This is officially my first story on Fanfiction. Yay!

Anyway, I haven't really written anything that I've tried relatively hard on in a while. This is probably the most recent and is being taken from Archive Of Our Own, a website still in beta. This is, in fact, my story. I wrote this and if you want to go on Archive Of Our Own just to search this up and ask me there, go ahead.

Comments and constructive criticism are appreciated. Any legitimate questions that you may have, I will try to answer to the best of my ability.

Its a little boring at first, but it'll get a little bit more exciting. At least, I hope. This story will follow the storyline of Red vs Blue, the Blood Gulch Chronicles onward.

I hope you enjoy. If people start to like it, I'll try to work on it as much as possible. I warn you though, I am in school and am pretty busy. I will try to update every week.

Oh, and there will probably be little hints and nudges at Boy on Boy stuff between Grif and Simmons. And possibly later, Wash and Tucker. Maybe even Donut and Sarge. (Don't ask why I ship the crap out of it. Bewilders me as well.)((SargeisDonut'ssugardaddy.)) Ahem... MOVING ON. If you are uncomfortable with that, I suggest leaving. (It's not going to be full on humping each other things. Its just probably going to be implied unless people are just like "Hey, put some BxB action in there~" But then I will put a warning at the top of the chapter.)

I might change the rating to M, depending on whether people want smut or something like it. I, like with boy on boy things, will put a warning at the top of the chapter if it does have things like it in it.

Also, before everyone starts telling me that I spelled kid wrong, read the freaking chapter before I am officially done with the internet.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Red vs Blue. It belongs to Rooster Teeth and I had no part in the making of the show.


Tension.

That was what filled the soldier's entire being, from her thoughts to her muscles. Her posture was a little too rigid, shoulders squared and knee bobbing up and down. Armored hands clenched the metal of her assault rifle tight enough that she removed her finger from the trigger so she didn't shoot.

Surely, putting safety lock on would be easier, but she hadn't thought about it. Beneath her helmet, the corners of her lips were drawn down in a worried frown and her purple eyes were steely, yet hesitant.

Her thoughts were jumbled, uncoordinated, and hazy. Not a thought could stay in her mind for long before it was replaced with another. Most contained the same point, the cause of her tension.

She was headed to war, something she had signed up for, yet instead of being calm about it, her heart was beating faster then that of a hummingbird's wings. What put her in such an uncomfortable state was a simple fact to add to the heavy thoughts. Something, simply put, could get her killed easily. She wasn't fully trained. Still a cadet, a trainee, and, as put by some others, a joke.

The sound of machines working together around her gave her a strange amount of comfort. Though it didn't help her relax, it made her curious as to how the pelican worked and she wondered if they would ever let her take it apart. She shook the thought away with a disgruntled sigh, knowing full well that after what had happened not a week ago, they wouldn't let her anywhere near anything important.

Her curiosity raged on, distracting her from previous thoughts of what was to come. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in admiration at the thought of what pushed the pelican on, what mechanisms made up the entirety of the ship, and what she would have to do to be able to see how these things worked.

"Oi, Cadet." Johnson's, her drill sergeant, voice interrupted the other's thoughts once again, adding to her anxiety as soon as she heard it. She turned her head in his direction, unable to do so with her body since she was strapped down to her seat. "We're almost there. Get ready to leave when we land." He drawled, obviously bored with the endeavor and seemingly irritated.

The girl wasn't surprised since he had been making drop offs all day. He was probably ready to sleep.

"I better be getting paid extra for this..." He mumbled, not expecting the girl to overhear but she heard him loud and clear. That deflated her a bit, making her feel defeated before she even arrived.

She stayed in her seat for a few seconds, waiting for them to land. After a few unbearably awkward moments, she finally heard the words that she had been anticipating for nearly all day.

"We're here." The pilot called, poking at buttons and flipping switches to get ready to land. Johnson took a look over his shoulder, his own armor obscuring the girl's vision of his face. Hell, she may not like the man, but she was going to miss him.

"Get ready to land." He grunts and she could hear the smirk in his voice. He was probably wondering how long she would last. She was surprised him and the pilot weren't already making bets about the entire group of cadets.

Not long after that, she could feel the tilt of the pelican as it descended and she felt the butterflies and anxiety balling up in her stomach. The steep incline wasn't really helping her stomach as it practically did flips, an unpleasant feeling she remembered getting when her friends would force her onto roller coasters.

When they finally landed, she took a few seconds to gain back the almost nonexistent strains of confidence she held. This could either be extremely difficult or extremely easy. She was opting for the latter, but who knew?

"Kidd? We've landed. Get up." Johnson's voice rang in her ears, sending a burst of annoyance through her. She could understand that being in the army left people with little time to spare, but he was just being a grade A asshole. Well, in her opinion. Knowing she shouldn't talk back to him since she would probably only get a snappy remark and get yelled at, she didn't voice her thoughts.

"Yes, sir." She murmurs, barely audible to the other as she pushed the cage like contraption away from her body. She stood up with a stretch and collected her things. She didn't bring much, most of it getting burnt to a crisp in a not so conventional fire caused by the girl herself.

The only things she brought with her were a duffle bag filled with three extra pairs of clothes other than the mesh cloth she wore under her standard issue armor, her Assault Rifle and Sniper Rifle, some knives she wasn't sure if she would need but brought them anyway, and a few mementos from home. Nothing really big. Most of it fit in her bag, with the exception of the weapons.

Her sniper was strapped to her back, waiting to be of use, while her knives were in different parts of her dark blue and green accented armor. Her handgun was in a holster on her hip. As said, her assault rifle was clenched tightly in her hands, well, hand. Her right, to be exact whilst her left held her duffle bag tighter than needed.

She stood at the back of the ship, waiting for the pilot behind her to lower the metaphorical bridge to her new way of life she would deal with for who knows how long. At the quiet click and the hiss as air left the plane, she knew the door was opening. Her breath hitched quietly at the large amount of sunlight that sank into the cracks that slowly opened.

She put her Assault rifle with her sniper, letting her free hand hang by her side. Near her hand gun, in case a red decided to try and attack her. Had it not been for the visor of her helmet protecting her from bright streams of sunlight, she was sure she would have been blinded from the brilliant sun that spread through the area, scaring away the darkness that once filled it.

She instinctively rose an arm to protect her eyes from the gleam, but soon remembered the perks of her helmet. She shook her head, taking a quick breath to calm herself. She tried to ignore the sounds of the pilot complaining that she was 'taking too damn long' and moved to leave once the door was finally open.

Her head turned at the last minute. "Permission to speak sir?" She grunts and he nodded, letting her know she could speak. The pilot himself looked over his shoulder to see what was taking so long. "Thank you for working with us. I look forward to seeing you when we finish our training." She says, turning to give a salute that he seemed a bit surprised to see. The other cadets just got up and left.

He seemed to debate on something, but his shoulders slumped and he gave a defeated sigh. He rose a hand, waving dismissively at the girl. "Just get out of here, maggot." He grunts and she flashes her teeth in an invisible grin.

She had never seen her drill sergeant so deflated and weary. It was an amusing sight. Though she wasn't particularly close with the man, (Hell, who ever was close with their drill sergeant?) she respected him as much, if not more than she should. She hoped he had a better opinion of her now, but that was unlikely.

She stepped off the pelican, turning around and stepping back a few meters. She saluted once again, remaining in that stance until the door closed. Wind whipped at her armor clad body as the pelican lifted off the ground and took off. She let her hand drop once it lifted, eyes watching it as it flew away. She felt guilty, beginning to imagine how her fellow cadets were beginning to adapt to their new environments.

She froze as she felt something press into the middle of her back and silently prayed it wasn't what she thought it was. "Hands up, you dirty blue!" A Southern accented voice spilled from behind her and she soon realized that it was a red from the way he seemed to spit out the word "blue" like it was something that disgusted him and, not to mention, he added "dirty" to it.

She almost gave a sigh. Not even five minutes she had been there and she was already in trouble with the opposite team. She dropped her bag, the small sound that it gave making the man behind her tense more as if she was going to pull something. She slowly rose her hands up and laced her fingers behind her head, not wanting him to think she was going to do anything.

She was trained for this, having been pushed through so many simulations and courses that it made her body ache from just thinking about how much this was beat into her. They weren't the most pleasant memories in her arsenal, but they were what was supposed to make her a hardened soldier.

From the squabbling she heard a few feet behind her, there were three with her at that moment, including the man that was currently holding the gun to her back. She tried to stay calm, but she had to admit that her hands were shaking and her knees locked beneath her. Simulations and tests were one thing, but the real thing was simply terrifying.

The what she assumed was a gun pushed into her back a bit more and she stumbled slightly. "I asked you a question, dirt bag." The old sounding voice sounded again and the girl noticed she had spaced out for a second. "What're you doing this close to our base?" He questions, apparently for the second time, cocking the what she now thought was a shotgun and making the girl in front of him increasingly nervous. Getting shot this soon in this war wasn't on the top of her list of ways to die.

"I-I just arrived." She finally spoke up and the shotgun was pressed harder against the armor on her back. Her heart was pounding in her ears and she tried not to sound too timid, but she knew that the way she was standing, it didn't seem to be working. "I was suppo-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the gruff voice she kept hearing. "Wait, you're a girl?" He questions in shock, his accent making the "you're" sound more like "yer." She could feel the weight of the gun. He then proceeded to mumble something about never hitting a girl, barely audible even at that proximity so she wasn't sure if she heard correctly.

Hoping she did, she took his moment of distraction to swing around, albeit mechanically and sloppily, and send a hand at the side of the shotgun. That sent the gun in a different direction as it fired, soon leaving his hand as well. From the loud curse, the stray blast must have hit one of the other soldiers.

"Son of a bitch! How does he end up hitting me?!" Someone complained from the ground. She caught the sight of what she thought was yellow armor but she couldn't quite see from the corner of her eyes. She then took the next few seconds to yank the red armored male toward her in an attempt to use him as a bullet shield. He struggled quite a bit and she soon realized he was a lot stronger than her. This wasn't going to be very good.

"Sarge! Are you okay?!" The maroon soldier shouted in panic, hands timidly clutching at his gun as if it was supposed to give him security instead of shoot bullets. She realized that the yellow soldier was actually orange as he stumbled up to his feet with no help from his maroon companion.

"Hey! Worry about the guy who just got shot!" The orange shouted in annoyance, the only thing worth mentioning that was damaged being a few dents in his armor. The fragments of the shotgun bullet hadn't done much but stun him and probably give him bruises where they came in contact with the mesh that was exposed from beneath his suit.

"Shut up asshole. Our CO is captured!" The maroon shouted back, sounding a bit timid and nervous from the way his voice cracked, mimicking the feelings that coursed through the girl's body at the same moment.

Sadly having not had the strength to hold the much taller male's arms behind his back, his arms were wrenched free from her grip and he stumbled forward, somehow grabbing the discarded shotgun and turning back to aim it at the girl again. "Shut it dirt bag. Simmons, you're slacking. You didn't follow the plan! You're supposed to shoot Grif." 'Sarge' said, stepping back a bit as to not get caught in the same situation again.

"Sorry sir." The maroon soldier spoke up who the cadet figured was Simmons, since he shot at the orange one, who fell to the ground again with a bullet embedded into the armor on his thigh. The orange one, Grif she thought, cursed once again. The only difference from earlier was that it wasn't a single curse word, but a string of profanity that left his mouth.

"That's better!" Sarge said in approval, letting out a small chuckle at the sounds of Grif's pain and annoyance. He turns his attention back to the girl, his tense posture showing he was annoyed at her for being able to hold him for even a second. She figured that his ego had been taken down a notch, which may or may not be a good thing.

She was beginning to think this team was really strange. She rose an eyebrow and kept still except for the small shaking that was moving through her body. She was unsure whether it was from adrenaline or if it was from the fear, so she blamed it on both. She rose her hands again, finally deciding to just try and escape when they weren't looking.

Why was she already in trouble after only being here for less than ten minutes? She's never had good luck, but this is worse than usual.

She let her eyes trail over the landscape around her, almost ready to cry tears of relief as she saw some blue soldiers peak out from behind a few rocks. Was that her team? A shimmer flashed behind the reds and the dark blue soldier's eyebrows knit together at the strange sight.

Was she going insane? She searched for it again, but caught nothing like it. Were they going to sneak attack? She slowly inched her hand toward her assault rifle, trying to use their squabbling as a distraction. She had tuned them out quite a while ago, but she was beginning to get a headache just from their constant yelling at each other.

"Hey reds!" She heard someone shout and all of their heads, including her own, snapped toward the source. The man's armor was cobalt and he was peaking over the top of some rocks. "You guys are making too much fucking noise. We're trying to get some damn sleep." He shouts angrily, confusing the hell out of the cadet.

That was it? Hadn't command told them she was coming? And why were they sleeping in the middle of the da- Wait... She glanced at the clock that shown in her helmet and her eyes grew a bit wide when she saw it was midnight. What that fuck was wrong with this planet?!

When shots were fired toward the cobalt soldier, she stumbled backwards in an attempt to not get shot in the crossfire once the blue soldiers began firing back in retaliation, successfully tripping over her bag. Her head effectively hit the ground hard enough that she was disoriented for a few seconds and the fact that the wind was knocked out of her didn't help at all.

She remained on the ground to collect her thoughts and brought a hand up to slide up the back of her helmet. Thankfully, her head wasn't bleeding so, as far as she could tell, she was fine. She pulled her hand out and sat up, having a minimal amount of difficulty due to her legs being sprawled over her bag. She stood slowly, stumbling a bit as a head rush hit her and made her slightly woozy.

"Soldier." She heard someone murmur to her, extremely close. She flipped around and she almost fell again at the movement. "Get in cover and try to take out the turret." The voice hissed, a just barely audible for her to hear. "Think you can do that?" They seemed to question after a second thought. The cadet nodded and She obeyed at once, assuming the disembodied voice was trying to help her... She was seriously going insane.

She somehow made it behind the closest rock, knowing it was the right thing to do when a stray bullet hit the area right where she once was. Her heart was still continuing to beat too fast for her liking, but at least she was alive.

"Yeah, suck it blue!" The maroon soldier shouted from the turret of a warthog that the blue soldier hadn't seen earlier. She glanced to the side at the sound of something hitting the ground and was surprised to see her bag next to her. Who got that...? She didn't see anything and had finally decided that she had gone into a coma when she was hit by the explosion at the academy and this was just some weird dream.

"You haven't even hit us yet, you fucktard!" The aqua soldier, one of the other blues, shouted back angrily as he shot at them before hiding back behind the large rock. This was all going downhill... The cadet frowned slightly and reached for her sniper, figuring she would try to help if at all possible. Once it was in her hands, she slid to the ground and began to load it with ammo, almost dropping everything from the nerves that still persistently attacked her.

She finally got the ammo in the gun and leaned back against the rock, eyes closed. "Here goes nothing." She mutters to herself, taking a deep breath and letting it out. She moved just out from behind the rock, going unnoticed by the reds. She stayed low to the ground and peered through the scope of the sniper, left eye closing as her right focused on Simmons through the scope. Well, his feet... She couldn't bring herself to want to kill him.

Am I even cut out for war? Was the only thought that slipped through her mind at that moment. She brought her finger to the trigger and released her breath. The loud bang that followed signaled to her that she had actually shot the gun making her feel somewhat relieved. Both of her eyes eyes closed tightly at the sound and the recoil that followed.

The only thing that made her feel better about her sniping skills was the whine and shouts that began to echo through the clearing. "Ow! My foot!" Simmons shouted out painfully, the sounds of turret fire ceasing and his words of pain filling the air.

"Yeah! Take that!" The dark blue soldier that was with the rest of the blue team shouts happily, having not really been shooting the entire time. He turned to his teammates after a second, tilting his head. "Did I do that?" He questions curiously, seeming a bit confused even though the cadet was sure he hadn't shot a single bullet.

The soldier finally opened her eyes once again and slid behind the rock to escape the bullets of Grif that were aimed at her. Poorly aimed, but she wasn't sure if all of them would have missed her had she stayed. The next thing she heard was the 'clank' of armor hitting armor, someone hitting the rock she hid behind, and the blue teams' taunts.

"No Caboose." The cobalt soldier said with a sigh, sliding back to let whoever was currently dealing with the reds at the moment to finish what they were doing. "I think that was him." He adds, pointing toward the soldier resting behind a rock near the reds with a sniper in hand.

"Church, that's a girl." The aqua soldier speaks up once he spots who "Church" was pointing toward. He stood up from his crouched position, stretching with a yawn and smirking slightly. He was beginning to wonder what she looked like. "Command was talking about her, remember?" He adds, glancing toward his friend and reloading his gun.

The girl behind the rock grabs her bag, shouldering it and began to process what she was about to do. Her hand clenched the strap of her bag tightly, probably a little too tight. She glanced around the rock and winced at the sight of the reds getting their asses kicked by a soldier in black armor. She wondered who that was. Hopefully they were on her side.

Since they were currently occupied, she decided to join up with her team. She was beginning to get tired. Being the night owl she was, this was surprising. The distance to the rocks they stood at was about fifty meters. If she could make it, she would be home free.

She began to run over as soon as that thought crossed her mind, not giving the Reds the chance to shoot at her.

As she neared them, her breaths remained even and her eyes focused on the moving bodies that she figured was the blue team.

When she finally grew near enough to them, she ducked down in a roll. Her muscles tensed as she came in contact with the rough ground and her eyes shut tightly when she felt the impact of her body against another's, her head slamming into something hard and making a loud 'clang' sound. She rolled a few feet, bringing something heavy with her along the way. Once she finally came to a stop, she let out a groan that was mimicked by someone that had ended up beneath her. She opens her eyes slowly, shaking her head to clear the dizziness.

Her eyes met a dark blue chest plate and she wondered if her own chest plate fell off for a second before she realized that chestplate was made for male military personnel. "Holy shit. I am so sorry." She panics, immediately standing up and stumbling at the head rush that followed.

"Ow..." The dark blue soldier whines slightly, muttering something that she couldn't quite catch. She held a hand out for him to grab, ignoring the surprised looks of the cobalt and aqua soldiers. When he finally grabs her hand, she somehow pulls him up with a large amount of trouble. He was heavy, even with the amount of strength added with the armor. "Is this life?" He questions and the girl smiles slightly at the childish tone in his voice before nodding.

"You aren't dead yet." She laughs, looking around and spotting her bag lying on the ground a foot or so from her. How many times had she dropped it in the past fifteen minutes? The blue soldier seemed happy about that and even let out a "Yay!" When she confirmed he was alive. She spotted the other soldiers and tensed for a second, laughing nervously.

Were they going to be like she had expected? Hopefully not... She was a bit of a pessimist. "Hello..." She starts, turning her eyes to each of them in an attempt to find out who was the commanding officer of the base. "Is the CO present?" She finally asks, tilting her head.

They seemed to snap out of the shock at that and the cobalt soldier nodded his head. "Er. I am." He speaks up, looking a bit awkward. This made the girl raise an eyebrow. He wasn't really what she expected in a CO, but she'd deal with it. Who was she to complain?

A black clad soldier walked up to them, arms crossed over her chest and stopping any further conversation along with any sexual jokes that the aqua soldier wanted to say. "You guys really have to stop getting in so much trouble with them. Especially cause you always come running to me for help." She commented, an obvious insult in her words that made the other girl raise an eyebrow.

She recognized the voice from earlier, from when she was told to hide behind the rocks. The other turned to her and she felt a bit uncomfortable under her scrutinizing gaze. "Aim for the kill next time... Name and rank?" She questions, an expectant tone to her voice. The other took her advice to heart and felt a bit unnerved.

"Bitch." The aqua soldier muttered to which the cobalt one nodded. The dark blue one seemed a bit confused, but nevertheless agreed.

The younger girl immediately saluted, straightening up under her posture. "Cadet Eliza Kidd, ma'am. Bomb technician and mechanic." She answers, receiving a nod from the other. She felt the need to run a hand through her hair, a nervous habit she had yet to break. She stayed still until the other finally gave her the okay to relax.

"Wait, Command sent us a cadet? What the fuck were they thinking?" The cobalt man questioned and Eliza wasn't sure if he was concerned for her safety or just didn't want an under trained person on his team. That annoyed her slightly.

She could handle herself in a battle situation. Once she got over the nerves, she'd be fine... Probably... Hopefully. The black soldier seemed pretty angry about something. Had Eliza done something wrong to make her like that? She certainly hoped not.

"Uh... Well, I was performing an experiment with a few friends and... There was an explosion and fire and it was completely accidental, but they sent us all out because they needed to find a place to finish our training." Eliza explains, rubbing the back of her neck and giving a nervous smile they couldn't see through the visor attached to her helmet.

"Whoa whoa whoa, wait a second. You blew up the training area?!" Cobalt questioned in shock, stepping back a few feet. Eliza frowned at that, not wanting him to think she was going to blow anything up.

"Yes?" Eliza answers his question, eyes a little wide and she sounded a bit unsure of herself. "I-It wasn't entirely my fault. One of the other guys messed up the part of the bomb he was assigned to make." She says in panic, trying not to have them be weary of her.

She eyes floated to each of them, wondering what she should call them. She didn't want to refer to them as "the cobalt one" and the "aqua one." "Could you all tell me your names? I wasn't really informed about you all." She asks as politely as she could, not wanting to push anyone's buttons.

"I'm Church." The cobalt soldier answered, an annoyed tone to his voice. She wasn't sure if it was because of Command or if he was just angry about her existence. He gestured to the fuming female whose glare Eliza could feel burrowing into her. "That's Tex." He adds, his tone lightening up a bit when he said her name. Eliza found it kind of sweet. Were they dating?

"Tucker. I could show you your way around my gun. Bow chicka bow wow." The aqua one says, a grin imminent in his tone and Eliza felt her face heat up slightly at what he was implying. She had only known him for less than five seconds. Where had that come from? Tex punched him in the stomach and Tucker curled in on himself, a groan leaving him. He muttered "bitch," showing his distaste for the girl.

"My name's Caboose." The dark blue soldier introduces himself happily, letting Eliza know there was someone she didn't really need to be worried about hating her. He seemed nice enough. Caboose moved uncomfortably close to Eliza, leaning his head closer and cupping around where his mouth should be as if he was going to tell her a secret. "Are you a mean girl or a regular girl?" He questions in a poor attempt of a whisper.

Eliza's eyebrows shot up at that, burying themselves beneath her bangs.

What did that mean? She thought about it for a second, wondering herself. "R-Regular?" She finally answers, not completely sure herself and a bit confused at the random question he had asked. Eliza could be mean sometimes, everyone could be, especially if you were a girl and it was your time of the month.

"Caboose, what did I tell you?" Church speaks up, sighing as if he was dealing with a four year old. Eliza glanced at him, blinking at his question. This was all a bit overwhelming. Especially with how random everyone was... Eliza took a quick look toward Tex, who still seemed to be mad and Eliza could hear muttering from her. What was she angry about?

"There are no regular girls." Caboose recited, his tone almost robotic and Church nodded.

Eliza ignored the insult toward the entire female gender, knowing most men thought that. There weren't really regular girls anywhere. Everyone was different and everyone could be mean. Though, some more than others. "Er, shouldn't we be getting to base?" Eliza finally asked, not really wanting to be so out in the open as she interrupted the conversation, but they ignored her, continuing on.

"There you go buddy."

Tucker was next to her in a millisecond, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to his side. He was way too close for Eliza's liking. "I'll show you around and direct you the best place in the base. My bed." He answered with a seductive tone to his voice. Eliza maneuvered away from him and took a deep breath.

"I'd appreciate if you wouldn't touch me." She murmurs politely through clenched teeth. In reality, her annoyance level was rising and she suddenly felt the urge to punch his teeth in. Eliza kept her hands clenched tightly at her sides, silently trying not to burst.

"Why the hell did they send another fucking girl?" Tex spoke angrily and Eliza could tell that she was staring holes into her very being even though she couldn't see Tex's eyes. Eliza wrapped her arms around herself, wanting to be smaller at that moment. Tex kept her eyes on Eliza and Eliza shifted uncomfortably.

Church, Caboose, and Tucker stopped their conversations and turned to look at Tex. Somehow, Eliza knew they were about as confused as she was, if not more so.

"What...?" Eliza questioned finally, breaking the growing silence that filled the air. She saw Tex take long strides toward her and felt an insanely large amount of panic as the black soldier's hand was placed on her arm. Her grip was so tight, Eliza was sure the metal of her suit was dented around Tex's fingers.

Tex yanked her forward and Eliza yelped quietly as she almost tripped. Her legs were considerably shorter than Tex's, so Eliza had to almost run to keep up with the girl's strides.

"Tex?! What are you doing?" Church questioned, alarm clear in his voice before he finally just gave up and gave an annoyed sigh. "God dammit. That woman..." He muttered to himself, watching Tex giving the newest 'addition' to their team a long speech. If you could call her that. If anything, the cadet was probably only going to cause them more problems to add to their pile.

Tucker's eyes were directed toward the two girls' armor clad bodies, eyes scanning the coverage he desperately wanted to see them out of. He was relieved to have girls there. He was beginning to worry about the place becoming a sausage fest.

Caboose hummed happily to himself, eyes trailing over the ground until he spotted the bag that Eliza had had over her shoulder. He paused, curious for a split second and wondering when she had dropped it. Then those thoughts were gone and he had it over his shoulder in a quick motion, figuring he'd pick it up for his new friend.

Wait. He paused, a childish frown forming on his covered face. Would she try to be Church's best friend?! He gasped quietly to himself, silently hoping she wouldn't. That was Caboose's job.

After a few long minutes of being given a stern talking to, Tex returned to the group with a large amount of satisfaction in her steps. Eliza was shaking slightly, head turned to the side as she trailed a few feet behind. She forced her panic down and locked away the previous conversation in the vault of her mind to never be spoken of again.

"What were you talking about?" Tucker questioned curiously as they both stopped near their little huddle, taking note of Eliza keeping a fair distance away from Tex.

Eliza shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips and her shoulders sagging. "Its nothing. Don't worry about it." She answers, forcing herself to straighten up and her eyes turned to Caboose, noticing her bag hanging off her shoulder. "Um... Caboose? May I have my bag please?" She questioned as politely as possible, figuring she dropped it -once again- when Tex had dragged her away.

Caboose took a second to turn to her, tilting his head in what she assumed to be confusion. "What are you talking about?" He questioned in confusion, making Eliza give a small sigh. The entirety of her exhaustion hit her at that moment, making her legs weak and her body feel like led. She found Caboose adorable, but at that moment she was emotionally and physically drained.

She gestured to the green sack that hung over his shoulder. "That," She starts. "Would be mine." She explains and Caboose pulled the bag out in front of him, examining it before he slid it back on his shoulder.

"Oh yeah." He draws out the second word. "Well, you see, I was gonna carry it for you. Cause, you know. You keep dropping it and stuff." He says happily, his tone light and open. "So I was thinking, 'Maybe its too heavy for her!' and then I picked it up and then you came over with Tex and asked me for it." He continues his story, doing gestures with his hands and almost dropping it in the process.

Eliza slowly nodded, not really in the mood to object to someone carrying her things. "Oh. Well, thank you." She says after a second and turns toward Tucker and Church. They were in the middle of a conversation that she didn't even want to bother trying to understand.

She turned back to Caboose, trying her best, once again, to ignore the looks Tex was giving her. "Caboose, right?" She questions, trying to make sure she remembered his name right. He took a few seconds to think about it before nodding. Eliza's eyebrow's knitted themselves together before she continued. "This is Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha, right?" She questions with a part of her hoping it wasn't. These people were either insane or stupid.

Caboose turned his head toward the sky. "Hm... I'm... Not sure." He answers before turning to Church, shocking Eliza slightly. "Hey Church. Is this Bud Gulf Post Beta?" He questions happily, completely messing up the question.

"No you idiot." Tucker said with a frown evident in his voice, both him and Church turning toward Caboose.

"Tucker!" Caboose says sharply before lowering his voice. "I wasn't talking to you. You're embarrassing me in front of my new friend." He tries to whisper not-so-quietly to the aqua soldier.

"No Caboose. Its Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha... like we've told you a million times." Church sighs, turning toward the direction that Eliza assumed their base was. "Alright Kidd. Follow us back to base." He finally says and starts to walk toward the only other building in the entire canyon other than the base that had red banners hanging off it.

She followed his directions, taking notice of Tex having disappeared finally. Eliza silently wondered where the girl was.

As they drew nearer to the base, Eliza realized that it didn't look much different from the red base. Well, other than the tank outside it and the fact that it had blue banners instead of the red.

"Well, um... This is blue base. Its where we live, obviously and try to come up with plans to defeat the Reds." Church starts, drawing Eliza's attention. "The Red base is on the other side of the canyon and well, they're there, yadda yadda yadda." He continues, entering the base and everyone began branching off into different directions once they entered the living area.

Eliza's eyes scanned the area, a small smile forming on her face. It looked bigger on the inside. Once you entered the uppermost floor, it was a simple area that had openings that led out to the battle ground, but there were stairs that led downward to a door you needed a voice activation code to access to get into the majority of the large base.

As Church led her around, Caboose trailing after them, she caught on to a few of the things that Church spoke of but could barely focus due to barely being able to keep her eyes open.

After what seemed like an endless tour that was, in reality, only a few minutes, Church finally led her to her own room she would be staying in. "This is your room. Lucky for you, we have an extra." He says boredly, muttering something under his breath she couldn't quite hear, but she was sure it was some sort of insult.

She stepped toward the room and pressed a button on a screen not far to the left of the entrance that made the door fly shoot up and no longer block her way into the room. "Um. Thank you." She says slowly, breaking the awkward silence that weighed heavily in the silence.

"Whatever. I'm going to sleep." He grunts, walking off toward where his room was.

Caboose soon stepped toward Eliza and skipped passed her, entering her room without permission. He was humming a random tune to himself as he walked in and when a quiet thump echoed from the room, Eliza assumed he had set her bag down. He exited soon after, pulling the girl into a random hug she hadn't really expected. The bear hug crushed her and shocked her.

He set her down after a few seconds of suffocating her before walking off in the same direction Church had gone. "Good nigh Eli." He calls over his shoulder, tone light and would have been refreshing to the girl had she not have just been almost strangled by that very same man.

She didn't answer, taking in gulps of air in hopes to keep herself alive. Eliza gave a tired groan as she entered her room, the only other sound being her footsteps, breathing, and the door falling closed behind her.

As soon as it was closed, it left her in a calm silence she hadn't been in since she arrived. Only when she couldn't hear Caboose's footsteps did she allow herself to pull her helmet off, walking toward her bed and sit down at the end.

Her purple eyes stared down at the armor piece before she dropped it to the ground, it landing with a loud 'clang' on the metal floor. The whole experience was just... Unreal. Her once steely, ready for battle expression showed exhaustion and a look of defeat that she wished wasn't there.

A long silence boomed louder than anything she had ever heard, calming her somehow as she began to strip the armor from her body. With each piece that she unclasped, a large amount of weight was lifted and she felt better. Once she was left in only her mesh body suit, she finally allowed herself to think.

Eliza fell back onto her new, foreign bed that would take quite a while to get used to. The mattress was like rock beneath her but was still somehow softer than what she had to sleep on back at training. Her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and she traced the lines of the metal ceiling, mind having too many swift thoughts flashing through her head that she couldn't get a hold of. They kept her awake, alert, and miserable as her head began to hurt as if being pierced by an ax.

Everyone there was abnormal, people she didn't expect. She sighed, forcing her body to relax and a frown marred her face. Eliza rolled to her side, hands moving to wrap around her body in an attempt to console herself. Her eyes now found themselves resting on the bare wall in front of her, her light brown hair falling in her face yet she made no move to push it out of the way.

"This place is insane." She murmurs, voice cracking slightly as she realized she was actually there. Actually at war. Tears filled her eyes but she refused to let them flow. Hopefully, just hopefully, she would get used to it. Eliza doubted that thought as soon as it passed through her thoughts. She let a single tear escape her eye before she finally closed her eyes and drifted off into the sleep her body desperately needed and craved.


That ending there got a little... sad. I will try my best to make it funny in future chapters, but right now, this is what's happening. :3 I hope you enjoyed. Please comment if you want more and I will try to work on this when I can.

Thank you for reading.