CHAPTER 3
RE-EDIT 2
One week has passed when the team got their new toy from Red Command and when Ryan got his his new hoverboard from Sarge who got it from Red Command. The teen still wanders why the higher ups would have something like this. Maybe what he has is a prototype and they're trying to see if something like this would be important to make more?
Whatever the case. Ryan has been using the board for the past week to get used to it. There have been many falls, but Ryan mastered it on the fourth day. The board is fast, it can go 115 miles per hour. He did the most basic of tricks with it. The others were impressed by it, well Grif would pretend that he wasn't.
On the fifth day, Ryan decided to take a break from the board and try to have a conversation with his two teammates. All three of them are top of the base, Sarge is at Red Command getting new orders for them and won't be back for a while.
And right now Ryan is ready to shoot either Grif or Simmons or even both. To stop their annoying banter. There are times where Ryan found their arguements amusing, but other times he finds them annoying because they fight over stupid things. He grabs his pistol from his hip and so subtly loads it with a thick rubber bullet into (He won't use a real bullet on them) and carefully aims at the gap between of Grif's armor.
"Hey, thats not how it happened!" Simmons yells in a defensive tone. "Yes it is." Grif countered, and at that moment Ryan put his finger on the trigger of his gun and is slightly sqeezing it. "You said 'I'm not going to vegas quadrant' and the next I knew, you're in a escape pod heading to."
"Excuse me, uh sirs." Said a new voice, that caused Ryan to quickly put his pistol back to his hip. "Sirs?" Grif asked. Simmons, Grif, and Ryan all turn to where the voice came from. Standing their is a man in the standard issue red armor of the Red Army. Though it's all clean and free of scratches and dents.
The new guy looks between all three of them. "I was told to report at Blood Gulch Outpost Number 1." The new guy said. Crossing his arms over his chest. "Sorry man, Sarge is at command getting orders. No one is in charge." Grif told him. "Actually private, he put me in charge." Simmons cut in very proudly.
"You are such a kiss-ass." Grif groaned. Since the day Grif met Simmons at the training base, all he has ever done is obey to orders like a robot and suck up to who ever is in charge. "Yeah, you really are." Ryan said agreeing with Grif, he likes Simmoms but there are times where the ass kissing gets annoying.
Simmons waves the teen off. "Whatever Ryan, and also he said if I any trouble from you Grif, I should." He took a moment and continues in a badly Sarge voice. "Git in the warthog and crush you're head like a tomato can."
Grif and Ryan just stare at him, "Thats the worst impression I ever heard." Grif said. Simmons sighed and looked back at the new soldier, "Ok rookie what's your story?" He asked. "Private Donut reporting for duty sir, i'm ready to fight some aliens." Donut said while saluting.
"Couple of things here, rookie." Grif said, "First off: Private Donut? I think someone is gonna need a new nick name." He then points to the armor Donut's currently wearing, "Secondly, whats with that armor color?" Putting his hand on the chest plate and patting it. Donut says,"This is the standard issue red."
"Yeah, I know. Listen, only two kinds of people wear standard issue armor, officers and recruits. And since you are not threanting me to gut me like a fish, which means you're a recruits." Grif said. "Well, HE'S wearing red armor." Donut said pointing to Simmons.
Shaking his head. "No, i'm wearing maroon, you're wearing red." Simmons replied. The maroon soldier is pretty proud that he got such a different color to help him stand out from his fellow peers. "Well, how do I get a diffirent color armor?" Donut asks them.
"I bet the Blues never had to deal with this." Simmons groaned. "Wait, Blues. Who are they?" Donut asked not knowing who they are. "The blues are the guys we fight for this patch of wasteland." Ryan answered
Tilting his head to the side in a confused manner. "I thought we're fighting aliens. That's the reason I signed up for." He then places his hands on his hips. "I hope I wasn't tricked."
Raising a eyebrow under the visor. "Did red command tell you we are fighting the blue army before you got here?" Ryan asked, confused why Donut wasn't aware about their enemy.
"No." Donut said shaking his helmet head, "They told that I'm getting shipped to Blood Gulch Outpost Number 1 to be apart of this team, nothing else." Ryan starts to ponder on the information he was just told. 'Why would command not tell Dount who is fighting?'
"So we're fighting humans. In blue color armor." Dount said, Ryan came back from his thoughts when heard him. "Yep." Simmons simply said. Don't looks over to where he can see some of the Blue Base. "I wonder what they are doing?"
"Probably something a blue wold do." Grif replied. Not truly caring, as long as the Blues don't attack for the rest of the day. Then everything will be just find with him. Sarge is rarely ever gone, so Grif wants to enjoy this day off.
BLUE BASE
On the other side of the canyon. The blues are admiring their brand new clean tank with awe. Next to them is their new teammate. The new teammates name is Michael J. Caboose. He wore the standard blue issue color of the Mark V armor.
"Then I said to him, 'How you gonna get the tank down to the surface?' And he says, 'I'll put it on the ship.' Then I say 'if you can put a tank on a ship, why not put guns on the ship and use the ship instead?" The new soldier finished his story to his new teammates. "Hey kid, you're ruining the moment, shut up." Tucker said to him crossly.
Being somewhat taken back by the tone of Tuckers voice. He shifts of his feet and speaks in a meek tone of voice. "Oh, ok, got it." With the 'leader' Church stares at the huge tank with stars in his eyes. "You know what? I can blow up the whole goddame world with this thing." Church said in aw.
RED BASE
Ryan and Donut are having small talk with Ryan explaining how things work around here. The small talk ended with Ryan telling them he is going into the base to check up on the weapons.
As he went down the ramp, Simmons had an idea for their new rookie. "Hey Private Donut come here." Simmons ordered. "I just refuse to call him Private Donut." Grif quickly added. Shaking his head. "We've got a important mission for you." Simmons continued, "You think you can handle it?"
Seeing this as his chance to impress them all. Donut straightens his stance. "Absolutely." He said in excitement. "We need you to go to the store and get two quarts of elbow greese." Simmons said. Under his helmet, his lips twitched upward a bit, just for a second.
Grif knew right away what he is up to and quickly played along, "Yeah, and uh, go get some headlight fluid for the puma."
Turning to the orange trooper, he tilts his head to the side. "The what?" Donut asked, confused. "He means the warthog." Simmons explained and points to the jeep. The new soldier follows where he is pointing and sees it. "You do know where the store is?" Grif asked. "What?" Donut said worried. "Yeah I do."
"Well, get going." Simmons ordered. Donut began to walk away to get the items... in the wrong direction. "Other way." Grif said, pointing to the other side of the canyon. Donut turned around and went in the other direction, "I know that, I just got turned around." He jumped off the roof and jogged to the other side of the canyon.
"How long do you think he'll figure out there is no store?" Simmons asked, looking at Grif. Scratching the chin of his helmet. "I say... about a week." Donut was a good 50ft from the base. When he stopped and turned around to look at the base, "Elbow greese." He snorted, "How stupid do they think I am? Once I get that headlight fluid, i'm talking to the sargeant."
Back at red base we find Simmons thinking maybe they were a little harsh on the rookie and says to Grif, "Hey, do you think we were a little harsh on him?" Grif stares at him for two seconds and replies with "Nah."
Halfway in the canyon, Donut finally found the store. "Finally I found it." He ran towards it and spotted a huge tank right next to it, "Cool they sell tanks. Maybe I can get a good deal."
THATS THE END SEE YOU NEXT CHAPTER.
