I want to thank you all for those who supported my works. It really means a lot to me. I also want to thank everyone who spared a few minutes of their time to read this story.

I do not own Red vs. Blue, Halo, nor RWBY

Here we go

"Mr. Chairman sir, hey... it's so good to see ya." Felix greeted Hargrove in a somewhat suave voice. "About our assignment sir, whe-"

The Chairman of Charon industries interrupted the money obsessed mercenary with a raised hand as he sipped his warm coffee brew. "Now, hold on just a minute Felix. Let me just point out a few things first. Oh, and good day to you Locus."

"Sir." Locus replied with formality as he approached the two. The Chairman however, did not return his greeting towards Felix.

"Before I send you two out, let me just briefly talk regarding your position as a member of my association." Hargrove gestured towards Felix.

"Me?" Felix pointed towards himself. "What did I do wrong?"

"Ah, ignorance is always a bliss, they say. You, Mr. Gates have somewhat found yourself in quite a predicament here at Charon Industries. Your actions have somewhat, placed a dent on our operations, and that's just putting it lightly."

Felix scoffed and boasted. "Please, since when have I ever let you down Mr. Chairman."

"Plenty of times in fact, but I won't be going over those. It is because of your pride, your ego, and greed have caused you to often disrupt our plans. Some of my councilors have even proposed to me to have you removed from the equation entirely and be replaced by someone who is more competent."

That caused Felix to flinch.

"I however, was more lenient and will be giving you this chance to prove yourself if you are even worthy of being a member."

"Yes sir, I won't fail this time."

"Hmmm. Very well. I will be assigning you two in Vale, where you will be meeting a group that is somewhat, unorthodox. There, you will work together and make sure this operation will not go into shambles. If you fail, then we at Charon Industries will sort out the mess and will be tying loose ends."

Felix gulped at the ominous statement.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Sir yes sir." Both mercenaries saluted.

"Good, you will be given your gear and be shipped out tomorrow. I'll be seeing you around gentlemen."

The Chairman bid them goodbye and walked away. Once he was out of hearing distance, Felix angrily muttered. "Fucking Chairman. Who does he think he is? 'You have caused a dent in our plans'" he mocked. "Why is it only me? You know, without me, his stupid business won't even be successful in the first place!"

Locus coughed meaningfully.

"Yeah, yeah, you too Sammy. Sure, I have made my mistakes but it's not like I'm the only one who screwed up. What about that douchebag Sharkface? That guy has even more chances of fucking things over just by looking at his face and hearing his stupid name."

"Don't dwell on that now Felix. Chairman Hargrove has now given us new orders. Focus on that so he doesn't kick you out of his inner circle." Locus said to his partner.

The orange armored merc snorted. "So this group we're supposed to help with. What does he mean by-

/-Cut to Vale Airport-/

-Unorthodox?" Felix and Locus were now standing outside of Vale's airport.

After their Pelican secretly landed on the airstrip without being spotted, the Reds and Blues piled their way out. Many of them complained about how the flight was annoying, with bitching about how they suffered back aches and cramps. They were relieved once they heard they were landing soon and grabbed their bags and weapons for the operation. The pilots wished them good luck but they felt that they will be needing more than just luck.

The sim troopers finally snuck their way from the airfield, past security and into the airport.

"Oh yeah Vale, say hello to Lavernius Tucker!" Tucker spread his arms wide inside the airport while shouting his name. The people inside merely casted him glances before continuing with their business.

"Tough crowd." he mumbled.

"HELLO! EVERYBODY! EYE AM MICHAEL J. CABOOSE. AND I AM FROM GU-"

Church slapped a hand into Caboose's mouth to avoid him from continuing.

"Caboose, shut up. Don't blow our cover. Also it's I you idiot. Not eye." Church hissed.

"Oops, sorry." Caboose whispered.

The reds decided to take a look around the airport, critiquing the interior and seeing all sorts of bits and bobs that Gulch doesn't have.

"Huh, I expected it to be more, you know..." Simmons trailed.

Griff decided to butt in. "Cool, awesome, classy?"

"Yeah that."

While the airport held things that you would usually see inside them, the one in Vale felt, small, retro-ish with a bit of modern stuff like holo-screens added onto it. It felt different from what they had at Gulch.

"Even their airplanes are weird." Donut said out loud. "Look."

Donut pointed at a strange looking aircraft with everyone also gazing at it. It was a VTOL type aircraft, with the engines located at the wings. The airplane thingy also had no windows and instead, it was replaced with doors that open vertically.

"Look at those airships." Doc also gestured towards the fascinating air vessels. They were large, and had wings that flapped up and down.

"I want to ride them!" Caboose excitedly cheered.

"Those look awesome." Said Tucker with Church nodding in agreement. The troopers took a few more looks and they finally got to see a faunus in real life since none of them inhabited Gulch. What also caught their interest was what the people wore. While some of them did wear casual clothes, others wore unique and exotic clothing that one would normally see in an RPG type game. Others walked around the airport with bizarre weapons strapped on their backs. The weapons did appear to be archaic, with swords and staffs and maces, etc. They happen to have some sort of transforming function.

"Look at those gizmos. If only my shotgun can transform into something else. Like an axe, so I could battle my enemies up close and personal, while making sure I have a bladed option to hurt Grif. The old method of shooting him is starting to become stale now." Sarge spoke up.

"Fuck you Sarge." Grif retorted.

"Come on you guys, let's get out of here. I want to see what the city looks like." Tucker pleaded. The rest agreed and followed the aqua clothed teen outside.

Once they were outside, Tucker's excitement transformed into disappointment.

"What the heck is this? Where is the metropolis, the city lights, the skyscrapers?" Tucker spat while gesticulating his arms. The whole city wasn't urbanized like their cities back at Gulch, much to Tucker's dismay. It felt like they were sent back in time, but with some modern aesthetics added to the buildings.

"Oh come off of it Tucker. It ain't bad at all. The whole place reminds me of that video game I used to play." Church said as he admired the city in front of him.

"It does look nice." Doc complimented as he held a map of Vale's city. "There are some nice places we can visit. I say we check those out first."

"Yeah, let's explore this place. I can't wait to take pictures." Donut brought out a polaroid film camera to use.

"You're not gonna use a digital one?" Doc asked.

"Nope. I want to do some scrapbooking later." The lightish-red grenadier responded.

As the whole group was busy talking, Sarge radioed to Command.

"Sarge to HQ, we have arrived safely." Sarge voiced in.

"Excellent work sergeant." the voice at headquarters replied.

"Now, do we get to kill the blues?" Sarge asked.

"Absolutely not. Just follow your orders." With that, the call was cut off.

"Dangnabbit." Sarge cursed.

"So, where do we go first?" Church asked.

"The beach, the babes!"

"The park."

"Playground!"

"Someplace to eat?"

"The museum!"

"The mall!"

"Military bases!"

Church sighed. This was going nowhere. First things first, like he promised Tucker, they need to rent a vehicle. Luckily, there was a car rental near the airport. Church made his way there followed by the rest of them.

"So buddy, what car do we choose? I say we go for a sports car, or a muscle car maybe." Tucker suggested.

"Oh heck no son." Sarge protested. "I say we go military style like the Warthog. Grif, Simmons! Go search for a jeep!"

"Do we even have enough Lien for that?" Church asked.

"How about we all share a ride? That way, we can all formally bond together." Doc also sugegsted.

"Reds, and Blues? Sharing and bonding to become purple? Yuck! No way are we ever going to do that." Sarge shot back.

Doc frowned.

Church groaned before responding. "Let's just pick the cheapest one so we can- *oof*"

The cobalt hooded teen bumped into someone and gave his apologies, with the stranger doing the same. Church froze upon hearing the voice, as did the person he bumped into.

"No, no, no..."

"What the fuck...?"

There was a moment's pause.

""What the hell are you doing here!?"" both Church and the young man shouted. Some people turned towards them.

The man was revealed to be Felix, with Locus standing not too far from him. The boastful orange mercenary wore a formal black suit, with a gray dress shirt inside and an orange tie with business pants, while his partner contrasted him. Locus merely wore a green t shirt with a gun emblazoned on it, along with plain jeans. Felix was in his late teens while Locus appeared to be 20 to 21

"Wait, these are the idiots we're supposed to be working together with!?" Felix all but yelled.

"Wait, hold on a fucking second. What do you mean 'working together'?" Church angrily asked back.

The rest of the reds and blues caught up and saw the two mercenaries.

"Oh, hey Felix, hey Locus! You guys are here for our adventure too? This is awesome!" Caboose greeted.

Introductions and greetings were thrown about even though they really weren't necessary since they already knew each other back at Gulch. Caboose still insisted they do that so they were all forced to play along. And after minutes of standing around talking, cursing and yelling, they all paid money and settled for a large van after lots and lots of trying to convince Sarge to agree to it.

They all crammed themselves inside of it and drove away from the airport. Grif was driving with Sarge having the luxury to call shotgun and sit at the front. The others at the back meanwhile, didn't find the drive to be comfortable since they were all sitting closely to each other and having no personal space whatsoever due to the luggage they brought. Locus had to sit between Church and Felix to avoid those two from killing each other.

"So" Grif spoke up as he drove. "Where to?"

"Go for a fancy hotel. It needs to be perfect for my standards." Felix answered. Doc and Donut where now going over the best hotels and suites to stay at from the travel brochure they picked up from the airport.

"No. We are going to stay at a moderately priced one." Church countered Felix's suggestion.

"I agree, we need to save Lien." Locus sounded with agreement.

"Both of you, shut your traps. I'll be the one leading this and I say we go to a nice resort." Felix angrily replied.

"Woah, woah woah, who said anything about you taking charge dipshit?" Church fired back.

"That's it. I'm driving us to a pizzeria." Grif then typed a pizza place on the van's navigation system.

"Not so fast numbnuts! We check their military bases first so we can assess them!"

"Did someone say asses~?" Donut piped up.

"Shut up Donut!"

"No, we're going to the Golden Blossom!" Felix leaned forward to the nav system and typed the name of the 5 star hotel he found from the brochure.

"Wait hold up!" Church tried to drag Felix back with Locus trying to assist.

"How about the beach? It ain't too far from here." Tucker offered.

"I see a playground! Let's go!" Caboose said as he squashed his face on the window, looking to the place where the children played.

"All of you shut up!'' Church yelled.

All of them were now arguing, with Simmons, Doc and Lopez remaining quiet. The rest of the group were now babbling incoherently, with Grif joining in, not paying attention to the road in front of him.

"Hey, we're going to the pizza place they have here. It's a good one, the reviews said."

"Oh for the love of- Grif LOOK OUT!" Church yelled and pointed as a big truck approached them head on. The truck honked it's horns and the guys in the van yelled.

"Aaaah!"

"Gods, this is it, we're going to die!"

"Nooo!"

"Dios me salve!"

Grif turned the wheel and managed to avoid crashing into the truck and possibly killing them all.

"Everyone. PLEASE. STOP." Locus ordered. Everyone calmed down after hearing his threatening tone. He didn't normally raise his voice like that but when you are in a van, filled with idiots who are at each other's throats all the time, it was a good reason to do so.

This was the most chaotic car ride he ever experienced. This mission was going to suck, big time.

END