GATE: Red vs. Blue
Disclaimer: I don't own Red VS Blue or GATE
Thaqif- First off, unless it is marked complete, its not a oneshot. I'm intent on continuing and finishing all my stories. As for your suggestions? I like. Don't know all of them, but I'm definitely planning a Killzone-Gate Xover. And RvB in Highschool of the Dead...
And, yes, Omega is saying Oh Alpha! likeone would say Oh God!
...I'm going to have to make a note to put down a thank you for the indea/concept with Lopez.
As for the chapter sizes, sorry, they're probably sticking in the same range. Though, this is a bit longer.
Path-of-Otaku- Technically, revealed in the new season that that never happened.
guest2- maybe.
Seeker213- Bingo. Though, I do have a few fic planned where the societies are more evenly matched...at least in terms of technology. In magic power scale? Not so much
And thanks, I've been trying to keep this band of assholes in character for the most part.
Omega didn't call him Alpha, he was swearing by Alpha. Church might still comment onit later though.
blaiseingfire- Because its fairly new?
Mercwiththemouth- Gladto hear! And it'll be a while before they figure that out. For now, they come off more as like War Gods dueto the language barrier.
The Thinker- Pretty much, yeah.
GrandMaster Of Fiction- Ahh, RvB is one of the few fandoms where staying canon is probably more fun than going ooc.
Guest- Thank you for that, I've made it a note to watch season 14 before I get too deep into this fic.
New Universe Returns- That might be the biggest bit of overkill ever. Of all time. No promises on that one, fun as it would be.
Pedroxmv97- Hmm, Omega/Rory seems to be the popular option.
Demon's Poet- Thank you!
Drgyen- Yes, yes it does. Eh, don't count on it. With the power level deifference and the langage barrier, they'll probably see them as eccentric rather than idoits.
animefan29- ...Love it, will probably do that. Ifnot, it will end up in an omake.
X3N0 1NV1CT4- Eh, doubt it, but thanks anyway.
raptorfire777- Would that make Church the Blood God in this case?
Guest- Yes, yes it was. Like a christmas horror movie.
OrionGold- Eh, its mainly me using a bit of the interpretaton I had of him prior to the chorus seasons.
tl34lt12- Most of them. And that was Epsilon Tex, not Beta Tex.
Leman42x- ...0.0 I am love you reviewers in this fic. That's actually not a bad idea.
OBSERVER01- Yes, yes they are.
Rotciv557- Oh no, things willgetmessy eventually, its inevitable. But we have a while before we have toworry about that.
Good to hear! Church is actually my favoritecharacter, Alpha Church specifically. And I personally think he got the best of the Director's personality, even if he lost some mannerisms along the way. But we like our glorious asshole likethat.
Hehe, while I won't say if or what the pairings will be, I will say there will be moments for those two.
Oi, thank you! I legitimately was unable to figure out how much stronger the Halo firearms weaponry was to our own. So thank you for explaining that abit better. And don't worry, I have a few back up plans on why their weapons aren't as good.
X3N0 1NV1CT4- I know, really hard to find a power comparrsion between modern day tech and Halo tech.
Mandalore the freedom- Good to hear! And it will only getmore awesome!
Hmm,interesting choices. Though, I doubt theage differenceis much of an issue intheGate world.
As for Vic...might have to come back to him, have a few ideas I have to maul over.
And no, the Empire may look like Romans, but they have not proven very adaptive.
The Richmaster- Hehe, my Beta andI loved that imagery as well.
Church the Dragon Slayer! But yeah, I tried to keep them in character with a few suprising moments, like Grif's hidden stash. Hope you keep enjoying this.
Wacko12- eventually.
Regular Speak
Thoughts and Flashbacks
Demonic or Animalistic Speak
Demonic or Animalistic Thoughts
AN Thank you all for the support and ideas! We have already reached over a hundred alerts and favorites! I usually give the hundredth of each a shout out, but I emptied part of my inbox recently, sorry!
"How the hell is it that he can hip shot dragons, but can't shoot for dick against you guys?!" Tucker yelled, swinging his sword and wishing he hadn't forgotten to restock his personal ammo after that quest.
"I was just thinking the same thing!" Sarge yelled, batting away one soldier with the butt of his shotgun, probably snapping his neck in the process, before unloading into another, "Only, more specifically, how he couldn't have shot Grif."
"Actually, Grif's about the only one I can relate to on your team," Church informed over the comms, "You left the radio on, for the record."
"Obviously," Tucker muttered under his breath.
"I don't know if that's another strike against Blues or Grif, or both," Sarge commented in annoyance.
"Well, I got good news," Church informed with a grin to his voice, "The cavalry is coming in!"
"Cavalry? Uhhh, do we even need that?" Grif asked curiously, driving around an orc or ogre- he didn't know or care.
"Grif, as badass as this feels, do you WANT to be here all day and night until they give up?" Church pointed out.
"...I see your point," Grif admitted in dread of all the sleeping he'd miss.
"I bet you do, Numbnuts," Sarge said with an eye roll
"Still, it'd be better spent here than on anything Sarge would have me do," Grif mused, swerving the jeep out of the way of a crashing dragon corpse, "Hey, watch where you drop those!"
"Oh please, like I can keep track of you all while snipping these bad boys," Church said with an eye roll, humming as the dragons took cover in the cliffs for now, "Speaking of which, get me a Sitrep everyone!" He called.
"A Sitrep?" Tucker asked, ducking down to cut off a lot of legs, "What, you need a footstool?"
"Not a sit-rest, Blutard, a Sitrep! Ya know, a situation report!" Sarge corrected, cursing as his shotgun jammed, forcing him to switch to an assault rifle until the current wave lessened.
"And here I thought it meant Situation Repression," Grif snarked over the coms, "I'm good. Jeep is running fine, the gun is working and Simmons is actually running out of lame half-assed roman insults."
"Heeeeey!" Simmons whined, even as he mowed down soldiers, goblins, and- "Why the fuck are there so many pigmen?!"
"Maybe the human guys like bacon?" Grif supplied.
"That is sick! What kind of assholes bring along soldiers they intend to eat!?" Simmons countered.
"Coming from the cyborg, you don't get an opinion on cannibalism," Grif responded.
"Okay, the Married Couple is doing fine," Church decided, cutting off that chatter.
"Hey!" Grif and Simmons both protested.
"Married? Why wasn't I invited to the wedding?" Caboose asked, standing on top of the ramp now.
"Caboose? I thought you were going Rambo on them down there?" Church asked curiously.
"Rambo? I am not a goat, and Andy is the Archer," Caboose pointed out matter-of-factly, before looking down the ramp, "Also, some really big people are trying to make big circles fit in smaller rectangles."
"...Wait, what?" Church asked in confusion as he approached the ramp. Lo and behold, there were two large, ogre-like creatures wielding giant wooden mallets and trying to bring the base down…very unsuccessfully, "How did I not notice that?" Church muttered looking to his friend, "Don't think you can take them?" He asked curiously.
"Oh, no, I'm just waiting for them to figure out circles don't fit into rectangles very well," Caboose answered innocently, "I know I got upset when people interrupted me trying that. I could usually get them to fit though, but I got in trouble when I did," Caboose informed.
"...Anyone else getting the impression that Blue Team is scarier than us?" Grif asked in shock.
"Grif, I will shoot your tires off if you say that again!" Sarge warned.
"Moving on!" Church said quickly, "Caboose, why don't you go do them a favor and take them out before they get in more trouble, okay?" He suggested.
"Hmm, maybe that was why everyone kept interrupting me," Caboose mused before nodding, "Okay, Church! I will go take the big circles away...and maybe play with them a bit," Caboose decided happily as he walked down the ramp.
The two giant humanoids looked down in surprise at the Metalman's sudden arrival, pausing in their assault, "Excuse me, yes? May I borrow those?" He asked politely.
One of the ogres, a blue one, roared as it brought down its hammer on top of Caboose. It grinned in satisfaction as the mallet made contact with a loud bang. Then its eyes widened as the giant mallet was slowly pushed back up.
"That...was...a...bit...rough...but...thanks," Caboose grunted as he slowly rose from his knees, gripping onto the edge of the mallet.
The other ogre, a green one, roared as it slammed its mallet on top of the first, hoping to aid its comrade.
"Okay...now...you...are...making...me...ANGRY!" Caboose yelled as he shoved the mallets off of him, making the large opponents reel their weapons back in shock, "Your heads are circles and so are the hammers!" He yelled as the blue one tried to strike him again. This time, Caboose grabbed the edge and wrenched it out of the giant's grip. Not even bothering to grab the handle, he threw the blunt instrument back at its owner, right in the gut, sending the large humanoid falling back and onto the smaller soldiers.
The blue soldier wasted no time, running through the crowd of dazed troops and jumping onto the large creature. The ogre barely regained awareness of its surroundings before Caboose brought the mallet down on its head, flattening it into a pile of blue and grey matter.
Caboose towards the stunned green ogre and said four words, "My arms hurt now."
Of course, the ogre didn't understand him and took it as something ominous, dropping its weapon and running away, crushing soldiers in its terror. It then got a large hole through its chest, courtesy of Shelia.
"Thank you, Shelia!" Caboose yelled as he strained to pick up the mallet again, throwing it to block the ramp, "Church, no more Alligators are going to bother you!" He promised, his arms limp at his side.
"...I think you...mean Gladiators, Caboose?" Tucker said in confusion, panting a bit.
"They don't look glad," Caboose commented, looking down at the soldiers that were increasingly terrified of him.
"...Anyway, Donut, how are you doing?" Church asked, still weirded out by Badass-Caboose.
"Feeling a bit empty, actually, so I need something to-" Donut started.
"I'm not listening to this!" Tucker and Simmons yelled, turning off their radios.
"What? I was just saying how I needed something to throw- I'm running out of bombs here," Donut explained in confusion, running over a steady supply of soldiers, "And running them over is beginning to feel a bit unsporting."
"Unsporting? In War? Seriously?" Church said with a sigh, "Look, Donut, just grab a random weapon as you roll on by."
"But what if I cut my hands?" Donut asked in concern.
"Donut, the most vulnerable part of your armor is the body suit between the plates and even that is made with titanium," Church pointed out dryly, "So if anything cuts through it, we want to know."
"Hmm, alright, I'll take a chance for the crew!" Donut said in determination, grabbing a throwing axe out of an enemy's hand, "Thaaank you~!"
Church just shook his head, "Shelia?" He asked, looking towards the tank.
"I am having a great time, Church!" Shelia informed enthusiastically, "I am finally doing what I was built to! I have eliminated or crippled an estimated five percent of the enemy forces. And the ones trying to use their little swords are tickling my hull," She informed with a robot giggle.
"Duly noted, Shelia. I'll let you run them over soon," Church promised, suppressing a shiver from the commentary of their tank.
"Now THAT would be delightful," Shelia said, her voice ominously cheerful. If the soldiers could understand her, they would have ran in terror.
"Oh come on, Sarge! You got to give it to that!" Grif yelled, a bit disturbed by the murder-happy tank.
"And that just leaves the Christmas Crew," Church opined.
"Christmas?" Caboose perked up instantly, shooting a warrior in the head by accident.
"You mean us?" Sarge asked.
"Tucker is an elf?" Caboose cut in again, "Does that mean Mr. Sargant is really Mr. Claus? Or is Sargant his middle name?" Caboose asked hopefully.
"It was a joke, Caboose," Church said with a sigh, glad that he got it through Caboose's head a while ago that a joke was essentially a lie told to be funny.
"Oh...That's okay, we don't have a tree anyway," Caboose said dejectedly, ignoring the sword slamming against his back- the wielder of which was promptly shot by Church.
"Again, how are you guys doing?" Church asked in frustration.
"I'm as happy a shark in a tank of exotic guppies!" Sarge declared as he got his shotgun finally unstuck. Just in time too, as he shot a purple and lanky humanoid creature, "Who knew killing primitive soldiers with vastly superior technology could be so entertaining?! This is the best thing since- OW!" Sarge yelled, falling to his side as a large and muscular human wielding a flail knocked him down.
"Sarge, you okay?!" Simmons asked in concern.
Sarge grunted as he shot the head off of the possibly giant-human hybrid, "Yeah, Playboy over here just let someone slip by," Sarge said with a growl as he turned towards the Blue- and promptly went wide eyed, "Man down!" He yelled over the line.
"What?!" Church asked in alarm.
"Tucker's down- I don't see any blood yet. One sec. HEEEYA!" Sarge yelled, charging shoulder first into four soldiers, rapidly shooting two of them, then a third with his shotgun in rapid success. He ducked under a spear swing and elbowed his last foe in the gut. When the soldier leaned forward in pain, Sarge reached up and snapped his neck over his shoulder. Switching to his rifle, he ran over to Tucker's prone body, "Blue? Hey, Son, ya hear me?" He called, shaking him firmly.
"Ugggh," Tucker groaned through his helmet, "My stomach...something's...wrong."
"Church, yer green friend is down with intense stomach pains! I repeat, Swordboy is down with something!" Sarge yelled, throwing a flash grenade over his shoulder.
"FUCK!" Church cursed, "Goddamn stomach virus! Fine, okay, change of plans! Grif, Simmons, pick up Tucker! Shelia, you're going to steam roll through them and head about midway in, opposite of the gateway- go through them but stay close to the edge. They're going to get Tucker to you! Once he's in, just give us all support fire! You're the safest place for him at the moment. Donut! I need you to help out Caboose over here! I'm heading out with Shelia. Grif, you're going to drop me off back at red base to help Sarge. Copy?"
"Copy!/You are not my Pappy, Church!" Everyone sounded off.
"Umm, what about me?" Andy asked, feeling a bit left out.
"We're not utterly fucked, so just sit back and enjoy the view," Church answered, jumping off the side to run after Shelia, already bulldozing now-scattering troops at a steady pace.
"...It is a nice view," Andy decided, watching as the canyon was becoming increasingly blood stained, "I'll be glad not to have a nose when this is done."
"Church, I do believe this is the first time you have operated me," Shelia noted as Church jumped on her side, kicking off something that had grabbed him, not even bothering to look.
"Sorry, Shelia, but that's still not today," Church said with a chuckle, "I got something else planned."
"Oh? How may I be of assistance?" Shelia asked, almost eagerly.
"I need you to pepper the top of the canyon walls. I'm hoping to spook those dragons out- and I can't snipe in the canopy," Church explained.
"Very well, but may I make an inquiry?" Shelia asked, turning her gun upwards.
"Fire away, pun intended," Church said, flinching as the cannon went off, "Damn! My eardrums would be shot if I had them!" He cursed, taking aim as the dragons took flight again.
"Should I not attempt to destroy the gate?" She asked curiously.
"A. I'm not taking the risk that the damn thing blows up if we do. B. I want to eventually know what asshole sent these fuckers to the slaughter," Church answered in annoyance, casually stepping on a man's hand as he tried to climb up on Shelia.
"Roger that," Shelia said, firing another round.
"Kay, that's good for now, Shelia!" Church called, taking aim, "Hasta la Vista, Scalies!"
Meanwhile
"So...Boyfriend?" York asked awkwardly as they rode in a warthog with a strained silence, Tex driving and Wyoming in back on the gunner.
"Shut it, York," Tex grunted, her glare very much a visible force.
"Come now Alison, you can't blame him for being curious about what kind of man you'd let lay a hand on you and openly say as much," Wyoming teased with a chuckle.
"Do you want to not have kids, Reggy!?" Tex yelled over her shoulder.
"Hate to break it to you my dear, but Private Reginald was born shooting blanks," The white Freelancer informed with a chuckle.
"Come on Tex, you have to give me something here," York pressed on bravely, "I got it when we were out to kill Omega, and I got that he hired Wyoming. But all of that stopped making sense when your Boyfriend is now, apparently, your AI's boss," He pointed out, Tex growling a bit, "...Well, the man must be one scary motherfucker…more so than you if Omega listens to him and gets away with yelling at you."
"Please, yelling is his favorite method of communication," Tex said with an eye roll.
"Sounds like you have quite the sense of taste," Baxter joked dryly.
"He goes well with you: you speak with loud guns, he speaks with loud words," Wyoming opined.
"Wyoming! I WILL SHOOT YOU! UP THE ASS!" Tex yelled.
"Though, you two seem to have traded roles if that "Sniping Dragons" nonsense had any truth to it," Wyoming commented jovially.
"...Wyoming? You met the man before?" York asked curiously.
"Twice or thrice, yes. I will say this much: Tex is the calm one between the two," Wyoming answered ominously, suppressing a chuckle.
"...I think I just shit my pants a bit," York said nervously.
"Your fecal matter has not been released, York," Delta assured, appearing where the window would be- if the jeeps had doors.
"Thank you, D. So, how long until we get there?" Baxter asked, wondering how long he had to mentally prepare for meeting Tex's significant other.
"Approximately ten minutes, twenty-eight seconds, assuming this speed is kept and the coordinates are accurate," Delta supplied.
"And how much trouble can these guys get into in ten minutes?" York asked curiously.
Wyoming and Tex shared a look at that, "Alison, drive faster," Wyoming recommended.
"First thing we've agreed on in years," Tex responded, pressing down on the gas.
Meanwhile
"Marshall Cupcake! It is so good to see you. And your floating hammerhead!" Caboose greeted Donut as he dismounted the Motorcycle, a normal sized axe over his shoulder, "Are we going Christmas Tree hunting?" He asked hopefully, tilting his head as he eyed the axe.
"Good to see you too, Caboose! And nah, I stopped over to see if you have any grenades?" Donut asked curiously, frowning as he looked over his armor, posing a bit, "This blood won't be coming off soon," He said with a sigh. He didn't mind cleaning his armor, he even enjoyed it at times but he knew a tall order when he saw one and cleaning this blood off was getting taller and taller.
"Sure. Church tells me not to throw them anyway," Caboose said bluntly, handing over his explosives- and a jawbreaker, which Donut decided to save for latter.
"Cool, thanks! Have fun~!" Donut called, humming a tune as he buried the axe into the head of a soldier trying to "kill" the motorcycle, pushing him off as he remounted the vehicle and rode off a bit, throwing a grenade into the mouth of a giant.
"What a nice lady," Caboose said to himself, turning back to the soldiers who were cowering behind a wall of shields, "So, whose turn is it again? Is this the part where I run or you poke me?" He asked in honest confusion, cocking his head when they didn't answer, "Oh, that's alright if you don't remember either! I forget things like that a lot too. I'll just start and we'll go from there!" He decided, charging at them once more. He jumped as they braced themselves, but a thousand pounds of sophisticated metal flying through the air at over a dozen miles per hour is kind of hard to hold back, leading to Caboose landing on top of a heap of soldiers, "Sorry, was trying to jump over your shields and land my butt on your heads!" He explained apologetically as he pulled himself up, "That was a bit dumb, eh?" He asked to the man that was very much dead, his spine crushed under the force and weight of the armor, "Oh, sorry, I'll just get-" Caboose paused as he stepped on another soldier's skull, cracking it like an egg shell, "...I'll just go play with the others while you get up," He said awkwardly, walking calmly away to another group of soldiers.
"Woohoo! In your face, ugly!" Donut cheered as he rode under a collapsing and now throat-less ogre, nearly flattening himself but the thrill was worth it, "Hey, Church, need any help?!" He called as he rode up next to the tank, which was leaving a bloody trail of ground up corpses wherever it went.
Church looked at the effeminate soldier a moment before shaking his head, "Firstly, use your damn Radio. Second, you're supposed to be helping Caboose! Third and most importantly-" He paused, shooting almost straight up without even looking, a dragon falling right in front of Donut, "Does it look like I need help?" He asked gloatingly.
"Wow, that must be a biiiiiig clip to pump a shot into every dragon so far," Donut praised over the radio, a bit suggestively, even as he turned around to head closer to blue base.
"Oh yeah. Think this bad boy has thirty bullets in it," Church said happily, looking for any dragon trying to take a dive bomb at him.
"...Can I help clean your rifle up afterwards?" Donut asked hopefully.
"Dude, you already killed my girlfriend. Don't push your luck," Church reminded evenly as the tank came to a halt.
"Oh, right...," Donut said awkwardly, "I'll just help Caboose!" He said, speed off faster.
"Yeah, you do that," Church said with a sigh, glancing behind him at the Dragon that had tried to sneak up on him, now stuck between Shelia's cannon and the canopy, trying to take a bite out of him, "See what I put up with?" He asked mockingly to the dragon, blowing its brains out casually, "Hey, guys, we're here, where are you?" He asked into the communicator.
"We got a bit of trouble!" Grif yelled in return.
"The Jeep isn't working kind of trouble or did Tucker turn into a zombie?" Church asked, completely serious.
"Remember that dragon we tried shooting?" Simmons reminded, "Apparently, it stuck to the ground and wants some payb- OH SHIT!" He answered loudly.
"Just gives us a minute, Blue," Sarge said, sounding less concerned, "Let Red Team have a bit of fun too."
"Fun?! You call this fun!?" Grif yelled disbelief and outrage.
"Whatever, just get that thing dead and get Tucker over here!" Church ordered, sighing as he glanced at the gate past the mobs of men and monsters, standing ominously over the battlefield. Like a passage to, or from, Hell. He looked down at the soldiers around the tank, all trying to "slay" Shelia with only scratches and broken swords to show for it. Some of them threw spears, arrows, or even swords at him, but he paid them no mind. No one wanted to get too close to Shelia's gun and no one wanted to be near him when the dragon was getting close to eating him, or so they thought, "Shelia? Start shooting the soldiers in the middle of the canyon," He ordered offhandedly with a scowl. Before, he was content to just wear them all out, drain them dry. But with Tucker down, he felt more like putting them down, keep hitting them over the head until they got that they couldn't lose.
And if it worked out how he wanted, Tex and the others would the final nail in this army's morale, sending them running back to wherever the hell they came from.
It was time to get on offense.
"As soon as those fuckers get here," Church muttered, hitting a man in the jaw with his rifle before he could climb up.
Meanwhile
"So...Sarge, any ideas on how to slay a dragon?" Grif asked bluntly, leaning lazily against the base as they watched the dragon try and fail to eat the hood of the warthog.
"Well, explosives might hurt the jeep and Simmons and a dragon might actually be able to digest you for all I know. So, the obvious choices are out," Sarge answered ideally, glancing at the soldiers that were staying back and hoping the dragon would kill them.
"Guys, a little help!" Simmons yelled, both hiding and stuck under the jeep.
"...Sarge, I...I got an idea," Grif said slowly, sighing in resignation, "And you're going to fucking love most of it."
"Does it involve you in mortal peril?" Sarge asked with a smirk.
"Yes," Grif deadpanned.
"...Continue."
"One of us, preferably you, jumps on the dragon's back while the other goes up the front to use the Gatling gun on it," Grif supplied.
"BUT WE ALREADY TRIED THAT!" Simmons yelled over the communicators.
"Yeah, for two seconds. But point blank and continuous?" Grif countered.
"Hmm, that might actually work," Sarge admitted with a grunt, "If it flies off with me on it, I will murder you, Private."
"Noted. Also, I need to borrow your shotgun," Grif requested seriously, Sarge snapping his head towards him with an ominously quiet stare, "Hey, if the thing tries to bite me, I want to shoot him in the head or mouth."
"...Perhaps "I" should be the one doing the shooting?" Sarge countered evenly.
"Right and stand in front of a giant, potentially fire breathing lizard," Grif retorted.
"...Well hit me with a deer and call me a jackalope, I found a plan I both love and hate," Sarge said with a growl, as he and Grif trade-tossed weapons, "Ah well, I suppose even a dirt bag like you deserves to go out enjoying the wonders of a shotgun."
"See, there's a Sarge-positive-way to look at it!" Grif said sarcastically as he cocked the shotgun.
"Just get out there Dirtbag- I got to clean your finger grease off the rifle now anyway," Sarge muttered distastefully.
"...Did I hit my head or are those two working together...?" Simmons asked in disbelief.
"Ohhh, shut it Numbnuts!" Sarge yelled as he ran a circular path around the dragon.
The creature, growing dissatisfied with the unresponsive foe, turned to the movement out of the corner of its eye. Seeing the red human-like being, it bared its fangs and prepared to give chase.
Only to stop, completely still, as a rock made impact with its head. It slowly, ominously turned its head to look at the orange soldier, staring right at it.
"Yo, Ugly! Ignore the scrawny old man, the main course is over here!" Grif yelled as it roared at him. All he had to do was give Sarge a chance to jump on its back and distract it further, "Come on, he's tough and grimy, I'm full of yummy snack-flavored meat! Nice...and...sweet..." He taunted, slowing in fear as it started to approach him, "Umm, Sarge?" He called shakily as it got halfway to him, "Sarge!?" He yelled louder, getting no response as the beast hovered in front of him, drool dripping from its lips. Grif gulped as he steeled himself, "...Your breath stinks," He said boldly.
It pulled back with a screech to bite him. Grif, fear quickening his reflexes, brought the shotgun up fast enough to get one shot off.
"YEEHA! TIME TO RIDE YA SCALY VERM-Huh?" Sarge yelled as he jumped on the dragon's back, only to find it was slumped over and dead, its brains leaking out through its mouth, Grif standing right in front of it, him and the shotgun covered in blood, "Private Grif! What in Samhill did you just do?" He asked in surprise.
"I shot it in the fucking mouth is what I did! Where the hell were you?! I was almost eaten!" Grif yelled, putting a foot on the dragon's lifeless head.
"Almost isn't good enough! Next time, bring some seasoning with you!" Sarge scolded.
"SCREW YOU, SARGE!" Grif yelled as he threw the officer's main firearm back at him.
"Taking lessons from Donut?" Sarge asked with an audible smirk as he caught the weapon, albeit barely, before heading over to Tucker, perched against the base. Luckily, the dragon had been so close to the base that none of the enemy dare get close. Now they were just staring in shock.
Grif, meanwhile, ignored the red sergeant as he stomped over to the Warthog, reached down and physically yanked Simmons out from under the vehicle, "Wow, Grif-?!" Simmons started as the orange soldier pulled him to his feet.
"Shut up, get your robot ass in the driver's seat and let me mow some fuckers down!" Grif ordered angrily.
Simmons stared in shock of the normally lazy and laidback private's attitude, "...Did you shit your pants?" He asked quietly.
"I WAS ALMOST DRAGON CHOW!" Grif yelled, slamming him against the jeep.
"Okay, okay, I'm going!...sir," Simmons said quickly, muttering the end bit as he climbed in.
"You both remember the plan, right?" Sarge asked, running up and putting Tucker in the passenger seat, turning around to shoot a charging soldier in the head; seemed they got their courage back.
"Ugh...what the fuck is this...," Tucker moaned, almost feeling like something was moving in his stomach.
"Yeah, yeah, get the sick guy to the tank," Grif said offhandedly as he took the gunner position.
"And get Church over her-," Simmons added on, only for Grif to start shooting, "Grif!"
"Can't hear you!" Grif yelled back, mowing down an entire line of troops.
"Just go!" Sarge yelled with a wave of his arm, scowling grimly as he found himself surrounded on all sides. With an eye roll, he dropped a smoke grenade, planning to get a bit better control of the situation, "Well, I guess there was bound to be at least one moment in all of creation where the Glorious Red Leader would be forced to stand side-by-side with the Great Blue Devil."
"You know I can hear everything, right?" Church asked over the radio.
Meanwhile
"Is this the place?" York asked curiously as they stopped outside a cave in a large stone wall, a wasteland all around them.
"Yeah, this is pretty much the only way in or out on foot, supposedly," Tex answered cautiously.
"I am detecting an extremely large number of life forms in this direction beyond this wall," Delta informed as he appeared on York's shoulder.
"I thought you couldn't scan that far away?" York asked in confusion.
"I cannot do so accurately. However, the reading I am recieving indicates over ten thousand creatures are located within the canyon that Agent Texas claims is though these caves," Delta explained.
"Well, the only question remains is where Omega wandered off too?" Wyoming mused curiously, "He did say he would meet us here. The chap is normally very punctual," He commented.
"I think eager is the better term for it," Tex said with a sigh, "Doesn't matter where he is though. We'll just head in without him- have a talk with his "boss" while we're at it," She said with an audible frown.
"Alert, vehicle approaching," Delta informed, looking out into the desert as the agents turned to follow his gaze.
"Regi?" York asked cautiously.
The mercenary hummed as he pulled up his sniper, peering through the scope to see who the new arrival was before chuckling, "No worries, Mates, it's Omega," He assured.
"Never thought I'd hear that line before," Tex muttered.
"Hmm and it looks like he brought some extra fire power," Wyoming mused in interest as the Warthog drove up to them, skidding to a stop and spinning around just ten feet from them. Instead of a turret on the back, the back of the jeep was covered by a tarp.
"AM I LATE!?" Omega yelled as he jumped out of the seat, running right up to a slightly bewildered Tex, "TEX! For the love of all that is evil in this universe, TELL ME I'M NOT TOO LATE!" He begged, grasping onto her shoulders.
"Please don't kill me," Doc whimpered weakly.
"Um, no, you're not. Delta says there are still over a thousand active creatures in there," Tex answered slowly. For once in a long time, the AI was actually surprising her.
"Over ten thousand," Delta corrected automatically.
"YES! OH PRAISE THE ALPHA!" Omega cheered as he went back to his jeep.
"They still go on about that, eh?" York commented offhandedly.
"Occasionally, yes," Wyoming admitted.
"Since we have such an extensive number of vict-...eh, enemies, I decided to bring out some big guns!" Omega said ripping the tarp off his jeep.
"...Holy shit," York commented in shock.
"I would have appreciated knowing about or borrowing some of this equipment, Omega," Wyoming said dryly.
"Oh shut up you fool," Omega said dismissively as he picked up an electronic arm band, "Tex, attach this to your suit- it won't make you as strong as we used to be, but it should make ripping arm sockets out easy," Omega informed.
"...Okay, you have officially gotten a temporary pass of safety on me killing you," Tex commented in surprise.
"Yes, well, giving you anything else would just be overkill," Omega said with a chuckle as he held up several magazines to Wyoming, "New sniper rounds- they explode," He informed gleefully.
"...When you say explode...?" Wyoming asked curiously.
"You and that petulant she-tank of theirs could have a firing contest," Omega informed with a smirk.
"Jolly Good Hunting!" Wyoming cheered, a bit enthusiastic now. Sure, he was more for the clean and silent kills, but a little total annihilation was nice too on occasion.
"York, you came as a surprise so I had to improvise a bit," Omega said dryly, picking up a rather large machine gun, "Taking your bad eye into account, I thought it be best to give you something that doesn't need a lot of accuracy. If the first thousand miss, just try the next five thousand," He recommended, a bit tauntingly.
"Thanks a lot," York said sarcastically.
"I also brought some gifts for the Reds and Blues," Omega said as he held up a sniper rifle with an orange color scheme that glowed at certain parts. Parts that looked almost like engine pistons."
"...Omega, are you flirting with my boyfriend?" Tex asked, not sure whether she should be amused or disturbed.
"Hardly," Omega said as he put the gun on his back, motioning to the two remaining weapons, "My rocket launcher is the same, with a few minor improvements," He informed.
"And you're giving the Reds a Missile Pod?" Tex asked with a quirked eyebrow, "Damn, who knew an AI hell bent on universal destruction could be so generous with his weapons stash."
"Tex, Tex, Tex. If I am going to participate in a massacre, I want to make it as bloody and terror inducing as possible. If that means equipping my current allies to the teeth, then so be it. I will settle for nothing less than Hell on Earth!" Omega declared proudly.
"We are not on Earth, Omega," Delta informed.
"Oh shut it, you're ruining my mood, you neon bar sign of a buffoon!"
End of Chapter
There we go, we're almost to the close of this battle. I imagine the army's spirit will be broken next chapter, sending them running home. Not much else to say. Junior is,obviously on the way and Omega brought some toys. And yes, he WOULD have given all of the Blood Gultcher weaponry, but he was in a hurry and only had one jeep.
Fans seem to be torn between Rory/Omega and Rory/Sarge. Her interactions with them are going to be fun, I'll admit. And Simmons/Tuka seems to be a common one so far.
Again, voting doesn't effect the story, I just to hearing peoples thoughts on this fic andwhere it could go.
Until next time!