Author's note: I've set this during season 11, but it could easily happen at any point during the show. I'll finish it and post part 2 later. This will probably not be a continuing story. I just wanted to write what my little brother and myself thought would be a funny answer to the Georgia question.
"Hey, Caboose, do you ever wonder why we're here?"
"Oh, you know, Tucker, I tried that once but Church told me to stop it. He said if I told him about the giant turtle carrying the universe ever again, he'd shoot me. I think he said nicely, though. He loves to joke like that."
"What?" Tucker asked. He gave Caboose a weird look even though he couldn't see it through the helmet. "I mean, why are we here with the ship wreck? We're stranded and low on food supplies. This planet is huge! We have guns! Why haven't we just found something to hunt already?"
"Because Agent Washington said to stay near the ship so we can get rescued and because-" Caboose stopped suddenly, staring into the sky. "Hey, um, Tucker. What do you think that fiery thing in the sky is there?"
"It's called a sun, idiot." Tucker didn't even bother to look up.
"Does the sun usually get closer to the ground so quickly?" Caboose wondered.
"What?" Tucker looked up and saw a giant fireball falling from the sky. "Woah! It looks like it's gonna hit red base. You think we should warn them?" Suddenly there was a high pitched, girly scream that could have only come from Donut. "On second thought, I think they already know."
There was a loud crash as the falling object landed somewhere in red base. "Maybe we should make sure they're okay." Caboose suggested.
"Why do you care?" Tucker asked.
"Well, that one screaming pink lady is over there and she's the only one here who hasn't tried to shoot me yet. I think that makes us friends."
Tucker sighed. "Fine. It'll at least be fun to laugh at them while they try to fix their burning base."
Grif, Sarge, and Simmons all looked up from whatever they were doing when they heard Donut scream.
"What the Sam Hill is going on!?" Sarge yelled.
Donut just pointed at the sky as he continued to run away screaming.
"AH! What I that?!" Simmons yelled, beginning to run away himself.
Grif opened his mouth to speak but was immediately cut short by the unidentified falling object landing on him. The impact created a large crater in the middle of their base and knocked both Sarge and Simmons down, Donut being the only one to get far enough away to e completely unaffected.
Sarge picked himself up out of the dirt and gazed admiringly at the crater that had once been Grif. "I don't know" he said in response to Simmons' earlier question, "but it killed Grif, which means it's okay with me."
Simmons pushed a sand bag off of his face and stood up. "Grif!" he shouted, rushing to the edge of the crater. "Grif, are you okay?"
At that moment, Tucker, Caboose, Wash, Donut, and Doc all ran into the base.
"What happened?" Wash asked.
"Tucker did it!" Caboose shouted quickly.
"It fell out of the sky, idiot. That can't possibly be my fault" Tucker said defensively.
"Tucker did it" Caboose whispered belatedly.
Donut tried to talk but only managed to make high pitched, girly whines.
"Is anyone hurt?" Doc asked, holding his first-aid kit.
"It hit Grif" Simmons answered.
"And there's absolutely no hope of him surviving" Sarge finished happily. "You may as well put the bandages away, Doc. There's no work for you here."
Everyone gathered around the edge of the crater as the dust began to settle and the smoke began to clear. After a moment they could see the shape of not one, but two people wearing Spartan armor lying in the hole. "Unh…" Grif groaned from underneath the mystery soldier.
"He's alive!" Don't cried cheerfully.
"Help me get him out" Doc said, climbing into the crater and dragging Tucker with him.
"Who's this other guy?" Tucker asked as they lifted him off of Grif.
"I don't know, but he failed to kill Grif, which means he must be my mortal enemy!" Sarge shouted.
"He looks familiar" Wash said. "The armor design is definitely Freelancer, but I can't tell who it is through all the dust. Tucker, can you tell what color the armor is?"
Doc and Simmons had already pulled Grif out of the crater, and Doc had taken off his helmet and began to try to check his pulse. "Where in the throat was the pulse supposed to be?" Doc whispered to himself.
"Doc, don't press on his throat like that, you're gonna kill him!" Simmons said.
"Simons!" Sarge shouted. "Let the man do his job. He obviously knows exactly what he's doing."
Tucker rolled his eyes and started to brush the dust off the mystery man's shoulder. "Looks kind of like an orangish-pink" he said once he'd uncovered enough of the armor to see.
Donut looked over his shoulder and said "looks more like a sun-kissed peach to me."
"Wait, did you say peach?" Wash asked. He shook his head. "No, it can't be. That's just not possible." He reached into the crater and started to pull the man out. "Help me with this. We need to see if he's alive, see if he's who I think he is."
After they got him out of the pit, Doc walked over o them and knelt next to the unconscious man. "Grif's fine, aside from a mild concussion and some bruising to his throat," Doc said. He pulled off the man's helmet and Wash gasped.
"Georgia!?" Wash shouted.
"You know this guy?" Tucker asked.
"He's Agent Georgia, a Freelancer." Wash said, nodding. "I met him once when I was still a recruit, but never saw him again. He disappeared. I never found out what happened to him."
"Well, he's alive" Doc said, standing up. "Not sure when he'll wake up, but it should be soon. Same for Grif" Doc nodded toward the unconscious, orange-clad soldier.
"Okay, let's move them to somewhere that isn't next to a giant crater. I have a lot of questions for that one when he wakes up" Wash said, gesturing toward Georgia.
Ending author's note: Well, what do you think so far? Please let me know!