GATE: Red vs. Blue
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Regular Speak
Thoughts and Flashbacks
Demonic or Animalistic Speak
Demonic or Animalistic Thoughts
To the soldiers, seeing the two warriors up close was like charging at two vicious war gods.
The red one, the...Roaring Brawler, swung at them with his fists and bludgeoned them with his Dark Weapon, tearing at them like a lion tearing into his prey while reveling in and laughing at their deaths. And his Dark Weapon obliterated flesh and bone and metal with the slightest ease. It was like the weapon was destruction incarnate…he was like an ever thirsty blood god.
Then there was the blue one...the angry one, the Spear God. Unlike his ally, he seemed more wrathful with their invasion and took no issue in showing it. His Dark Weapon, like a great spear, tore through body after body of men with each attack, leaving mostly small holes, but some had large craters where the supposed spear exited the body. But if that wasn't enough, he would use his Dark Weapon like a mallet to crush heads.
And their smaller Dark Weapons, doing much the same but usually with only one fallen soldier an attack as well as their small blades that ripped through armor and shields like they were mere cloth. Their enemy seemed to become deadlier and more savage as things went on...
Meanwhile
"So...which one is her boyfriend?" York asked curiously.
"Fucking asshole!" Church yelled in the distance as he elbowed a sneaky soldier in the face.
"Want to take a guess?" Wyoming asked with a smirk.
"Blue, hold him still! How else am I supposed to shoot his arm off!?" Sarge yelled, shooting the same enemy in the soldier.
"...Not re-WHAT THE FUCK!?" York yelled in alarm.
"Did...did he just rip the guy's arm off?" Tex asked in surprise, and possibly approval.
"Well, it was mostly shot off- and now he's using it to beat some fool in the head, I love it!" Omega said with a cackle.
"Wow, Church must be really pissed," Doc commented uneasily.
"Why are we backing them up again, Mates?" Wyoming asked bluntly.
"Because I already paid you," Omega answered with a smirk, "And I only take refunds in the form of souls!...Or new technology, maybe."
"...Delta, your thoughts?" York asked, trying not to sound a bit scared as he saw Church snipe a centurion over Sarge's shoulder, while Sarge practically vaporized what might have been an imp.
"I believe that the Blue one we are observing currently is the one called Church...even discounting the voice match between him and the caller from earlier," Delta informed, "That said, I would advise against confronting this individual."
"What, you don't think York could take him?" Tex asked curiously.
"Insufficient data, but current observations point to defeat being a very...painful possibility," Delta answered cautiously.
"And if you win, you'd probably have Tex on your arse, Mate. So...lose-lose, as it were," Wyoming quipped.
"Always such wonderful commentary, Reggy," York countered sarcastically.
"All of you, shut up, we're heading in," Tex ordered sternly, getting their full attention, "Wyoming, get ready to launch some of those explosive rounds of yours, give us a path. Omega, you do the same afterwards. Then we charge through and shoot anyone still in our way to those two. York, you'll be in front with your new gun, I'll cover the side, and you two get the rear. Copy?" She listed off sternly.
"Copy," They all acknowledged, Omega with some annoyance.
"Okay, lets-"
*ROOOOOAR!*
The four all looked up in alarm to see three dragons swooping down on their hiding spot...
*BANG!*
*THUD*THUD*THUD*
And most of them jaw dropped when all three fell, two with a bullet wound to the head and the other with one to the heart.
Delta summarized their thoughts perfectly: "Does not compute."
"ARE YOU ASSHATS GOING TO GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE SOMETIME THIS CENTURY!?" Church roared over the radio, glaring straight at them as he snapped a man's neck in a headlock.
"...Okay, I just shit my pants a little," York whispered with a gulp.
"Have you been listening this whole time?!" Tex asked in annoyance.
"Never mind that! Just get your ass-kicking asses to work already!" Church ordered.
"Church, for the record, I have something for you!" Omega butted in, holding up the sniper rifle.
"...Holy mother of fuckcakes, that thing is badass!" Church cheered, "Grif, got another delivery mission for you!"
"Oi, I better be getting a tip for this or something," Grif grumbled over the radio.
"...What the fuck?" York commented warily.
"You'll be thinking that a lot around here," Tex warned with a smirk.
"Okay, shut the fuck up all of you. Wyoming, New-guy with the big gun whose name I don't care about? That hill gives you a good spot to rain hell down- And Wyoming, if you hit ANY of our vehicles, I will fucking snipe your digits off, all eleven of them," Church warned dangerously.
"Eleven? Agent Wyoming does not have Polydactylism," Delta commented.
"Who the hell are yo- you know what, never mind, I don't care. Omega, get in the jeep and get your ass down here. And Tex?" Church asked with a pause.
"Yeeeeeah?" Tex responded suspiciously.
"Do your thing. Enough said," Church answered smugly.
"Why are we taking orders from you again?" Wyoming asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, the mounted Gatling gun is a good reason," Doc commented shakily, facing behind them now.
"The moun-JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" York yelled in disbelief and fear as he saw the warthog right behind them.
"Yo," Grif greeted with a mock salute.
"Hi Tex, Doc, people whose name I don't know," Simmons called with a brief wave.
"This would be my ride," Omega said, climbing into the passenger seat.
"When the bloody hell did you get here?" Wyoming asked in surprise, "...And could you please stop pointing the gun at me?" He requested after an uncomfortable moment.
"Yeah, I'm uncomfortable enough letting Omega in the car, so I'm at least going to point it at the mercenary scumbag that got us blown into the future," Simmons said flatly, "...No offense, Tex."
"None taken," Tex assured with a smirk as she watched the scene play out.
"Are we going soon?" Omega asked impatiently. "I came to be IN a bloodbath, not just watch!"
"Yeah, one moment ya headcase. Church, are you sure we can't kill this cracker?" Grif asked hopefully.
"Believe me Grif, after that whole thing with a bomb in my gut, I am sorely tempted, but no," Church answered with a sigh.
"Are you sure? I could run him over while Simmons shoots him," Grif suggested temptingly, revving the engine slightly.
"Well..."
"I didn't know you had it in you, Custard," Omega opined in approval.
"I'm. Fucking. Orange," Grif pointed out warningly.
"Grif, knock it off...for now," Tex demanded, trying not to sound amused.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you Allison?" Wyoming asked dryly.
"Blimey! Whatever gave you that impression, Reginald?" Tex asked mockingly.
"...Reginald?" Grif repeated with a snicker.
Wyoming sighed at that as he stepped aside, "There will be no living this down."
"Well, have fun Tex. Sorry we didn't let you have all the fun this time," Grif joked as he sped off.
"Okay, anyone else have issue with my boyfriend calling the shots right now?" Tex asked rhetorically.
"No, I choose life," York answered quickly.
"Good, now get to work while I, as he said, do my thing," Tex said, trying to pop her neck out of habit before running off past the rocks, leaving the two males and one AI alone.
"...Okay, what the actual fuck was that about a bomb in his gut?!" York demanded in shock.
"I am more inclined to inquire about the mentions of time travel," Delta spoke up.
Wyoming shook his head with a chuckle, "Another time, mates. Now, we unleash hell...Bloody Bullocks, I've always wanted to say that!"
Meanwhile
What happened next, to the invading point of view, was as if their mighty foes had grown tired of them and unleashed the true measure of their power to squash them.
From the rocks came two more Beast-Masters. The brown one held the leash to some screaming beast, aiming it to roar and breathe something that tore apart flesh, metal and anything else in front of its maw.
The survivors would think back upon a little green creature on his shoulder, like a tiny man: An imp or fairy perhaps?
The bone white one held in his arms what must have been a baby Scorpion-Dragon, hurling smaller explosive fireballs like the adult one did, rending limbs from bodies.
Those two tore into the side of the army like waves washing away sand on a shoreline, but they were merely a distraction for Her.
Few heard it and less would be able to tell of it, but they heard the voice of this world's Death and it was a woman...
A figure, black as death, ran into the line of the army. Unlike the Berserker, she did not stop at the first line…nor the second or the third. She barreled through, on and on, sending men flying while firing her Dark Weapon into the crowd. She moved so fast that few even saw her. A single strike of her fist tore into metal and crushed bones to dust. A kick killed even more, hurling a poor fool into his brothers in arms.
If that wasn't enough, the Boar-Lion had carried a new warrior to the Roaring Brawler and Spear-Lord, a laughing violet being with some kind of two-headed serpent on his shoulder, spitting out deadly rock like a miniature volcano. And with him came the Spear-Lord's new weapon...
Meanwhile
"Holy fuck, what IS this thing?" Church yelled over the parked-warthog's machinegun as he put his sniper on his back before greedily taking the new, seemingly flaming sniper rifle from Omega.
"This, my good sir, is the result of me wanting to burn fools alive after getting through their pathetic defenses," Omega answered with a cackle.
"Those poor flag worshippers...," Doc lamented with a sigh.
"Shut up, they were dead when they washed up on the shore," Omega defended with a huff as he took out four extra clips of ammo, "I'm assuming that these will be enough for entry into this little carnagival."
"So...just treat it like a regular rifle?" Church asked as he pocketed the offered ammo. Getting a nod, he took aim...
*BOOOOOOOOSH!*
Screams ran through the air as the guns momentarily went silent, all taking a moment to look on at the scene. The single fire bullet had ripped through a distance of ten lines, setting each soldier on fire, forcing the surrounding footmen to back away, lest they be burned as well. Some weren't fast enough, joining their comrades in the blaze.
"...Mary fucking mother of Christ..." York whispered in horror and amazement.
"Omega's technical capabilities are more advanced than I originally expected," Delta mused to himself.
"I...almost feel cheated now," Wyoming commented in surprise, glancing at his own sniper rifle.
"That is one badass lighter," Grif quipped with a whistle.
"It's like something out of Borderlands!" Simmons cheered.
"I have GOT to get the schematics on that thing!" Sarge declared in awe.
"Now THAT is what I call a hot piece of hardware," Donut quipped.
"Why don't I get an upgrade?" Shelia questioned in a voice that almost sounded pouty.
"..." Caboose, on the other hand, currently couldn't see the event due to being on the other side of the canyon with an army between him and them, "Something's burning...Did we leave the oven on?"
"There will be no living with him after this is all done," Tex mused with a sigh.
"Ohhhh yeah suckers! It's time for a Roman Barbeque! Burn'em Choirboy, burn'em to a crispy goodness!" Vic cheered on, despite no one currently able to hear him, "Man, what I wouldn't give to be able to eat some poppy-corn right about now."
"Sweet babies of Jesus, YES! Omega, entry fee accepted, go hog-wild!" Church declared as he fired another shot, prompting everyone else to start firing again
"Finally!" Omega cheered as pulled out his rocket launcher, "Taste the fiery Red Bull of my rockets you primitive fools!"
"Okay, mad dog officially off the leash. Grif, Simmons, head on back out! Caboose's side probably needs some thinning out," Church called over his shoulder.
"Go break some of the idiot's new toys. Got it," Grif summed up as they sped off.
"And don't worry about 'accidentally' hitting the blutard while you're firing! These things happen!" Sarge called after them.
"Really?" Church asked flatly.
"Old habits," Sarge answered with a shrug, "Besides, that boy of yours can probably take a hit from a car."
"Point," Church admitted as he looked out over the battlefield, seeing several bodies literally flying through the air, "...Hey, Sarge? You going to be good on your own?" He asked offhandedly.
"Hm? You ditching me, Blue?" Sarge asked with a raised eyebrow, shredding someone's knee with a shotgun blast while doing so.
"Well, I kind of wanted some one-on-one with my badass mercenary girlfriend before this shitshow is over with," Church answered with a smirk.
"Ooooh! Hehe, Blue or Red, I'd be a hypocrite to say no to a young fool going off to impress his gal," Sarge answered with a chuckle.
"There's a story there that I so do NOT want to know. See ya!" Church declared as he fired a flaming bullet in Tex's general direction and ran by the burning enemies. Another joy of being a robot: Mostly fire proof.
"I feel like there's a highway to hell joke here or something," Sarge mused as he watched the Blue leader run off, "Oh well, who still wants to get Sarged? Come on, don't be shy, it's quick and possibly painless! But don't get your hope up, Togaboys!"
Meanwhile
"Hmmm, the voices in my head must be napping," Caboose commented to himself as he exited the base and tapped his helmet, immediately getting jumped and dog-piled by nearly two dozen men, "Hey! No...fair!" Caboose whined with a groan as the troops tried to hold him down.
Just as he was about to get angry, the pile of soldiers were plowed over by an air-warthog and the stragglers being were rammed off by Donut on the ghost.
"Simmons, keep them back, I'm going to go find out what's wrong with the Blue guy," Grif instructed with a sigh as he jumped out of the seat.
"Wait, seriously? Why?" Simmons asked in bewilderment at Grif doing anything selfless of his own motivation.
"Because, if he's injured, we're just going to have to come back and pick him up anyway," Grif answered over his shoulder.
"Ah, there we go," Simmons accepted as he started up the machine gun.
"Caboose, you okay?" The pink armored private asked in genuine concern, looking down from his motorcycle.
"Yes. I am fine, Admiral Sweetcream," Caboose answered with an annoyed tone, "People need to learn to respect timeouts."
"Dude, we're in a battle," Grif pointed as he reached them, "What do you need a timeout for anyway? Use the toilet? Snacks? Nap time?...cause, seriously, I get the urges, but still."
"Oh, no. Church doesn't let me nap in battles...even though Tucker has done it before," Caboose grumbled.
"Again, I sympathize," Grif assured with a dramatic sigh.
"And I don't really take snacks anymore because of what happened with my helmet last time," Caboose admitted thoughtfully.
"Ohh, trust me, I have been there," Donut said with a shiver, "Had crumbs in my hair for weeks!"
"And I don't use the toilet," Caboose finished bluntly.
"...No comment," Donut and Grif answered in sync.
"So...what did you go in the base for?" Grif asked, slightly curious.
"Hm? Oh, right, yes, ummmmm...OHOHOH, I remember! I smelt something burning, so I went inside to make sure we didn't leave anything on," Caboose answered, proud of remembering that, "We didn't, though, Tucker ate the last of the fruit cake...and the first of it and the rest."
"Fruit cake? But Christmas was months ago," Donut murmured in confusion.
"Dude, that burning smell is your buddy with a fucking inferno rifle," Grif informed flatly.
"A fur-no rifle? Why would a gun have fur to begin with?" Caboose asked in confusion.
"You know, I am actually just impressed you understood the word rifle," Grif admitted with a sigh, "Omega gave Church a gun that sets people on fire. Got that?"
"Oh, Omega is already here?" Caboose asked in interest.
"Ye-wait, you knew he was coming?" Donut asked curiously.
"Church asked me to make the rude people leave him alone while he had a phone call with Omega and some other people," Caboose explained.
"That...actually makes sense," Grif decided with a shrug, "Last I heard, your "best friend" was heading off to his girlfriend, Lady Killsalot."
"...Who?" Caboose asked after a moment.
"Tex. He went to go fight with Tex," Grif explained.
"Fight like your team does ours or like how we all did against Omega?" Caboose asked, sounding legitimately curious.
"...Considering who they are, that's actually not a bad question," Donut mused.
"Everything is relative," Grif agreed with a sigh, "They're fighting together, against these assholes," He explained slowly, waving to the wavering army of primitive soldiers.
"Oh...does that mean they're going to have a baby?" Caboose inquired in confusion.
"..."
"...What?" Donut asked in bewilderment while Grif was at a loss for words.
"Tucker said that making a baby involves a mommy and daddy fighting...I think...or was that what he said about orphans?" Caboose mused, more to himself than them.
"Moving on!...You haven't heard any of this on the radio?" Grif asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, but Church usually calls me when important stuff is happening, so I didn't think it was a big deal," Caboose explained.
"...Try calling him," Grif instructed.
"Okay! I love calling Church anyway," Caboose agreed happily as he tried to use his radio, "Hello?! Church? It's me, your besterest friend, Caboose!...Church? Hello? Hello? HelloHelloHelloHelloHe-"
"Okay, okay, enough!" Grif called with a sigh.
"I think your radio battery di-" Donut stated, only to be interrupted.
"WHAT DONUT MEANS!" Grif yelled suddenly, "Is that your radio stopped working. Nothing. Died..." Grif paused to look around the literal bloodbath pooling around them, "Well, nothing we cared about at least," He clarified.
"Oh, good," Caboose said with an audible smile.
"Ummmm, okay?" Donut agreed uncertainly.
Grif just shook his head at Donut's cluelessness as he called over the radio, "Hey, Blue? Your idiot's radio went out. What do-...R-really?" Grif asked in surprise, "Well, okay, less work for me. Donut, you're babysitting Caboose," Grif explained in amusement before heading back to his ride.
"Babysitting? Can't we just get a cat? They do it for free," Caboose suggested.
"Huh? Wait, what?" Donut asked in confusion as he radioed Church, "Church, why am I-"
"Because Simmons and Grif have the big machine gun and I don't want Caboose to try to figure out what they're telling him over all those bullets. Like, for example, telling him to "have fun" and him taking it as "break guns" or worse, "give guns." Understand now, Private Donut?" Church asked with a touch of finality.
"Y-yes, got it!" Donut answered quickly.
"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am about to kick ass with my girlfriend," Church added in with a lot more enjoyment in his voice.
"...What'd Church say?" Caboose asked after a moment.
"Umm, he said...Have fun?" Donut answered with a shrug.
"Oh, good, I was hoping he'd say that," Caboose said as he picked up a shield.
"What's that for?" Donut asked curiously.
"Bowling," Caboose answered simply.
Meanwhile
Tex sent out a wide kick, denting metal while breaking rips and snapping spines. Going into the spin, she fired off a round of bullets at the troops previously behind her. She almost felt bad for these soldiers. Almost. They didn't, couldn't even comprehend how outclassed they were, to the point where even simulation troopers could utterly destroy an army in the tens of thousands.
She almost face palmed as a pigman, an actual pigman, tried to attack her with a jumping axe-swing.
*BOOSH!*BOOSH!*BOOSH!*
Tex suddenly found the pigman and the troops to either side of her burning to a crisp. She turned around and saw Church, classic sniper rifle on his back, burning sniper in one hand...and pointing a pistol directly at her with the other.
"Chur-?"
*BANG!*BANG!*BANG!*BANG!*BANG!*BANG!*
"..." The black armored freelancer glanced behind her and saw seven men dead from six bullets. She silently looked back to her boyfriend, practically feeling his grin.
"Anyone order bacon?" He quipped smugly.
"...".
"What? Too cliché?" Church asked with a head tilt at Tex's silence.
"I'm...sorry, who are you? I'm looking for my lame shot of a boyfriend," Tex quipped in amusement.
"Oh, hardy har," Church retorted in fond annoyance, "One moment."
Church proceeded to shoot a soldier directly behind him, through the shield and into the brain, before kicking him back and toppling over four more.
"How the actual fuck are you suddenly doing that?" Tex couldn't help asking.
"I don't know!" Church answered in honest but happy confusion, "But I'm sure as hell not complaining!"
"Neither am I," Tex commented in approval. High Approval.
"...Are you...turned on?" Church asked in surprise.
"I'm a ghost in a robot body," Tex reminded flatly.
"So am I! That doesn't stop me from feeling a boner. I just don't talk about it like Tucker," Church retorted.
"Don't ruin the moment," Tex requested with an eye roll.
"Okay...want to fire my sniper rifle?" Church asked with a smirk, holding up the incendiary weapon.
Tex looked between the weapon and Church several times before taking it, cocking it and saying the most appropriate words: "Bow Chika Wow Wow!"
"Bitch, now who's ruining the moment?" Church commented with a smirk as he took out his combat knife...
Meanwhile
"Consarnit!" Sarge cursed as he hit someone under the chin with the butt of his shotgun.
"Something wrong, Sarge?" Doc asked, Omega throwing a frag grenade before firing off their assault rifle.
"Oh, it's nothing, Doc," Sarge said in slight disappointment, destroying another enemies face and brain with the shotgun, "I just can't help wondering why the Blues get all the good stuff: The tank, the freelancer, the Hell Spitter."
"Did Church actually call it that?" Doc asked curiously.
"It's what I'd call it," Sarge answered with a chuckle before sighing, "I really need to give the Warthog an upgrade or something..."
"...Well, actually...," Omega cut in deviously.
"...Omega, you body snatching varmint, what did you do?" Sarge asked with a hopeful grin creeping on his face.
"First off? DUCK!" Omega yelled, shooting two rockets just over Sarge's lower form, his shots hitting more soldiers that had been circling around them, sending a good deal of blood and gore over the place. "Secondly? One moment," Omega requested as he got on his radio, "Are you almost there?...Good, good. And is IT still working?...I'm going to assume that's a yes," Omega mused before looking back to the Red leader. He didn't say anything, merely pointing up to a ledge...
"...What is th-?...Sweet Maryapple cream pie in a pig fair, is that who I think it is?" Sarge asked in delight and amazement as he squinted up at the cliff.
Looking over the box canyon was one mostly-repaired Lopez, his body completely replaced save for his right arm and the bottom of his left leg, which had bare-bone but useable substitutes in the form of white-pole like appendages with a hand and foot on the end. And in his hands, he held a giant, rectangular weapon, "Lopez la pesada ha devuelto, bolsas de carne con retraso! Ahora decir hola a mi peque o amigo!" Lopez declared loudly into the canyon, drowned out by all the yelling, bullets, and explosions.[Lopez the heavy has returned, you retarded meatbags! Now say hello to my little friend!]
"That's Lopez alright! My Robo-boy has come home!" Sarge cheered with an overdramatic sniff, "...But what in tarnation is with the giant beer cooler?" He added on in confusion.
"I told you that's what it looked like!" Doc proclaimed in victory.
"Shut up you fools! It's a damn missile pod, not something to put your tasteless alcohol in," Omega grumbled over the stupidity of his allies.
Meanwhile
Tex would be lying if she ever claimed to have not been grinning while fighting alongside Church.
It was a bit more...thrilling then saving his ass. And he got brownie points for letting her play with his new toy.
*SLINK*SLINK*CREE*SLINK*BOOSH*
...And there was something interesting about watching him use his and her combat knives to slice open throats and slam through shields into hearts. Her burning a line of troops behind him also made it look a bit more badass.
"Watch out!" He yelled, tossing a knife behind at a...
"What the fuck is that?" She asked in confusion.
"I saw one of those earlier. Looks like a ghoul to me, if a ghoul wasn't supposed to be undead," Church mused as he pocketed his knife and took out his sniper, aiming up...and got hit in the head by a throwing axe, firing off by accident, "Goddamit! That was my last anti-armor shot too!" Church lamented.
"Yeah, I'm noticing," Tex said flatly as she ripped off the now-shot strength enhancer from her arm and threw a grenade in the general direction of the axe-thrower.
"Oh...was that important?" Church asked sheepishly.
"...Nah, not really," Tex answered with a shrug, "Gave my strength a bit of a boost, but I don't really need it here. I just can't literally ram through them that well."
"Good to hear. By the way, trade!" Church yelled, tossing her the sniper rifle while she tossed him the burning rifle. Church spun around the instant he had it and shot...right into a horse, "Oh...I thought that was the dragon," Church mused sheepishly.
"What dragon? I thought you killed them all?" Tex asked as she switched to an assault rifle and started firing off.
"Nah, there are about five more of them, but only one of them isn't hiding anymore," Church answered calmly, kicking a charging soldier in the knee, shattering it and giving Church a chance to hit him with the blunt end of his sniper.
"How the hell are you keeping track of them all?" Tex asked in surprise as twisted a shield, possibly breaking her enemy's arm before shooting him in the face.
"Hell if I know. Guess I'm just spatially aware or something," Church answered as he fired off a few more flaming rounds before going to his radio, "Hey, Grif? No pick up this time, but have you seen any dragons flying about still?"
"Ummm, no, but you should REALLY look at the cliff," Grif informed awkwardly.
"Which clif-"
*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM**BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*BOOM*
"...Never mind," Church said, not sure whether to be annoyed or surprised now, looking back at the long line of troops that had just been decimated by the near-dozen missiles launched at them. Following the smoke trails, he saw the source, "Is that Lopez?" Church asked idly.
"Hello Spanish, brown, and explosive," Shelia complimented.
"Yep," Tex answered with a smirk.
"You knew about this, didn't you?" Church asked blankly.
"I'll be sure to keep you updated next time, Captain," Tex teased.
"...Captain?" Church asked in confusion.
"It's what Vic called you, but I didn't notice it enough at the time to question it," Tex explained with a shrug.
"Huh, invasion of weaklings, suddenly badass with a sniper, got Omega working for me, new sniper rifle that Omega must have forged in Hell itself, got to fight WITH my girlfriend instead of against her, and I get promoted. Sweet day," Church mused contently.
"Yeah, yeah, bask later, it's not over yet," Tex reminded.
"Well, good news is that Lopez probably killed the dragons on that ledge," Church mentioned.
"Si," Lopez answered over the radio.
"Which just leaves the one," Church finished thoughtfully.
"Duly noted," Tex muttered, looking around at the carnage. It was getting to the point where these Roman-ish soldiers were starting to slip in blood or get their feet stuck in…entrails, "Who do you think is winning?" Tex asked offhandedly.
"Us, obviously," Church answered bluntly.
"I mean in kill counts, Ass," Tex retorted with an eye roll.
"Well, for once? Not you," Church answered smugly.
"I got here late," Tex grumbled.
"Right, right," Church said playfully before backing off, "But if you want my honest opinion-"
*BOOOOOOOOOOONG!*
The entire canyon shook a little as a ship slammed down from the sky, landing straight on a large group of soldiers and sending more flying.
"-whoever that is just fucking wrecked your score," Church chimed in shock.
"Oh, screw you, Leonard!" Tex yelled with a growl.
"I wish we could! I really do! That'd be the last thing to make this day perfect for me!" Church declared with a grin, "Oh, and Tucker not dying. That'd be great too."
End of Chapter
And chapter five if finally here, and with it, the last of the battle is just around the corner. Sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with real life at times, trying to find a job and all, and it took me a while to get the ball rolling on this. But once I did, things came together very nicely
Also, yes, that gun was inspiredby Borderlands 2.
Onto the soldiers from Falmart, AKA through the Gate? Yes, they are starting to create thier own mythology about how they see the Blood Gulchers. However, this will be refined and changed over time, just as religions in the past were. Everyone will have at least oneor two myths staring them. XP
Not much ese beyond that. But, yes, Tex is shocked but enjoying Badass Church.. ;)
Until next time!
Review Response:
dragon slayer of death 98- Wish granted!
Thaqif- Hmm, North might tie with him for nicest Freelancer. As for the translation thing, eh, true, but I'm in the habbit of doing that now. Kind of want people to have idea of what to imagine hearing
...I did not know that about Skipper. But, yeah, Church might or might not go through some denial stages.
No, no, I got plenty more planned. As for Dragon V Caboose, you mean regular dragon or the giant Flame Dragon? And yes, you'll getto seesome thingsthrough the eyes of prisoner's. XP
Hmm, be an interestingi dea, but I'd probably hold off until I actually played the game- or watched more of it, either or.
And yeah, I can see the Lopez/Lelei thing. XP
It'll be a while before anyone, even thier allies, grasps that the Blood Gulcher are a bunch of bickering idoits, despite being badasses.
Alpha701-...If it actually does anything, than yeah, she's going to get a vulgar earfull.
TheOmega360- Thanks all around!
Guest- Kind of the break, and kind of just busy.
natcraw- Yeah, the canyon is startingto look like a giant bowel of tomato juice...
Blinded in a bolthole- But Washington hasn't shown up yet- can't miss him if he hasn't gotten here.
Cerberusx- That'd be like asking how the JSDF got any over there in the anime/manga.
Parks98- Glad to hear that. Now lets see if I can't make it the five most beautiful. XP
Billthesomething- You see it, its right in front of you, it even makes sense, yet it still should not be possible, lol.
PsychoticBoredGuy- ...Now THAT is the oddest couple choice I think any of us will hear for this fic.
Animapower- Hehe, true all around. And yes, there's going to be plenty of "And these are simtroopers?!" moments for a LOT of people. I really loved the way you listed that all out. XP
IronWolfe- Screwed would be an understatement.
NeoNazo356- Thank you, thank you. I've been told that many times, but it still fills my heart with joy. And yes, pairings regardless, Rory is definitely going to find Church interesting.
halo is bad ass- Maybe!
Guest- Well,that's a given.
ElektrikRage- The Blood Gulchers make anything entertaining. Just imagine what would happen if you had them watch paint dry.
GoryLover- Eventually, yes.
Bazooka Republic- I want to every freelancer's reaction to
Axcel- Hm? Oh, no, I didn't mean the Dragons were out of range in terms of length, I just meant the gun couldn't be angled up that high. Still, glad you enjoy the rest of it!
Z.R. Stein- Yes, yes they should have.
Mercwiththemouth- That might be putting it lightly. Well, that or he's the weapon-smith.
Pedroxmv97- No JSDF, and you'll see how th rest unfolds.
the Composcreator-A Xover made in heaven, eh?...Or hell, hard to tell at this point. XP What's Falmart's versions of the Afterlife called?
Don't worry, they'll have their rough patches, but I don't plan on spliting Alpha and Beta up. Asfor the rest ofthepairings,they'dbe less "just because" and more "It just came out this way"
Hehe, nice. I got a few ideas for othergifts he'llgive her down the road. He's already given hera turn with his new sniper rifle. XP
And yeah, the meeting between Alpha and the Director will be abit more...interesting than it did in canon with Epsilon.
Hmm, still might add that in, the part about Andy.
Falmart, and yeah, between them and Andy, they'll have it covered.
XP Well, just because Tex is a robot, doesn't mean the Gate soldiers won't get the idea that a woman just wrecked them. Still, yes, we will get to those two.
True, but I'll probably work something up.
They probably won't like it, and no, we'll getsome of the other races involved too. XP
XP Yeah, that sounds exactly like them...basically what they did to the Chairman. XP
Church and Sarge would probably learn the most about the polotics, but they might not care. XP
Oh, don't worry, I have something special planned for that.
...I forget,is Doc the one that cooks, or was that Donut? And yeah, a few things we'll miss out on, but we'll get more new stuff in
I am using both, but I didn't get beyond finding out about zombies. Thanks for the info and tip though.
Eh, I'm intending the Chairman to be a bit less on the evil side in this fic, making the whole thing with Charon, Felix, and Locus up in the air. As for the teleporters, partially I forgot and partially that they haven't been on top of the bases in a while.
Yes, there will be kill counts, and yes, Vic will be involved! Probably with Delta!
Abyss Emperor- Well, someone figured out my master plan. I should be annoyed, but I just kept grinning reading this. And yes, RDR is still a thing. I recently wrote a large bit for the new chapter. And yeah, thanks, we deltwith the aftermath just fine.
Robo Reader 21- Tempting, but no. She showed up slighlty aead of things...that or Tucker's labor is a bit later.
Guest- You were saying?
OBSERVER01- ...SAW Caboose...Terrifying. Andyes, it got cranked up a bit more. XP
HybridmakerV2- Eh, has to happen once or two. As for Junior...yeah, interesting reactions there.
Hazzamo- Thanks. XP
Drgyen- Thanks all around. And yeah, the end of the battle is just around the bend. And thank you so much for the recommendation! And don't worry, while I got busy for a while, all we got was a few days without power.
Ranger Station Charlie- I probably told you before: The fight where York died got interrupted by the call from Omega and Church.
Mandalore the Freedom- Indeed, lol. And yeah, the Blood Gulchers are going to get a LOT of respect, and some fear, after this event. As for Omega, I just couldn't imagine any better react for him. XP And the ship is here now.
X3N0 1NV1CT4- Because caves?
tl34lt12- I can see thatfor Tucker and a maybe on the Lelei thing
Leman42x- Hmm, now there's a thought.
helkil- In time, my friend, in time.
Amvmaster- Sorry, no JSDF.
TheGuest- Not something you expect to say or read every day. XP
neogoki - Well, there is Emroy, God of War, Insanity, Death, Darkness, and more. And naw, I don't think they'll need consolting...or at least not that much. You know what, its in the maybe pile. As for your question- because none of them have top kill counts in this mess?
HolyMage Mouto- Wish granted!