*BOOM!*

"These are the idiots who saved the galaxy?" Wally asked.

"I think they might've also saved the universe." Jason added, "What with time travel and all."

"So what? I did it too. It's not that special."

"Huh… Do you ever get the feeling that most of our metahumans are too powerful to be in conventional vs. debates because we're so absurdly powerful that it kinda sucks the fun out of it?"

"Sometimes." Wally admitted, "But at the end of the day, I really think that it's on a bunch of other people who keep trying to find someone that can beat one of ours despite it being clearly shown that our universe's writers hate physics and limitations in general."

"For metas anyways."

"Oh yeah."

"How're the powers working?"

Wally sighed, "Still not up to full. But between the bots we have taking care of the Xenomorph problem, and those idiots getting as much intel as possible, we might be able to figure out what happened to make everything go to hell. No offense."

"Eh, none taken. It's not that horrible of a place. If you don't mind all the screaming."

"Seriously?"

"Eh, the afterlife's kinda a blur. So I really don't know for sure. I do remember a lot of screaming, but that might've been me."

*BOOM!*

"Okay, what are those morons doing that's causing all those explosions?"

"Why are these things chasing us?"

"How should I know?" Church screamed, "Just keep going!"

"What are these thighs anyways?" Tucker asked.

"Who cares? Just hold still so I can get a clean shot!"

"Hey, dumbass! You suck with the sniper!" Grif pointed out, "You'd have better luck having Caboose take care of it!"

"Good point." Church said as he handed the sniper to Caboose, "Caboose… Those guys are our friends. You should help them."

"Okay!" Caboose saluted before shooting all of their arms off, "Uh… Tucker did it."

"I'm driving! How could I- Y'know what?- Sure. I'll take credit for it."

"So… Is nobody going to talk about how Tex's voice modulator is stuck in the 'on' position?" Simmos asked, "No? Nobody? Just me? Okay…"

"Keep shooting at them, Private Simmons!"

"Actually, sir, I'm still a captain."

"Oh yeah?- Well, I'm a Super Colonel! The best kind!"

"Bullshit!" Church shot back, "When did this happen?"

"Oh right. You weren't there for that… Well, you were there, but that's a technicality."

"I'm surprised that Caboose knows what that word means." Church muttered.

"Why?- He's clearly smarter than you." Tex snarked.

"Okay, first thing we do once we get back: We're figuring out how to turn that voice modifier back off. I'm not used to you insulting me with it on."

"Why?- Does it threaten your fragile ego?"

"It probably threatens more than that." Tucker laughed.

"GRIF! Pay attention to the road!"

"Kinda hard with all of these things constantly trying to kill us!"

"Hey guys! What's going on?- What's the deal with all those explosions?" Wally asked as he was jogging alongside the Reds and Blues in their vehicle.

"We don't know! All we do know is that these things won't stop chasing us!"

"They look like they're from some kind of video game. I don't know why though."

"I'll go back and check. Be back in a flash!"

"'Back in a flash'… I really hope that he doesn't say that too often."

"I get the feeling that he says it a lot."

"I'm back." Flash said.

"That was fast."

"Speed's kinda my thing. Anyways, you're kinda right. These are Necromorphs. They've leaked in from the Dead Space universe. You gotta blast off all the limbs. So, good call on setting off that explosion from earlier, that blast probably shot off a lot of limbs."

"Wait… What explosion?"

"That wasn't yours?"

"No." Simmons said, "Should it have been?"

"RAAHHH!"

"Xenomorphs?- Aw, crap. These things must be vying for territory."

"So uh… Quick question: What would happen if a Xenomorph were to get to a Necromprph?" Simmons asked.

"I get the feeling that you're asking because there's one right in front of us." Flash said as he turned his head forward, "Of course. Jason, Bucky?- Do you copy?"

"We copy. And we see your situation. We've got an explosive round at the ready. You got your bomb?"

"Got it right… HERE!" He flung Church, "TAKE THE SHOT!"

"HEY! WHAT THE HELL!"

*BOOM!*

The explosion took out most of the area that they were in before the dust cleared.

"Ugh… Is everyone alright?"

"As much as we can be. What was that?"

"Oh. My bomb must've gone off. Weird how we're all still alive. I coulda sworn that it would've taken out Grif."

"Yeah, real nice, Sarge."

"Wow. Church blew them up good."

"Bow chicka bow wow!"

"Wait… Donut? When did you get here?" Simmons asked.

"What are you talking about?- I've always been here. Along with Lopez… 's head."

"Los odio a todos."

"Yeah, we know that your sacrifice was essential for our escape." Sarge said, "Good thing you're so humble! Otherwise you'd be trying to take credit for all of it!"

"¡Me dejaste por muerto!"

"Good ol' Lopez. Always willing to take one for the team." Simmons said.

"¡Vete a la mierda!"

"You… You do know what he's actually saying, right?"

"Eh."

"Grif me comprende. Él elige no traducir"

"Oof. We could get universal translators if that'll help."

"Nah, it's funnier this way." Grif said, "We can insult them all we want in Spanish and they won't know a damn thing about it. Mi equipo es un montón de idiotas así."

"Well, your call, I guess." Flash shrugged before going back to his comms device, "Bucky! Jason! Any word on locating the hole those guys came out of?"

"Negative. But we were able to reprogram the drones to hunt Necromorphs down too. At this rate, we're going to end up doing more stuff down here than looking for the others."

"Right. See you back at base, Jason."

"We should get Church a new body." Caboose finally said.

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