Tucker came back brand new to reunite with his old teammates.
They made your way back to HQ, Tucker explain about everything else for the course of time he went missing he had to do some with his body over the course of time and replaced his armor with traditional Japanese samurai armor.
Tucker also explain that he was signing up for even schools and also martial arts and going to the gym to also work on to improve his skills and talents over the course of time.
Tucker and also explained, where Tucker at these four beautiful ladies, heard about you guys also being strand on the planet.
After the explanation, we cut to the present.
Palomo and the other New Republic recruits standing in front of a group of New Republic soldiers. Palomo is describing the rescue of the Reds and Blues.
Palomo: Pheewww...! The Pelican goes in for a landing, but the radio jammer's shooting up all sorts of electricity and stuff. It was like *mimics lightning* ka-pew, pew-pew-pew-pew!
New Republic Soldiers: Oooooooo!
Palomo: We're on the ground. Samurai bleeding out. The Reds and Blues are all bashed up. Things don't look good!
New Republic Soldiers: Awwwwwwww!
Palomo: We led them all aboard the ship and take off as fast as we can and that's when he spoke to me. "Palomo, come closer. Come closer." It was my captain. I leaned in. "Don't speak Tucker, you need your strength." But he brushed my hand aside, looked at me straight in the eyes, and said to me, "Palomo, you did good kid. You did good."
Tucker: *offscreen* Oh that's bullshit!
Cut to Tucker, looking up at Palomo. Caboose, Simmons, and Grif are seen standing next to him.
Tucker: What I actually told you was to stop crying and to shut the fuck up.
Palomo: Okay yeah but the sentiment was still there.
Tucker: I feel like I already hate you now...
Yumi: talk making up some fake ass story like that..
Yozakura: I know but still he's just want to prove that he's better with his companions..
Murakumo: it is really disappointing for someone like these idiots to actually be part of a military group..
Shiki: I know seriously why do these doofus even sign up for the military..
Tucker: hey come on now guys don't judge a book by its cover besides these guys have been stranded for a long time on this planet..
Yumi: you're right it doesn't make sense to actually be away from your home planet..
Tucker, Yumi, Yozakura, Murakumo and Shiki look to see Caboose and Minoir we're eating some snacks.
Grif: hey can I have one of those snacks..?
Minoir: sorry fat ass, you ain't going to have any of it..
Grif: *sad* wow that hurt deep in the core...
Meanwhile with Kimball and Doyle, overlooking the compound.
Kimball: So what do you think?
Doyle: I think it's an absolute mess.
Kimball: Well your army didn't exactly leave us with many options over the years.
Doyle: Yes. Well I suppose we can't expect you to continue operating out of a hole in the ground. I'll talk with one of my new advisers and see if we can have your people set up at another one of our outposts.
Kimball: I was actually thinking about moving to the capital.
Doyle: *sputters* Well that's preposterous.
Kimball: Excuse me? My men deserve a roof over their heads, just like yours.
Washington, Sarge, Donut, and Lopez.
Washington: Hey. You both agreed to a temporary truce, so why don't you start with a little cooperation.
Doyle: Very well... I will see what we can do. Agent Washington, you have my thanks.
Kimball: And mine. If it wasn't for you all, we'd all be gone.
Washington: Well... thanks, but you should really thank Tucker. The whole plan was actually his idea.
Kimball: Is that so.
Sarge: Kind of a shocker, huh?
Kimball: No, not really.
Doyle: If there's anything we can ever do for you, please don't hesitate to ask.
Donut: Oh gosh, I don't think that's really necess-
Sarge: What's a rank higher than captain?
Doyle: Um, Colonel?
Sarge: Promote me to Colonel!
Doyle: Oh! *stutters* very well then. I- In honor of your service, I hereby promote you to Colonel...uh...Sarge.
Sarge yells at Grif from atop the platform.
Sarge: You hear that, numbnuts?! I outrank you, again! Hah!
Cut to Carolina near the algae lake. Epsilon appears next her.
Epsilon: So did ya miss me?
Carolina: Actually I found the peace of mind to be rather nice for a change.
Epsilon: Oh yeah I bet it went along great with that ass kicking.
Carolina: That was part of the plan.
Epsilon: Oh really? Because I thought the plan was to distract Locus, not let him mop the floor with you.
Carolina: Look, they were better than I expected, okay.
Epsilon: Wimp.
Carolina: I'm still surprised you went along with the plan.
Epsilon: Yeah well, I figured it was time to have faith in them too.
Epsilon flashes green.
Epsilon: Oh hey, hold on.
Carolina: Everything okay?
Epsilon: Yeah, I said hold on. Uh huh, great, thanks D.
Carolina: What was that?
Epsilon: That was the end of a very long and very annoying decryption process.
Carolina: You've got the manifest?
Epsilon: Fuck yeah, I got the manifest. I'm processing it right now.
Epsilon recedes temporarily and returns within the second.
Epsilon: Well, not the most dramatic revelation, but I believe that we have our culprit.
Carolina: Who is it?
Epsilon displays a "Charon Industries" logo.
Epsilon: Charon Industries. Big umbrella corporation that got a hand in every major market you can think of. Even messed around with cryogenics a few years back, buuut it looks like their largest profits come from weapons and technology; they own most of the stuff on the ship.
Carolina: Sounds familiar.
Epsilon: Yeah, Project Freelancer stole some assets from them once or twice, and managed to destroy quite a bit of private property in the process.
Carolina: You mean the Resistance? I thought they were a UNSC splinter group?
Epsilon: The soldiers were all UNSC. But according to my records, they've been hired on to act as Charon's private security force.
Carolina: Is that legal?
Epsilon: Tch. I doubt it. Looks like Charon and the military started getting really buddy-buddy around the time that- oh.
Carolina: Epsilon?
Epsilon: Where's Dr. Grey?
Carolina: Huh?
Epsilon: The lunatic, what's she doing?
Carolina: She's, treating the space pirates we captured.
Epsilon: Perfect. Tell her I want them to give me all known radio frequencies used by the mercenaries.
Carolina: Why?
Epsilon: I need to make a call.
Cut to the interior of a mercenary compound, where Control speaks to Locus and Felix.
MERCENARY COMM. FACILITY
Control: *voice only* I am at a loss, gentlemen. Years of arduous labor and delicate manipulation all made worthless by your inability to stop a single squad of what can hardly be considered soldiers.
Felix: They got lucky.
Locus: They were underestimated. And it will not happen again.
Control: *voice only* Our operation now lies in extreme jeopardy. Word of our involvement can never find its way back to Earth or the UNSC.
Locus: Then what are our orders?
Control: *voice only*... Go to war.
Caboose is suddenly heard over the channel.
Caboose: *voice only* Hello? Yes. Hello?
Control: *voice only* ... What is this?
Caboose: *voice only* Extra sauce please!
Locus: An outside transmission.
Caboose: "voice only* Hello?
Felix: How'd they get this channel?
Control's screen displays a newspaper article reading: "Colorful Space Marines Stop Corruption." Epsilon begins to speak over the channel.
Epsilon: *voice only* "Colorful Space Marines Stop Corruption."
The screen then cuts to the Blood Gulch Crew, alongside Doyle and Kimball and Tucker and his team as well.
Epsilon: Ya know, I really love the picture they used for this thing but I gotta say I think I like description even more. Pictured above, the Red and Blue troopers of Project Freelancer receive a full pardon from UNSC Oversight Chairman and Charon Industries CEO, Malcom Hargrove. I can't imagine you like publicizing that second bit very much though, probably not very good for business. Am I right, Chairman?
STAFF OF CHARON, COMM. ROOM.
Cut to the interior of the Staff of Charon, where the Chairman is seen, switching off his "Control" voice filter.
Chairman: On the contrary, you'd be surprised as to what can come of a merger between politics and corporations. If you're here to negotiate a surrender, I'm afraid I must inform you that your ship has set sail. Quite literally in fact.
Cut back to the Reds and Blues.
Washington: Actually, we were just hoping to read you a letter.
Sarge: Its just a little somethin' we put together for ya. Considerin' we'll probably be seein' a lot of each other over the next few weeks.
Tucker: Take it away, Church.
Epsilon: Dear Chairman; It has come to our attention that you have declared war on the planet Chorus. We regret to inform you that this is a really... shitty idea. Not only have you managed to annoy the people that you've failed to kill, time and time again, you've also found a way to piss off an entire planet. Now they may not have the best equipment and they might not be the best fighters, but as you're aware, they've been fighting for a very long time. And now that they're not fighting each other, they're more than happy to dedicate all of their time to fighting... you. So dear Chairman, to you and your idiotic mercenaries, we would like to say: Bring it on, motherfuckers! We're not goin' anywhere. From your friends, the incredibly badass and sexually attractive, Red and Blue soldiers of Project Freelancer. P.S.; suck our balls.
Cut to credits. Cut back to the interior of the Staff of Charon, where the Chairman is seen.
Chairman: F.I.L.S.S.?
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) Yes, Chairman?
Chairman: Please clear my schedule for the rest of the day.
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) Yes, Chairman.
Chairman: And F.I.L.S.S., Could you verify that Locus' delivery was sent to the trophy room?
F.I.L.S.S.: (voice only) The crate from the shipwreck was unloaded and delivered this morning, sir.
Chairman: Wonderful. I could use a bit of good news today.
Cut to a holographic display of the Meta's helmet. Cut to black.