?
Carolina: Huh?
Epsilon: The lunatic, what's she doing?
Carolina: She's, treating the space pirates we captured.
Epsilon: Perfect. Tell her I want them to give me all known radio frequencies used by the mercenaries.
Carolina: Why?
Epsilon: I need to make a call.
Cut to the interior of a mercenary compound, where Control speaks to Locus and Grimmjow.
MERCENARY COMM. FACILITY
Control: (voice only) I am at a loss, gentlemen. Years of arduous labor and delicate manipulation all made worthless by your inability to stop a single squad of what can hardly be considered soldiers.
Grimmjow: They got lucky.
Locus: They were underestimated. And it will not happen again.
Control: (voice only) Our operation now lies in extreme jeopardy. Word of our involvement can never find its way back to earth or the UNSC.
Locus: Then what are our orders?
Control: (voice only) Go to war.
Di-Roy is suddenly heard over the channel.
Di-Roy: (voice only) Hello? Yes. Hello?
Control: (voice only) What is this?
Di-Roy: (voice only) Extra sauce please!
Locus: An outside transmission.
Di-Roy: (voice only) Hello?
Grimmjow: How'd they get this channel?
Control's screen displays a newspaper article reading: "Colorful Space Marines Stop Corruption." Epsilon begins to speak over the channel.
Epsilon: (voice only) "Colorful Space Marines Stop Corruption."
The screen then cuts to the Blood Gulch Crew, alongside Patros and Harribel.
Epsilon: You know, I really love the picture they used for this thing but I gotta say I liked description even more. Pictured above, the Red and Blue troopers of Project Freelancer receive a full pardon from UNSC Oversight Chairman and Charon Industries CEO,SÅsuke Aizen. I can't imagine you liked that second bit very much though, probably not very good for business. Am I right, Chairman?
STAFF OF CHARON, COMM. ROOM.
Cut to the interior of the Staff of Charon, where the Chairman is seen. He was a mid age me with brown eyes and brown hair, but his hair was on the the back and side of his head. The top of his head is bald.
Chairman: On the contrary, you'd be surprised as to what can come of a merger between politics and corporations. If your here to negotiate a surrender, I'm afraid I must inform you that your ship has set sailed. Quite literally in fact.
Cut back to the Reds and Blues.
Washington: Actually, we were just hoping to read you a letter
Baraggan: Its just a little something we put together for ya. Considerin' we'll probably be seein' a lot of each other over the next few weeks.
Rey: Take it away Skullak.
Epsilon: Dear Chairman; It has come to our attention that you have declared war on the planet Chorus. We regret to inform you that this is a really shitty idea. Not only have you managed to annoy the people that you failed to kill, time and time again, you've also found a way to piss off an entire planet. Now they may not have the best equipment and they might not be the best fighters, but as your aware, they've been fighting for a very long time. And now that they're not fighting each other, they're more than happy to dedicate all of their time to fighting you. So dear Chairman, to you and your idiotic mercenaries, we would like to say: bring it on, motherfuckers! We're not going anywhere. From your friends, the incredibly badass and sexually attractive, Red and Blue soldiers of Project Freelancer. P.S.; suck our balls.
Cut back to the interior of the Staff of Charon, where the Chairman is seen.
Chairman: F.I.L.S.S.?
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) Yes Chairman?
Chairman: Please clear my schedule for the rest of the day.
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) Yes Chairman.
Chairman: And F.I.L.S.S., Could you verify that Locus' delivery was sent to the trophy room?
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) The crate from the shipwreck was unloaded and delivered this morning, sir.
Chairman: Wonderful. I could use a bit of good news today.
Cut to a holographic display of the Meta's helmet.
Well, everyone that the end of Season 12. Main Villain has finally been show and it none other then the Chairman that you'll all been hear about past stories, but now see who play his part. Anyway please like and review and Season 13 will be start up soon.