Long time fan of the show, thought I'd try my hand at some Red vs Blue fanfiction. Been a while since I've done one and I may be a bit rusty, so feedback would be much appreciated. Working title is "Getting By" but I might change it if I think of a better one. Please Enjoy

Planet: Atticus

Desert Airstrip

11:50 am

I was stood in this empty hanger staring out into the sandstorm erupting outside. The sand whipped back and forth in the air; the strong winds rattled the metal sheets that lined the roof and whistled through the gaps in the tattered old hanger. I glared out, in a world of my own, when suddenly there was a loud beep from the radar on my computer that echoed off the walls. I checked the radar, 10 clicks out. There was another beep, a call this time.

"Come in ground force." A shaky voice called out.

"I'm here Eagle-1." I answered

"Yeah, this storm is playing havoc on our visuals, I can't see the LZ. I can't see a damn thing."

"That's the idea."

"What do you mean that's the idea!?" The voice shouted. "You trying to get us killed?"

"Look, no one in their right mind would try land in this, so no one is going to bother monitoring this area, I've got this all sorted out Eagle-1." I fiddle with the computer for a moment, "here I am sending out detailed coordinates for the airfield, it'll help you line up. I will light up the strip in a minute for landing, just don't be late."

"Roger. Is the LZ clear?"

"What do I look like, an amateur?" I scoffed. "Airstrip is secured and transport has been arranged."

"Right, we'll be landing in ETA 5 minutes. Over and out." The transmission ended and went to static.

I went about turning the guiding lights on, the yellow beacons lit up one by one, light dominos. I stepped out of the hangar to watch them come in to land. The sand blew up against my helmet visor but nothing worse than that. A few minutes later I could hear the roaring of engines and bright lights pushing their way through the sandy clouds, like a car driving through a fog. The pelican descended from the storm onto the runway with a relatively effortless landing, aside from an initial bump when it first touched down. It came to a halt and after a few more moments the cargo bay doors dropped down. I strolled towards it to greet them. As I approached a man came wondering out in green poncho with its hood up and goggles, though he still kept his hand towards his face to shield his eyes for some reason. As he emerged he turned in my direction and jumped at first sight of me, I presume he wasn't expecting there to be a shadowy figure in black and red armour standing by him.

"Hi." I said with a small wave. "You Kevin?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry." He responded with a laugh of relief and a hint of embarrassment. "You must be…"

"Nevada." I finished his point. "Follow me; I'll take you to your transport." As we walked off I began to crack and drop glow sticks, "Have your men follow this trail when they're transferring the cargo." Then we reached the end of strip and reached 4 lorry trucks lined up. "Coordinates are programmed into the GPS. Maps and forged documents are in the glove boxes."

"You really are thorough aren't you?"

"We pride ourselves on our service delivery." I answer as we head towards the hangar. I come to the computer and open up the wire transfer program. "Now if you could just enter the code your boss gave you for the payment transfer."

"Sure." Kevin replied as he typed in the data and waited for transfer to finish. "Now your accent, what colony are you from?"

"I'm not from the colonies." I said with a chuckle, "I'm an earth boy."

"Really? Where on earth? Southern hemisphere I bet."

"New Zealand." Then there was ping, indicating the wire transfer had been successful. "Great, now let's get you finished up."

We headed back to the pelican where the men were shifting their crates along the illuminated path. I headed into the cockpit to give the pilot his false documents, saying he had been transporting medical supplies. Another half an hour went by and everything was loaded up and I walked Kevin to his truck to see him off.

"I hope you were satisfied and consider hiring us for illegal activities in the future. And don't forget to recommend us to your friends and associates." I spoke as we approached the truck. Kevin reached for the door but stopped and turned to me.

"Why can't there be more guys like you in this business. I'll make sure Mr Bao hires you guys again." He smiles, got in and then drove into the sandy distance. I waited for the pelican to take off before shutting the runway lights off and packing my computer

Job Done.

I walked around the back of the hangar and pulled the desert tarp off my Jeep; I packed up, got in and took off my helmet. I popped on some music began to drive away. After a while I got clear of the storm and was met by the moon-like landscape. Just as I continued my journey I got a call and put it on speakerphone, it was Delaware.

"Hey Nevada. How was the airstrip operation?"

"Hi Delaware, yeah it went fine, on my way out now. How did your job go?"

"I'll tell you later."

"That good huh? I'll see you in a few days at headquarters."

There you go, what did you think? Please review if you can. Will try get another chapter up soon. Thank you