Fifteen years had passed.

Fifteen years since a robotic wolf ended up in the desert.

Fifteen years since he and his family made friends with the people there.

Fifteen years since they defeated two evils that roam the multiverse.

Fifteen years...a lot can change within that time...

Since their departure from this world, things have gone for worse for the mercenaries down at Teufort. A malfunction with Respawn killed the entire BLU team, and as a result the RED team was dismissed from their jobs. With the exception of the RED Engineer and Pyro, each merc left the town to pursuit another career.

Now with each merc living a life of a civilian, it would seem that life would be normal for once for RED.

But then again...when were these mercs ever normal in the first place?


Allied Log Book

Dimension: 324-014

Planet: 12-Goldilocks (Allied HQ)

Time: 05:23

Date: Unknown

Threat Level: BLACK (Imminent or active danger)

Transmission start...

'radio static'

Ground Commander: Headquarters to ISDF- all ships please check in.

Admiral Jacob: S.S Orion here.

Admiral Saul: S.S Juniper a-ok.

Admiral Laurel: S.S Alpine reporting in!

Admiral Evan: S.S Mars is here.

Ground Commander: Anything going on up there, Admirals?

Saul: No sir, we haven't seen anything that entered the perimeter. It's actually quite quiet up here.

Evan: Yeah...too quiet. I'll run a scan again to make sure we never missed anything.

Laurel: So how's life down there Commander?

Ground Commander: Ehh, it's ok. Kinda boring as well. Ever since the Federation was shook up fifteen years ago, the guys haven't had much to do.

Jacob: I agree, but I wonder what happened to them anyways after they ran off...

Evan: Uh oh.

Ground Commander: What is it, you pick up something?

Evan: Yeah...more like somethings.

Laurel: Our scanners just picked something up too. Holy crap...

Ground Commander: Is it Federation-

Jacob: No...

'BOOM!'

Ground Commander: What was that?

Evan: That was the S.S Juniper! Something just took her down! S.S Mars to S.S Juniper come in! Saul? Anyone?!

Jacob: Multiple warships inbound! I repeat! Multiple warships inbound!

'BOOM!'

Laurel: SHIT!

Ground Commander: Alpine are you ok?

Laurel: Yes we are. Luckily our shields blocked most of the damage.

Ground Commander: ISDF get your asses out of there! Do not engage, you are outnumbered!

Evan: Affirmative!

Ground Commander: This is Ground Commander radioing out to all channels. Allied HQ is under attack. I repeat Allied HQ is under attack. Threat Level is code BLACK. This is not a drill!

'radio static'

Transmission end...