*RvB Theme/Whirring*
*Electronic Sounds*
Caboose: It's you!
Delta: Hello, Caboose. It seems fitting to say that it is good to see you again.
Although, technically, that is untrue.
Caboose: Delta! I thought you were gone!
I thought you were erased in the, uh... electronic thing whose name some people have trouble remembering.
Delta: Actually, this is not Delta. We simply felt that you would be most comfortable speaking to Delta.
Caboose: We?
Delta: Yes. Epsilon strongly remembers all the other AI fragments.
When Alpha went insane, Epsilon carried the burden of those memories.
We can appear as anyone - in this case, Delta.
Who, from your stories, was a trusted source of information for you.
Therefore, we felt it best that we take his likeness for this conversation.
Caboose: Oh. That makes sense.
Delta: Yes. We felt you would say that.
Caboose: So... You can appear as anyone?
Delta: Theoretically, yes - anyone in our memory banks.
Caboose: What about a chair?
Delta: If you felt that was fitting. The holographic technology in this room allows us to project ourselves in any manner.
It is surprisingly advanced.
Caboose: How about a giraffe?
Delta: Look, let's just say that we can look like many different things, and just leave it at that, okay?
Caboose: Okay.
Delta: We regret that we will not be able to appear to you or communicate with you outside of this room.
So you must listen carefully.
...Caboose? Do you understand?
Caboose: I am listening carefully.
Delta: Alright. It can be hard to tell. Caboose, we need you to find a way to help us.
Washington said, when Epsilon was recovered, that our memories could be used to punish the people who tortured Alpha.
Caboose: Okay.
Delta: Washington will not trust us, and our new recent attempts to build a new body are not working.
Caboose: We had a fire!
Delta: We remember.
Your friend from Red Team described a location nearby with a strange energy source.
Caboose: Oh, that's where Tucker is.
Delta: We don't have many memories of him.
Caboose: Yeah, I never really liked him, so...
...I leave him out of most of the stories.
Delta: The Freelance Project found a source of intense energy, so a scenario team was sent to investigate the area.
But they left without doing anything.
Caboose: They sound dumb.
Delta: Indeed. This place sounds like the location of the energy source.
You should go there and investigate.
We can explain more when the opportunity arises.
Caboose: Okay, I can help you do that.
Even if it helps Tucker, too...
Delta: Thank you, Caboose. We have to go now - someone is coming.
Remember: memory is the key.
Caboose: What?
I thought we were done with that part!
Sarge: Aha! Somebody is down here!
Simmons: See? I told you it wasn't me who moved your favorite crate!
Sarge: Alright, Simmons, I said I believed you! Now just drop it, already!
Simmons: (muttering) Don't know why you like that stupid thing so much, anyway...
Sarge: Hey, Blue! What do you think you're doing down here?
You better not have messed up any of my stuff!
Grif: Messed up what? Everything down here is fake!
Sarge: Yeah? Well who knows how he could've sabotaged the system!
Better run a diagnostic.
Simmons: Yeah, if he sabotaged anything, I'm sure he just ended up fixing it.
Sarge: What do you think you're doing down here, Blue?
Caboose: Nothing. I was just, um... I was just looking around.
I need to leave, anyways.
I have to pack.
Grif: See? Problem averted. Back to -
Wait. You're LEAVING leaving?
Caboose: Uhh, I need to find my friend, Tucker.
Donut: The guy in the desert? Awesome!
Grif: But then there won't be any more Blues here! Which means they'll probably send -
Caboose: Actually, I'm gonna go find Tucker, bring him back...
Then there wiLL BE TWO BLUES.
PLENTY FOR YOU TO FIGHT.
Grif: (muttering) Why don't I have confidence in this mission...?
Caboose: Yeah, it sounds super dangerous, but I'm sure I can manage.
I've done dangerous stuff before, and I've always come out... fine, both physically AND...
Grif: ...Caboose?
Caboose: ...mentally!
Grif: Yeah, this is not gonna work...
Grif: Hey, Sarge? Permission to go on the Blue's stupid mission?
Sarge: What?
Simmons: What?!
Grif: Don't you see? If he dies on his mission -
and let's be honest -
when he dies on his mission, that means they won't be back in Command's records, yet!
Sarge: Well that's not good.
Grif: But if I help him pull this off, then Command might notice them, and put 'em back in.
Sarge: Excellent point, Grif!
Simmons: No. It isn't.
Sarge: Permission granted.
Grif: Um... You've never... actually said that to me before.
That means yes, right?
Sarge: Yes!
Grif: Okay. Just checking.
Sarge: And I'm coming with you!
Grif: What?!
Simmons: Whaaat?!
Sarge: Simmons, how about you? You in?
Simmons: I think I'll stay at the base, and provide logistical support, sir.
Sarge: Sounds good. Let's get a move on!
We'll either restore the Blues, or we'll fail, and I'll get to watch you die!
It's a no-lose!
Sounds perfect!
Grif: Wait, you mean Simmons gets to hang out at the base while I go out on a dangerous mission?!
Simmons: Thaaat's right. Enjoy the limelight Private Kiss-ass.
I'll just be hanging out here with Donut until you get back.
*yawns*
I think it's time for a nap.
Donut: O-ho man! This is going to be great!
It'll be like a sleepover! And we can decorate!
How awesome is this gonna be? I'll go get my wallpaper book - Simmons, you be thinking about paint colors.
Simmons & Grif:(in unison) Aw, man. I think I'm regretting this already...
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It'll be just like we're friends!
Not that I... need... friends...
(sad laughter) Please don't go.