Director: At ease, Carolina.
You've performed well recently.
Carolina: I can do better. Just give me another chance.
I promise you won't need to call in Te-
Director: We don't always get what we want out of life.
However, in this instance, I am prepared to oblige your request.
Carolina: Thank you, sir. Ready for mission briefing.
Director: You will lead a team of inexperienced soldiers in a game of...
Carolina: A game? Are you kidding?
Director: This isn't about the game!
It's about those you'll be working with.
In war, one is not always so fortunate as to choose their allies.
It will also act as a field test for several pieces of prototype technology.
Carolina: With all due respect, I doubt I'll ever be fighting war alongside Red and Blue idiots, sir.
Director: That is your final interruption!
You will command your team against another agent's soldiers. The game, if you're curious..
...is my personal favorite.
Capture the Flag.
Carolina: Who's the other agent?
Pilot: I'm counting on you Carolina.
Carolina: Is that so?
479er: Oh, hell yeah. It's good action on this fight.
Even Good Guy Wash put a bet down.
What's my over-under?
479er: 4 - 1.
Carolina: Not too shabby.
479er: Ah.
No, that's four to one against. No offense.
That woman is a killing machine!
You remember what she did to York, Wyoming and Maine. Don't worry though. I got your back.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
What can I say? Always a sucker for Blue Team.
You what!?
Temple: We dug a hole in the ground and then we put the flag in it.
And then we covered the hole. That last part was my idea.
Carolina: What possessed you to do something so stupid?
Buckey: What's the big deal? We done good.
We need both flags to win the game, you moron!
Where is it? Where did you bury it?
Oh, We have no idea.
What?!
That's why we made a map?
Where's the map?
Oh, we have no idea.
You lost the map....
It's more like we just forgot where we put the map.
Loco: It's okay. I made a new flag. This one's even better!
I like to make things.
Hey, speaking of forgetting, I don't remember ever calling command for a Freelancer.
Stow it. We're going loud in 5...
What do you think she means by loud?
Well done or medium?
Stop yelling!
And it's not a steak, you moron. It's a maneuver.
Carolina: You two... Bucky: My name is...
I don't fucking care! Tweedledee and Tweedledum, lay down suppressive fire.
I can't. I left the matches back at base.
Temple: Jeez careful, you're gonna hit someone.
Carolina: Shut up! You! Over there! Are you with us or them?
Doc: Sorry, ma'am. I'm neither Red nor Blue. I'm simply observing and administering first aid should the need -
Temple: Incoming!!!!!
What is it?
It kinda looks like a puma to me?
Ow! Hey!
Let's try one syllable orders this time...
Charge!!!!!
Retreat!!! Oh, forget 'em!!!
Biff: Oh no, fuck this!
Well, if it isn't the great state herself. I was wondering where you were hiding.
Hand over the flag and I promise I'll try not to do any permanent damage.
Tex (Male Voice Box): Shut up and fight!
Nice voice box Optimus. You get that in a crackerjack box?
Biff: Holy mother of awesome, look at them. (Bucky) Yo, Reds are we still fighting or...... holy shit?
Surge: Alright men, new plan! Let those two pummel each other to death.
Temple: The only thing that would make this better is some music.
Biff: Oh, I got it.
I just upgraded the basic sound system. Okay Shelly, play 'action mix'.
*Action Mix*
Buckey: Too slow. Okay Shelly, play something faster!
*Faster Action Mix*
Biff: Yeah, yeah, personally not my taste. (Loco) I think it's neat!
Surge: Let's try something old-school. Okay Shelly, play some Springsteen!
*Some Springsteen*
Carolina: Will you assholes knock it off!?
Loco: Okay Shelly, shuffle!!!
*Harry Potter Audio Book*
Carolina: End of the line.
Biff: Alright, this is it. You ready?
Temple: I-I don't know if this is such a good idea, man.
Biff: Come on Mark, this is great.
We'll get those Freelancer chicks to notice, they'll put it in the report. It's the only way.
Temple: Dude, are you sure? I'm a terrible shot!
Biff: Come on dude, hurry!
I can't do it. Look, you're just gonna have to sort out your tour like the rest of us.
Biff: Mark, you know how I said I saw Georgina when I was on shore leave?
Temple: Yeah. (Biff) Well she's expecting, man!
Temple: Expecting what? (Biff) Biff Jr. (Temple) Aw, are you serious?
Biff: Yeah dude, that's why I need to get out. Gonna be a father and maybe a husband if things go that way -
Temple: Jesus, stop it!!
Carolina: Get off my flag, bitch!
Tex: You want it so bad? You can have it.
Temple: No! Medic!
Temple: Somebody help me!!!!
Carolina: This isn't about you.
Tex: Game over.
*Parallels the first episode, huh?*
Temple: Hold on buddy. They'll send help.
Biff: .....Going .....home .....
Counselor: Red Team wins.
I am concerned, however.
Director: Her aggression: make a note of it.
Counselor: It's already done.
Director: Good. Send in the retrieval team and then pull the files on those simulation troopers. (Counselor) Sir? (Director) Before today....
(Director) ...they were the only team still locked in total stalemate. I want their team compositions
noted should we need to recreate a similar scenario.
Counselor: Understood, sir.
Present Temple: The time has come to kill the masters.
The Freelancers to start. But that's not where this story ends...
Jax: Pretty good story, Temple.
Now tell me, how would you feel about some constructive feedback?
Dylan: Jax, shut up!!
Jax: I mean, I'm just gonna be honest with you.
This whole "pregnant girlfriend, about to retire" thing is about as cliche as it gets.
I mean, what if instead? He's your twin -
*Jax attempts Wilhelm scream*
Temple: Years later....
The orders stopped coming and we left our gulch looking for answers.
We found them in an abandoned Freelancer outpost.
We discovered records showing that the very military we had enlisted in sold us like slaves to Project Freelancer.
We were pawns in their game.
But the thing that I love about chess is that sometimes.....
Pawns kill kings.......