Author's Note.

And after so long, our final chapter!

Disclaimer

The Halo franchise belongs to Bungie and Microsoft, Red vs Blue belongs to Rooster teeth. This is a fan made story.

Flamers and such, take a hitch-hike through the galaxy.

Epilogue

Deanis had been waiting for quite some time.

Soldiers, varying in both Red Army and civilians, walked in the large metal room. It reminded her of an airport, though not really for commercial airliners. Her team was will her, each in their new armor. It was the same models as the last ones, and each the same color. They had refused to wear anything else, none of the new helmets or anything. It wasn't even a technical upgrade, it was just that their older armor suits were wearing out.

The only person that wasn't there, was Sarge. To some of their surprises, the CO had refused to come. The only thing that Deanis had truly thought about was the fact that she might never see him again. He had been like a father figure, though suicidal and all the love of an atomic bomb, still a fatherly figure. She was going to miss the old son of a bitch.

In Sarge's place, Grif had been promoted to Sergeant, completely by passing E-3 and E-4. Though Grif considered himself the same rank as Sarge, he was actually just a rank below him. Sarge was an E-5 non-com, with ODST training to back anything he did up.

Sergeant Grif and Simmons were the first ones pulled out by an intern. They both had said their goodbyes, though Grif brought up the fact that he could command Deanis now once again. Deanis denied, claiming that the day that he was her commander would be his last. The last thing she did for an insult was give him a left hand salute.

Then was it was just her and Donut, and that ended when someone came for Deanis.

"Deanis," Donut said in his sniffing, "Will we see each other again? You've… you've been about the only person whose stuck with me this long."

"Don't get all gushy on me Donut," Deanis said, "I've had just about all I can take with the fucking goodbye shit."

"But is-is this it?" He asked, a slight crack and whine in his voice.

"No man, it isn't," Deanis said, and her mood lightened slightly, "We're soldiers remember? Called to Serve, protectors of Earth and her colonies, or even a fucking backwater canyon in the middle of nowhere. We've been chained ever since, bound by war."

"…that was so beautiful…"

"Shut up it ain't a soap opera."

"So we'll see each other again?"

"'Coarse Donut, Our lives have just begun."

God that is so emotional, and gushy... Honestly the ending kind of makes me nauseous.

Now then, I am going to need more time to fix up the next series. I know, I know, you're all sick of waiting because of my last time thing, yes. But seriously, there's going to be a lot more going on in the next saga and if I want to get it right, I'm going to need more time. You all know how heavily integrated Reconstruction is, and I'm going to need to make a good impression. I do got a plan, but I'll need to make adjustments and what not.

Until then...

Read, Review, Remind me, and Whatever.

VirTaAshi Signing out... For now.