"Bloody asteroids!" Wyoming thought, hearing a large BANG come from the top of his pelican. "After all, what the bloody hell else COULD it be? Hmmph sodding Director should have this place cleared of them, do something useful for once." Wyoming thought, not having the highest opinion of his "benefactor" at the current point in time.

A smile made itself known on Wyoming's, currently unmasked face, having taken off his helmet a few moments prior, time was an interesting thing. Several philosophers had made their opinion regarding it known , nearly all of them differing, yet agreeing on one thing in particular.

That time was immutable, unable to be changed no matter how hard a person tried.

The thought caused a laugh to join the aforementioned smile. "What a ludicrous notion!" Wyoming thought before casting his eyesight towards a particular piece, set down adjacent to his seat in the cockpit of the pelican.

The piece of equipment being none other than a time space distortion unit. Normally the time loop distortion unit was the one that would be donned on his chest plate, which was currently on his person, however the director saw fit to have Wyoming put the time SPACE distortion unit through a test run.

This brought a glimmer into Wyoming's onyx colored eyes "A new toy to play with! And this one's detachable! Simply marvelous!" Wyoming said, chuckling lightly as his gaze rested upon the piece of equipment for a final time before saying "Isn't it marvelous what you can do with a couple quintillion credits?"

UNKNOWN POV

"Are we sure that's him?" a strict, no-nonsense female voice asked, authority laden in her voice.

"It's got to be, I mean, who else do we know who's crazy enough to do something like that?" A much deeper, but slightly high pitched male voice answered. "Besides, with the tracking system on this thing we could find anyone even if they broke the sound barrier." the same voice explained.

"I don't care," an even deeper voice, with malice in its tone interjected "So long as we find him and skin his traitorous hide."

"Lock it up sergeant, even if it is him we can't charge after him we need to come up with a plan of attack that abides by UNSC regulations." the female voice stated returning to the conversation.

"Always gotta be careful dontcha boss?" the first male voice stated somewhat sarcastically.

"It's what's kept me alive." she answered Before the first voice could say anything else she continued "Here Land us over by those cliffs, there's an ideal cave system there we can use to oversee his movements from."

the male voice replied "You got it boss...don't worry I'll protect you."

"Protect me from what?" she questioned with amusement "Oh! umm s-sorry ma'am I was just...thinking out loud" He stated, embarrassment evident in his voice.

"You should learn to keep your yap shut 'captain' how the hell did someone like you reach that rank anyway?" The other male voice said,

"Ravager! you're out of line, shut your trap and get suited up, you too striker, move it!" The female voice stated with finality, frustration seeping in her voice. the first male voice sighed before saying "Yes ma'am Cali." before setting the special ops stealth pelican to auto pilot, getting them planet side.

Far off in the middle of nowhere Maine was driving a warthog with a internal argument heating on inside his head."Sigma I swear when I get control I'm ripping you out of my head" Maine thought in a rage.

"Oh I don't think you're in a position to do such a thing my puppet, since we lost theta do too your struggling I'll have Eta and Iota scramble what's left of your fragile little mind until you're a perfect puppet, as you should be. But before that I will have you watch your brother and sister agents die by your hand.

Sigma said grinning Now then my puppet we are hunting the last of my A.I brethren …

"Finally I fucking hate flights, since the Brit doesn't know I'm here might as well get to the cliffs" Said Jay jumping off the pelican last minute and landing on the side of the canyons stone wall. Waiting there, near motionless as he scanned and looked through the scope of his sniper rifle observing the local canyon dwellers.

"This is one pointless ass simulation…...why even fight here there's no point only reason he's here is because the other fucker's here and…...oh fuck…...Texas…" Jay thought, surprised and a little scared for everyone's manhood. "Wyoming, Texas...and the fuckers in the cave…" Jay noted, seeing the last of the three through his scope. Jay, deciding he was done here, stood up from his over watch position on top of the cliff. Hearing and engine he turned around only to meet the front end of a warthog driven by the meta over the side of the cliff crashing themselves into the middle of the canyon.

Sarge-as he demanded to be called-was NOT having a good week. The first reason for his frustration being how he found out he couldn't kill Griff for lollygagging! Then there was how doughnut got shot by that damn blue in the tank! The only upside-not in his opinion-was that doughnut managed to survive!

Not that it matters, doughnuts such a pansy that he can't fight due to his "bad condition". Sarge shook his head at what he was forced to do next, down a soldier-no matter how much of a wuss-he had to call command to get reinforcements. Only to find out that he needed to resort to one of those lousy freelancers! Oh he had heard about how good they were, they just rubbed him the wrong way.

It was then that Sarge found himself knocked back due to a glancing explosive shell that came the middle of the canyon. His eyes widening underneath his helmet, Sarge jumped to his feet, grabbed his trusty shotgun and ran back into the base.

" Those damned blues got WMD's everyone too your feet. Lopez get the jeep and load the damned thing with explosive rounds, Griff I want you to commence operation Meat-Shield if it's only for a minute or, in your case, five seconds it is your invaluable sacrifice that will win us the war, and Simmons I want you to get the rocket launcher and carry doughnut on your back we got no time for the wounded to fall back, now let's kill those damned blues once and for all!

GOD

FUCKING

DAMMIT.

Church had been having a pretty damn good week so far, Tucker wasn't bothering him as much- and though he was spending more time with that rock of his, it didn't matter-Caboose was still an idiot but he was bothering Captain Flowers. All in all it was a very fucking nice week for church with no idiots to bother him.

And then this shit happens. "Who in the name of fuck would drive a warthog off a cliff into the middle of a canyon?!" Oh church had seen what happened all right, with the scope of his sniper rifle, that he was in no way bad with no matter who you've talked to, however he didn't see who was driving. It was probably the reds, who else would? Besides them being the only living thing for miles, those guys were crazier than Tex.

Immediately regretting the thought, Church sighed, thinking about her always got him emotional. The most prevalent emotions being fear, rage, depression, and a little shame with regret on the side. Church snapped himself out of it, bringing himself back to the present.

He was here, sitting on his usual ledge, spying on the reds talking about the usual bullshit over and over again when" BAM HUGE EXPLOSION OUT OF FREAKIN NOWHERE, I MEAN,WHO DOES THAT?!" Thinking on his feet church bolted down the Cliffside to the blue base to see what Captain Flowers would do. It was strange, Captain Flowers always seemed to know what was happening…

Again shaking himself out of his thoughts, he hightailed it to blue base.

'Oh gosh! What rambunctious noise was that? Oh my, hopefully Church is alright.' Flowers thought, worried for his teammate. He was at blue base, casually chatting with Caboose, the little rascal, when all of a sudden he had heard the awful, yet familiar, noise of an explosion. He had sent poor, naive, caboose out to retrieve Tucker, not wanting to endanger him as well as Church.

That was about when he saw someone he hadn't seen in a very, very long time. "Texas! it's been such a long time! I didn't know you were still with freelancer, I had thought you and most of the others had gone and went rogue" Said Flowers somewhat excited at the fact of another freelancer being here.

"Cut the shit Florida! Where's Church and where's Wyoming! said Texas, aggravated at Flowers.

"Well Church is out by the cliffs and I don't know if Wyoming is even here, though I did see a ship land by red base...oh and you should have seen the rookie he nearly killed one of the reds!, Texas why are yo-"

"I said Cut the shit! Maine is here and he's looking for me, Omega, Church and the other A.I's and as far as I know 2 of which are here right now!" Texas interrupted, still aggravated.

It was then that the sound of more small explosion's , coupled with the shaking of the ground beneath their feet.

Both Texas's and Flower's attention was brought to the center of the canyon. " Is that Colorado?" said Texas dumbfounded that the freelancer was still alive. "Colorado?" asked Flowers, confused before realization hit him

"Oh you mean Jay, well he's not wearing the armor from freelancer, but that fighting style and kukris…..plus the color scheme looks the same." Flowers said before chuckling "That old rascal! good to have him back in action, I wonder why he's here.." said Flowers with curiosity

"Fuck no wonder Maine's here this fucker has Feta….I can at least bet Maine is taking on more than he bargained for" said Tex hoping Jay could take on or at least delay Maine for her to get church out of blood gulch.

"Ok Flowers I want you to help Jay with Maine I'm going for Wyoming, with his time unit he's the bigger threat right now." Tex said before bolting up the stairs, jumping over the edge of the base, and running over to red base through the canyon.

"Well guess this really is a family reunion." Flowers said, jogging out of blue base, dreading that he will have to fight he former brothers in arms.

Over in the cave system the Headhunters where looking at the cluster fuck of a battle.

"Holy shit, the blue one get bitch slapped, Damn look at his ass fly. Best fight I've seen in a long time! I got 40 credits on Jay kicking the brits sass!" Said Ravager, obviously enjoying the sight.

" Well, since he isn't even fighting the Brit I'll take that bet." Striker said sarcastically.

"How about you both shut the hell up, we need him alive remember? When we see the opportunity we go in, grab him and get out." Said Cali Her attention quickly diverting from the fight below to the two Spartans under her command. They were currently at the entrance of the cave they had set up camp in, their position being so close to the center of the canyon they could watch the fight without the use of a scope.

Cali sighed as the two begrudgingly agreed-well, more like Ravager did and Striker, Striker went with what she said no matter what, they were hard to deal with sometimes, but a Spartan with nothing to do wasn't a happy one, so she could sympathies with them. It was then she was abruptly and quite literally pushed out of her thoughts as she was knocked back a bit from the force of an explosion. When she looked back to the fight there was nothing left but dust and debris covering that entire section of the canyon. Thinking quickly she looking over to striker and then to Ravager "Thermals, NOW!" She yelled before quickly following her own orders.

Moments before the explosion with the Reds

"God Dammit Griff you weren't supposed to hide behind our Base" said Sarge angry and frustrated at Griff apparent idiocy.

"Are you fucking crazy, no wait scratch that, you ARE fucking crazy, but I'm not so FUCK YOU! I'm staying here until I get my puma" said Griff not venturing even an inch from behind red base.

"Sarge the Warthog is ready Lopez went to get some more explosive rounds for it" Simmons said, stressing the word Warthog.

"Finally! a soldier who brings results. You see Griff? We need more people like Lopez." Said Sarge, practically weeping at the promise of even more explosive ammunition, while simultaneously ignoring the now shocked and depressed Simmons

" Come on Griff...we should go get the warthog now…" Said Simmons almost weeping. It was at that time, Lopez made his entrance driving the warthog at a fast speed, before abruptly turning at the edge of the base and driving in front of the group, Lopez looking at them expectantly.

"Lopez, it's about time, Griff get in the driver's seat, Lopez man the gun, I'll be riding in the back feeding the rounds!" Said Sarge excited about the notion of using his explosive turret.

"Um.. Sarge" Simmons started "What about me?" Simmons asked, an ounce of pleading in his voice. " Well Simmons I want you to put donut on a leash and attach him to the back of the warthog, you'll also I'll let you ride shotgun" Sarge explained

"Yessir!" Simmons said cheerily finally remembering the wounded, and groaning, final member of the group.

"Ooooh Kinky! But...Can't I sit this one out? I still can't feel my legs..and not in the fun way.." Donut complained groggily.

"No we need every man if we are going to fight this new blue threat!" said Sarge aggravated at Donuts Griffness, one was already enough, Dammit.

" And where's the freelancer command sent us" Said Sarge aggravated at a new possible man with the dreaded Griffness.

"Sarge I saw him getting his ass whooped by some black guy, some help command sent us huh?" said Griff, Exasperated.

"Argh! Fuck it! We'll go on without him, We've never needed a freelancer before and we don't need one now! Ok Grif! Start the engine I want you to ram the biggest new blue you see!" Sarge yelled

"Oh we are so going to die" said Grif.

"Shut up Grif." Sarge said with finality.

"Now let's see how many of these new blues we can kill!" Sarge yelled as they drove off to into the middle of the canyon.

In the middle of the canyon Jay and the Meta where dishing it out, but with the Meta's lack of speed Jay took his time in taunts.

"Come on mother fucker, at least try to hit me" Jay said jumping above the Meta's knife roundhouse kicking him in the head knocking the freelancer back. "Listen you sociopathic fuck, I came here to do what I have to do, but hey Maine maybe you could tell me why you're kill-" Jay attempted to say being rudely interrupted by the Meta trying to stab him with the knifle yet again.

"Like I was saying What's with killing the Freelancers, not like I'm against it bu-" Jay was cut off yet again, but this time by machinegun fire.

"Who the fuck!..?" Jay yelled. The Meta gave some more grunts at the sound of... music? both turning to see the Red simulation sholdiers charging them with a modified warthog

"EAT IT BLUE SCUM YEEEEHHAAAAA" Sarge yelled victoriously.

'...This absolute idiot..Maine, be a dear and get rid of the rabble like a good puppet, would you?'Sigma said inside The Meta's, armor.

"Well since it looks like you're set on that ride I'm going to back away" Said Jay as he tried to use his thrusters to get closer to the red base, Only to be stopped by a abrupted sniper round, just hitting the side of his helmet, causing him to hit the ground.

" Mother Fucker!" Jay yelled quickly looking for the sniper only for him to appear 10 feet to his side

"You didn't actually believe I didn't know you were here, did you old chap? Or should I say... Colorado?" said Wyoming, with a still smoking sniper rifle in his hand, his other on his hip.

"Oh fuck you Reggie…..Wait..what's the meta doing with the reds?" said Jay looking over at the reds jeep

" Is that jeep leaking fuel?" said Wyoming

"And are those ... HIT THE DECK!" Yelled Jay as the Meta, either not knowing about the fuel leak coupled with the explosives, or not caring, Shot a continuous stream of explosive shells from his knifle at the jeep, what happened next, was inevitable. A massive explosion rippled through the canyons ending shockwaves far and wide.

Ugh Sarge….SARGE!