DISCLAIMER

I do NOT own Halo and Red vs Blue. It belongs to Microsoft Studios and Rooster Teeth Productions respectively. I just own the plot.

As this is my first story, I welcome comments. Harsh ones also, but please be constructive. I'll try to improvise. HOPE YOU ENJOY!

New Recruit

Dr. Catherine Halsey walked with an individual towards the pelican that would take him to the Paris-class frigate Mother of Invention. He was just wearing the tight black suit that the Spartans wear inside the MJOLNIR armor.

'Why exactly do I need to do this? Again?' He asked.

Halsey sighed and patted the individual in the back.

'Well, in order to get the SPARTAN program and the freelancer program to cooperate, Lord Admiral Hood handpicked you to do some freelancer things to cooperate with the lancers more. That way, Spartans and Freelancers have the chance to know each other.'

'Fuck you, Hood.' He mumbled.

Halsey pointed to the pelican on front of him and smiled. 'Have a nice trip.'

'Can I strangle the Director?' The individual asked hopefully. 'I hate this.'

'No.' Halsey said sternly.

He sighed and climbed aboard the pelican. 'Welcome, new recruit.' Four Seven Niner said, punching him lightly in the arm. 'You're early. You should be here one hour later. Glad I'm always early.'

'Whatever.' He said. 'Let's go. I don't care.'

He's got attitude. Four Seven Niner thought.

'Mother of Invention, this is Four Seven Niner, I got the new recruit, requesting permission to dock.' She said.

'This is Director Leonard Church, request accepted. Welcome, recruit, to project Freelancer.'

After letting the pilot singing so many random songs that even the individual with his spartan augmentations couldn't even count the number of them, he thought about his new teammates. What would they be like? He hoped they would be like any other spartan- aggressive, efficient, and cooperative. If they are a bunch of assholes, then he wouldn't mind to kill them all and destroy the ship, and spend more time on the current war with the remnants of the Covenant and probably the Forerunners.

'Here she is. The Mother of Invention.' The pilot said. 'You should enjoy the hanger. I always keep it neat and tidy.' Four Seven Niner climbed out of the Pelican and looked around. She raised her middle finger at the guy who was moving some crates.

'NOT HERE! THERE! Fuck you, moron, just put it back where you found it.' The marine groaned and lied on the crate in defeat. Four Seven Niner pressed a button on the wall and a pod with a suit of armor came into view. It's like his old MJOLNIR Mark VI armor, just in dark blue with white streaks.

'Here. Your new armor. It's a new one, so good luck with that.' Four Seven Niner said and the hatch opened up. He watched as the armor plates floated towards him and sliding perfectly into place around his body, encasing him inside.

'Spartan, this is the director.' The director said in the COM.

'And I am Alpha.' Alpha said.

'This armor is equipped with three armor abilities: Active camo, thruster pack, and hardlight shield.' The director continued. 'Also, in here, you needed to be named Kansas. We couldn't expose your identity to the freelancers, it's too risky.'

'Why?' He asked.

'The Freelancers could not even stand being with UNSC marines, what about a Spartan, that is in the most famous team in the UNSC? No, we cannot expose your real identity.' The director explained.

'Who the fuck are you?' Came a voice from behind. Kansas turned around just to see North, South, Carolina and York. South had her hands on her hips.

'South, he's the new recruit.' Four Seven Niner said.

'Hello.' Kansas said.

'Huh, another one fighting for the leader-board. Damn, life can never be more difficult. This bitch is so fucked.' South muttered.

'What in hell did you just say?' The recruit asked. 'You don't wanna see me mad in the first day, now would ya?'

'What did you just bark, bitch?' South shouted.

'Say sorry, sis!' North said.

'Yeah, don't make new enemies that fast.' York said.

'Don't do it, south!' Carolina said. She didn't want the rookie to get hurt on his first day.

'Shut up, Carolina, you have no authority over me!' South shouted.

'You don't know the chain of command? Do not speak to your superior officer like that, lady!' The rookie shot back.

'Shut the fuck up, bitch!' South yelled and turned around, heading to the hangar doors.

'Fuck you AND your bitch mother.' The rookie shouted from behind her. South halted and turned around, furious.

'What did you say?' South asked menacingly.

'I think you clearly heard what I just said, and I meant every word in that sentence. Or are you deaf as well as dumb?'

'You wanna fight, punk?' South asked.

'You don't want to do that.' The rookie warned. 'You'll be very sorry if you do.'

'Fuck you!' South yelled, and raced towards the newbie. Her elbow flew towards his faceplate. He blocked it with one hand and quickly stepped aside. A punch in the gut and a back kick to her head made South staggering back. She grunted, and stood up straight again, but before she could even respond, the rookie's legs impacted her in the head, and successfully landed two quick punches to her gut. South dropped like a stone, still conscious, but not until the rookie stomped onto her back. South instantly blacked out. Kansas kept his fist pointed at her head.

'What the hell!' North yelled. He had never seen his aggressive sister being beaten up so fast. Most of all, if that guy managed to lay a punch on her; it means he's real good.

'Stand down. She's a fellow freelancer!' Carolina said.

'She was a threat. My mission as a freelancer is neutralize threats, not allow them to get advantage. Besides, she's not dead.' The new recruit pointed out.

'Good point.' York said.

'What in hell just happened here?!' All freelancers (except south) turned around and saw a fuming director.

Church turned towards the rookie. 'Explain, Kansas.' He said, shooting death rays at the recruit. Carolina stepped up.

'South made Kansas mad. Kansas fought South. Kansas wins.' Carolina explained briefly.

'That's effective.' Kansas mumbled.

'I know what the fuck happened here! What caused it?!' The Director shot back, flashing a glance at Carolina before facing the recruit once more.

'She was a threat. My old job is to neutralize them, as all other marines will do.' Kansas said, his voice even carrying a hint of anger. Carolina had to hand it to the new guy-he's not afraid of anything, not even a superior officer. The Director flinched uneasily.

'Do I have to remind you again you could only use force when I told you to, except in the arena?' The Director replied, calming down.

'Sorry, sir.' Kansas said.

'Dismissed. I wish that this kind of thing will never happen again.' The director said.

Carolina had never seen the director so scared before. The director is freaking out. But for what? The recruit? And the name Kansas-that was reserved. Just like Texas. She clenched her fist at the thought of the meddler. Dammit, Tex took her place in the leaderboard. She would need to make up for that.
'Agent Carolina?' Carolina was yanked out of her chain of thought by none other than the new recruit. She noticed that it wasn't the first time that he called her.
'Sorry?' Carolina asked.

'Where is my cabin?' Kansas said.

'Oh, I'll show you the way. Better get some sleep; you got a helluva day ahead of ya.' Carolina said, patting him in the back. Every recruit needed to be placed in the arena to see if he is qualified for immediate missions or needed further training. Her testing was a bit rough. She faced three top ranked agents the first day. Hope the rookie is luckier.

Next morning, Kansas walked into the arena. Carolina watched from the stand, curious about what would happen today. Usually she woulda skipped the event, but given what the rookie did last night, she wonder what the rookie have for the fellow freelancers.

'Hello, Agent Kansas. How are you?' F.I.L.L.S asked.

'Good morning, FILLS, I'm good, thanks for asking.'

'Would you like me to run through your objectives?'

'No, thank you.' Kansas said.

'Pick a top three competitor, or face three other agents.' FILLS said.

A board full of randomized names came into view.

'Better one than three, eh?' Kansas mused. 'I would like to meet this one. Better say hello.'

His finger landed right on the name. The name lit up blue.

Carolina was in shock.

'Seriously?!' South demanded.

'No way could he have bested her. No way.' North agreed.

'Let's just see where this is going, guys.' Carolina said.

'This should be interesting.' Agent Texas said from behind. York faced her.

'He's good.' York said. 'Be careful.'

'Whatever. I'll take my chances.' Texas said and jumped into the arena. Kansas cracked his knuckles and stood in a sturdy foot stance. He faced her and she began some light foot work.

'Round one. Hand-to-hand combat. Texas versus Kansas. Round start.' FILLS said. Kansas stood still, his eyes trained on Texas, while she dashed towards him and readied for her first strike. She punched straight towards the head, but to her amazement, Kansas's hand slipped to the inside of her arm and instantly pushed her fist away. Kansas's elbow dove for her faceplate, which Texas wasn't fast enough to block, making her stumble a little and backtrack a few steps. Texas was shocked about the force of this individual-her head was still spinning a little. But Kansas didn't give her time to moan about the pain, as he continued to advance on her.
Texas quickly righted herself before launching a roundhouse kick for the Rookie's face. He pushed her leg away, blocking the strike. Texas did quick round of punches and kicks at Kansas. He blocked some of them, even returning a few jabs at her. Kansas saw his opportunity when Texas threw an overpowered punch at his head, which he ducked. He swiped Texas off the floor and gave her a right uppercut, making Texas twirl into the air and hit the floor. Kansas pulled back and prepared for another strike. Texas flipped herself over and with the aid of momentum attempted to kick Kansas in the head with two feet, which he blocked with both arms, but still caught him off balance.
She saw the thin chance of that reaction and charged him, punching him with all her might. Her fist impacted his gut and Kansas skidded back 4 meters away. Energized by her combo strikes, she charged, preparing for another left hook.

An Old Chinese military strategist, Sun Tzu, once said: Know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles; if you do not know your enemies but do know yourself, you will win one and lose one; if you do not know your enemies nor yourself, you will be imperiled in every single battle.

In this scenario, Kansas had been noticing Texas's combat style once it started. Now he knew the one thing that Texas lacked. In every hand-to-hand combat he experienced, he knew that when you fight, always use your brains. Observe the other's style, and find a loophole in that style. Sure, he'd laid a few good punches on her already, but none of that is enough to beat her.

She lacked patience. She was always charging blindly towards the opponent. Charging is good on offence, but losing a great deal of aim and balance paid the price. He could use that against her. For instance, pushing her off balance.

To Texas's surprise, Kansas sidestepped. Before she could react, Kansas shoved her. She toppled to the ground. He grabbed her hand and threw her into one of the pillars. Debris of the pillar tumbled down towards the top ranked agent, burying her inside. But he knew that it wouldn't be enough to stop Agent Texas.

A big blast followed after as Agent Texas broke out and charged again. She tried a right hook followed by an upper cut. Kansas sidestepped again while blocking her attack from the right. He kneed her in the ribs, causing massive pain coursing through her body. She threw a weak punch at him again, but Kansas grabbed it, slamming her to the ground.

'What…the…hell.' Texas groaned, as she attempted to get up and fight again. She found Kansas had placed his feet onto her back.

'Fuck.' She muttered. Kansas pushed her back gently down onto the floor. She saw stars above her head, and blacked out.

'Round one complete. Point Kansas.' FILLS announced. 'Director, Agent Texas is now not in a suitable condition to fight.'

'Agent Kansas, would you be so kind to lead her to the med bay?' The director asked.

'My pleasure.' Kansas answered.

Kansas walked up to her and held her upon his shoulder. They left the arena and the doors closed.

'What the fuck is with that guy?' North asked.

'I got to admit, he's good.' South said. 'Man, I gotta shake the hand of the guy who put little miss perfect into place.'

'Yesterday you hated that guy!' Wash pointed out.

'Opinions change, dickhead.' South shot back.

'Finally, a man who can defeat her.' York laughed. 'You girls should all be scared.'

North chuckled and said. 'What did I say before, huh? Men will always be stronger than women in fighting. Ow! South! Gerroff me!'

Carolina ignored the idiots and glanced once more at the scoreboard. Her 2nd place is at risk now. Again. By the same girl. Dammit.