Bam! Bam! Bam! The sounds of firing guns echoed loudly within the ship as the sound of screams echoed along the corridors. The single man clutched the rifle to his chest, not quiet believing what was happening- he had been warned, but that was completely different from what they were facing.

"Master Chief! What do we do?"

The Spartan head turned to look at the marine clutching his rifle. The man had a particularly panicked look behind his helmet-

BAM! The question was left unanswered as an unlucky shot of plasma ripped through the young marines head, leaving behind an empty, gaping hole. Master Chief didn't freeze as he aimed and fired, killing the grunt. He needed to find the leader, so that way the Grunts would all simply run off. Where was the elite-

The ship shuddered unexpectedly, and the man froze as the scream of tortured, twisting metal assaulted his ears. "That can't be good-

The ships shaking grew more violent. Crap, I bet we're falling onto a planet-

Brutes began backing up; looking fearfully at each other as Master Chief rose out from behind the boxes he was hiding behind. There were a few that turned to flee, before the ship swung to one side, sending all off-balanced. Beyond the hallway master Chief could hear the swearing and cursing of several different Marines, still alive through some small miracle.

"Master Chief! We're not doing so well, the Grunts destroyed a couple of the controls and oh CRAP!" Screams echoed along the hallway, and the sound of meaty chunks of flesh hitting against the wall.

Master Chief checked his gun, checking to see how many bullets were left, before grabbing the dead marines gun, leaving behind his nearly empty one. He placed one hand against the wall for support, before taking a deep breath, and silently charging the grunts.

The grunts parted like the proverbial Red Sea, scrambling to get out of his way as they attempted desperately to find someone in command, or simply get out of the way of the 'Demon'.

Footsteps pounded along the hallway, and as Master Chief passed by a window, his eyes darted out to the planet they were beginning to undoubtedly crash into. He was uncertain which planet this was, but there was a box canyon below him. He could see two bases, identical to each other as far as he could.

He could've sworn he saw a flash of red- but that was insane, wasn't it? He had heard about the 'Red and Blue' simulation war, but that was over now. Correct? And why would someone build two bases in a box canyon?

The ship, pointedly, shuddered again. Master Chief shook his head, reminding himself now wasn't the time to sit there and think of nothing while there still might be a few marines left-

Master Chief could've sworn he saw the flash of another ship, right below him, before he had hurried on. It was doubly silly of course. If there was a ship right below him, why hadn't they moved?

He was thinking too much. With a firm mouth, Master Chief moved his seven-foot bulk down the hallway with surprising agility to the grunts. One of the grunts peeked out the window a moment later, and gasped. A fellow grunt looked out the window, and fainted, just as the sound of two ships crashing echoed loudly down the hallway to the stunned Master Chief.

It seemed like today was his day to be completely wrong.

0o0o0o0o0

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! MY KID! YOU KILLED MY KID!" The Aqua armored soldiered screamed at the maniacally chuckling Red armored man. "WE WERE JUST BEGINNING TO BOND!"

"Shut up Tucker! It wasn't your kid, because you were never pregnant, and he just killed Tex!"

"BUT CHURCH! THAT WAS MY KID!"

"Tucker, I swear, if you don't cut it out with the crying, sobbing, and the caps lock, I will kill you now!" The hapless blue clad man roared.

The orange armored man looked down, complaining, "Where was the boom? What happened to the boo-"

KABOM! The head jerked up again, "Aww, I missed it! Can we do that again?"

The red man cackled maniacally again. "Too late Grif. Simmons, prep up the Warthog, we're getting out of here-"

"Of course sir! I'll do it immediately!"

"Suck up." Grif muttered under his breath as he kicked at a small rock. He debated taking off his helmet and having a smoke for a moment, before remembering that they were all out of cigarettes. "Aww man, no cigarettes, the ho-ho's are all gone… why won't anything go right today?"

"Yes, why won't anything go right indeed?" Came back the angry mutter, "Your Sarge just killed Tex!"

"Hey, don't look at me, Sarge has been trying to kill me for years!"

Grif sighed as the Warhog pulled up, Simmons sitting in the drivers seat. "Grif, get in! Unless you'd rather walk- never mind, Simmons, let's get going! We'll leave behind Grif and Donut to deal with the Reds. Let's go!"

"Um, sir. I don't think Donut is accompanying us anyways."

"WHAT?"

Simmons pointed to where the pink clad Donut and the bright blue man stood, chatting together amenably. Tucker continued screaming about his kid in the background, before Church at last turned around and began shooting, the shadow-

"Wait, why is there a shadow? There hasn't been a shadow like this in years-"

The yellow clad woman pointed up. "Wow, look at that brother! It looks like two ships have crashed into each other and are falling towards us-"

Grif suddenly rediscovered several things. He could in fact move fast, he could still run, and that he was actually stronger theen he looked. With a speed that stunned everyone around him, he grabbed his sister, threw her in the Warthog, and shoved Simmons out of the way to step on the gas pedal himself.

There was only time for screams, before the warthog was zooming off. Church gaped up at it for a few moments more, before leaving off shooting at Tucker and starting to run for safety. "Donut! Caboose! LOOK OUT!" He roared.

The two men didn't hear him, as Caboose sniffled, "I want orange juice. And cookies."

"I have some cookies back in base. You want to share?"

"Really, you mean it?"

"Of course."

"But mama always said that I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers." Caboose stared up at Donut with huge big puppy eyes- Donut could see it even behind the visor.

"Don't worry about it, really! I'm not a stranger anyways. Remember, we fought against O'Malley together-"

"O'Malley? I remember him. He wasn't so nice." The last sentence was said in a loud whisper, as if the A.I. were somewhere close enough to hear.

"CABOOSE! DONUT! MOVE!" Church whipped out his Sniper rifle, and began firing. Instinctively the two men cowered together, knowing they'd be safe staying where they were rather then attempting to run away. "CAN'T YOU SEE ABOVE YOU?"

"Of course not." Caboose said slowly, as if talking to someone stupid. "If I could see above me, I'd be a fly. Or an insect. And since I am human, I cannot see above me. Or wait… am I human?"

Caboose turned to look at Donut, whose head had tilted back to look at the sky, and the two big ships blocking the usually cloudless blue sky. His mind, too frozen to actually register what was going on, rerouted itself to the plan Sarge ordered him to do.

He threw his arms up in the air, and began running around in circles, screaming like a little girl. "Donut, run this way!"

Donut paid no attention to the exasperated shout, as his shrieks completely blocked out all sound.

WHOOMPH! The ships landed with a loud, careening crash, right over both Donut and Caboose. Simmons sighed. "I suppose someone will have to go into the underground caves and retrieve the two."

"I say Grif should go. Maybe the same people who attacked him last time will attack him again, and he'll finally be killed."

"Sarge, really, I think maybe I should go. After all, knowing Grif he's likely to just lay back and sleep while waiting for them to come to him…" Simmons instantly intervened. Grif made a rude gesture, as his sisters' voice came from the back.

"Brother, I didn't know you could still pick me up! You said you'd never pick me up again after the whole Cheerleading incident where I was like so totally-" Sister blathered on, as Simmons began to trudge away to retrieve Donut and Caboose.

The sound of tapping from the ships made those on either side freeze in surprise however. "What the H-"

Churchs voice drifting over the separating hunk of metal was interrupted by Sarges, "Dibs!"

"No! Darnit! Crap, I forgot about the Dibs system for a moment! Argh, Tucker, if your kid is in there, I'm killing i-"

There was a few choice curse words propelled across the empty air as a 'Bow-chika-honk-honk' and the sounds of a happily crying Tucker reached Red Teams ears. "So, does that mean Andy didn't go off?"

"Church! Church! I swear Church, I will kill you for installing that bomb on this ship!" The woman's enraged scream, followed shortly by O'Malley's voice.

"Who was the idiot driving the ship? Didn't he realize that I was signaling for him to turn! Computer, tell me who's supposed to be in that ship."

The Reds slowly circled around the ship to find Church nearly being strangled by a black-armored woman, as Tucker hugged Junior close.

In the background they could see a confused looking purple armored man. "O'Malley, why don't you get into Doc for a moment while me and Tex talk-" Church managed to strangle out.

O'Malley snorted in Tex's voice. "And why would I want to do that?"

"We're going to be talking about some relationship stuff-"

There was a burst of static, before Docs voice drifted across the comm. links within. "Hey, O'Malley, you're back! Thank goodness, my head felt so empty without you-"

"Shut up you fool! Now, I want to know what happened to my ship! Lopez! Lopez!"

"Si Senor?" Came back the reluctant voice of the robot.

"I want a new robot army built that can conquer these fools in an hour. And no mistakes this time!"

"No era mi avería. Usted era el quién dijo que él deseó un "día" de la victoria, no una "hora" de la Victoria." (Translation: It's not my fault. You said you wanted a 'day' of victory, not an 'hour' of victory.)

"It's Ok Lopez, I'm sure that it was a learning experience for all." Doc said happily only to have O'Malley begin shrieking at him.

Tex glowered at Chruch, finally leaving off strangling him. "Alright Church, why didn't you let us go, and why did you put this stupid bomb-" She aimed at kick at the thing, receiving a protest in return "-in Sheila?"

Sheila's voice penetrated the air, "Lopez, Lopez, are you alright?"

Sarge groaned. "Was it too much to ask that you brought along something to kill with you?"

The door hatch opened, and all turned to look at the massive horde of odd-looking things that spilled out of the hatch. The things stopped, looking at them, before looking behind them, obviously trying to decide which was safer, being inside or being outside.

At last they decided inside was safer, and made a mad dash for it. The sound of a gun shooting drifted out, and Church shook off his stunned gaze. "C'mon, we gotta kill these things! No telling what they are!"

"Grif! Get your butt over here and start protecting me from plasma bursts! Simmons, suck-up at will!"

"Yes sir! You always have excellent plans Sir!"

"Good- Donut- Oh crud, I forgot. Donut's squashed. Oh well, Doc! I need you do me a favor and run around in circles screaming like a girl for me!"

"Why, certainly Sarge! Here O'Malley, help me out! One, two-"

O'Malley screeched, "No you fool! Can't you see that you'll just embarrass yourself?"

Doc ignored the negative comment as he threw his head back and let out a girly scream that would've made Donut go green in envy. "Alright now, Charge!"

"WAIT!" Church screamed, before it was too late. Sarge had gone charging in, all guns blazing and firing away like crazy.

Grif instantly began trying to sneak away, along with Tucker, before a black clad woman stepped into their line of sight, holding a rifle, coolly pointed at them. "Alright you lot, get moving."

Tucker and Grif both groaned as one, before turning around, unslinging their weapons to point it at the scary ship. Tucker hastily tried to come up with an excuse. "Hey, Tex, I just remembered, I have a phone call I have to make-"

"Haha, very funny. Keep moving. You're eight hundred years in the future. Don't try to fool me."

"Alright then, I only have one thing left to say." Tucker took a deep breath, looking down at Junior.

They both spoke as one.

"Bow-chicka-bow-wow!"

The ricochet of bullets followed the green armored man into the ship.


a/n: Yeah, this takes place shortly before Halo 3, so no Cortena, and in the RvB verse, this takes place shortly before Reconstruction. No, no cursing. I don't do cursing. Sorry to all those who like cursing, and think it's an integral part (it is, but I just don't do cursing).