Episode Twelve, Star Gazer.

"Fine Sarge." Donut said walking on top of the base where Simmons was looking through a telescope with pieces of paper everywhere.

"Hey Simmons."

"Hey Donut."

"What are you doing?"

"Looking at Aldebaran. In the constellation Taurus."

"Uh.. Sarge wants you to clean the warthog."

"Later."

"Later?"

"Later."

"Your not going to listen to Sarge?"

"Nope. Tell him I'll do it when it gets bright."

"Okay?" With that said Donut walked over to sarge.

"He says he'll do it later."

"WHAT!!!? What in Sam hell is that boy doing that he can't clean this beautiful piece of machinery?"

"Look-"

"Nerd stuff." Grif chimed in leaning against the base smoking.

"Shut it meat sack! What Donut?"

"Looking at stars."

"Stars!!? Grif!"

"What?"

"I need you to make him get down here!"

"Can do." Grif walked up to Simmons.

"Wow.."

"Wow what nerd?"

"I just saw a small star explode."

"Wait. Your watching explosions?"

"Just one."

"Now this is my kind of stuff. Where?" Grif pushed Simmons out of the way and looked through the telescope.

'Don't move it and you'll see it." Simmons said grinding his teeth.

"I see it. That tiny explosion?"

"That's no tiny explosion Grif. If anyone would have been anywhere near that thing during the explosion they would have died instantly."

"Yeah, but it still looks small from here."

"That's because that star was six light years away. That explosion didn't take place just now."

"But we see it now."

"That's because its so far away. Light travels at one hundred, eighty six thousand miles per second so that explosion took place about a year or so ago. Light just travels so slow that we're just now seeing it."

"One word. Nerd." Simmons rolled his eyes then wrote something on a piece of paper.

"What are you writing down?"

"The latitude and longitude of the explosion."

"The what?"

"You don't know what that means? That doesn't really surprise me."

"You are such a nerd." He sat down on the edge of the base and blew out another puff of his cigarette.

"Your ruining my lungs!"

"I know."

"Stop it!!"

"Make me."

"Why are you doing that?!"

"To make you mad. Plus I'm bored."

"So why smoke!!?"

"You wouldn't understand."

"Oh like I wouldn't understand. Mister, what is latitude and longitude!!"

"At least I'm not a nerd."

"I'm not a nerd! Now stop smoking!"

"Not happening."

"Never mind." Simmons started looking through the telescope again.

"So… You ever wonder why the hell Sarge always wants the warthog cleaned?"

"Because if he doesn't Lopez will kill him in his sleep."

"You know what I don't get?"

"Everything?"

"Not that. If Lopez speaks Spanish does he write it to? I mean if not why not have him carry around sticky notes or a doodle board."

"God you're a dumb ass. Because he can't write."

"Why?" After a big sigh Simmons responded,

"Because he's a robot."

"That makes no since what so ever."

"Yeah like you make more."

"So your Irish. Right?"

"Yeah."

"Your from Ireland?"

"Yes."

"So have you ever seen the that big monster fish in the lake?"

"You mean the lateen ness monster?"

"Yeah."

"That's not in Ireland you dip shit!! That's in England!"

"Oh." Simmons started looking through the telescope then looking at the paper to write.

"Sarge wants you to clean the warthog."

"I know." As they talked the sun started raising.

"Oh no!!"

"What is it Simmons?"

"The suns raising and I'm not finished!"

"Then finish tomorrow."

"Its not that easy!!"

"Poor Simmons. His nerdy work for his evil nerd friends is being interrupted."

"Shut it!" He started writing quicker and looking back and forth quicker also.

"Dude you look like your Clark Kent in super fast mode."

"Good!"

"I wish I was a super hero."

"What would your name be? Super lazy ass?"

"No."

"Captain Fat Boy?"

"I'm not fat."

"What about… Captain Loser." Sarge then walked up.

"Captain, get down here before I kick your asses! He he."

"Hi sir!"

"Hello Simmons. Who's your strange mutated friend?"

"You mean Grif?"

"Yeah whatever." Donut strolled up.

"I'm immune to insults."

"Shut it dumb ass."

"Why don't you shut it kiss ass?"

"Simmons you and the dead man need to go clean the warthog before I get scolded in Spanish by Lopez!"

"Hello old man." Lopez said in Spanish walking up.

"Hello my metallic friend." Sarge said looking at him.

"Hey Lopez." Grif said looking at him.

"Hello retard."

"I don't know for sure, but I think he insulted Grif! Again!"

"Why not?" Simmons chimed in as the sun raised.

"Because of this you are the greatest robot a guy could have."

"Hey Simmons."

"What Grif?"

"Don't you think its just a little weird how Sarge likes a robot more then me?"

"No. I like him more then you to."

"I don't need you to like me kiss ass. I still have Donut."

"I heard my name!"

"Grif said he has you as a friend."

"FRIEND!!? I NE-" Donut ran over and hugged him.

"I knew we were friends!"

"Get off me!!" Grif pushed him off and Donut smiled with his Blonde hair and Blue eyes.

"I know you liked it!"

"No I didn't." Grif said with a blank look on his face as his Brown hair hung in his Blue eyes. Donut smiled and Grif rolled his eyes.

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"I told you this yesterday and I'll tell you again now. DON'T LOOK DIRECTLY AT THE SUN!!!" Church shouted to Caboose as they sat on top of the base.

"But its so pretty!"

"I don't give a fuck!!"

"Do you think Sheila is happy Church?"

"Lets see. She gets left out in the rain, wind, heat, and whatever else hit here. She lives in a tank. No one, but you ever comes to talk to her. And last of all everyone, but you fucking hates her."

"So she's happy?"

"Believe what you want."

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"Lets go clean the warthog man, man thing, dead man."

"Yes, sir!!" Simmons walked down alone.

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Sarge was circling the jeep then stopped.

"Good work Simmons!"

"Thanks sir."

"I need you and the corpse to go look through the caves for anything unusual."

"You mean Grif?"

"Yeah whatever."

"Okay, but one more thing."

"What?"

"Why do we need to do that anyway?"

"I saw that freelancer wondering around there a week or so ago and last night another one!!"

"But the Blues only have one freelancer, right?"

"I'm not sure. That one was wearing Black and Yellow!"

"Okay sir!"

"Good go."

"GRIF!!!"

"WHAT!!??"

"I NEED YOU TO HELP ME EAT THIS CAKE DONUT MADE!!" Grif rushed out and walked over.

"You lied."

"Yep. Come on."

"What now?"

"Sarge wants us to investigate some strange Blue team activity in the caves."

"Fine, but anyone attacks us I'm out."

"Alright."

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The wondered cautiously around rocks and turning corners. After a few minutes of searching they found Doc's stuff. Then after a few more minutes they found some ammo and freelancer armor enhancements.

"Look Grif. These are armor enhancements."

"Why would anything like that be in here?"

"Not sure. I wonder if the freelancers Sarge said he saw in here know about these."

"How many is there?"

"Ten or so."

"What are they?"

"One is graft lift, shield enhancer, weapon enhancement, and the others are just more."

"Unusual. One question Simmons."

"What?"

"Is there even that many Ops guys in this canyon?"

"No. That's why its even weirder."

"Well lets take them back to base so Sarge can do what he does with stuff like this."

"Sounds good. You grab four I'll grab six." Grif sighed as they both picked some up and headed to base.

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"Very interesting….. Good job Simmons!!" Sarge said looking at the enhancements.

"Thanks sir!" Grif sighed and lit a cigarette. Then he blew all over Simmons' helmet.

"Stop that!!"

"Make me."

"Do you ever wear your helmet?"

"Only in battle situations." He blew on Simmons as he removed his helmet. Simmons coughed and fanned it away.

"At least stop doing it in my face."

"Fine."

"This is beautiful!!!" Donut chimed and they looked at him.

"What?" They both asked in unison.

"Your compromising!!" They looked at each other then started arguing.

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Maine walked into the cave unlatching his helmet and sitting down near where Simmons and Grif found the enhancements. He looked over drinking some water out of a cantina notice the empty space he spit out his water and searched around franticly. Then he found one of Grif's brown hairs on the ground. He picked it up then ran outside and looking to compare the color to everyone in the canyon. He looked at Blue base first. Caboose had Blonde hair and Blue eyes. Moving on. He thought looking at Church flirting with Tex by the entry. Black hair Brown eyes. Tucker, dark Blonde hair and Blue eyes. Sister, Brown hair and Green eyes. Tex, Green eyes Orange hair. Wash, Black hair Gray eyes. He looked over to Red base. Simmons, Brown hair and Green eyes. Sarge was wearing his helmet most the time so might as well forget that. Donut, Blonde hair light Blue eyes. And Grif, Brown hair Blue eyes. After a quick comparison Maine came to the conclusion it could only be Grif or Sister. Maine thought for a moment then looked over to a rock to see Wash looking directly at him with his helmet off and his hair blowing in the wind and was holding his helmet in his right arm at his side. Maine looked at him as the wind picked up and the clouds got dark. Wash tossed his helmet and stepped off the rock as Maine started making his way to Wash also. Then the stopped a foot away and looked directly at each other with frowns.

"Maine. I knew you would follow me. You always do."

"I knew you'd find me. You always do."

"Seems we know each other to well." Maine only smirked. Then Wash drew his weapon and Maine did the same pointing them at each other's face. It went dark and someone pulled the trigger.

End Episode, Twelve.