Red vs. Blue: A Stroke of Luck
Chapter 1 – New Arrivals
Note: The Pokemon Fanfic has not ended. Just put on hold while I finish this.
Clarke, Sara and Ruby sat in the drop ship, waiting to be dropped off at the Blue base. Clarke wore Violet coloured armour, he was 7 ½ feet tall (with armour), had brown hair and wore the CQC Helmet. Sara was only 7 ¼ feet tall, she wore Dark Green armour and also had brown hair; her helmet type was Air Assault. Ruby wore light blue armour, her helmet type was Scout, she was 7 ½ foot tall (The Same as Clarke), and she had blonde hair. Clarke was a Sniper, Sara was a Tactician and Ruby was a Medic.
"Sara, do you know anything about who we will be working with?" asked Clarke.
"No, it only says that there are three of them" replied Sara.
Just as she said that the driver yelled "We're landing, get ready". The three grabbed their Assault Rifles and stood up. The Pelican landed behind blue base.
"Are you our new recruits?" asked Church, he stood in light blue armour. He was wearing the Mark VI helmet.
"Yes Sir" said Clarke, Sara and Ruby.
"Finally, someone who respects me around here" said Church. "Follow me". Clarke, Sara and Ruby followed Church into the Blue base; it was a lot bigger on the inside than it looked. Clarke looked around, he saw Caboose and Tucker eating cereal at the table in the kitchen, he also saw a 50" TV and an Xbox 360.
"HI" said Caboose enthusiastically.
"Hi" replied Clarke "What is your name?"
"My Name is Michael J. Caboose" said Caboose while standing up and saluting.
"Caboose I told you, you only have to salute when the General comes" said Church "Anyway, isn't it time I showed you around". Sara and Ruby followed Church into a corridor, but Clarke stayed to talk to Caboose and Tucker. Clarke sat down at the table. Tucker pulled his laptop out from under the table. He was typing on it for a few minutes before he blurted out.
"Bow chicka bow wow". Clarke was surprised.
"What is it?" asked Clarke as he leaned over to see the laptop's screen. On the screen was a picture of a girl. She was pretty beautiful.
"Who's that?" asked Clarke.
"She's my online girlfriend" said Tucker.
"So, is she virtual?" asked Clarke
"Fuck No" said Tucker "She's real, well put it this way, could a virtual woman do this". Tucker turned the screen around for Clarke to see a video of the same woman masturbating while smiling at the camera.
"Probably" Clarke replied. Tucker took his helmet off and gave Clarke a dirty look.
"She's fucking real" said Tucker
"Hey, whatever you say man" said Clarke as he got up and walked out the room.
"I don't like that new guy" said Tucker. Caboose didn't respond. He just put his bowl into the sink and left the room.
Clarke caught up with Church just as they were entering the training course. Clarke passed with flying colours. Sara just made it, and Ruby failed, but was still allowed to stay. As Clarke walked to the second, and final test he walked up to Sara and pushed his lips up against hers (They had their helmets off at the time, obviously, probably should have mentioned that.). Church tapped him on the shoulder. Clarke broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder. Church passed him a sniper rifle.
"You're a Sniper right?" asked Church.
"Yeah, in my father's words. A Sure shot." Said Clarke.
"Good, hit the three targets in this room, I will not tell you where they are" Said Church. Clarke gripped his sniper rifle. Moved slightly to the right. Looked down the scope for a split second then fired. A target fell from the ceiling. Then Clarke turned around held the sniper above his shoulder, blind fired and another target fell. Clarke then turned around again and shot one last bullet into the final target making it fall from the ceiling as well.
"That was awesome" said Church
"Truly, epic" said Caboose who had been watching from the shadows.
"Calm down, it wasn't that good" said Clarke
"Well, then tomorrow will be a breeze for you" said Church
"Why, What's happening tomorrow?" asked Clarke
"We advance against the Reds." shouted Church holding his Assault Rifle in the air.
