Love, Red vs. Blue Style
My first fan fiction, tell me what ya'll think and I'll listen.
Disclaimer, I don't own RvB or any that kind of stuff. I just had an idea and went for it. So here it is.
Chapter 1
Red Team
"Morning" in Valhalla was as it always has been, bright and sunny, much to the confusion of the local village idiots known as the Reds and Blues. On the Red side of the canyon the day started like any other day.
"Grif! Get up meat sack, morning run! Let's go Donut, and get those curlers out of your hair!" Sarge burst in, already wearing his standard red armor, which covered his stocky build, cold brown eyes, square rugged face that had numerous scars and sported a silver military style haircut
"I'll get 'em up sir," Simmons gladly offered. He was already up, his maroon armor covering his thin body and he had his helmet off not covering his thin face and black hair with his glasses over his brown eyes.
"Thanks Simmons, if Grif doesn't get up you have my permission to pour cold water on him. Wait scratch that, boiling hot water, hehe."
"Will do sir."
"Alright assholes I'm up!" Grif angrily groaned, sliding out of his cot and started to put his Orange armor on. His rather flabby but not fat build gave Sarge headaches and his soft facial features and long brown hair were according to Sarge, "unbecoming of a soldier."
"Grrr…" Sarge groaned.
"What's wrong Sarge? You wanted to pour that boiling water on him didn't you?"
"I had it set out to boil too."
"Hey Sarge how do you get up so early?" Donut asked, while gingerly unwrapping his tiny male hair curlers, "I mean, you're always ready to go so early and you hardly have time to get ready."
Donut's body was well trimmed but not intimidating in any way. His blonde hair was even more so, and his soft blue eyes had an almost feminine look to them.
"Not everyone uses the bathroom for half an hour brushing their eyebrows and lashes Donut!" Simons immediately responded.
"Hey, I have to take care of these lashes, and I don't understand why you guys don't let me brush your eyebrows and eyelashes," Donut huffed putting his hands on his hips defensively.
"Donut! We've been through this before, I don't want you touching me with that thing you call a brush!" Grif yelled, grabbing his helmet.
"Can it! I wanted you dirt bags outside two minutes ago!" Sarge bellowed over the argument.
"Why do you say that Sarge, 'two minutes ago' what the fuck does that mean?" Grif retorted, "Sir."
"It's just how we say things in the military, not that I would expect you to understand numb nuts." Sarge grumbled matter-of-factly, walking out of the room and grabbing his shotgun from next to his cot.
The rest of the Reds fell out one by one outside into the bright Valhalla morning sunshine. Once the last of them were assembled they started off on their usual route, with weapons magnetized to their backs. With Sarge zealously leading the way the Red team moved off at a steady pace, with Simmons keeping pace with Sarge, complimenting his stamina whenever he wasn't yelling at Grif to keep up, then there was Donut following ten yards behind Simmons and taking every opportunity to pick any flowers to his liking, and last there was Grif, in the back wheezing and panting, struggling to keep up much Sarge's discontent. They ran along the creek bed then turned halfway then circled back around the base of the cliff back to Red Base where they stopped to wait for Grif and then continued around while hugging the other cliff face and then turned back once they reached Tex's crashed ship and then down the hill back to the overhang over the creek and finished back at Red Base.
"Alright now men and Grif, let's eat breakfast then we have a staff meeting at 0900, be there."
Grumbles and low "yes sirs" came from the tired Red Team as they filed inside except for Sarge, who walked to the top of the base near the number 2 grav lift and zoomed in on the quiet Blue Base across the canyon that was just waking up. Sarge checked his mission clock as he saw a Cobalt armored soldier go to his own perch next to his grav lift and fired a single shot with a Sniper Rifle. As usual, the shot missed left and an inaudible series of curses emanated from the opposite side of the canyon.
"Better luck next time Blue!" Sarge yelled back.
Blue Team
"Hey fuck you Red! Caboose messes with this thing!" Church screamed back.
"Oh sure!" Sarge yelled back.
Church watched him disappear behind the hill into his own base, ending the daily encounter. Church grumbled under his breath and did the same walking down the ramp into his base where his team was already fixing breakfast. As usual, Caboose was trying to fix pancakes using manila folders thinking they were just dehydrated pancakes, but failing to do so Tucker was forced to stop him and heat up some MRE's for them. Tex was sharpening a knife in the corner instead of the usual gun cleaning. She had her helmet off, letting her shoulder length red hair spill onto her black armor and hiding her deep green eyes Church loved. Sister was still asleep with a hangover. Caboose's size made him all the clumsier adding to his stupidity. But his young face and sloppy brown hair hinted at his naïve attitude and easy-going nature.
"How far were you this time?" Tex taunted as soon as Church entered.
"Fuck off, and I made him flinch this time."
"Sure you did," Tucker, as always, piled on. He wore Teal armor that hid his dark skin and finely featured face and brown eyes.
"Church, I made pancakes for you, they caught on fire. Here," Caboose offered a plate of burnt paper with syrup extinguishing most of the flames.
"Caboose how many times do I have to tell you that pancakes are made from batter not fucking paper?" Church yelled.
Before Caboose could respond the radio began crackling from the corner.
"Come in Outpost 17-B, this is Command over."
"Great," Church groaned as he grabbed the radio mic," This is Blue Base, what do you want?"
"Stand-by for an important report Blue Base," the female voice said, annoyed.
"Standing by, as if I have anything better to do."
"What was that?"
"Uhh, nothing, go 'head Command."
"There's been a radiation leak at Outpost 13-B and we had to pull the Blues out of there and we decided to send them to your base, they'll be landing at exactly 1200 hours, over." The female voice said.
"Reinforcements? Hell yeah!" Church yelled out loud.
"Alright then, Command out," and the call quickly terminated.
Church turned around to see the whole kitchen staring at him, including Sister who had just gotten up and was standing in the entranceway wearing nothing but a tank top and panties with her blonde hair hanging everywhere it may be, which then attracted Tucker's attention. She was an almost exact copy of Grif except for her thin curvy frame and petite facial features. Church just couldn't hold in his excitement so he just blurted.
"Clean up guys we have some new recruits flying in today!" Church ordered, expecting to be taken seriously.
"So?" Tucker asked, "unless they have chicks I'm not doin' shit."
"I would assume so dumbass, knowing you, you'll need all the help you can get," Tex teased.
But as Tucker opened his mouth to answer base shook as a Pelican Dropship blazed overhead. The Blues dropped what they were doing and ran outside, and watched as a Pelican began descending with a massive Scorpion Tank slung underneath it.
"We get another tank, sweet!" Tucker whooped.
"But Sheila, she is all I need, I will never leave her!" Caboose pouted.
Their excitement lasted for all of ten more seconds as the Scorpion detached and the Pelican's bays opened up and out stumbled 5 Reds.
"OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK?"
What do you guys think? Please don't talk about length, that's just my style of writing. I am open to suggestions and I'm currently debating whether to give the Reds a Freelancer like the Blues.
