I've recently been addicted to Halo, Red vs. Blue, and the like. So, I've decided to write a fanfiction about them! Warning, this facfic is much, much, more serious than the series we all know and love, but don't despair, it is still hilariously random at some parts. Oh and Miranda and Johnson is alive, and Chief is safely in UNSC hands. If you don't like it, well, fuck you.
"Bow chicka bow wow." – Speech
That's hot! – Thoughts/Emphasized
Firing main cannon. – Mechanical Speech/Over Radio
"Mwuahahaha! Mwuahahaha!... I want pie…" High Being Speak (example: Gravemind)
Disclaimer: I don't own Halo, it belongs to Bungie. I don't Red vs. Blue, it belongs to Rooster Teeth Productions. So don't sue me, sue my parents, they're the ones with my money.
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A Shade of Red and Blue
Prologue: We're Spartans!?
ONI, during the events of the Covenant Loyalists' invasion of Earth, had not only authorized the Spartan III project, but also began one on their own. Dr. Halsey, head of the Spartan II project, had overlooked some of the 'super-children' that were needed for her project. So ONI found these children, who were now young adults, and had them enlist for the UNSC. But little did the future Spartans know what was to come.
The Spartan IVs went through a similar rigorous training regiment as the Spartan IIs. Although, the Spartan IVs were few in number, totaling seven actually, ONI wanted them to be as powerful as the Spartan IIs. ONI even named the Spartan IV's after the legendary 50 states of the United States of America, the country that was the most influential in uniting Earth's countries. The Spartan IVs were even given the new Mark VI Mjolnir armor. The Mark VIs had only one difference from the Mark Vs. They had special abilities that were unique in each armor. One had stealth capabilities, another had the ability to disable all locks and failsafes, and one was even rumored to be able to go back in time a short distance. And after their training and genetic augmentations, ONI decided to also try and make the Spartan IVs be as good as the Last Spartan II, Master Chief Petty Officer, John-117.
They implanted AIs into the Spartan IV's armors. These AIs, much like Cortana, had the ability to learn and adapt. This shortened their life-span, but made them so much more effective. The AIs, named Alpha, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Nova, Omega, and Zeta, were put into Agents Washington, Arizona, York, Wyoming, Colorado, Nebraska, and Florida, respectively. But the AIs went haywire. They began to become very aggressive and in turn, making their Spartan IV partners aggressive as well. ONI tried to terminate the AIs. They succeeded in deleting Beta, Nova, and Zeta, but the others got away, along with their partners.
The remaining Spartan IVs then began roaming the galaxy, helping out anyone who pays them, as Freelancers. Delta and York eventually settled down in the colony of Sagittarius VII, a colony well away from the war against the Covenant. Agents Nebraska and Wyoming were spotted around Orion sector, but got away. Agent Washington was never found. Some say he wiped out his memory and lived some time on the colony of Venus, before he was enlisted again into the UNSC. But there have been no reports on his position in the military or navy though.
It was around this time that the UNSC decided to host the Spartan V project. The commanders of the UNSC knew of the Spartan IVs and wanted to try to create more Spartans for Earth and her colonies' protection. UNSC randomly picked out people waiting in line to enlist in the UNSC's armies. They then put these people in modified Mark IV armor and sent them to a distant planet. The UNSC assigned the Spartan V's contact to pit them against one another to improve their skills.
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Corporal Leonard Church stared up at the sky that he had become accustomed to. Command had recently promoted him, making him the official leader of the Blue Team at Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha. Alpha… Why does that name seem so familiar to him?
"Yo Church! We found a table and some chairs in the basement! We can finally have a proper dinner!" yelled Private Lavernius Tucker from the doorway of Blue Base. The cobalt-clad Spartan V brushed some dirt of the double-chevron rank marking on his armor, and headed into the base. Tucker slapped Church on the back and grinned behind his gold visor.
"Heh, if you keep this up, I may have to steal your CD player again to get you inside. We really need to get you laid. All your sulking is making Caboose sad," Tucker said.
"Look who's talking," Church smirked at, though he wouldn't admit it, his best friend. "And don't you dare touch my CD player, you broke it last time."
"I've told you already! I didn't break it!" Tucker whined.
"Sure you didn't…," Church rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping off his voice. They shared a good laugh.
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Caboose winced as Sister crushed another plate, making another shattering noise.
"Oops, I guess I'm not used to the additional strength this armor gives me yet," the yellow-armored female chuckled sheepishly.
"It's okay Sister. You should've seen me when I was holding Church's CD player. It cracked, like Tucker did when Doc got you to shed your skin and he didn't… I'm sure its okay, though. Church didn't shout at me for breaking his CD player. Instead, he began to shout at Tucker…," the young male in regulation blue armor said in his slow, whispery kind of speech.
"Aww, thanks Caboose!" Sister smiled at him through her visor. Caboose blushed.
"Alright! Finally we get to eat together as a team!" Tucker voiced out as he entered the base's main room, which acted as a living room/kitchen. "No more eating alone for me!"
"You seem awfully team-spirited today," Doc said, setting down a plate of spaghetti on the table. Tucker shrugged.
Church sighed as he entered the room. "Finally, we get to take off this armor. Why do we keep these on all the time anyways?"
"Command said it was just in case the Reds attack," Doc answered.
"But we signed a temporary neutrality pact with the Reds last week," Tucker raised an eyebrow.
Everyone stared blankly at him. The Blues shrugged and unlatched their helmets. They struggled though, as taking off the bulky armor piece was surprisingly extremely hard to do.
The first face shown was Caboose's. He had pale skin, probably from the lack of sunlight in his armor, sand-colored hair and grayish-green eyes. His face looked somewhat childish, but this gave him an attractive look. Sister momentarily paused to study his face, before resuming trying to take off her helmet.
Then Doc's face was shown. He had black hair, black eyes and copper skin. In fact he looked…
"What the hell!?" Tucker and Church shouted. They had stopped trying to pull of their helmets in shock.
"What?" Doc raised an eyebrow.
"You're Hispanic! I thought you said you don't speak any foreign languages! You could've translated Lopez!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Plus your last name is French!" Church joined in.
"Oh, well, my dad was French, and my mom was Hispanic. My family members tend to look like their mothers. It's genetic. Plus we all forgot our native languages a long time ago," the now French Hispanic medic explained.
The Blues nodded in understanding and began to take their helmets off again. Tucker's came off next. He had dark hair and eyes, and brown-hued skin like Doc.
Caboose gasped. "Tucker, you're Fritch Hinsapic too! And I didn't know Tucker was a Fritch name!"
"First of all Caboose, its 'French Hispanic'. Secondly, I'm half-Caucasian and half-African," Tucker deadpanned.
"Oohhh… Where's Caucasia?" Caboose asked, scratching his sandy hair. Church, Tucker, and Doc sweat-dropped.
"Caucasia? Sounds hot! I wanna go there!" Sister said excitedly.
"Me, too! Wait, what?" Doc blinked in confusion.
"Oh, well then, Caucasia is in my pants. Bow chika bow- OW!" Tucker exclaimed as a rock went through the sun roof and hit him on the head. There was a note attached to the projectile. "What the?"
It read: "STAY AWAY FROM MY SISTER!! – Private Dexter 'Dex' Grif."
"Holy crap, Grif has a good arm…," Church blinked at the rock.
"Nah, I think Lieutenant McMuffin threw that," Caboose corrected.
"Who?" Doc asked.
"He means Donut," Tucker explained.
"Oohhh… I really need to learn Caboose-speak," Doc nodded to himself.
Next was Sister, who ripped her helmet off with vigor. "Finally!"
She had long platinum blonde hair (kinda explains some things, huh?) tied up in a ponytail, teal eyes, and pale skin like Caboose. Her face had a very feminine charm to it.
"Bow chika bow wow," Tucker chanted.
"Shut up, Tucker," Church stated.
"Asshole," Tucker retorted.
And last, but not least, Church took his helmet off. He was met with several stares from his Blue Team comrades. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Dude…," Tucker began.
"You…," Caboose whispered.
"Look…," Doc said.
"HOT!" Sister finished.
"Yeah! Wait, what?" Tucker blinked.
And indeed he was. Church had short-cropped dirty blonde hair, strikingly piercing blue eyes, and an almost perfect jaw-line. He was the best-looking guy any of the Blues had seen in a while. Oh, and he had freckles. Yes, the asshole-ish cobalt-clad soldier known as Corporal Leonard Church, had freckles. But so did the legendary Spartan II, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117, so what did the Blues care.
"Really?" Church asked, rubbing his face.
"Really! If I weren't interested in someone else right now, I'd be tempted to take you down into the basement and have my way with you!" Sister nodded.
"Yeah! Wait, what?" Doc asked.
"Nice way to put it…," Church deadpanned.
"And who's that one guy you're interested in?" Tucker said slyly to Sister. "Bow chicka bow- OW! Not again!"
Another rock had fallen through the sun roof and hit him on the head. It bore the same message as the last rock.
"Why don't we talk about our looks later? For now let's dig in!" Church shouted as he sat down at the table.
"Bow chicka bow wow."
"Shut up, Tucker!"
"Asshole!"
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"Hmm, my 'Some-guy-is-flirting-with-my-sister' Senses are gone. So you can stop throwing rocks now Donut," the orange-clad soldier told the pink-clad one.
"Okay," said the one named Donut. He stopped throwing rocks and resumed painting a new sign on the Red Base's interior. "Throwing rocks are good for my pecs!"
"Grif! Why is Sam's hell are the dishes not washed!?" Sarge bellowed as he stormed into the base.
"I thought it was Simmons's turn tonight," Grif complained.
"Then it's still your fault, for not remindin' Simmons of his duty!" Sarge roared. Then he raised his trusty shotgun at the orange soldier's head. "Now tell me, maggot, why I shouldn't blast you all the way to Mississippi!"
"Because, a Pelican dropship will arrive and take us to help with some important mission that may very well alter the destiny of the universe, Earth, and her colonies?" Grif futilely answered.
Then Simmons came into the room, panting. "Sir! There's a Pelican outside, sir!"
Suddenly a loud voice echoed throughout Blood Gulch. "All UNSC personnel in Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha and Blood Gulch Outpost No.1 please report to the center of the canyon!"
"Holy ravioli, Red Command sent us reinforcements!" Sarge exclaimed. "And surely those darn Blues have heard the call and are goin' to attack the new arrivals regardless of our pact! Simmons, start tellin' me all what you learned when gatherin' intel! Grif, stock up on equipment and ammo! Donut, make sure Grif stocks up on equipment and ammo!"
The Staff Sergeant pressed a red button on the wall. A part of the wall flipped to reveal three battle rifles and four magnums. Sarge grabbed a magnum before rushing out the door. Grif lazily took a battle rifle and a magnum too before heading downstairs into the storage compartment, where all the ammo was stored. Simmons repeated Grif's first action and rushed outside with Sarge, explaining what the Pelican was doing. Donut grabbed the remaining weapons and followed Grif to make sure he had done his job. Red Team was prepared and itching to fight.
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"All UNSC personnel in Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha and Blood Gulch Outpost No.1 please report to the center of the canyon!"
"Church!" Caboose whispered as he latched his helmet onto his head again. "I hear a lady voice in my head!"
"It's not a voice in your head, you idiot! It's a Pelican!" Tucker shouted as he looked out of the window.
"Maybe its Blue Command! Maybe then sent some help!" Doc said.
"Well only one way to find out," Church pressed a blue button on the wall.
And like the Red Base, part of the wall flipped to reveal Church's sniper rifle, Doc's medical gun, two battle rifles, Tucker's energy sword and four magnums. Church took his sniper rifle and a magnum. Caboose took the standard battle rifle and magnum. Sister pocketed dual magnums. And Tucker charged up his trusty energy sword was strapping a battle rifle on his back. Blue Team was ready to go.
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The two teams spotted each other as they neared the Pelican. Church adjusted his scope and aimed at Sarge, just in case Red Team tried to do something funny.
"What are you doing here ya stinkin' Blues!?" Sarge bellowed as they neared each other. The red-clad staff sergeant raised his shotgun at Church, matching his sniper rifle. "Hopin' that your girlfriend is in here Pelican? Well too bad! I'm sure that this here is Red Command and new reinforcements to kick your sorry Blue as-"
"ENOUGH!" A strong feminine voice said over the Pelican's loudspeakers. The Pelican's rear ramp opened, revealing a woman with shoulder-length brown hair, blue eyes, and wearing UNSC standard navy uniform. She was accompanied by a small group of UNSC marines. They stepped off the Pelican
Tucker whistled appreciatively at her figure. "Bow chicka bow-"
But he was interrupted by a shot that nearly missed his head.
"Woah…," He said with wide eyes at the shooter. It was a man clad in similar armor to them, although he was much taller, muscular, and his armor looked more battle-worn than all the Blood Gulchers' combined.
"Hey, man, I don't care what your problem is! Don't shoot at my soldiers!" Church shouted at the tall man. The marines, the woman, and the armored soldier looked shocked.
Mostly it was because no one, and they mean no one, had ever stood up to him before. At least, no one who lived.
The man looked down at the woman. "So Miranda, you're telling me these guys are Spartans?"
"Yep," Miranda answered. "The people of Blood Gulch are the Spartan Vs."
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Tucker: And that's the end of the Prologue of A Shade of Red and Blue! Bow chicka bow wow!
Church: Tucker, would you shut the hell up!?
Me: Seriously! That's getting annoying!
Tucker: Fine!... Bow chicka-
Church and Me: YOU'RE DEAD!!!
Caboose: Review please! -whispers- I like reviews.
Sister: Reviews? That sounds hot! And if you review, I'll think you're hot!
Doc: What if the reviewer's a girl?
Sister: What's your point?
Doc: Never mind.
Blue Team and Me: REVIEW PLEASE!!