Bloodgulch...for once in a while the canyon was blissfully quiet. There wasn't the sound of even an animal singing since nothing could ever hope to live in such an arid shithole. But for a little bit it was quiet.

"YEAH! GET SOME!" Simmons yelled out, ending the quiet with a hailstorm of bullet fire.

"SUCK IT BLUE!" Bellowed Sarge who blasted away as well.

"AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" Grif let out what he thought was gonna be a battle cry but sounded more like a dying man. But at least he still shot his gun correctly.

The shooting continued until the thunk of armor hit the canyon ground.
Sarge pleasantly turned to his soldiers, gesturing at the targets.

"That's what we'll do when the blues show up." He stated proudly at the bullet-ridden suit of old armor lying on the floor.

Sarge thought to himself that target practice went well. Though he would've much preferred if Simmons & Donut had approved his suggestion they simply use Grif as a moving target for practice as well. It would've been even more fun, and simply better training! Though Sarge supposed SOME people couldn't handle a little collateral damage.

"All due respect sir but wouldn't we have needed this ammo for when we do shoot at the blues?" Simmons asked.

"Maybe, who cares," Sarge looked up for a second, "HEY LOPEZ! TOSS ANOTHER CLIP AMIGO!"

The brown robot soldier looked up from his mechanic manual and hurled another ammo clip at Sarge annoyedly. As usual Sarge caught it, an ability Lopez yet still was infuriated by.

"Uno de estos días lo golpeará One of these days it'll hit him," The robot muttered to itself before reclining again in the chair and continuing to read about the new circuitry being handed out for military equipment, "Dios, me encantaría uno de esos God, I would love one of those..."

Meanwhile Sarge continued to blast the already pretty much destroyed target. Demonstrating politely to his soldiers how to kick someone while they're down.

"You see Donut, it's a very delicate art." Sarge explained to his newest soldier (even though it'd been months since he first arrived).

"Sir, all do respect, would this work if it was Captain Florida?" Grif commented snidely. Sarge quickly stiffened.

"Yeah! You do seem friendly around him si-OW!" Donut was cut off as Sarge sweeped his legs out and began pummeling the private in the head with the butt of his shotgun, whilst threateningly telling Grif he was next.
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Meanwhile, watching from a cliffside were two soldiers bearing blue-ish armor. Though Tucker would probably complain like hell that his was aqua, a gift from their captain.

"Sooooo, what's happening with them?" Tucker leaned over the shoulder of his friend.

"Well, as per usual Sarge is beating the crap out of his soldiers." Church replied nonchalantly. He'd done enough recon for the blue team on the reds to understand the natural behavior of the other team.

"How so?"

"Well he's hitting that pink one with the butt of his shotgun. Now he's really laying into the other one." Church noted as Sarge clubbed Grif over the head multiple times,

"Bow-chicka-bow-wow." Commented Tucker. Church simply turned to him exasperated and wondered how in the hell they had become friends.

"Do you ever just shut the fuck up?" He asked, annoyed. Tucker shrugged in response.

"Alrighty there guys?" Came the voice of Florida over the coms.

"Yes sir," Came the simultaneous answer of Tucker & Church. The two deeply respected their captain even if they weren't too happy with the world around them, Captain Florida always knew best.

"CHURCH," Caboose loudly rang out through the radio, "TUCKER! COME BACK TO BASE QUICKLY!"

The two soldiers sighed as their eardrums recovered from the volume of Caboose. It was like the guy didn't know what an indoor and outdoor voice was. Still, he was a part of the team, so they put up with him.

"Caboose isn't totally wrong guys, come back. We got something you two would love to see." Florida backed up Caboose.

Tucker & Church proceeded to jog their way back down the ridge of the cliff into the other side of the canyon where their base resided.
Meanwhile two reds crouched in the grass behind a rock watching them go.

"Well?" Grif asked his partner,

"They're going back to base." Simmons responded not looking away from the cliff edge they had been spying on which the blues were spying on them from...uh, that was confusing.

"Well then thats it, let's go back to base." Grif turned to go but Simmons grabbed his shoulder tugging him back.

"Uh-uh, we should investigate."

"Why?" Grif moaned lazily,

"Do you want to be forced to do laps like Donut if we go back?" Grif was silent for a moment at that, but quickly picked up his gun as he hurried across the open canyon.

"Just another day in Bloodgulch." Summoned muttered to himself. Before taking off after his orange-clad ally.