Big Z: I'm back, this time with help. I'd like to give a real big "thank you" to JuneFiction909 for helping me to write the actual romantic parts of this Chapter. Now I know that June will want to say hi.

June F: Hello People!

Tex: ANOTHER Red vs. Blue fic June?

June F: Yes, and shut your face!

Grif: *comes in with a couple of beers* Anyone want one?

Everyone: Me!

June F- *opens one* Yep, this is going to be goooood~!

Big Z: So yeah here's Chapter 7, enjoy.

Chapter 7

UNSC Misfit

1845 Hours

4/20/12

Red Team

"Docking clamps secure. Beginning airlock mating procedures," FILLS's calm voice boomed on the loudspeakers.

"Bow chicka bow wow."

"Okay, does everyone know what they've gotta do?" Washington asked to the gathered Reds, Blues, and Freelancers.

"Yes mom," Grif groaned.

"Can it dirt bag."

"I know I don't have to tell you idiots that is a military facility and if you fuck up here our mission is scrubbed," Wash shot back.

"We know what to do Wash," Sarge replied, "While you, Tex, Hawaii, Church, and Jenny are getting our intel the rest of us grab what we can from the supply warehouse for the mission."

"And we stay here and guard the ship," Donut called.

"Blarg!"

Donut, Kate, Doc, Junior, and Vic had volunteered to stay with the ship while the others went onto the station.

"Okay then. FILLS, we good to go?" Wash asked the AI.

"Affirmative."

"Alright, here we go. Open up the hatch FILLS."

The thick Titanium airlock hissed open and revealed the group's first look at the massive Space Station known as the Camelot. A short walkway into the interior of the station stood before them as they walked in with the Freelancers in the lead. A large pad with a series of scanners on the sides was directly in front of them guarded by a trio of armored UNSC Marines holding their Assault Rifles tight as they watched the large procession approach them. One stepped forward and halted the group of soldiers.

"Excuse me sirs, I'm going to have to ask you place your weapons here," the Private motioned to a conveyor belt on the side that passed through a scanner where one of the Marines stood attentively, "Then once you pass through the Security Scanners you can reclaim them."

"Why in Sam Hill do I need to give you turds my Shotgun?" Sarge challenged the Marine.

"Sir, those are my orders. But if you must know the reason we scan your weapons is to identify whether or not these weapons are in regulation condition, where they came from, or are stolen military property."

"Fine, but keep your mitts off my Shotgun," Sarge grumbled.

Wash placed his BR, Magnum, and his Freelancer Bowie Knife on the belt and walked onto the scanner and simply walked on past without incident. Tex took a bit longer, she had to deposit her BR, a Magnum, two SMG's, three grenades, a block of C-10 High Explosive, a pair of knives, and brass knuckles. The Marines gawked at the amount of death that she was able to inflict with all that gear and kept their space from Tex as she walked on past the Scanners. The others except Sarge and Caboose made it through without incident. Caboose had to be walked through the whole process numerous times before he stopped trying to walk past the scanners with his weapons and Sarge's Shotgun had to be wrestled away from him by the Marines. But, at last, the group had managed to make it into the facility and gathered around.

"Listen up, we're gonna meet back here in twenty minutes and load up our supplies and equipment," Wash ordered the soldiers, "Don't try and fuck anything up, Reds."

"Hey, don't look at us. You said we could break shit," Simmons retaliated.

"What?" Liz asked.

"Don't worry, I'll explain everything on the way," Grif said.

"Come on men, to the warehouse deck," Sarge lead the way away from the Freelancers, Church and Jenny.

"Alright, the Comm Center's this way," Wash started, "come on."

The place was enormous, the Freelancers and Blues were just one group of many that was in the station. Hundreds of Fleet personnel, Marines, ONI, and ODSTs walked through the large open corridor that conjoined the many UNSC warships docking at the facility. In their rather colorful armor they were given a wide berth and were the subject of quite a few stares and whispers as they walked through the facility to where they needed to be.

"Are those Freelancers? I thought they were all in jail."

"So the rumors of a Civil War between Red and Blue were true."

"How'd those guys get Mk. VI armor?"

The group simply walked on until they followed Wash into a smaller corridor where a few doors and MPs were. They walked past the MPs and went into a small room where a few other monitors were idling in standby. There was no one there and when Wash walked into the adjoining room in the back they were in front of a much larger view screen with the picture of the UNSC emblem on it with a light blue background. A single ONI officer was waiting there for them and once they walked in he pressed a few buttons on the console and left.

"What was his problem?" Church half asked.

"He was making sure we had absolute secrecy for this call," Tex groaned.

"Enough, he's listening now," Wash silenced them.

"You're quite right Agent Washington. Hello, I don't know if we've met, I'm the Chairman of the Oversight Subcommittee overseeing Project Freelancer."

"Or what's left of it," Church shot back.

"Church!" Tex growled.

"Church? As in Leonard Church?" the Chairman asked, his voice all they had to go by as he asked them behind the veil of the screen's logo.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"My, my, my, I have looked forward to meeting you, Alpha."

"It's Epsilon now, dickhead."

"Oh I see…"

"Could we just get what we came here for? Chairman you said that you would have our intel for our op to arrest the Director. So where is it?" Wash demanded.

"My dear Agent Washington, always focused on the mission. Certainly an admirable trait, but I'm afraid that the situation has changed somewhat on New Solstice. And that I cannot give you the information directly," the Chairman replied.

"So how do we know what we're dealing with if we have no intel?" Tex demanded, pissed off.

"My dear, do you honestly think that I would betray you in such a way as that. That ONI officer outside has your intel but I must ask something of you and Epsilon first."

"It's Church asshole."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, I thought that answer would be quite obvious. As AI's with the memory of Freelancer we require only you, as evidence of the Director's crimes."

"Evidence! We're not your playthings! So shove it up your ass!" Church bellowed.

"I see, very well then, have it your way. Guards, arrest them."

Red Team

The others had immediately begun to "fuck up" once they were away from Wash and the others. Sarge had managed to lead the group to the Warehouse Deck to scavenge for supplies and equipment that they didn't already have. But not all of them had stayed with Sarge. Grif, Simmons, Liz, Lisa, Caboose, and Rachel had gotten separated and had landed themselves in a bar in the facility's recreation center.

Sarge either didn't notice or didn't care, because he had found a jackpot of equipment and supplies with Carmen while Tucker and Lea were trying to find a way to carry their supplies to the ship. As they did this Sergey and Sister stood watch at the entrance to the Warehouse.

"Hell yes!" Carmen exclaimed, taking in the sight of shotgun shells in the crate in front of her.

"Nice find" Sarge joined in to her joy, reaching out for a few, only to be slapped away.

"My ammo buddy, go find another crate" Carmen had to once again swipe away Sarge's hand as he grabbed for it again.

"Give me it women…" warned Sarge. Carmen smiled.

"You forgot what happened last time Sarge?" threatened Carmen.

Sarge all out stopped his advancements. Instead he turned and wadded out into the other boxes. Carmen all but stared as the red bulk of armor moved away from her.

"H-Hey, you can have some" Carmen offered and set the box down. She smiled under her helmet as Sarge looked at her.

"Thank you soldier…"

"Soldier? Are you this stiff? Relax ok?" Carmen said. Sarge smiled as he reached for the ammo in earnest. They searched in silence for a bit, the two at each other's sides in boxes.

"Why do you carry only a shotgun?" Carmen brought up. Sarge stopped a second from the sudden question as he moved on into the weapons, his hand hovering over another shotgun.

"I carry it for a lot of reasons" Sarge started, "but the biggest one is my zombie plan"

Carmen snorted. "A zombie plan? Like, for when zombies take over everyone?"

"Correct. I have 37 different plans, and all include that gun and Grif" Sarge grumbled and moved closer to her.

"Impressive. My plan is to use a shotgun and smoke grenades to move freely through to kill someone"

Sarge looked up to the armored helmet of Carmen. Something began to spark, and it unsettled something in him.

"Nice plan Carme-" Sarge replied.

"Kristine" She interrupted.

"What?" Sarge stood up from his search and looked at the other red CO.

"My name is Kristine" Carmen stood up to face Sarge, and tugged her helmet off to show the smile across her face.

"What's your real name Sarge? No one really knew mine until now" Sarge couldn't tell, but a light blush sprinkled her cheeks as she asked.

"Huh, well Kristine, mine is…" he slowly turned to face her fully when something big came into his sight farther from her. The cannon on the back of it shone like a victory. The laser battery followed it, and then the turret itself, and the beast it rested on, fully suited up and in park. The shiny beast behind her was a Gauss Hog in perfect condition.

"Sweet mother of Grif's Murder, check out the gun on her!" Sarge bellowed and pushed past Carmen as he raced over to the Warthog behind her. She blinked in denial as he blew the moment to admire a vehicle.

"Men and their cars…" she grumbled in somewhat defeat. She put her helmet back on, and continued her raking of the boxes in front of her.

Tucker laughed as Sarge pushed past Carmen in awe of the Hog. Lea looked at him in disgust.

"What are you laughing at?" she hissed silently, taking in the bewildered face of the Red girl pulling her helmet back on..

"Sarge ditched Carmen for a car. Classic, classic Sarge"

"It's like he's in love with the damn thing" Lea commented, watching as Sarge nearly jumped over the turret.

"Hey Lea, I wanted to say…" Lea stared at Tucker with scorn, and Tucker's mouth clamped closed.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry Lea…" Lea only blinked, her eyes softening with his decision.

"I thought you never apologized to anything you hit on. It's what Tex told me."

"I didn't until now; you're the first Lea" Tucker turned to Lea, "I wanted to explain why I do hit on anything with tits" Lea chuckled under her breathe, earning Tucker's eyes.

"That rhymed, sorry" Lea looked down for a second but returned to her gaze to Tucker.

"I hit on chicks because I just feel…"

"Hey Tucker!" Sarge voice broke their gaze, and Tucker turned toward the Red.

"What?"

"Come over here, Blue, and check out the space in this hog! The gun's not bad either!" Tucker sighed, shrugged, and resisted his line. Lea, however in such an uncharacteristic way, mumbled the line as he walked with some drag toward Sarge.

"I found the booze man!" hollered Sister as she half-carried, half-dragged an open crate, bottles clanking as they moved toward Sergey, who sat saddle-way on a crate.

"Nice find Sis" Sergey moved his gaze from her shimmying rear and toward the commotion near the Hog inside the warehouse.

"Hey, Sergey!" Sister tossed a beer at him, "Have a drink, or five" She smiled as he caught it, and returned her somewhat buzzed gaze at him.

"You're drunk already?" he asked.

"I had a couple before I brought 'em" she tried to keep her face straight as she smiled at him. The two drank a couple beers in silence, Sergey's gaze never leaving Sister.

"I have to ask Sergey" Sister set down her beer as she spoke, "Why can't you hit on your team?"

"It's, ah, a long explanation" he rubbed the back of his neck in discomfort.

"Come on Sergey, open up to Sister!" She gave her best drunk smile and opened her arms wide. Sergey chuckled. Sister drunk off her ass was a cute….funny sight.

"I'll try to shorten it if you want"

"No way man! Give me the deeds or ill drink you out of them…." Sister gave her drunken smile once more, and opened another bottle.

"Ok then…" Sergey paused and spoke on, "Well, the obvious start: They would kill me the instant I try to do anything"

Sister nodded absently, taking a swig and focused her unfocused eyes near what he believed was his hand, which lay on his thigh.

"And the other reason…I've kinda….feared them in my line of work" He chugged his beer and grabbed another, letting the buzz push him on.

"How are you scared of us really? I see noes logic" Sister hiccupped and stared at him.

"Noes logic? Never mind, I had a bad run with girls in the past, and I don't know really anything…." Sergey started, and the buzz of three beers straight carried him on blurred wings, his story and details being absorbed by the women in front of him. Everything was spilled: His run-ins, the mistakes, and the misfire of girlfriends; everything was told to her.

"Well, I have a rebuttal to that" she didn't sway with her words, eyes trained on his with no emotion. He sighed, the booze making his vision whirl a bit. Sister moved in a blur the first moment, colors blurring a bit, and the next, he was pushed up against solid crates, her warm lips against his in ecstasy.

"I can help you with that" she murmured against his lips, the buzz of booze replaced with the buzz of a kiss he never expected, no the kiss he's wanted he corrected himself.

"Thanks" he returned the kiss, and let things fade besides Sister, and her lips.

In the bar, meanwhile, the others were just having a good ole time. The Reds talked amongst themselves at the bar while they watched Caboose try to learn to play pool with a group of Marines while Rachel tried to Coach him. They each had their helmets off on the bar so they could drink their beers, except for Caboose who still had his helmet on.

"No, you want to try and knock the balls with stripes into the hole," one Marine tried to suggest.

"Okay, like this…"

Caboose grabbed a ball with his armored hand at chucked it at one of the pockets. But it missed and bounced up and then landed with a thud onto a table with a dozen large armored ODSTs at it. The ball careened into the glasses and shattered many of them and spilled their beer into their laps. They all immediately began seeking someone to punish and turned towards Caboose.

"Hey! Did you do this?" One angry Helljumper yelled at Caboose, holding up the slightly cracked cue ball.

"Do what?"

"Don't play stupid with me Blue boy," the man pushed Caboose back in fury.

Rachel immediately stepped in front of the drunken troopers and put her hands on each man's chest trying to keep the ODST from fighting Caboose. Caboose was still clueless as to what he did wrong and why he was being pushed and yelled at, but Rachel knew why.

"Well, well, well, look what we've got here boys," the man grinned as he saw Rachel's face, "These Simulation Troopers sure have some nice chicks don't they?"

"Say baby, why don't you ditch this loser and hang with some real men?" a truly massive ODST stepped up to Rachel, his breath reeking of alcohol.

Rachel simply frowned and shook her head and began to turn away from the man until he grabbed her arm. Rachel tried to pull herself loose but the man dragged her closer. Rachel, furious, spat in the man's face infuriating him.

"You little…"

The man tossed Rachel like a rag doll into the pool table where she crashed into it and watched the man approach her. But as the man was almost to her a massive figure stepped between her and the furious ODSTs. She saw the man's fists curl tightly and shake with pent up rage. As she looked up all she saw was Caboose's back and heard his voice, but in a truly different way. His voice was low and scary, he sounded, angry!

The Reds turned to see Caboose standing tall against a dozen, drunk and angry ODSTs and heard his terrifying voice boom over the noise of the bar and silence the whole room.

"You will not hurt her!"

Grif turned to Simmons.

"Is he…"

"Of fuck, Caboose is angry."

"Not angry," Lisa observed, "That guy's furious!"

"Should we help?" Liz asked, concerned.

"A dozen ODSTs bigger, meaner, stronger, tougher, and more deadly than all of us, against an angry Caboose, what do you think?" Simmons asked.

"Agreed, lets watch the show."

The ODSTs laughed at the large Blue soldier standing in front of them until the big one stepped forward and turned to his friends. He grinned evilly and then swirled around and threw a truly powerful right hook. But, his fist met Caboose's armored glove and was stunned as Caboose stared into his eyes. As he was about to throw another punch Caboose lifted him off the ground by his arm and swung around and smashed the ODST into the pool table. The heavy stone table cracked and shattered at the force of the blow Caboose turned back to the other ODSTs and yelled.

"My name, is Michael J. Caboose. And I love Rachel!"

Rachel audibly gasped, holding her hands over her mouth, and watched as the ODSTs charged at Caboose. Then, the fight turned ugly, for the Helljumpers. Caboose ran straight into the men and threw one massive punch at the lead soldier and sent him flying into the air and crashed onto a table, shattering the wood and sending broken glass everywhere. Then Caboose started to hammer the others mercilessly as the others watched in pure amazement. ODSTs were sent tumbling from blows strong enough to kill and tables, chairs, glasses, and men were sent flying through the air as Caboose tore the entire room to pieces. In his rampage Caboose picked up a whole pool table, saw a row of ODSTs getting up in front of a window and threw it.

Blue Team

CRASH

In front of Wash and the others who had managed to run from a large group of MPs, a window shattered and they all watched as a trio of men were shoved out by…

"Is that a pool table?"

They all ran up to the shattered window and peered inside. Before them, was the single largest mess they had ever seen. Everywhere lay men in ODST armor groaning and unconscious with splintered wood, shattered glass, and chunks of what appeared to be pieces of the wall. Standing in the center of all this, holding a man over his head was Caboose. Rachel was staring at him in shock, her eyes wide open, and hands over her mouth as if she were holding back a gasp. The Reds were sitting at the bar and watching the show with beer bottles in hand and were jabbering away.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO!" Church screamed at Caboose.

Caboose heard Church scream at him and whatever rampaging state of mind he was in, he snapped out of it and turned to face his shocked friends.

"Church!" Caboose greeted them, dropping the man onto the last standing table and broke it.

"No time for that, we gotta move!" Tex yelled as she saw a team of MPs trying to shoulder their through the crowd that was gathering at the window.

They all took off down the corridor as they were being chased by several squads of MPs in full armor holding Assault Rifles. As they reached a large staircase they began to run down it to try and reach the floor blow them where the others were at. But as they got to the bottom of the stairs and began running down the hall they heard a series of gunshots and a scream.

"I'm hit!"

Wash turned around in time to see Jenny fall to ground as a burst from an MP caught her in the hip. Wash sprinted right to her, ignoring the bullets bouncing off the tile around him from the MPs' rifles. He grabbed Jenny's shoulders and dragged her behind a wall.

"Guys! I need some help over here!" Wash desperately yelled.

To his relief the group saw him and had already begun to fire back. Wash saw Hawaii sprint over to his position with his SMGs in hand. The MPs had been pinned down by the heavy fire from the team and Wash saw a pair of MPs try to make a break for cover down the stairs only to be shot dead and tumble down stairs leaving a trail red in their wake. The Reds and Blues had really learned something from their training after all, Wash thought as he turned his attention back to the injured Jenny who had by now slipped into unconsciousness.

"She's gone into shock. We need to get her back to the ship now!"

"Don't worry dude I'll carry her!" Hawaii yelled back as he lifted up her limp body and Wash cringed as he saw a small pool of dark red blood on the tile where Jenny was lying the moment before.

"Fall back to the ship, move!" Wash yelled as he fired a burst at the MPs to cover Hawaii as he ran full speed back to a large door that lead to the warehouse the others would be at. Wash ran back as fast as he could as Tex covered their retreat and slapped down a smoke grenade to mask their movement as she too retreated. The group charged into the large Warehouse where the rest of their team stood at the entrance waiting for him.

"Vic, do you copy? Come in!" Wash yelled into his mic.

"Yello dude, what's goin' on? Ya sound like you need a chill pill, or one of those chill strips…"

"Vic! Is the ship docked at the loading bay?"

"Jeez dude calm down we've been here waiting for you."

"Good, open up the bay and tell dock we have wounded."

"Gottcha dude, opening hangar bay now."

Wash watched as the large doors opened up to reveal the hangar bay where the Misfit had docked. The rest of the team, including Junior, was waiting there. They ran out to get aboard but then a burst of gunfire from behind them forced them to duck down. The MPs had caught up with them and had taken up position behind a series of crates. But as they all took cover they heard an all-too-familiar-tune. Tejano music began to blare loudly from behind the MPs as they stopped and listened as the music got louder. Then from out of nowhere a brand new Gauss Hog smashed through the crates and scattered the MPs in panic.

"Yeehaw!" Sarge bellowed, blasting an MP with his Shotgun with one hand from the driver's seat while Carmen did the same in the passenger's seat.

"Now's our chance! Get aboard now!" Wash ordered.

The entire group raced to the ship and as they all were aboard the ship's bay began to close itself and FILLS disengaged the docking clamps and began to speed away. As Doc began to treat Jenny the others all looked at him in a mixture of fear, rage, questioning.

"What now?" Sarge asked.

"We've been betrayed by Command, so now we have nothing else to do," Tucker grumbled, pissed off.

"No," Church started, "We still have one thing that we don't have to worry about now. Without Command telling us what to do we can finish what we started."

"We can kill the Director."

Big Z: Wow that's a lot of writing.

June F: Indeed my friend!

Vivian: *pops in* Very impressive word count

Big Z: AI?

June F: AI….

Tex: Ok, onto rating of story?

June F: God, I luuuvvvv this story!

Tex: Caboose threw that table impressively, I give him props

Sister: *coughs a bit*

Sergey: *does the same*

June F: Awkward coughing rules this room!

Tex: Let's just let Big Z wrap it up here, I need some *coughs* rest

Tucker: Rest? Oh hell yes!

Tex: *takes out shotgun* Come back soon… *points it at Tucker* DIE!

Big Z: While Tucker runs for his life, please take a little time to review this Chapter.

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