It was an ordinary day on the red team. The sun was shining, Sarge was giving orders with Donut only too happy to obediently fulfill the mindless tasks he was told to do while Grif and Simmons stood guard.
"Hey" Simmons suddenly said, and Grif was already inconceivably angry about what Simmons was about to ask. "Why are we out here?" He was about to say something when a shadow zoomed in front of them. "What the fuck was that?"
"WHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They suddenly heard, the shadow zipping past them again, the over their heads before the area in front of the base exploded.
"What in—" Sarge and Donut looked up at the ship; it looked like a great pair of black bat wings with blood red edges. The top opened and a gold soldier, accented with carvings, and rubies on certain points, jumped up.
"WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She creamed. "FUCK YEAH!!!!!! WHOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"What the fuck—it's a fucking chick!" Grif exclaimed.
"WHOOOOO!!!!!!! YEAH!!! WE'RE DOOMED!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Wh—"
The red base exploded.