"Give me back my smokes, you son of a bitch!"

It was another day in the valley known as Valhalla. Inside one of the bases, Grif was chasing Simmons around a counter in the kitchen area.

"I'm not going to let you screw my lungs up like you did your's, A*shole!" Simmons shouted.

"Screw you, I'm healthy!" Grif countered.

"In what world is 48 snack cakes healthy?" Simmons challenged.

Before Grif could answer, a voice came from the PA speaker.

"All troops get your asses to the meeting room, stat!" the voice ordered.

"Crap, it's Sarge! c'mon Grif, we Gotta go!" Simmons said hurriedly.

"Not until you give me back my smokes." Grif demanded. In response, Simmons ripped the pack in half and deposited both sides in the trash can next to him.

"I hate you."

"The feeling is mutual, lets go."

The meeting room was a lobby-like area with a metal podium at one end. Sarge, with a soldier in red armor sitting on the staircase. Donut and Lopez were standing at the other end. As Simmons and Grif joined the others, Sarge started talking

"Attention soldiers... and Grif. We have an announcement for today." He paused for a second then continued.

"Command has seen it fit to bolster our ranks here." He motioned for the soldier at the staircase to come. He got up and walked to the front of the podium.

"Private Adrian Runo reporting sir." The soldier said, saluting.

"At ease private." Sarge said. He faced the other soldiers as Adrian hopped of the podium and joined the others.

"Also, our project that's been worked on for the past two months is at completion." Sarge announced. "Get your ass to the meeting room stat."

The reds were standing in the holographic room, a teleporter in front of them. It was hooked to a generator and a monitor covered in green text.

"Soooo, what does this thing do?" Adrian asked confused.

"I'm glad you asked." Sarge spoke. "This, my troops, is the A-1 dimensional teleporter!"

"Um Sarge?" Simmons asked. "What are we going to do-you want to acquire tech and use it to destroy the blues."

"Oh you can read me like a book." Sarge replied. Suddenly a loud shot rang out and the monitor cracked.

"Take cover!" Donut screamed. Everyone ran every which way as the blues charged from the elevator. Lopez ran over to a panel on the wall and pressed a button, causing a bunch of chest-high walls to materialize out of nowhere. Everyone ducked behind cover, Adrian found himself against a wall with Sarge.

"Sarge, what do we do?!" Adrian panicked.

"Fire back, that's what!" Sarge answered.

"All I have is a pistol!" Adrian screamed, a hint of panic in his voice.

"If it can kill a blue, itil do!" Sarge yelled slightly impatiently. Adrian frustratedly growled through his teeth, then peeked out of cover. Wash was running to cover closer to them, drawing two shots from Adrian.

The first hit him in the ankle, causing him to switch to hopping on one foot on his way to cover. The second shot clipped him in the side, he spun around once then fell down behind the a wall.

Suddenly there was bright flash, and everyone was gone.

Adrian groaned as his eyes slowly opened. The first thing he saw was snow, falling down heavily, but not a blizzard. He sat up slowly and looked around, taking in the surrounding area. He was on a hill gracefully curving downwards, covered in snow. Then he spotted a object distinctly out of place on the hill. He carefully stood up and walked towards it, finding no injuries. As it came closer into view, he recognized it. It was a sniper rifle, embedded in the snow.

He looked over it for a few moments, then he grabbed hold and yanked it out. He did a quick inspection of the gun, finding no apparent damages that would render the gun unusable, he slung it on his back and looked around, trying to decide which way to go.

Suddenly, a voice came through over his radio. He quickly pressed a button on his helmet.

"This is Private Adrian Runo, of the Red army. Who am I speaking to?"

In a seemingly abandoned small town, elsewhere in the snowy area, Helen and Deneve were dueling. There swords were locked together, Deneve holding hers in an X formation while Helen's sword was pressing down in between them. Suddenly, Helen tipped her sword down and thrusted forward, leaving it resting on Deneve's neck.

"I win." Helen said smugly. Then the two girls looked off into the distance. Voices could be heard approaching. The two immediately dashed into a two-storey building. They watched from the windows as Sarge and Doc walked into town.

"No Doc, I am NOT becoming a pusscifasct." Sarge said sternly.

"First off, it's pacifist. Second, I'm not even asking that. All I'm asking is that you consider dealing with those aggressive tendencies." Doc nagged. "We-"

"No." Sarge said gruffly.

"I have brochures for programs." Doc tempted.

"Well, maybe I can have a look. But later, we got more important crap."

"Hello? Helloooooooooooo?" Sarge called, no response. "Him, nobody's here. Well, you go searching the buildings for anything useful and all go see if I contact the other reds."

"And the blues, right?" Doc asked.

"Right the blues, I'll make sure to get right on that." Sarge answered sarcastically.

As Doc walked off into house with its door smashed in, Sarge activated his radio and began talking.

"Hello, can anyone hear me? Anyone?" He heard static followed by Adrian's voice with some static.

"This is Private Adrian Runo. Who am I speaking to?" He questioned.

"It's Sarge, your CO. What's your status?" Sarge answered.

"In the middle of nowhere but otherwise I'm okay." Adrian Replied. "What's your position, I'll head to you."

Meanwhile, Doc was As he searched through the main floor gripping under his breath about how "I shouldn't be doing this busy work." Helen spied on him while Deneve watched Sarge through the window.

"Are they part of the organization?" Deneve wondered aloud.

"Well, why don't we 'Ask' them?" Helen replied with a mischievous smile, while cracking her knuckles. For a few moments, Deneve attempted to think of a reason, failing to do that she simply said quietly "Just be quiet, okay?" Helen nodded and crept downstairs. Seeing his back was turned, she glanced over to where Sarge was a moment ago. Seeing that he seemed to have walked off, she quickly rushed Doc. Wrapping one arm around his throat while the other wrapped around his chest, she growled into his ear "Alert anyone and die!" Doc quickly nodded, then was dragged up the stairs.

Adrian's first thought upon seeing the village was "Damn, Sarge wasn't kidding about the dark ages thing." Sensing danger, he crouched down, then pulled out his sniper rifle. Scanning the place he spotted Sarge, and no one else. He lowered his rifle and ran to the place. Spotting him part of the there, Sarge began jogging toward him.

"There you are rookie, good to see someone here besides Doc." Sarge said once they were within speaking range.

"Yea, isn't he one of the blues?" Adrian asked as they began walking back towards the village.

"That's correct, but don't worry, we end up working together more times than I'd like to talk about." Sarge said as they arrived back in the square. "Doc, get out here and meet the new recruit! Doc? Doooc? Okay Doc, this isn't funny, you can stop it now!"

"Um Sarge? There's someone on the upper floor of that house." Adrian asked nervously, pointing to the windows of the house in question. Sarge looked up there just in time to see a silhouette move past a window.

"Well great, someones got Doc." Sarge declared somewhat annoyed. "Y'know I bet the blue's don't end up in this kind of shit."

"Um, Wash?"

"Tucker, unless it's a plan to get out of this, I don't want to hear it."

"Well it's not a plan, I just got the feeling someone called us the lucky one's."

"Us? The lucky ones? HAH. Currently we are trapped, hanging upside, and being looked at as dinner by a tentacle monster that turns into a nine-year old girl and her equally large moron boyfriend."

"Hey! I'm not stupid!"

"Oh really? What's two plus two?"

"Twenty-two!"

"I rest my case."

A large man walked down a dirt road, trees to both side's. He wore white metal armor, similar to the reds and blues, but with a large round helmet, with a faceplate that covered practically the entire front. He walked down the path, then slowed to a stop, seemingly at random.

"Fancy armor!" A voice called out. "Mind if we have it?"

This threat was followed by several men walking out of the trees. Bandits.

"Oh, and don't think about running either, you'll be skewered before you can get five feet away." The same bandit, the leader evidently, boasted.

The man in armor slowly looked around, sizing up the situation. Ten bandits, plus leader.

Then he cracked his knuckles.