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Chapter 10: Purple is Still Not a Color
Elsewhere, a few miles from the Red and Blue bases where men and men-that-were-called-women-but-technically-weren't dreamed unsettling dreams, a Pelican touched down in the dead of night. Most of the ship's occupants had their own responsibilities, looking for clues to the Freelancer Project. They personally cared little of the Reds or Blues that existed in Valhalla. To them, the Sim-Soldiers were just a piece of the puzzle, something vaguely important as a resource though not important enough to be guarded.
And yet, one armored form titled his head in the direction of the Valhalla bases and hiked up the pack he was carrying, his armor seemingly black in the gloom of the night. To some, he would seem a nefarious figure … until he tripped down the hillside the Pelican had been parked on, screeching the whole way down, only to plop back to his feet with an, "I'm fine!" at the end.
Yes, certainly a nefarious figure indeed … not that I would put too much stake in that. As a narrator, I'm not the most reliable of figures.
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Meanwhile, at Red Base, Sarge stood guard, looking up at the moon, glancing back at the entrance of Red Base from time to time as a growl or a snore would escape the resident female of the base. Personally, he thought she was killing a baboon in there with all the noise she was making.
Honestly, he wanted to fill the void with an Ode to Killing Grif as he tried to serenade the moon, but he just didn't feel it. It just didn't feel right to sing about killing … well, a girl. It was just so wrong that Grif was now technically a girl and it irritated every red cell in his body to the point of foaming rage! And for Simmons to be the one to do this to him?! He had half a mind to make his skin into a rug! A partially metallic and freckly rug, but a rug nonetheless.
If only there was a way to change a woman into a man?
Sarge almost dropped his shot gun as a brilliant (at least by his standards) idea hit him like a warthog. Slowly, ever so slowly he walked into the base, his form basically abuzz as he dwelt on how to undo the female-Grif tragedy. And then, in a way that would wake most if someone was creepily standing over them, Sarge stood over Grif's bed and smiled under his helmet.
He could work with this. He just needed some help … a maybe a set of ovaries.
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The sun was on the rise, just blossoming in the distance as a frail mix of orange and red, when the figure from the Pelican earlier that night finally stalled on a cliff overhanging Valhalla. One might have thought of it as a threatening stance, perhaps one of a conqueror or a surveyor … until they saw in the sunlight that he was wearing purple armor.
Yes, purple.
"Well, that as quite a hike, invigorating and super healthy and just look at that view," said Doc to himself as he peered down at the gulley, part of him noting the high peaks of the two bases. One was aglow and the other seemed to be offline when it came to electricity … or invisible magic for the technology-sensitive.
"Okay, now command wanted me to check on the yellow soldier. The only female soldier," said Doc as he read the message on his HUD, only to frown for a moment before he asked himself, "Well, that must be a typo. Red doesn't have any female soldier … Hmm, they must mean Blue Team with Sister."
Looking back towards Blue Base, Doc nodded and then looked over the cliff edge, frowning, "So how do I get dow-AAAhhhhhhhhhh!"
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Paw07: Doc is hard to write, for me at least, and yet he is one of my favorites. As for Sarges diabolical plans … we will just see. Also I just loved, loved, the newest RvsB PSA with camping. Yep, did not expect it to crossover with Minecraft. It was just too perfect. XD