"Church! Church! Church you need to come see this!" Caboose's pleading echoed through the halls of Blue Base as Church took his first step out of bed. Not even a minute into the day and he was already annoyed. He glared an irritable gaze at the clock next to the bed frame as it dimly illuminated the time. "5:00 AM? 5:00-fucking-AM?" Whatever Caboose was yelling about, there was no way it could be important enough to extend his time awake in this god forsaken canyon more than it had to be from the start.

"Church! Shelia is walking! It's a miracle!"

"Caboose would you shut the fuck up!?"

Tucker's voice added to the already loud echoing throughout the halls. "I swear to God I will murder every single person here in… in their… sleep... the hell?" As he reached out towards his helmet, his ranting quickly quelled as his attention was fixated on his glove. There glew a red symbol, accompanied with a slight sting to it.

It was soon accompanied by the touch of cold metal against the nape of his neck. "Alright lad, no sudden movements." A distinctive male voice, perhaps Irish or Scottish in nature, held some form of blade to his neck. Releasing a sigh, Church slowly raised his arms above his head. "God… Dammit… Look, whoever you are, I'm unarmed. Let me guess, another freelancer?"

"Yeah, I'm a Lancer class-servant. Now I'll be the one asking questions, thank you very much! Now who are you? Where is that damned priest!?"

Moving slowly so as not to provoke the man, Church slowly turned to face him. There stood a male, clad in Blue armour as well, with a spear held to his head. "Priest? Does this look like a fucking church to you, asshole? What the hell would give you the idea that there'd be one in this godforsaken canyo-"

"Church! I have to show you something!"

"Caboose shut the FUCK- What the-! Who the hell are you!? Church! CHURCH!"

The man stood with a satisfied smirk across his face. "Call it a gut feeling, if ya wish. Now explain, pal!" Before Church could open his mouth, the sound of Tucker's running echoed through the hallway briefly before he stood in the doorway at a loss of breath. "Church… hah… hah… Some crazy chick in a robe is in the base… hah… hah… And she's got... a weird-ass... knife with her… hah… fuck!"

As if on cue, the woman walked out from behind him. "I assume this is your doing, Lancer?"

Speaking to the man with the spear, she paid no attention to either Church or Tucker. Raising his spear away from Church, he responded. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Suddenly warping us to a strange world; that sounds like a spell out of your arsenal!"

"Church! Chuuuuuuuuuuuurch!"

"Caboose SHUT UP! I'll be there in a second!" He turned towards the two intruders in the base. "Look, you two seem to know each other so we'll let you catch up. I got to deal with this idiot outside, so we'll talk about this after that. C'mon Tucker."

"Hold it!", yelled the man clad in blue, though they paid him no attention. "I swear I'm going to kill that guy!"

"I wouldn't be so quick to, Lancer." The woman lowered her hood and looked him straight in the eyes. "I think these idiots are our Masters."

Running swiftly, Church and an exhausted Tucker made their way to the exterior of Blue Base. "Alright, Caboose, what the hell are you yelling… about…"

"Church! Sheila has become a real boy! Look!" Standing roughly two and a half meters in height, a large, grey behemoth on a man (if one could call it that) stood upon the shrapnel of what used to be the Blue Team's tank.

"Uhhh Church… what the hell are we going to do now?" With worry clearly dominating his speech, Tucker looked upon the titan before him.

"I'm going to call him Sunshine! Sheila, can I call you Sunshine now?"

It's head slowly turned to gaze upon Caboose, who stood only a meter away from him. All sound was instantly usurped around them as the beast released a blood-curdling roar that made a jet engine seem quiet. Tucker and Church fell to the ground as they gazed in utter confusion.

"You hear that Church? I think he likes it! He said 'YAAAAAAAAAAAAY'! Oh Sunshine we are going to be best friends!"

The two strangers quickly exited the base as well to see what was causing the commotion. Church remained upon the ground, too confused and irritated to notice. He was only able to think one solid though clearly.

"Man… There's no way this could get any worse."

"Grif! Simmons! Donut! New guys! Front and center on the double!" Ordering everyone to line up, Sarge pulled up in front of them in the Warthog. Our forces have suddenly doubled over night! Clearly this is a sign that we are supposed to finally claim victory over our enemies! The glory of the Red Army shall shine brightly this morning!"

"This couldn't get any worse.", whined Grif in his usual lazy tone.

"Shotgun.", claimed a man clad in red armor beside Simmons.

"Fuck!"