Blood Gulch Sucks. >> Red vs. Blue

[Sam I Am]

Washington's eyes snapped over to Tucker then back to Sarge and the groaned inwardly "Oh god not this again"

Doc went to Donut "Hey are we leaving now?"

[LadyGalleth]

Donut

"Yeah..." I smile bac at him. "Caboosie, you know just what to say." I lean in to kiss him when Doc comes up, making me smile. "Oh heeeeyy, Doc!" I beam up at him. "Oh yeah. We're leaving, Sarge is flying us home right now. As we speak."

[Sam I Am]

"Oh good I was hoping we would its cold out here" he wrinkled his nose

[mandalorian]

Tucker ignored the freelancers upset choice of words. "Can you get us home any faster? Dude, you're driving as slow as a turtle. THERE ARE NO SPEED LIMITS IN SPACE. Maybe Tex should drive."

[LadyGalleth]

(( No speed limits in space! X3 ))

Church

I'm knocked out of my daydreaming/intense thinking when Tuck begins screaming. "Dude," I complain. "Keep it down. Still have these headaches," I whine, shaking my head. "And I wouldn't mess with Sarge if I were you!" I growl at him. "His best friend is a shot gun."

"HEY!"

"No offense Simmons!" Go back to making-out with Grif. I smirk.

[Sam I Am]

Sarge turns around in the chair taking his hands of the controls "Listen here walking Blueberry you better shut your trap before I I shut it for you" he growled grabbing his shotgun

[LadyGalleth]

(( And that, ladies and gentleman, is why you never mess with Sarge. X3 ))

Simmons

I glance back at Donut and Grif when Sarge begins shouting at Tucker, trying to conceal my laugh. Guess he just told you. Seriously, though...I'm bored. I then lay my head over on the gun again before yawning. And a bit tired. But a soldier never sleeps on the job. Unless you're Grif. Then sleeping is your job.

[mandalorian]

Tucker stuck out his tongue. "Make me, strawberry!" He snapped. "Wait! DON'T LET GO OF THE CONTROLS YOURE GONNA KILL US!" He yelled, then looked at Church. "Oh.. Uh, sorry."

[Sam I Am]

"That's it you better hope I show mercy" he said ignoring Tucker and stood up

[LadyGalleth]

Church

"Hey," I shrug. "You can go around picking fights with sergeants all you want, bud, and as along as you don't drag me into this, we're cool." I begin with a nod, looking back over at Tex and everyone. Yeah...Simmons has a great idea. Take a nap on a gun. And in the meantime, blow your head off in the process. Sleeping does sound good, though. We've all had a long day. Letting go of Tex's hand slowly, I slide down the wall and prop my head up against it, closing my eyes.

Simmons

"SIR!" I screech as I jump over to his seat, grabbing at the controls. "Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but now is not the time for fighting! Please get back and steer the ship." I stare down at all the controls. Oh no...Uh...crap. I don't know what I'm doing! Up is down and down is up is all I know! I look around. Grif! "Grif, get over here and help me! You can fly, right?"