The time is nearly upon us. To arms fellow Red vs Bluers. To arms.

It has almost come, the day of judgement. Many months we have waited, and but now mere hours remain.

Almost has it come. The long awaited Revelation.

May our eyes feast upon the genius of thy Rooster Teeth, and our mouths fall open at the surprises that await them.

May Donut yet live and Doc return.

May Sheila return and Junior come out.

May our imaginations be fed and our minds puzzled once more.

Amen.

A tribute to the end of Red vs Blue: Recreation.

And a welcome to the start of Red vs Blue Revelation.

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Epsilon floated high above the others heads and looked over the edge of the temple at the Aliens who had gathered down the bottom. They were everywhere. They were surrounded.

And he couldn't shake this feeling that something really big was about happen.

Something massive.

Colossal.

I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Simmons continued to call to Donut, knowing deep down that he was never going to answer.

Washington had killed him.

He looked up at the Freelancer, who was standing dead still, looking blindly at a point just above Simmons's head.

What is he going to do next?

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Grif tried to calmly assess the situation that was rapidly deteriorating before his eyes. He almost wished that Simmons was here. And he had to admit, Donut. Hell, even Lopez speaking his sarcastic Spanish that no one understood.

He wished it could just go back to the old days, when life was less complicated and the blues were just some nameless jackasses who lived on the other side of that godforsaken Canyon.

If only it were that simple.

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Caboose looked down at the big, mean aliens that were having a big party at the bottom of the temple. He wondered if Church would let him go down and join them.

He loved parties. Party time was one of his favourite times. Along with Cookie time and Lemonade time. He loved all the times.

I wonder if Church has a Party time setting?

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Tucker saw no way that the current situation could get any worse. With CT dead, the aliens didn't have anyone to fight anymore. Hopefully they would realise that the asshole was their only enemy here and they could work together to seal the temple.

And they could really use the extra hands.

A pretty good plan, if it worked.

But he knew it would go exactly everyway but the way planned. That's what always happened when you add Caboose to anything.

That's if the aliens don't kill us all, first.

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Donut lay on the ground, a dull pain throbbing through his body.

Wait, this is what dying feels like? Totally lame.

Sarge stood behind the two backstabbing blues and the floating ball thingy as they all looked over the edge at the advancing alien menace.

Dirty cowards.

Surveying their enemy instead of mulling them down. Who's running this army? Didn't blue command teach them anything in basics?

Well, at the very least they could mull down Grif.

Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error! Error!

The warning lights flashed everywhere inside Lopez's helmet.

He had been shot by that Washington guy.

Wait, didn't Simmons say he was their friend?

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Wash looked past Simmons, who was trying desperately and unsuccessfully to revive his pink friend.

He looked past the green and blue and apparent serenity of the Valhalla base.

He even tried to forget the Meta's less than comforting presence at his side.

He closed his eyes and remembered back to his recent meeting with the mysterious Commander.

He had made himself a promise.

What in the hell makes you think I'm going to ask for it.

So close to Revelation.

I just know I'm not going to sleep tonight