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NOTE:
The following takes place to during seasons 12 and 13 of the series of Red vs Blue; if you have not yet watched seasons 12 or 13 of Red vs. Blue, or are not a fan of stories like this, than I advise that you not to read ahead of this story. Also note that some scenes may or not be altered.

Log Date: 176

Today marks the 2nd anniversary of when I arrived to the army of the New Republic; hard to believe that I'm fifteen already. Hell a lot of people find it hard to believe that I'm a teenager in an army, I scarcely find it hard to believe myself. Though in a way I'm glad; Because now I'll finally be able to help out in the battle field, once my training is done that is.

The training itself I endured for the last two years however, isn't like anything I thought it is, but I'm willing to go through with it. I'll be the first to admit, I was complete garbage when I started. I sucked at hand to hand combat, and I was an poor of an excuse for a shot. I heard others talk about me; they said that I was one of the worst trainees of a soldier that they had ever seen in the army, and I would be lucky enough to survive out on the battlefield if I was ever given the chance.

Hadn't it been for Felix, I still would've been one of the worst of the worst and a poor excuse of a soldier.

Felix is supposed to be a mercenary that Kimball had hired to help us fight against the Federal Army of Chorus. I don't know what it is he saw in me, but out of the blue one day he said he wanted to show me how to fight better; Fight like the soldier I was meant to be. He taught me close combat, how to handle a knife, and how to shot from a gun properly, he even taught me how to disarm a man. I owe it to him. Recently though, I made some new friends; they said that they're heroes unlike the whole galaxy has ever seen.

Honestly, all of us can agree, that they weren't what we were expecting...But than again, that's what made me like them in the first place.

Red team, this is Blue team. We are in position, how copy? Over.

Blue team, this is Red team. I copy, Blue in position. Over.

Gold team, this is Blue team. All units are in position and awaiting further instructions, what is your status? Over.

…

Gold team 2-3, this is Blue team 1-2. Radio check, over.

Uh, yeah, we're here Blue team.

Gold team, I repeat, what is your status, over?

Uhhh… We're pretty good?

Wait, what?

Actually, we were wondering if we could change our name. To Orange team maybe?

What the-What difference does it make!?

A certain man wearing an orange armor was yelling over coms to his comrade, complaining about the teams. "YOU TELL THEM IT MAKES A BIG DIFFERENCE BITTERS! BECAUSE I AM ORANGE! I AM NOT GOLD! I AM NOT YELLOW! I AM FUCKING ORANGE!" He yelled. Another man wearing red armor standing with a man with blue armor and a young teenage girl with short brown hair wearing a trainee helmet with a trainee outfit shouted to the man, "Grif! Will you get off the radio the teams are fine!"

The man named Grif said to the man in red armor, "The team's suck."

The teenage girl said, "Like Simmons said, the teams are fine! Now get on over here, or you're gonna blow our cover!"

Grif let out a groan and turned his attention back to the comms, before flipping off the man named Simmons in particular, "Fine we'll be team Gold. Tell Blue team to go suck a dick, then get in position."

"Whatever you say captain." The man named Bitters said.

Grif got up and went to join the small group.

"Seriously Grif, we're about enter an enemy facility and your bitching about colors?" Simmons said, feeling a bit irritated.

"It's a misleading title!" Grif said, "People can get confused!"

"Even so, what kind of a difference does it make anyway? I mean, they're just colors." The teenage girl asked.

"It makes a big fucking difference Shawn!" He exclaimed.

"Oh would you shut up already." Simmons said to Grif, before going to work on the keypad on the door.

"Welp, I'm siding with Grif." Caboose said, "I'm confused."

The girl named Shawn couldn't help but giggle as she said, "That's because your you. Your always confused."

"Yeah well that sounds confusing." Caboose said to her, causing her to giggle even more.

Young fifteen year old Shawn has been a trainee for a whole year since she's been in the New Republic Army of the planet Chorus. She's been the known only teenager ever to be in the army. Despite her age difference with the rest, she was determined to help out the Republic Army in anyway she can. Sure she had only helped repair cars and was at times in charge of handing out weapons and such, but since Kimball gave her the all clear, she had tried her very best to become one of the best of the best soldiers their is.

And just a week ago, the New Republic Army had acquired some new comrades. Though many know them as simulation troopers, they also knew them as Heroes or so the news had told. Shawn could see the fact that the articles and stories were a bit of an exaggeration, but the were heroes known the less. Shawn made a connection with each of them, and she got along with them and had put up with them.

She really liked them, she considered them friends, and in turn they treated her like a friend, as if she was part of their team the whole time. Though it was only a little over a week, they all bonded as if it had already been a whole year. She was told a little bit about their other comrades and she had gotten the idea of how they are just from what they had described them to be.

Simmons had just finished up breaking the code for the door, and he stood up.

"Okay, doors will be opening in approximately fifteen seconds." Simmons said.

"Alright, alright, alright." Shawn said, arming herself with a gun, "I am ready for this!"

Simmons though started to get nervous, and Griff wasn't really helping out Simmons nervous breakdown.

"What if this doesn't work?"

"Probably won't."

"What if this is a trap?"

"It might be."

"What would Sarge say at a time like this?"

"He would say shut it Simmons."

"Yeah, he probably would say that."

The very minute the doors opened, Caboose came charging in, firing all around the area; only to find that the room was empty, and he fired at the wall, leaving an eerie awkward silence between the whole group. "Uhh… I honestly have no words to describe what had just happened." Shawn said awkwardly, still armed with her gun.

"Did we win?" Caboose asked the group.

"No." Simmons replied with a sigh, "Apparently we've only opened one of the several security doors in this place."

"Only one of them? That seems pretty convenient." Shawn said with a slight pout on her face.

"Oh what, so I talk on the radio and I'm jeopardizing the mission, but when that happens everything is just fine!?" Griff exclaims in disbelief.

Shawn said to the man, "Your question is as good as mine."

"Quiet you guys!" Caboose said to the both of them with a whisper, "They might hear you!" Another door was opened thanks to Simmons and Caboose once again went charging into the room, screaming and firing at the wall like he did before. Soon enough Bitters came over the comm once more.

"Captain Grif." He said, "We have visual on the main compound. Over."

"What does it look like Bitters?" Griff asked.

Nearby the man named Bitters looked over the facility via gun scope and surveyed the situation. "Well…" He said looking over how many soldiers there were again, "On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say we're pretty fucked."

A man named Smith who was hiding behind crates had said to his comrade, "Stow that kind of talk Bitters. Our C.O's have put a lot effort into this plan so why don't you show a little faith? Right Captain Caboose?"

"Right." Caboose had replied to Smith just standing there. Simmons, Grif and Shawn were crouch walking; moving along the floor as they neared their position as they passed by Caboose.

"We're almost there." Simmons said to the teams via com link, "Is everyone ready?"

"Ready." All the lieutenants replied.

"Ready." Caboose said, standing down the hall.

"When did you get there!?" Shawn exclaimed as she looked back down the hall to where Caboose originally stood.

"Captain Simmons?" Simmons Lieutenant said over the coms, "Jensen has something to say to you."

Simmons stopped in his tracks as he said, "Um… Yes Jensen?"

Jensen said to Simmons, "I just wanna say that no matter what happens, it's been honor working with you sir."

Simmons replied nervously, "Uh-Well-Thank you lieutenant, that is-Yes affirmative!"

Shawn gave a quizzical look at this; she approached Simmons. "What was all that about?" Shawn asked. Simmons was having trouble forming words as to what to reply to the young teenager. Grif had soon joined the conversation, "Yeah, what the fuck was that about?"

"Wha-what are you talking about?" Simmons asked.

"You just stuttered at Jensen." Shawn said, "You doing alright man?"

"Ye-yeah, what makes you say that?" Simmons said.

"Well for one thing you stroked out." Griff said, "Seriously you sounded like Caboose for a minute."

"Oh! Does that mean I get to be Simmons?" Caboose said not waiting for answer and doing an impression of him anyway, "Look at me, I'm so smart! I like rulers and protractors! Oh I can't wait to do some protracting!"

Shawn couldn't help but say awkwardly, "I don't think that would be a good interpretation of Simmons." Though she turned her attention over to Simmons, "Though, I didn't know you had a problem with girls."

Simmons had replied, "Yeah, it's kind been a problem with me."

"Kind of a problem!?" Griff exclaimed, "It's especially a big problem when your squad consists entirely of girls!"

At this point Simmons had started to lose his cool, "Oh man this is like junior high school all over again!?"

"Huh?" Shawn and Griff said in unison.

"WHY DO I HAVE TO PLAY IN THE WOMEN'S LEAGUE!?" Simmons exclaimed, "I WANNA BE A MATHLETE DAD! A MATHLETE!"

"Yeaahhh… I don't wanna be Simmons anymore." Caboose said casually.

"Huh… I guess he's just one of those people." Shawn said awkwardly as she twiddled her thumbs. "Goddamnit!" Griff said before turning the comms, "Everybody get ready! We're going on my mark!" Everyone armed their guns, ready to storm the place as Griff started to count down.

"3… 2… 1!"

The small team turned the corner and just before them; their was a group of Federal Army soldiers, leaving the small team speechless.

"So…" Shawn said awkwardly, "Is this the part where we-"

"EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" Griff yelled, suddenly taking off running as he screamed. Simmons and Caboose ended up doing the same thing, and Shawn couldn't help but stand there dumbfounded as she watched them run.

"SHIELD ME WITH YOUR BODIES!" She heard Griff yell in the distance, "IT'S IMPORTANT THAT I LIVE!"

Soon enough she saw that everyone else wasn't doing so well either, as they all started to scatter and everything started getting crazy.

"Well… So much for the mission." Shawn said as a sweat dropped from her head. Just than a loud ringing sound had gone off, and everyone had stopped in their tracks (Except for Caboose). Kimball had walked onto the training the training grounds.

"Oh boy here we go." Shawn said removing her helmet.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?" Kimball exclaimed.

Caboose soon realized that everyone had stopped running, "Oh we stopped." He said, again so casually.

"What the hell is the point of these exercises if you aren't going to work together!?" Kimball said.

"But we were, honest!" Shawn said to Kimball.

"Yeah, she's right!" Simmons said, "We had team names!"

"Grif was gold!" Caboose said.

"ORANGE!" Grif yelled. Kimball said, "Let's recap on this shall we? You had a plan, you were organized, but once again you crumbled under pressure!"

"Kimball, uh sir!" Shawn said almost forgetting to salute, "If I may, it was just one little mistake. They'll be able to get it next time, I'm sure of it!" Kimball just looked to Shawn and just let out a sigh. "Lieutenants." She said, "Debrief with your COs, everyone else round up all uniforms and weapons. That's enough capture the flag for today."

"What exactly are we supposed to tell them?" Grif asked, "Hey you guys, sorry that you still suck. Turns out we suck too! At least we have something in common."

"Tell them what they want to hear." Kimball said, "Tell them that they can do this and next time they'll be better."

"So you want us to lie to them?" Simmons asked.

"No." Kimball replied sternly, "I don't."

Just when Kimball was about walk away from the training facility, she turned her attention to Shawn. "Shawn." She said, making the young teen jump, "I'd like a word with you privately."

"Uh, um, yes sir!" Shawn said before following behind her with a quick pace.

The next thing Shawn knew, she was standing in Kimball's office. As usual Shawn was nervous; the only times she was ever in Kimball's office if she was in trouble, which is usually a lot.

"Relax." Kimball said, knowing exactly what she was thinking, "You're not in any trouble or anything. Like I said before, I just wanna talk."

"Oh really?" Shawn said, "What's it about exactly?"

"I've been going over your performance for the last month, and I have to say, I am impressed by it." Kimball said, "You performed well on the training grounds when engaged in combat and strategical when it came to getting out of a tight spot. And from last week, you passed the field test with flying colors."

Shawn couldn't help but turn red at this, "Oh, well, thank you si- I mean Kimball. But really I don't deserve all the credit. Felix really helped me out."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." Kimball said.

"Though… Can I ask what this is about?" Shawn asked.

Kimball simply replied, "Well, because of how skilled you are in the battlefield, and how much you improved in the last two years you've been with us, I feel the need to give you a reward for all your hard work."

"I get to have my own squad!?" Shawn exclaimed with glee.

Kimball couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's excitement, "Hey now let's get crazy." She said, "You may have improved, but you still have a long way to go before you can lead your own men; that and your still fifteen."

Shawn couldn't help but pout at that. "But…" Kimball said which perked her up a bit, "It has given me reason to put you into a squad, which will help you learn more how to be a soldier."

Shawn seemed to get where she was going, "Wait a minute… Kimball are you saying-!?"

Kimball nodded and said, "Shawn, as of today, you will be shadowing a squad of your own choosing for the remainder of your training. Which means you will be following the orders of the commander, for when your doing the basic training or on the battlefield."

Shawn jumped up and down excitedly, "Yes!" She said with a smile, "Woohoo!"

She was so excited at this that she couldn't help but hug Kimball which caused her to freeze up, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"

Though immediately afterwards, Shawn found it to be a bit awkward and jumped back a few feet.

"Uh, I mean…" Shawn said, before saluting, "Thank you so much for this opportunity Kimball."

With that Kimball allowed Shawn to leave the office and she left with a smile. "A squad of my own choosing?" Shawn said, "I wonder who will be willing to have me on their squad though…" Shawn continued to think and think about which squad she should choose exactly, though nothing necessarily came to mind.

"Ugh, this is just frustrating!" Shawn said, "Maybe I can get Felix's opinion on it."

Shawn stopped in her tracks, "Though he's still on that mission with Tucker… I wonder when he'll be back."

-F.A.C Outpost 22-

Just within the perimeter of a Federal Outpost, Felix was checking the area to see how many soldiers were stationed at the outpost exactly.

"So…" He heard Tucker say over his shoulder, "You think I could take a turn with that sniper rifle?"

"Absolutely not." Felix replied still looking through the scope of the sniper rifle.

One of the members of the squad, one by the name of Palomo spoke up, "Uh… Sometimes… I like to take my hands and cup them around my eyes. Like binoculars."

"Shut the fuck up Palomo." Was all that Tucker had said.

After Felix had double checked the perimeter he told everyone to gather around to explain them their situation. "It doesn't look." He said, "They've really beefed up the security."

"Why would they do that?" A man named Rogers asked.

Felix replied, "Well it could be that someone from up top is visiting… Ooor it could be a response to the weapons I stole from this place weeks ago."

"Oh gee, I wonder which on it is." Tucker said with sarcasm.

"I think it's pretty obvious that it was the weapons." Palomo said awkwardly.

"Just stop talking." Tucker said to his lieutenant.

"So… Because of this, we're gonna have to move onto plan B." Felix said to the squad.

"Huh? What do you mean? What's plan B?" Tucker asked.

Felix replied, "We plant C4, we leave and then we blow this place to hell."

"WHAT!?"

"It's a standard hit and run. I've done it a million times. As long as you do it right, you'll be fine."

"Actually, no, we'll not be fine! I thought the reason we came here in the first place was to gather intelligence! That's gonna be pretty fucking difficult with the computer being in a million pieces!"

"Look, you wanna save your friends I get it. Hell, if Shawn was in this situation than I would've wanted the same thing you wanted. But data retrieval is no longer an option. Once we find out where they're holding Wash and the others, the New Republic will do everything they can to save them. But today isn't the day."

Tucker let out a sigh, "Yeah, whatever."

Felix continued on what they should do, "Now, that we've gotten that settled, we only have one active camo unit. It's a little damaged, so try not to run it constantly. Only when you need to disappear. Got it?"

"Got it." Tucker said.

"As for the rest of you, that's up to your Captain." Felix said to the others.

Tucker thought about what to do; in a matter of seconds he came up with an idea. "Oooh, I've got an idea!" He said drawing his sword. Two Federal Soldiers drove up to a cave and entered it. They approached what appeared to be a wire that looked like it had been chewed on it.

"Ah, here's the problem." The Fed Specialist said, "Rats must've chewed through the wire."

The Second Fed Specialist looked at him with disbelief, "That is a military grade reinforced power cable. What kind of rats are you talkin' about?"

"... Space Rats?"

"... Yeah I could see that."

Suddenly they fell to the ground when they were hit in the head with a blunt object.

"AAAGGHH! THE BACK OF MY HEAD!" One of them exclaimed.

Rogers and another soldier named Cunningham had changed from their usual attire into the Feds Uniform.

"Perfect!" Tucker said triumphantly, seeing as how the Feds Uniform fit them both perfectly, "Now you look just like those assholes."

"Okay, that was stupidly fortunate!" Felix said to Tucker.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what were to happen if ended up with two really fat guys? What size are you Cunningham? Like what? A medium?"

"Youth extra large sir." Cunningham said.

Felix turned his attention back to Tucker, "See? That's a whole plan ruined! Just because you watch something on TV, or have seen in the movies you just think it's a good idea!?"

"What, and you don't?" Tucker said before turning to Cunningham, "Also… Really man? Youth extra large?"

"It is very slimming sir." Cunningham said.

Palomo than spoke up, "Uhh, what about me sir? Do I get a disguise?"

"No, you have to stay here and guard our escape route." Tucker said to Palomo.

"Oh… Okay."

"It's because I don't trust you."

"Got it."

"Honestly if you were out on the battlefield, you'd probably get us all killed."

"I can totally see that. Yeah, that would be me."

Felix than said to the squad, "Alright, let's get to work."

Thus they all scattered; Felix left the cave going in the direction opposite of Rogers, Cunningham and Tucker who was now invisible. Felix had gotten up to a cliff to get a better view of the outpost. He than said to the team via comm link, "Okey, dokey boys. Everyone take your modified sticky grenades, find something that looks expensive and strap a bomb to it."

"You sure you're gonna be okay out there in your armor sir?" Rogers asked.

Felix chuckled, "Don't worry about me kid."

A Federal Soldier from behind armed his gun, pointing it at Felix. "YOU! FREEZE!" He shouted. In a split second, Felix drew a knife and threw it at the soldier hitting him perfectly in the head; He fell backwards, dropping dead instantly.

"I am fucking awesome." Felix couldn't help but whisper to himself.

Tucker was looking around the Outpost, being sneaky as he did, and he found something that looked expensive. He placed the bomb onto it, and started to arm it.

"Alright bomb, do me a favor and don't blow up in my face." He said before turning to his right, "Am I right?"

"... Who am I talking to?"

Just than he heard voices come over him.

"So he's really here?"

Tucker cursed himself before hiding himself behind the crates nearby. Two Federal Soldiers came into a view exiting from the lab building, and Tucker listened to their conversation.

"Yeah, he just came in from the city. Think he wanted to check on that kid."

"Really? Not that Freelancer they got up there?"

"Maybe, I dunno, look it up inside."

"Fuuuuuuuuck that. I'm not gonna let him catch me slacking off."

With that the troopers left; From the word Freelancer, Tucker immediately knew who they were talking about. "Wash!" Tucker said before realizing, "Wait, kid?" Before he could think more into it, he heard Felix on his comm radio.

"Tucker? What's your status?" He asked him.

Tucker replied, turning to the building where the two Federal Soldiers had come out of, "Good, it's good. Aaalmost done…"

Not a second later Tucker had entered the building. He saw only one Federal Soldier in the building in front of the computer. He snuck up behind him, arming his pistol; he placed the gun behind the guys head.

"Don't move!" He said.

"What?" The Federal Soldier said turning slightly.

"I said don't move! Turning counts as moving!"

"Uggh, fine…"

"Okay, listen carefully, I want a hard drive or something. With base locations and classified shit. And any info you've got on Agent Washington, and a kid your keeping here and some others you kidnapped awhile back."

"Okay, okay just take it easy."

The Federal Soldier did what he was told and had went ahead to get what Tucker asked for.

"Captain!" Rogers said over the radio, "We're almost done. Where are you?"

"I'm in the lab." Tucker replied, "Give me a second."

"YOU'RE WHAT!?" Felix exclaimed.

"Dude chill out, I got this." Tucker told Felix.

"Are you fucking kidding me!?" Felix said annoyed, "I specifically told you not to-"

Tucker pressed a simple button that had been connected to his radio. "Thank you mute button." Tucker said. The Federal Soldier said, getting his attention, "Alright, the files are being copied onto a hard drive."

"Sweet." Tucker said before knocking out the Federal Soldier, "Ha, ha! Look who's dumb now!"

"Hey."

"I surrender!"

"No, sir, it's me, Cunningham."

Tucker sighed with relief when he realized it was just Cunningham, "Oh right." He said.

"You turned off your radio." Cunningham pointed out, "Everything alright?"

"Yeah, sorry." Tucker said looking over to the computer, "I was kinda of in the middle of something."

"Well, we've gotta go, like now." Cunningham said.

Tucker replied, "Yes absolutely." He looked to the computer and saw that the information was almost done downloading, "Just one more minute."

"Sir, but I think the Feds are onto us."

"Okay, okay, we can gooooooooo…" Tucker looked back at the computer screen and saw that the information was done downloading. He took the memory stick from the computer and turned on his camo.

"Now!"

BANG!

Cunningham fell to the ground limp; revealing that Locus was behind the him; with two other Federal Soldiers beside him.

"Oh shit…" Was all Tucker could say.