Woot! Thanks for clicking on the link! This is my very first FanFic, and it's on Red vs. Blue, a well-known website for Halo videos. I garantee that I'll write Ten Chapters, so whether you're a fan of Halo, or a rampaging flamer, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Halo, but it sure owns me!
Chapter Two - Kill, or be killed.
-Blood Gulch Terrain-
"Shit! What are we going to do?" asked Mike the Driver.
"I don't know!" shouted Chris, who was Gunner.
"Maybe we should just go back to Earth" suggested Kevin, who was walking beside the Warthog because it was going at a very, very slow pace.
"Well, why don't we just turn on the radio and relax our minds?" Mike said and turned it on.
"elcome back to the Racist Jokes Station! Today, we'll be making fun of...Black people!" said the radio station dude.
"Heh, this will be a laugh!" said Kevin.
The radio station guy asked the audience, "Ever wondered why Black people are so tall?"
"No" the three Reds said in unison along with the audience.
"Because their Knee-Grows!"
Mike laughed so hard that he fell out of the driver seat, while Chris laughed so hard that let's just say that his armor for his 'area' has now rusted.
Suddenly, a Rocket goes by, and what's worse, it came from the Red Base.
"Frick!" screams Chris.
"I know! Rockets are being fired from our base, to our position!" stated Mike.
"NO! I PISSED MY ARMOR!" yelled Chris.
-Red Base-
"Hahaha! Suck on this, bitch!" screamed Lucas, obviously a traitor.
-Blood Gulch Terrain-
"Frick...it's Lucas..." Mike stated.
"Oh my God..." Chris sighed...
-Blue Base-
"Sir, apparently, the Red Base is using their Rockets and blasting our recons" said Ryan, into the walkie-talkie.
(In the background) "Everyone, initiate 'Rocket Bombardment', get into your positions and get ready to fire on my signal"
Many Blues got on to the top of the Base, with Rocket Launchers and Rockets. Many more were on the ground and in firing position, while the last of the Blues were on the side canyon for a side assault. This was going to be big.
-Blood Gulch Terrain-
"Shit...do you see that?" Kevin said.
"Yeah...Blues are going to fire!" Mike yelled.
"Fuck...where do we go? At the Red base, we have a faggot trying to kill us, AGAIN, and at the Blue Base, we have a whole team waiting for us, and any false move could lead us into a ring-world of hurt!" said Chris, who wasn't being tactical like he should be.
So this was it. Chris. Mike. Kevin. Warthog. An army with Rockets just waiting for the time to shoot. A faggot with a Rocket right at their own base. Is this it? Like...what would you do? That's right, YOU!
I, an actual Tactician, would-
Suddenly...the sky turned dark...the sound of piercing missiles could be heard...pods were raining down...over a hundred came from the sky...about twenty fell near the Blue Base, thirty at the Red Base and the rest in the middle...they had arrived...the Blacks (due to racial colors, I'm going to call them Steels)...
There...Chapter Two...the threat has arrived...if you would like to hear of this conflict, please Review! One more thing, I need some names, so please feel free to request a name, first twenty are garanteed! Please also add a critique with your request, as it's pretty sad to review a review with a name...
-KoR