A/N: While I have titled this fanfiction as Season 14, I am aware that there is already a season 14 for Red vs. Blue with various episodes in production and some out from Rooster Teeth. I simply titled it as such since I believe doing mini-stories should have been more of a spin-off than an actual season.

Considering the emotional ending and that horrendous cliff-hanger from Season 13, season 14 should have been a continuation of the story. Them having mini-stories as season 14 after the bombastic season 13 really tends to break the immersion factor for me.

Therefore thanks to the beauty of fanfictions, I can go ahead and make my own story for maybe at least two seasons to satisfy that thirst, until Rooster Teeth comes out with the official continuation anyways.

As for the writing the characters, I have done my best to remain in character as much as possible (at least my understanding of these characters). Also, there won't be much in the way of author's note from now on unless there is something specific and vocal that requires attention.

Upload schedule is basically I upload on a chapter completion basis. When a chapter is completed, I will upload it.

The characters, the copyrights, and the trademarks behind "red vs. blue" belong to its respective owners, namely Rooster Teeth. I only came up with the storyline in which I chucked these characters and locations into.

Prologue

As the Blood Gulch crew all stood united faced with an imminent threat separated only by two metal doors, they all firmly pointed their weapons towards it. Tucker activated his alien sword with his A.I. companion beside him. "Hey, uh, I just want you guys to know that, out of everyone I have ever met… I hate you all the least."

The blue armored soldier smirked at his friend's words and his lack of ability to honestly express his words. "See you on the other side, Church."

Just as the enemy soldiers began to solder off the second door, time seemed to slow down around them all down to a millisecond. Church threw away his sniper rifle as it disintegrated into thin air and turned around facing them all with a sigh. "Not this time, buddy."

Delta pixilated behind Church concerned at his decision. "Are you…sure about this?"

"I'm sure…start a recording for me D."

"Recording," said Delta as he vanished running the appropriate subroutines. Church turned back to the crew. "Hey guys... if you're hearing this then it means you did it. You won. You kicked the shit out of Hargrove's forces. I knew you could. But this is my last stop…"

The doors burst open and flew to the two sides of the room. The AIs quickly got to work on activating the shield in Meta's armor. It easily deflected all bullets back to the shooters. Many sustained bullet wounds and lay on the floor crying in pain. As the shield died down, the Blood Gulch crew opened fire on any of the remaining forces in their sights.

Mowing down as many as they could with their shots, Tucker activated the speed unit with Eta and Iota's aid. Rushing past the two remaining soldiers he pushed past one causing the soldier to fly off hard into the wall. The other was on the unfortunate end of Tucker's alien sword. "Stab!"

All enemy soldiers were down. Tucker admired their handy work and studied the armor in awe.

"Oh man I really could get used to this! Check it out, aren't I a badass?" he asked striking a pose meant to show off his muscles outlined by the armor. Grif simply let out a groan of annoyance. "Yeah! Yeah! Very flashy, now let's get a move on! We still got Hargrove to take care of!"

"Good point, but how do we get to him?" asked Simmons looking around for a way out. The blast doors F.I.L.I.S.S. lowered before were now partially broken with a hole through them all. Donut walked through the hole. "Come on guys, lets' go get our man! No matter how deep the hole, double O Donut always finds his man!"

"Right…," Sarge replied uncomfortably before running past his subordinate. Tucker followed the group, but noticed a severe headache coming on. An audible groan of displeasure escaped him. Doc looked back asking. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing…just a headache. Although Church seems to be awfully quiet."

"Maybe running the suit took too much effort and he just needs to rest," Simmons theorized.

Maybe, pondered Tucker as they continued to fight all the way up to the deck. Finally they came face to face with the mastermind behind the Chorus tragedy. Sarge raised his shotgun at the defenceless, stone faced old man. "Freeze scumbag!"

The chairman simply raised his arms with an amused smile. "Do you simulation troopers really think you can make a difference by placing me under arrest? It is only a matter of time before this ship falls down and takes all of us down with it."

"Uh…what he say?" Grif asked with a worrisome tone. The chairman's face brightened with an air of superiority. "Oh did I not tell you before that I have this ship on a timer to cease operating and descend to its destruction? Well by my calculations that time should soon be coming to a close."

"[OH SHIT]," said Lopez with Simmons and Doc quickly scrambling to the main control panel. Donut approaches the chairman and tells him to stick his hands behind his back. "Good thing I retrieved those special handcuffs from the mercenary before, they sure do come in handy."

"Oh no!" shouted Simmons getting everyone's attention.

"What? What is it?" Sarge rushed over to Simmons' position. Simmons continued to fiddle with the controls but it was increasingly apparent that there was nothing that could be done. Just as the crew was about to break down into an all sense of hopelessness, they saw their rescue ship approaching.

"Aw score!" shouted Grif making his way for the exit. Caboose looked over at Grif asking curiously. "What did you score in? No one told me we were playing games, I want to play games!"

"Come on men, move! Double time it!" ordered Sarge with the whole crew retreating down to the shuttle deck with their prisoner in hand. As the ship landed, Tucker quickly rushed towards Carolina explaining the situation. "Order the soldiers out of the area!"

"Why?" asked Kimball over the radio. Carolina looked at the others who were trying to catch their breath. Grif looked towards her breathing hard. "Let's just say that Chorus is going to be getting a big unwelcomed surprise soon in the form of a spaceship falling on top of it."

"Oh no," Kimball whispered quickly making an announcement for retreat. She hoped that many would be able to get out. Washington and Carolina helped the crew aboard, while Washington also made sure to keep a close eye on Hargrove. Just as their ship took off, the spaceship began to descend to its demise. Hargrove looked at the ship as it exploded upon contact leaving a huge scar on the planet. He closed shut his eyes in defeat. So many years of careful manipulation and planning, all of it undone so easily. Now I sit here in handcuffs with nothing to show for my actions, no longer does a reason exist for me to continue fighting.

Lopez held out a data disk to Washington.

"What's this?" the ex-Freelancer took the disk and inserted it into a portable device scanner. Upon quick examination, it was a copy of F.I.L.I.S.S., or better known as Sheila to the crew. Carolina stared at the huge explosion and tightened her grip on the bars. "Everyone brace for post explosion wave!"