Author's Note: I would've submitted this a lot sooner, but I had a hard time figuring out where to start. Eventually, I decided to skip most of Season 11 simply because most of the season would be copies of the canon storyline, but with Jena and Strike's dialogue in it. This wasn't an easy decision, but this was the one I was most comfortable with.

Any and all comments are welcome.

A lot has happened since the introduction of Freckles. An argument between Wash and Tucker lead to Freckles somehow making Caboose the team leader. Simmons has been taken by Freckles and forced to join Blue Team. Donut, Doc, and Lopez showed up in response to their SOS, but they stupidly let the ship fly away without them. The Red Team left to build their own giant robot to kill Freckles. While all that was happening, Jena and Strike couldn't stop it from happening because the Reds and Blues just couldn't listen.

While Strike was checking in on the Red Team, Jena checked in on Blue Base to see Caboose. She caught him rummaging through a large pile of garbage that was laid out all over the floor.

"What am I looking at?" Jena asked.

"Well, certainly not me because I'm not looking at you." Caboose answered.

"Just turn around and talk to me, Caboose." Jena said.

The blue soldier turned himself around. "Ah. Hello, Jena. How is your day?"

"As chaotic as the last few days have been. I got a robot aiming its missiles at my friends, you're the team leader, I'm even further ahead from sensing the source of this planet's weird energy, and no one is listening to me. Not to mention, I hear from Strike that he's having a similar problem with Red Team."

"Oh. Well, don't worry. I know what can turn that frown upside down. I'm looking for something cute for Freckles to wear so I can post a picture of it on Basebook."

"You mean Simmons' social media site that only connects between the two bases in this canyon?" Jena sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

"CABOOSE!"

Both Jena and Caboose recognized Agent Washington's yelling. They ran outside to see Freckles preparing to engage the Freelancer.

"Hello." Caboose greeted.

"Wash, what's going on?" Jena asked.

"Caboose, your pet is trying to kill me!"

"What? That doesn't sound like… Hey, Freckles, what are you doing?"

The Mantis droid replied, "Agent Washington has failed to uphold the minimum requirements for Blue Team and therefore must be exterminated."

"See, Wash. He's just doing whatever it is that he said." Caboose said.

"Caboose, 'exterminated' is a bad thing, especially for Wash!" Jena shouted. She wrapped her fingers around her lightsaber handle. "I'm sorry, Caboose, but I'm gonna have to…"

"Wait, Jena! I have this! I just need to talk to Caboose!" Washington interrupted. Jena heard the genuine tone in her friend's voice and stood down.

"Oh. Okay. What seems to be the problem, Agent Washington?" Caboose asked.

Washington looked around to see if everyone was there. He saw Caboose, Freckles, Jena, Tucker, and even Simmons who were listening in. He sighed before saying what he needed to say.

"I'm sorry, Caboose. I'm sorry that your best friend turned and abandoned you. Maybe he thought you would try to stop him or maybe he doesn't know how to say goodbye. But whatever the reason, he still left you, all of you. I had no idea how to help you handle this, so I left you alone. But instead of coming to terms with what you lost, you replaced it with Freckles, the first thing you could find. But I should have been there for you Caboose, because that's what friends do for each other."

"Captain Caboose is not your friend." Freckles said. "He is your commanding…"

"Um… Yeah, we're all friends here." Caboose said.

"We are." Wash agreed. "I know it's not much… but I made you something." He stood aside revealing something very familiar to Caboose.

"OH, MY GOD! MY OLD HELMET!" Caboose cheered approaching Washington's gift.

Jena followed Caboose. "Wash is right. Listen, Caboose, I know how much Freckles means to you, but you have to understand that he's very dangerous. He's not a puppy anymore… or a kitten or… Well, he's very big."

"Yeah. He blew up a car." Caboose lamented.

"I remember that."

Caboose turned to approach his robot pet. "Freckles, you're one of the best robots I ever met, which is saying something because I have met a lot of cool robots. But… from now on… I think you should listen to Agent Washington. Jena too while you're at it."

"…Are you sure?" Freckles asked.

"Yeah. They're pretty smart."

"…Acknowledged."

"You can be leaders now if you want to, guys." Caboose said to Washington and Jena. "It's not as fun as it sounds. I think I'm more comfortable being the daring second-in-command kind of thing. All perks, no work."

Jena chuckled. "We'll keep that in mind."

Caboose put his helmet on. "Oh, this is great! And look! Someone left gum!"

"Pretty sneaky, Wash." Tucker commented. "A couple of mushy words, a gift, and you're back on top."

"Nothing sneaky about it. I meant every word." Washington said.

"I get it." Jena said. "At least we don't have to worry about a giant, killer robot anymore."

The giant killer robot was turned on over at the Red Team's side. Everyone saw it stagger itself up with smoke pouring in from the inside.

"Haha! Listen to that lady purr!" Sarge cheered. "Not a bad job, I say."

"Not a bad job?" Grif asked. "It's half the size! And it's on fire!"

"Yeah. Turns out we were missing some parts." Sarge said. "Which reminds me…" He turned to start beating Grif to the ground with his shotgun. "Donut, fetch me a glass. I'm making orange juice."

"Getting the jump on flu season, huh, Sarge?" Donut asked. "Good thinking."

"Wait, that's a thing?" Doc asked.

"I can't believe you ding-dongs pulled it off." Strike asked. "You people are incorrigible."

"I don't know what means, but I'm just gonna assume you mean 'super cool'." Sarge said. "And you said we couldn't pull it off."

"No, what I said what that you shouldn't pull it off." Strike said.

Just then, the giant robot spoke out a robotic feminine voice. "C-Cyclops online."

"Ha! I knew it was a beautiful lady!" Sarge cheered.

"Did she just say Cyclops?" Grif asked.

"Looks more like a praying mantis to me." Doc said.

"No, she said 'C.C. Cyclops'. I think it's Italian." Donut said.

"Something's not right." Strike said.

"Welcome to Red Team, C.C." Sarge said. "Your mission is to…"

"Hostile forces detected." C.C. said.

"Uh, why is it looking at us?" Strike asked.

"I admire your enthusiasm, C.C.," Sarge said, "But you've only got one enemy. It's a big robot over at…"

"Negative." C.C. interrupted. "Motion sensors have detected eighteen hostiles."

"What?" Sarge asked.

"You must be eliminated."

"I'm not hostile, I'm a pacifist!" Doc shuttered in fear. "Kill them!"

"Hey!" Grif yelled out.

"Firing main canno…" Before any weapon could be fired, C.C. miraculously powered down just in time.

"Damn, she ran out of diesel." Sarge said.

"You converted it to diesel?" Doc asked.

"Of course. Looks like she needs a bigger fuel tank."

"Eff that!" Grif yelled. "She needs to be thrown off a cliff!"

"Well, I don't see how that's going to solve the fuel problem."

"Sarge, are you insane?" Strike yelled out. "That clanked-up clanker just said she was about to kill everyone in this canyon, and your only worry is the fuel? If she hadn't run out of diesel, we'd be blown to bits!"

"Every party needs a pooper. That's why they invited you." Sarge sang out. "Party pooper. Party pooper."

Strike exasperated as he removed his helmet and rubbed the side of his bald head. "You people are going to give me an aneurism."

"Uh, guys," Donut said, "There's thirteen of us in the canyon."

"Wow, that's one more than twelve. God job, buddy." Grif said.

"I don't know if we should count Lopez." Sarge said.

"But… she said eighteen." Donut pointed out earning a nervous moment of silence from the group.

"What?" Strike asked. "Then that means…"

He stopped talking when they heard the distant sound of guns firing.

"What's that noise?" Grif asked.

Strike widened his eyes recognizing the sound. "Blasters."

On the Blue Team's side of the canyon, four people in white armor walked forward firing advanced guns that shot red laser blasts at the rocks everyone hid behind. Freckles placed himself beside Caboose to cover him

"What the eff is going on?" Tucker asked.

"Stop shooting! We're friendly!" Simmons yelled out. That just got more blaster fire in his direction which he avoided. "THAT'S THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT I SAID!"

Jena advanced herself to the middle of the firefight pulling out her lightsaber. "Stop! Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" All the blaster fire were fired in her direction, but Jena used her lightsaber to redirect the blasts to other directions away from her.

"Eff that!" Tucker yelled out. He peeked out of his cover to fire his gun at one of the attackers.

"Wait!" Washington yelled out. "We don't know who they are!"

"They're the guys who are going to kill us of we don't kill them first!" Tucker said.

Wash lamented for a second before commanding. "Jena, we'll have to take them out."

Jena lowered her head sadly. "Sorry, strangers. I wish I didn't have to do this." She sprinted over to the mysterious armored people avoiding their blaster fire. Once she was close enough, she swung her lightsaber upward cutting down one of the soldiers. She swung it again at another soldier. For the last one, she thrusted her lightsaber backward where he was so it would go right through his chest. They were all dead by the time the Red Team caught up.

"What happened?" Sarge asked.

"Who are these guys?" Strike asked.

"We don't know." Jena said. "They just showed up and started firing at us."

"Oh, man." Dos.0 said joining into the conversation. "Now, I feel bad for not warning everybody."

"Shut up, you idiot." Sarge said.

"Now, I have no regrets."

"Look, something's not right here." Washington said. "We're gonna have to…"

"RUN!" yelled a new figure as he jumped behind everyone. It was a man in black and orange armor that created a light shield just in time to block a sniper bullet.

"Look out! It's another one!" Simmons yelled out.

Jena widened her eyes and gasped. "That's the man I've seen in my vision!"

A second sniper bullet was fired, but instead of the shield, it hit the orange soldier's leg. "AH! SON OF A BITCH!"

"Wait, I'm confused." Simmons said.

The orange soldier groaned. "What are you doing? I said, run!"

"Excellent work, people." A deep, fear-inspiring voice said as a different soldier appeared from out of nowhere. He was wearing a black locus armor with green markings on it. "You killed my men. I suppose that makes you the real deal."

"Okay, now, I'm really confused." Simmons said.

"Who are you?" Strike asked.

"Quiet." The menacing man said. "All of you, come with me."

"And why would we do that?" Washington asked.

"Because if you don't come now, I'll have to take you later."

"EFF OFF!" the orange soldier yelled out.

"You. Shut your trap and be glad I missed your head."

"Oh, my god! You are such a douchbag!"

"Yeah. What he said." Tucker said.

"This is your last chance. Come with me or we'll make this difficult."

"Freckles, fire." Wash commanded.

Freckles removed himself from Caboose and aimed his missiles at the man who threatened them. But before a single missile was fired, the stranger disappeared as quickly as he appeared earlier.

"Uh, what just happened?" Grif asked.

"I don't know." Jena said before looking at the injured orange soldier. "But I think I know who can give us answers."

"I will," the orange soldier said, "But first, does anyone know how to patch up a leg?"

"I'll go get some orange juice." Doc said.

"Wait. That's a thing?"