Spot the New Guy
Chapter One:
My first story, so be gentle! If I get good reviews I'll continue.
"Yeah, OK, talk to you later Vic," said Church. The 28-year-old Spartan sighed.
He had just got a call from Vic, their annoying communication officer, telling Church that they were about to get a new soldier. Great, he thought, a new idiot to feed. Sister, the last soldier they got, was a moron. "Tucker!" Church yelled, "Get over here!"
"I'm coming!" Tucker yelled back. The teal soldier walked up the ramp to the roof. "What do you want?" he muttered.
"We're getting a new recruit," Church replied. Tucker quickly looked up.
"Is it a girl?" he asked eagerly.
"Hell as I know. Wait, I thought you liked Sister?" Church asked.
"Hey, the more girls you got the better."
"Whatever," Church mumbled.
Two days later, Church woke up to the noise of a Pelican drop ship flying overhead. He put on a T-shirt and some shorts and went up to the roof. The Pelican hovered a few feet above the ground in front of the base. Out of the cargo hold appeared a gray colored Spartan. The new guy walked up the ramp and greeted Church.
"Hi," he said.
"Hey," replied Church, "what's your name?"
"Lieutenant Axel."
Lieutenant, Church thought, that means he outranks me. After all, Church had never been officially promoted to captain. But he wasn't going to tell Axel that. "Uh, yeah, I'm Captain Church."
Axel was about to say something, but then Tucker came up the ramp. "Dang it! He's a guy. Oh yeah I'm Tucker."
"How could you tell?" Axel asked.
"I've got good eyesight." The commotion had caught the attention of Caboose and Sister.
"Hey, who's the new gray guy?" said Sister.
"New gray guy?" said Axel confusedly.
"She's colorblind," muttered Church.
"And I am Church's best friend," said Caboose.
"No, you're not!"
"Yes I am. He just doesn't want to admit it," Caboose whispered. Just then Tex decided to show up.
"What are all you losers doing up here?" she asked, obviously agitated. She looked at Axel.
"Who the heck are you?" she asked instantly.
"Axel."
"Where are you from?"
"Norway."
"Well, I'll show you to your room," said Church.
Well, he's not a moron, thought Church. It was the next morning, and everyone was getting ready for their jobs. "Alright, Axel, I'll take you on patrol duty," said Church. "That way you can see red base."
"Aha!" cried Tucker. "Now you won't be able to use the sniper rifle!"
"Actually, I found this other sniper rifle."
"Thanks Church." Tucker just stared. ".Heck? Dude, why didn't you tell me you found one!?"
Church shrugged. "Must have slipped my mind."
Pretty soon the gray and cobalt Spartans were standing on the ledge overlooking Red Base. "You see that red one? Yeah. That's Sarge the leader. The maroon one is Simmons, a kiss up. The orange guy is Grif, he's pretty crafty. He's a lot like me. The light red one, that's Donut."
Axel squinted. "What, you mean the pink one?"
Church looked at him, confused. "That's not pink, its more, light red."
"Church, trust me, that's pink."
"Well whatever. Anyway, that's the Red team. Don't worry, these guys are pathetic."
"Oh are we?" said a voice to their right.
Axel and Church turned around to find Sarge and Simmons pointing their guns towards them.
"Aw, crap," muttered Axel.
"Drop your weapons," Sarge commanded.
The two blues let their weapons drop too the ground.
"You, gray guy, take off your helmet," Simmons said. Axel slowly but surely, reached up to his head, and pulled his helmet off. Church finally got to see his face. He had short blond hair, barely reaching down to the middle of his ear. His bangs were about a half-inch long. His hair was a sort of a buzz cut. His blue eyes and pale face were signs that he was about in his late twenties.
"So.....what are you going to do to us?
"Well, chuckled Sarge, have you guys met a firing squad?
