You thought you could make me discontinue this story, writers' block?! I! THINK! NOT!
Welcome back to my very first story, people. After a while (and watching HiddenXperia play Cursed Halo,) I've decided to come back and post a new chapter. Unfortunately, it won't be that long, but this is a reminder that Red vs Blue: Reach isn't dead.
Anyways, in story recommendations, I think you'd like the RvBvRWBY series by DocTokuMA (RvBvRWBY RvBvRWBY: Revitalization) and Ac3 Productions (RvBvRWBY: Retribution, RvBvRWBY: A Soldier's Debt, RvBvRWBY: Shattered Eclipse, and RvBvRWBY: Insurgence,) For The Love Of A Memory (RvB/Halo) by Sentinel Storm, Joan Arc's Legend (RWBY/Fable) by One Winged A2, and Scattered Petals (RWBY) by Terrence Sheppard.
I hope you enjoy, and I'll appreciate any feedback I can get.
UNSC Firebase Puma 7, Ezpoz
Planet Reach, Epsilon Eriandi System
January 2, 2552
Dexter Grif
0724 Hours
Grif awoke with a start at the clanging sound that impacted the metal bowl someobe laid beside him. Groaning, the orange Spartan looked to his left to see Sarge standing there, wearing his bold red armor and holding a spoon.
"Get up, you lazy bum." he growled.
"I'm up, I'm up." Grif replied.
"You'd think after all this time, you wouldn't sleep in."
"Sir, my alarm clock's a shotgun blast, so I'm not used to anything else."
"Right. Can't fire a shotgun inside of a UNSC base."
"Even if it's named Puma 7?" the orange soldier said with a smirk.
Sarge's face darkened, and the last of his not-grey hair greyed.
"It better not be named Puma 7, or else I'm stringin' your ass up in the mess hall by your toes in your underpants." he growled.
"Ask youself, then."
Grif watched Sarge grit his teeth, and then leave. He wasn't sure if he would really get strung up in his underwear, but damn, wasn't it funny to piss Sarge off.
Sarge
0723 Hours
Sarge seeked out his past counterpart, ready to figure out if the base really was given such a heretical name. If it was, then he'd string both Grifs up for it.
Seeing the black and red ODST standing by a crate, messing with his M45 Tactical Shotgun.
"Hey!" he shouted, catching his counterpart's attention.
"Wha-- oh, it's you again." he said, pausing his fiddling.
"I have a very important question for you."
"What is that question?"
"Is this base actually named Puma 7?" Sarge asked.
A momentary pause...
"Unfortunately, yes."
No way! The good Lord would never allow such heresy to exist!
"Where's your Grif?"
Dexter Grif
0830 Hours
It was a bad day for the two Grifs. When Sarge's younger self told him that the base was named after a "mythological creature," he had actually followed up on his threat by stringing not only one, but two Grifs up in their underwear.
Tucker would laugh his ass off.
Kaikaina would giggle a little, then whack Sarge upside the head.
Simmons would groan in frustration and facepalm.
And Donut would beg Simmons to save Grif so the Grimmons ship could sail.
Then Grif would rip the yaoi-addicted idiot a new one.
After being pulled down, Grif redressed and went to the armory to hone his aim (unlike his sister, he didn't do hand-to-hand) and when he picked up his rifle, he noticed that Sarge was standing in the adjacent aisle, firing off slug rounds in his Shotgun.
They didn't say anything, only firing their weapons at automated targets in their aisles for around fifteen minutes. However, Sarge broke the silence.
"You know, this kind of reminds me of when we were at Blood Gulch."
"What, being at a military base with our younger selves in it?" Grif asked.
"Just doing stupid shit for stupid reasons."
"Like stringing me up in the cafeteria?"
"Yup. Remember when Command gave us bean bag rounds?"
"Yeah, I do."
Sarge opened a crate full of white Shotgun shells and openly cheered as he loaded them.
"What is he doing?" Grif asked, utterly perplexed by why his CO was so cheery. "Are those some new super shells or something?"
"Nope! You're gonna love 'em!" Sarge replied, cocking his Shotgun and firing a round into Grif's unneseccarily large codpiece.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he yelled, clutching his crotch in pain.
"Bean bag rounds! The best non-lethal pain dispenser I can use to keep you in line!"
Grif could only whimper at the prospect.
"You shot me in the balls for no reason, Sarge."
"Well, shooting you was the only form of entertainment around here." the old soldier explained.
"I thought Donut screwing with me and Simmons was. Besides, remember Coagulation a couple of months ago?"
"Huh?"
"A few months ago, Donut got his hands on a modified Plasma Pistol and thought it was a love gun."
Donut held the Plasma Pistol in his hands, a cheerful expression on his face. The weapon looked like an old Medical Scanner, but the front end was pink and the display was heart-shaped.
"I present to you, the Magical Girl Gun!" he yelled, brandishing the weapon while his teammates just facepalmed.
"What does it do?" Simmons asked.
"Well... it spreads love across the galaxy with tracking plasma bolts that look like hearts! It even has a secondary function!"
"Which is...?" Grif asked.
Donut shoots them with a heart-shaped bolt each.
"Ow!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"The shipping function! Now you two will fall in love and Grimmons shall sail no matter what!" Donut exclaimed happily.
He didn't notice the scowls on his teammates' faces as they pounced, punching and kicking every inch of the effeminate man that they could reach.
"Ow! Ow, let me go man!"
"Nope! You did stupid shit, and now you're paying the price!" Grif said.
Donut's screams kept the Blues awake all night long.
"So that's why we had to call Doc at 06:40 A.M., then." Sarge said, firing his shotgun.
"Well, like I said, you do stupid shit, you pay the price."
"Good thing the UNSC gave us a loose enough leash."
"Any other stupid things to reminisce on?" Grif asked as he fired a burst into an Elite target.
"Ummm... what about when Lopez turned everything's language to Spanish?"
"Oh, no... I remember that."
Sarge groaned in frustration as he tried to read the article on the Human-Covenant War involving the Fall of Reach, as it had suddenly turned to Spanish.
"Damn it, whoever it was. This is ridiculous." he muttered.
"Sir?"
The red Spartan turned to face Grif, who was looking at vehicle specs like it wasn't bothering him."Yeah, Grif?"
"What's the issue? Everything's in Español?" he asked.
"Yeah! I'm trying to do some research on the Human-Covenant War and I can't read it because someone turned it to Spanish!"
Grif could hear Lopez laughing his ass off and saying insulting things about Sarge as the Red tried to read the article he was on.
"Here, let me help." Grif set his datapad down and took the mouse from Sarge. He navigated the menus until he found options, then he found the language setting and put it back to English.
"How did you do that?" the older soldier asked.
"I taught myself Spanish while I was on Iris. Oh, I also cleaned the bases out while you were gone."
"You, clean something?" Sarge then broke into uncontrollable laughter. Grif simply facepalmed.
"[Assholes.]" Lopez muttered. "[Have a taste of this.]"
The bitter robot primed a tear gas grenade that had skunk fluid in it and threw it behind his creator and the fatass that foiled his prank.
They immediately recoiled and covered tgeir noses as the grenade released its non-lethal bio-weapon, and Lopez felt immensely satisfied at the reactions he got."
Híjo de puta, Lopez!" Grif yelled."
[Take that, you little shits.]"
"Yeah, he literally gassed us out for me undoing his prank." Grif commented, reloading.
"It was Lopez? But I thought it was the Blues!"
"Yup. Speaking of the Blues, what do you think they're doing?"
Lavernius Tucker
New Alexandria, Ezpoz
2214 Hours
Tucker handed Simmons a plate of food as Donut told him about their first day on Reach.
"... and a big storm came in and we were really thankful for that abandoned hotel!" Donut was saying.
"Yeah, Donut even shaved his moustache." Simmons commented.
"Wait, really?" Tucker asked, surprised.
"Oh, yeah. He looks a lot less weird now."
The aqua Spartan handed Donut his plate before he got his own food, sitting down with the men he considered as brothers.
"So, Tucker, what did you do when you first got here?" Simmons asked Tucker, taking a bite of food.
"Well, I landed in an alley, so I used active camo to get some clothes, and I started exploring the city." he replied. "While I did so, I was getting food and stuff so I could survive."
"Oh, no, were you homeless?!" Donut asked.
"Yes, Donut. I was a rather well-armed homeless man." Tucker smirked.
"So, I guess you found this place rather quickly." Simmons murmured.
"Yup. It's close to Kai's place here in New Alexandria. Younger Kai, though." Tucker hastily added.
"What about Wash?" Donut asked.
"He's already in the UNSC... or no, he's a Freelancer at this point." Tucker said. "Carolina's presumed K.I.A. right now, too."
"You?"
"Probably just a horny private who hits on a colonel's daughter a few montgs from now." Tucker laughed at that one. "How about you two?"
"I took too long on the entry test." Simmons explained. "And don't get me started on the No. 2's!"
"I think they thought I was too girly because I redecorated the base I was in." Donut said. "And they denied me my wine and cheese hour three times!"
Tucker laughed even harder, and Simmons joined in on the laughter.
"Oh, that's fuckin' hilarious, man!"
"That's awesome, Donut!"
Donut crossed his arms and let out a "hmph!"
The two Spartans kept laughing uncontrollably as their companion suffered. Finally, they stopped laughing and regained their breaths.
"Man, that was funny as hell." Tucker noted, a smile still on his face.
They ate in silence, and after they ate, they cleaned the dishes and sat down at a table.
"So, Tucker, truth or dare?" Simmons asked.
"Um..."
Oh, you're on, bitches!
"Truth."
"Did you ever have any dirty thoughts about your family in your past?" Simmons asked.
"No. That's a line I'll never, ever cross. Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to wear a skirt over your armor for a week." Tucker smirked.
"Gah! Fine! Truth or dare, Donut?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever felt anything for a girl?" Tucker asked.
"Yes. An exotic dancer named Tiffany. We had two children." Donut replied. "She died of some deadly disease on this planet we were visiting seven years ago, and for some reason, that planet's government got our kids."
"Damn. Sorry for your loss, man." Tucker said. "I'm sorry for making those memories come back."
"It's fine. She told me to live life as extravagantly and joyously as possible, so I can't let those horrible times get me back!"
That explains a lot.
"Oh. Is that why you love your wine and cheese hour so much?"
Donut simply nodded. "That's one reason."
"Truth or dare?" Simmons asked Tucker.
"Truth again." Tucker answered.
"Did you have a kid with anyone we know on Chorus when the Tower was activated?" Simmons asked.
The aqua Spartan thought long and hard before he realized something he didn't realize before.
"Oh, fuck. I had a kid with Kimball and I never said anything to her afterwards!" he exclaimed, burying his face in his hands. "I'm probably a terrible person, aren't I?"
Donut laid a comforting hand on Tucker's shoulder.
"There, there, Tucker." Donut said, smiling warmly. "We were busy fixing the timeline and stuff."
"You mean breaking the timeline."
"Well, after that, we went straight to saving the galaxy from the aliens!"
"You can say Covenant, Donut." Simmons said.
"Either way, you're not a terrible person, Tucker. You can make it up to her when we get back."
Donut's words had worked, because Tucker sat up, smiling a little.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Can we stop playing truth or dare so we don't bring up anymore painful subjects?"
The Reds nodded in agreement, and the three Spartans decided to go to bed so they could have enough energy tomorrow.
Wow. After three or four months, I finally find out what the next chapter will be about. Anyways, I wanted to use a bit from episode 100's alternate endings, so I ended up making the exotic dancer mentioned Donut's late wife. The same goes for the Magical Girl Gun of Cursed Halo.
Thank you for supporting this, everyone, and I'll see you all at Chapter Nine.