I do not own Red vs. Blue or it's characters. Rooster Teeth does. They rock.
Author's note:
Thanks for reading this. I'm feel like I'm an okay writer so please no hate. Jamie is one of my many OCs that I've created. If you like my writing I'll post other stories. PS. my punctuation is not the best.
Jamie Garcia. My mother said my name was like a name in a fairy tale. Little Jamie. The princess in the fairy tales. I grew up. I became the hero, the prince. I wasn't the damsel in distress. Well, I used to be the damsel before I met a super lazy and stupid guy. He's awesome. This is the story of how I became the hero.
Command told me I was being assigned to a base. Some place called Blood Gulch. Never heard of it. They said they were outnumbered. The other team had one more soldier. They were going to send me in as the extra member of the squad. I grabbed a bag with some clothes and other toiletries. I took the knife my mom gave me before joining the army. I headed for the loading bay of the little base on Earth where I signed up to be in the army. I hopped on my transport to Blood Gulch and waited for Command to give me more info about this place. By the way, Blood Gulch is not the most inviting name. Command told me I was going to be apart of the Red team. There were 3 guys on that team. No girls. Perfect. I was going to be treated differently. That always happens. I'll pretend I'm a boy then. My friends have done that before. I switched on my voice modulator and I sounded so masculin. The ship landed. I waved to the Pilot and got off the ship. I walked to the nearest base. It had red flags on it so I guess this is the red base. I walked in the base and saw an orange-colored soldier sitting on a couch eating Oreos and watching TV. He didn't notice me come in.
"Hello." I said.
He looked up at me.
"Sup." he said stuffing another Oreo in his mouth.
"You the new soldier?" he asked after swallowing the Oreo.
"Yeah." I said.
"Well, welcome to this stupid canyon or living hell." he mumbled
"Where is everyone?" I asked looking around.
"Outside playing with a robot kit." he said pointing to a door.
"Thanks." I sighed.
I knew he was going to be the most trouble. God help me. I walked outside and saw maroon and red armored men. I approached them.
"Whatcha working on?" I looked at the pile of robot parts.
"Trying to build a robot." said the maroon soldier.
"You're not doing it right." I mumbled.
"Speak up son! We can't understand you." exclaimed the red soldier.
"I said you're not doing it right." I said grabbing a wrench and working on the robot.
I worked on the robot while the 2 soldiers watched me in awe. I started getting hot. Most people would be like 'What about the fans in your helmet?' Well, mine broke a couple of years ago. I needed to take off my helmet but then they would see I'm a girl. Risk people knowing I'm a girl or be super sweaty and hot. I thought about. I took my helmet off and my light golden brown hair fell on my shoulders. I could literally hear the 2 gasp behind me. I turned and looked at them.
"Got a problem?" I asked sternly.
"No!..No. Nothing." stuttered the maroon soldier.
I went back to the robot.
"What's your names?" I asked not looking back at them.
"I-I'm Simmons." stuttered someone. I'm guessing it was the maroon one. He was stuttering a second ago.
"I'm Sarge." said the other one.
I finished the inner mechanisms of the robot and handed the wrench I was holding back to Simmons.
"The inner workings are done. All that's left is the outer shell." I said walking back into the base.
I walked into the base and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen. I looked over at the orange soldier. Still eating Oreos and watching TV.
"Don't do much do you?" I questioned.
"No." he said looking up at me noticing my hair and how I was a girl. He looked surprised.
"Yes. I'm a girl. Shocking!" I said sarcastically "Where can I put my stuff?"
"Ask Simmons." he grunted.
"What's your name by the way." I asked.
"Grif. And you are…" he said waiting for my to finish his sentence.
"Garcia." I said walking back outside. I walked up to Simmons.
"Where should I put my stuff?" I asked.
"Sarge and I share a room so you can bunk with Grif." he said sounding somewhat sad.
I cursed under my breath.
"Whatever." I said walking back into the base.
This is just perfect. I get to share a room with a lazy guy. That room is probably a fucking mess. Damn. I doubt he going to be pleased. I saw him on the couch. He still hasn't moved.
"Hey roomie." I said sarcastically.
"Fuck no." Grif said glaring at me.
"I don't want to be sharing a room either." I said walking down the hall of rooms. I found the one that said Grif. I walked in and saw it was messy but not as messy as I imagined. I left all my stuff in my bag because I wasn't going to take stuff out of any drawers of the dresser. Who knows what's in there. I at least cleaned off the free bed. I sat on the bed and looked through my bag. I found a picture I put in the bag a long time ago. It was a picture of my mom, me and my older brother Leo before he went in the army. Mom and I haven't heard from him in a long time. I hope he's alright. I miss him. He is the reason I'm in the army.
"You comfortable?" I looked up and saw Simmons in the doorway.
"Yeah. I'm fine." I said.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
I noticed I was crying. This happens a lot when I think of Leo or when I think about my past. My brother and I had to take care of ourselves. My mother used to drink and go to clubs after our dad left us. I really missed Leo.
"Yeah. Just thinking of home." I said with a small chuckle.
"If you want to talk…" he said
"No. I'm fine." I said quickly not wanting to talk about my dysfunctional family.
"Okay." he said walking away.
I looked back down at the tear stained picture. Please be okay I prayed. I walked back into the kitchen and grabbed 2 beers. I walked into the lounge area. Grif was still there. Does he ever move? I handed him a beer.
"Thanks." he said.
"No prob." I responded.
I opened the beer cap with my lucky knife. Grif held out his bottle like he wanted me to do the same. I reluctantly did the same on his bottle. I took a large drink of the beer. Grif did the same. I burped. Grif just looked at me.
"Sorry." I said.
He let out a loud burp.
"I really don't give a fuck." he said.
We finished our beers in silence except the occasional burp by one of us. After finishing my beer, I got up and threw the bottle away then headed back to the room. I grabbed a small towel and wrapped it around my neck. I left the base for a jog around the canyon. I was jogging for 20 minutes or so when a figure approached me. When I looked back to see who was coming up behind me when I got hit in the head and everything went black.
