I've doon some investigation about my armor, and it turns out every song between the 20th and 26th century is in here. That became pretty useful, and before I knew it I was singing "Once I was seven years old, my mama told me,"Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely."Once I was seven years old!" Yeah... I really like that song, and all kinds of other songs from that point. It's a time killer. I was listening to my music, when I see Simmons rushing in, looking a little distressed. "What's wrong Simmons?" I ask. "Um... Nothing. Perfectly fine!" He replies. "Bull shit! But if you want to freak out, be my guess.

Icontinue listening to music, then I hear sarge scream "Men! Fall in! Double time! This is not a drill!" I hurry to where he was. "Sarge, what's wrong?" Simmons asks. "What's wrong? What's wrong? How about scheming, traing, canaving, commiserating, cammoting, take your pick. Also, building a giant robot. Those blues are up to no good!" Sarge yells at us. "And here I was thinking something actually important had happened." Grif complains.

"But sir, didn't we build a robot first?" " doesn't count. He is about as useful as a box full of Grifs." "Hey! I am offended." Grif says. I noticed Lopez looking quite sad. I guess he heard. "Men, I know we have considered the Blues to be our quote allies unquote for some time now, but we got to look at the facts." "What facts?" Simmons asks. "Number one, they now possess a tank on legs that's capable of killing us all." "Which is controlled by Caboose, who has no real intrest in killing us." I counter. "And number two, we didn't have our own number one first. Clearly this is an conspiracy."

"So what do you want us to do about it?" Grif asks. "I want you to conduct wome reconnaissance! Secure intel. Get deep inside his bush. Initiate Delta force. Tango and cash!" Sarge tells us. I cock my Sniper rifle. "Fuck yeah. Let's get spy up on this shit. Will make good practice." "Are these orders, or 80s action movies?" "Find out exactly what those pesky blues are up to." "You mean like go over there? Near that monster?" Simmons squeaked. " See! This is exactly the robot overlord shit I was talking about! If only someone had listened!"

"It may be dangerous,but I have complete confidence that at least one of you will survive!" He looks at me. "Marks." "Why aren't you coming?" Grif asks? "We've had a major breach in security! One the bags on my wall has torn. And now there is sand all over the place!" "I can see how that might take priority." Grif say sarcastically. Sarge sighs. "It's likely we will never fully recover. There is just so many tiny crevices!"

"Sarge please! I don't want to upset the Mantis!" Simmons pleaded. "What's a Mantis?" Grif asks. "The Giant Robot!" "Oh, why is it called that?" "I don't know! Cause it's green? That's not the point!" "Well that's not a very good reason to call it Mantis." Sarge says. "Do you have anything to say Marks?" He asked turning to me. "I think i made myself clear. Lets go boys!" They both sigh.

We reach blue base, and hide behind a rock. I see Tucker, Caboose, and Freckles. All they are doing is squats. "So, what do now?" Simmons asks. "Watch, I guess." I tell him. "So, this is a waist of time right? They are not actually plottint anything." Simmons says. "I don't know man. But watching two dudes exercise is really weird." "Grif says. "This isn't getting us anywhere." "I don't know dude, why don't just go up and ask them." "And what, blow our cover?" "Whag do we look like? Seal team 6? Who gives a shit dude!" "Well what about the robot?" "Oh yeah." "See! We need to strategize!" "So, what do you want to do?" "Good cop, bad cop?" I suggest? "What about being causal?" Grif suggests. "What if we go in guns blazing, we can intimidate them into telling us what we want?"

"What are doing?" Asks tucker, who came out of nowhere. We look at each other then Simmons says "Listen Tucker, I'm willing to hear you out, but my partner here is crazy! I can't hold him back!" "What?!" "I mean hey, what's up?" "Let's get straight to it. Sarge ordered us to spy on you. He thinks you're up to something." 'The only thing I've done today is exercise!" Grif sighs. "You poor tortured soul." Grif says sympathetically. "What are you training for?" Simmons asks. "Fuck if I know. Everyday it's the same thing. Wake up, run drills, clean the base, run drills, maintain order, run drills. I have glamerous cavs and a miserable fucking life! Can se please stop running drills!" "I don't know, I have nice cavs, ass, and abs, and Life is pretty good." "Well Marks, like you said! Your special!"

"I had cavs once. Way more tender than a regular cow. You can taste the youth." Grif says. He is obviously thinking about food. "Dude, that is really fucked up. Would you eat a chick?" "Maybe." I sigh. "Wait, Wash makes you clean the base?" Simmons asks. I can hear the excitement in his voice. "And the equipment, and our vehicles. The guy is obsessed with rules and order." Tucker says with absolute disgust. "Ew. Rules and order. Can you imagine having to deal with some one like that?" Grif says equally disgusted. "Rules and order...awh." Simmons says longingly. "Sounds like the first 12 years of my life." I comment. "I know right! He even has an organizational chart."

"Tsk. What a loser." Grif says. "Uh, hkw, hwk, yeah. Hm, well uh, that all sounds very interesting Tucker, but I think I need to see this for myself." "What?" We all say in unison. Oh you know, I just wanna make sure his story checks out. Inspect the base, stick around for a few days." Simmons says. "I think that's desertion dude. Or going awol." I tell him. "What? I'm just going to make sure everything checks out." "Checks out? What're you gonna find that we can't already see? That thing is completely exposed, it's empty. It's clean, dude." Grif tells him. "Yeah, clean." Simmons replies. "Are you sure you wanna hang around? Wash might make you run his obstacle course or something." Tucker warns. "Sarge already made us do that." Grif complains "Well, not me." I say happily.

"Just go dude. But if Sarge finds a rope..." I make the motion of hanging myself. "You know what he will do with it." I warn. I start heading back. "Let's go Grif. Our job here is done. See ya later Simmons. Weather it be in person, or at your funeral."

Me and Grif head back. "Do you think is was a good Idea to leave him?" "What's the worst that could happen?" "Killer robot?" I shrug. "He'll survive that. I'm worried what Sarge will do." As we get back, Sarge comes up to us. "I see two of my soldiers have made it back. But one of them was not supposed to get back. The other one was. What happened to my more competent soldier Grif? And what information have you recovered?" "Uh, that the Blues aren't up to anything and that you're a paranoid old man bordering on senility." "Uh huh. I'll take that into consideration Private. But how about we hear about our more competent soldier?" "He is with the Blues sir, and before you say anything about this all being a conspiracy to capture you second, possibly going back to the Freelancers, can we just get our guy back?" "Excellent Idea Private Marks!" "I swear we will all get killed one day." Sarge runs to go get in the Wardog.

"Why would you suggest that?!" Grif yells at me. "Did you really want to hear him rant, just to finally give the order to saddle up anyway. Oh, by the way, shotgun." "Shotgun! Shit! Well, I guess you have a point. Let's go." The vehicle gets into gear, and we start rumbling toward red base. I swear, when will Felix show up. I want out! Then I can put a god damn bullet through his head. As we are closing on the base Sarge yells "ATTACK!" And we go flying over the hill. "Damn it Grif, you forgot our theme music!" 'Oh, right." He turns on the radio. "Oh forget it, moment has passed." Everyone's was pointing guns at one another." "Enemy soldiers detected." Freckles says. "Good Freckles...No,uh..Murdering people." Caboose says to the monster. "Just want to point out that this was not my idea, it was Marks." "I only said it to make things go quicker. Sarge would have done this regardless."

"Let's get some shit straight. We're here because Sarge thinks you kidnapped Simmons, but that's not the case Simmons? You came here of your own free will." I say cooly. "Is that true Simmons?" "It's not you sir. It's Grif!" "Me?!" "Grif, you fucking disgusting!" "Well yeah, but I've always been like that. Sarge was the one that decided to take half the base for himself." "Oh, then I guess it was your fault sir."

"That makes you traitor!" Sarge yells in rage. He aims the Wardhog's machine guns right at Simmons head. That's when I realized this gonna take a while. So I started listening to my music. It sounds lazy, but I don't want to get in their way. All of a sudden I notice Freckles is aiming at us. I turn off my music to hear "BAIL!" I jump out, and not a second later, the Wardhog goes flying.

I stand in awe. I know there is more arguing going, but all I hear is ringing, then it all come back at once, and I hear a gunshot in the air. I look for it's source, and I see Donut! "Wooohooo you guys are loud!" We all rush toward him screaming and celebrating. I fire my Assault Rifle in the air for effect."Donut! Where the fuck is the ship? The pilot too." I ask. "Oh, they left." Everyone stops. I decide to walk 's about to get very violent, very quickly.

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