And once again, another story. This one is a little longer than the others.

Visiting Firefight Part 1: Arrival

Ruby observed her new armor. She was wearing a MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor/CQC variant. She lookedover to Blake.Blake was wearingThe MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor/K variant, while Weiss was wearing a Hayabusa armor with the katana on its back, while Yang was wearing MJOLNIR Powered Assault Armor/Rogue.

Ruby then cheered, "This will be so cool!"

Church, who was standing a few feet away, said, "Well, the armor is definitely cool, but it ain't exactly always comfortable…."

"You could say that again," Yang commented, "The area around the crotch feels kinda tight."

"Yang!" Sarge shouted, "You know girls should not talk about that spot! Makes you look weird."

Blake agreed. The Pelican was closing in on the location of where they were to be.

Weiss then asked, "So where are we going again?"

Sarge then shouted, "Lopez! Bring in the GPS!"

There was no response.

"LOPEZ! The GPS!"

Grif's voice came, "He's not here, sir."

"What the Sam Hill?!" Sarge swore, "Then where is he?"

Some unknown location

Lopez looked around. He had no idea where he was. Just that the Pelican had dropped him off at some place called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' most probably by mistake. He looked at the building ,and then walked in.

Back on the Pelican

"All right, Simmons! The GPS!" Sarge shouted.

"On it sir!" Simmons shouted back from the control room, and then there were some noises, and Grif shouting, "Stay away from my stuff!" with Simmons replying, "I wouldn't even think of laying a finger on your stuff. They're disgusting."

Then Simmons came with the GPS. He handed it to Sarge, saying, "GPS here, Sarge!" Yang then commented, "You know Simmons, you are kind of a butt monkey." Simmons asked, "And what proof do you have?"

Flashback of episode, calm before the Storm.

Grif: Permission to assist Donut sir.

Sarge: Permission denied. Continue with Operation Meatshield. Remember, just cause your bones are broken doesn't mean they won't stop bullets from hitting me! Now get out there.

Simmons: Good call, sir!

Sarge: You're on your way to a Medal Simmons. In fact, medals for all of you! Purple Heart for Grif, Pink Heart for Donut, and Brown Nose for Simmons.

Simmons: I'm psyched!

Present

"All right! So I'm kiss ass to some extent. Big deal." Simmons admitted. Though he sounded a little depressed.

The ship rocked back and forth suddenly.

"GRIF!" Sarge screamed at the top of his lungs, "Stop rocking us and land us or I'll make orange juice out of you!"
"The Aliens shot at us with some weird green thing!" Grif said over the radio, and then he said, "Oh fuck! We're gonna crash! Brace for impact!"

TO be continued