Author's Note: I'm not going to do review responses this time. A lot of the questions asked are good ones, but they should be ones answered in the story rather than an author's note. Thank you for your reviews, please enjoy the chapter. I did proof read it this time, so hopefully its passable.

Disclaimer: I don't own Red vs Blue.


A Special Visitor

Not long after the battle, Sarge safely lands at Red Base before he and Lopez sit down to repair the Warthog. Feeling responsible, Grif went down with Rowe to explain the events leading up to their rescue.

"It was then they fired a rocket at us and managed to score a hit on the Warthog," Rowe reports, "I gave the order to bail out, and Grif tried to go back and save it but…. then the tank showed up." She lets out a sigh and finishes with "Everything went to shit after that."

Sarge slowly gets up and shoots the two a hard glare.

After a brief moment of silence, he then exhales in exasperation and asks "Do either of you have any godly idea how much this piece of equipment costs?"

Grif dumbly scratches the back of his head and mumbles "I-I don't know, uh, like, uh, what.. ten, ten.. twenty, twenty-five bucks, maybe?"

"*cR 250,000," Rowe answers robotically.

"250,000-" Grif balks in disbelief, "How the fuck-How do you know that?!"

"Filled out requisition forms before," she answers.

"And knowing this fact, you still decided to ditch the vehicle?" asks Sarge. "And let it get destroyed?"

"We can always request for a new Warthog Sergeant," Rowe responds, "It's more issues we'd have to work through when requesting for a new soldier."

Sarge once again started long and hard at the two before responding with "Be that as it may, you two got a critical piece of Red Army property destroyed and I ain't about to let that go unpunished."

Rowe instinctively snaps to attention.

Sarge pauses at her and tells her simply "I ain't gonna smoke you. Mainly because I know that he-" he points at Grif "Wouldn't even last ten seconds."

Grif smiles sheepishly while silently agreeing with the team leader.

"Tell you what, I'm a fair man. I'll give you two a ten second head start here before I let Lopez do anything he wants to ya."

Lopez immediately stops what he is doing and swaps his tools for a rifle. He slowly stands up and stares at the duo right in their eyes.

Rowe's eyes widen at the sudden shift in tone while Grif stammers out "Guys, I just want you to know, I'm really, really sorry here, and-"

Lopez slides in a magazine full of paint rounds, racks the bolt back, and then aims the rifle at the two.

"Five Mississippi. Six Mississippi," Sarge counts out loudly.

Rowe immediately snatches her battle buddy by his collar and drags him along behind her.

"Shut up and run you idiot!" she screeches.

Lopez looks over to Sarge who is calmly loading a magnum. Sarge looks at Lopez and gives him a nod. Without a word uttered, the two begin shooting at the retreating duo.

"Hey guys, that's not funny! Somebody could get hurt here," Grif shouted back as they ran.

"Less talking, more running!" Rowe barks, "We both know you can't do both at the same time!"


Meanwhile, Tex has finally arrived at Blue Base. He was currently at the top of the base performing target practice while Tucker explained the situation to him.

"That's basically it, sir. They have five guys over there and a big jeep," Tucker reports.

"And your flag," Tex jeers as he reloads his weapon.

Tucker was startled at how deep the Freelancer's voice was.

He stutters back "R-right, that too."

Tex then throws a grenade down range.

Tucker nervously scratches the back of his neck as he says "Uh, hey, Tex? I don't know what it's been like at your other bases, but we try not to use the faces of other soldiers as target practice here."

The two heard footsteps behind them. They turn and see Caboose and Lockett walking up to them. Caboose was carrying a drab-green bag while Lockett had a smoking coffee pot in one hand and three canteen-cups in the other. Caboose sees the dummies posted up against the pillar and shivers at the amount of bullet holes in the three paper-print outs of him and his teammates. He was particularly frightened by how the majority of the shots were placed on his face.

"I'm scared," he quietly stammers to Lockett.

"So, you've got the Special Forces black armor, I see. Were you in the Special Forces at some point?" Tucker awkwardly asks.

All he got was silence as a response.

He then tries again and says "Yeah, I used to have black armor too. It was black because I got this stuff all over it from th-"

"Tucker, you're trying too hard to make small talk with a person who clearly looks down on your existence," Lockett jokes.

"Hey, can't blame a dude for trying," Tucker reasons.

As soon as Lockett spoke, Tex stopped and his head snapped to Lockett. He gave the sergeant a funny look which puzzled Tucker. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it seemed as if Tex was silently trying to figure his team leader out. Tucker also notices their new member awkwardly trailing behind the other two.

"Sergeant First Class Lockett," Tex growls out.

"Agent Tex," Lockett politely greets. "I hope you had a decent trip getting here."

"It was sufficient," Tex replies.

Tucker was impressed by how his leader managed to hide his massive contempt for Freelancers.

"We brought what you had requested," Lockett announces.

He turns to Caboose and nods, Caboose steps forward and places the bag in front of the agent. Tex opens the bag to reveal a bunch of magazines for his rifle and magnum, and a number of grenades. Tex begins sifting through the bag, scooping up a handful of magazines and grenades and attaching them to his belt.

"Do you need anything else?" asks Lockett.

Tex stands up and answers "No."

"Are you sure you don't want us there for support?" he asks.

"I have handled Sergeant," Tex reassures.

With that, Tex runs off in the direction of Red Base.

"We'll be here when you get back!" Caboose cheerfully tells him as he runs away.

Lockett begins filling the cups with coffee and passing them around.

"We will, right?" Caboose asks the others.

"Do you have anywhere else we can go?" Lockett asks sarcastically.

"If you do, take me with you please," Tucker politely requests.

A few more seconds pass before Tucker turns to address the elephant into the room.

"So, who's the new guy?" asks Tucker.

"Girl," Lockett corrects, he then continues "This is PFC Fergo, our new coms specialist."

"Hello again," Caboose friendly waves at the nervous Fergo.

"Sup girl?" Tucker greets, or well, attempts to greet seductively.

"Um….hi?" Fergo murmurs, slightly off put by the aqua colored soldier.

She glances over to Lockett.

"You get used to them," Lockett murmurs apologetically.

He then leans over to Tucker and whispers seriously "I don't have to worry about a *SHARP complaint do I?"

Tucker shook his head reassuringly "Yeah, don't worry about it Sergeant, I learned the hard way not to mess with Army girls, or at least girls in the same unit."

Tucker's sudden eyes widened slightly at the revelation as he remembered what Locket had said earlier.

"Wait, communications specialist, is that why we have that new trailer now?" Tucker asks as he points at the mobile terminal that the ship had dropped off.

"Yeah, the *JNN," Lockett simply nods. "We're still missing an *STT and a *HCLOS, so we can't have a full operation ready if we need it."

"Wait, what do all those things do?" Caboose curiously asks.

Lockett explains "There are three things we need in order to have proper communications. The STT gives us a satellite uplink, the JNN gives us a network to operate on, and the HCLOS allows for our phones to work. The Reds have the STT, they probably have an operator for it as well, and we HCLOS in the cages," replies Lockett. "We don't have anyone here who knows how to use it though, Fergo here only knows how to operate the JNN correctly."

She nods.

"But our radios still work," Caboose points out.

"Yeah they do," Tucker nods in agreement. He asks "If they already work without all that stuff, do we really need them?"

"Unless we have to support a company sized element in the near future, no," Locket tells them reassuringly. "It would definitely be cheaper and quicker if we could connect directly with command rather than have it flow up the chain with our normal radios."

"Wait, if you guys don't have any of the other equipment, why am I here?" cries Fergo.

Tucker turns to Fergo and then asks "Wait, network, does that mean you can get us internet?"

"I think so," she replies, but then asks "But don't you guys need satellite access in order to get it to run?"

Tucker groans "What do they expect us to do, waltz over to Red Base and ask if we can use their stuff?"

"Too bad we sent Text over there," Caboose sighs.

"Yeah," Lockett mutters, he glances at his watch and announces "Alright it's been long enough, let's check on him," as he gets up and turns to Red Base.


Sometime later, Rowe and Grif found themselves meeting up with Simmons and Donut on the roof of the base.

"Thanks for backing me up there," Grif murmurs to Rowe.

"Eh, it's alright," shrugs Rowe, "You can just owe me. Personally I think we got off lucky with our punishment."

"He could have lightened up on the sim-rounds though," Grif grumbles while massaging one of the bruises on his arm.

"He only did that because he knows you can't do any *PT for punishment," Rowe snorts, "I personally doubt you would even make it past five pushups."

"What is that supposed to mean?" growls an irritated Grif.

"She called you fat and useless," Simmons laughs, "Oh and by the way, Sarge wanted me to tell you that he thinks you're a retarded monkey and he is going to suspend your weapons privileges."

"Ha, okay, sure," Grif sarcastically remarks.

"He also says you're going to attend remedial PT everyday from now one until you can pass an *ACFT," Simmons quickly adds.

"What!?" Grif angrily protests.

"Yeah, he said that had your fat ass been in better shape, you probably could have made it to the vehicle and recovered it," Simmons laughs, "And if you didn't, then at least you would have gotten blown up with it."

"That is such utter bullshit!" Grif balks.

"It's not, I was the one who recommended it in the first place," Rowe comments.

Grif looks at her in disbelief.

"Don't give me that look," Rowe scolds, "I watched you as we ran back to base, how you made it back alive is a complete miracle given your current physical shape."

Donut, sensing the rising tension, decides to interject and asks "Hey, since I captured the flag, d'ya think they'll give me my own color armor now?"

The other three immediately forgot about their argument and turned their attention to the Private.

"What do you mean "captured"? You thought you were buying it at the store, you idiot," Simmons retorts.

"Oh, you mean the store you two sent him to?" Rowe snaps.

"Hey, it worked out in the end," Grif reasons.

Rowe gives him a long and empty stare that makes him gulp.

"Still, you think there's a shot?" asks Donut, cutting both of their chain of thoughts.

Simmons then turns to Donut and replies "Maybe they'll give you Grif's armor, since he destroyed the Warthog."

Grif laughs "Hyeah, heh-wait..." Grif frowns and asks the two "You don't.. You don't think they'd do that, do you?"

"No," Rowe shakes her head, making Grif breath a sigh of relief.

"It wouldn't fit, Sarge still might kill you though," Rowe continues, making Grif frown again, "According to his records, he's failed every *Height-and-Weight for the past two years. It would fit Donut like bits of elephant skin. That reminds me…." She turns to him and asks curiously "How are you even fitting in the armor to begin with?"

Grif opens his mouth but nothing comes out as Grif fails to come up with a response.


As Lopez worked away with the socket wrench, Sarge watched the robot from over his shoulder.

"Try connecting that hose to that metal thing there," Sarge suggested to Lopez. "I think that's what's makin' that rattle."

Lopez stands up and looks at Sarge in a quizzical manner. At least that was what it felt, it's hard to tell with a guy that barely movies and never takes off his helmet.

"I think I'll let you do it," Sarge smiles sheepishly.

Lopez turns away and gets back to work. As he turns away, Sarge catches a strange shimmer out the corner of his eye. He turns and sees the shimmer travel past him and towards the base.

"What the...? What was that?" he asks in surprise.


Grif raises an eyebrow as he sees Simmons get distracted and walks over to the edge of the base.

"Simmons, what's going on? What's over there?" asks Grif.

Rowe takes a step forward and slowly reaches for her magnum.

"I thought I saw something for a second," Simmons murmurs.

Without another thought, Rowe walks over and looks with her hand resting on her holstered magnum. A few moments passed as she watched the area Simmons had pointed at carefully. Neither could see it, but standing directly under them was a cloaked Tex who was staring right back.

Also sensing that something was happening, Grif turns to Donut and says "Hey rookie, tuck the flag somewhere safe until we can figure out what's going on."

"Good idea. I was sick of carrying this thing anyway," mutters Donut as he drops it into the middle of the base.

Rowe pulls out her magnum and racks the slide back.

"Stay here you two," she instructed, "Let me know if you see anything."

They watched as she walked down the ramp and made it to the area where Simmons was watching. She scanned around for a minute before she turned and looked at the two above her.

"Anything?" asks Grif.

Rowe replies "Whatever it was, it's gone now."

As Grif and Simmons turn away, Rowe notices something at her feet. She squints and picks out some weird shapes floating around her shadow. She watches as the figure ignites and throws a plasma grenade over the wall. She distinctly snaps her gun up only to feel a force block her arm and then strike her in the face. Rowe was now on the floor and the last thing Rowe heard before her mind faded to black was a loud bang followed by the cries of both Simmons and Grif.

"Simmons, help me fight!" Grif shouts as he starts blindly boxing at the air.

"Oh, I'm gonna faint," Simmons moans as he runs over to the corner and does just that.

"No please don't kill me, I'm too good looking to die!" Grif pleads.

*whack*


"So you really were a special-ops badass?" asks a surprised Tucker.

"Well, I wouldn't say badass, but I did do a lot of cool stuff," Lockett chuckles sheepishly. "It was one of the best jobs in the world."

"A Green-Beret?" asks Tucker in disbelief.

"That's right, 1st Special Forces Group stationed in Fort Lewis, Washington, United States," Lockett replies.

"Man, they really must have fucked with you if they made you really want to leave that life," Tucker mumbles as he recalls Lockett's story. "What was your *MOS?"

"*18-Bravo," Lockett replies instinctively, "A crew served weapons sergeant, you know, weirdly enough they didn't make me retrain as another MOS before being transferred here, so that is still listed as my MOS on my records."

Tucker looked up thoughtfully before replying "Same, though I guess it makes more sense for me, I'm just an *11-Bravo."

It had been a good fifteen minutes since Tex had left on his mission. Little did the Freelancer know, the team had been watching his entire engagement from the roof of Blue Base.

"Well those two guys didn't put up much of a fight," Lockett comments from behind a spotting scope.

"Oof!" Caboose winces, "I felt that punch!" he whistles as he watches Tex beat up Grif through a pair of binoculars.

Lockett turns to Tucker who was currently holding the sniper-rifle.

"How are you feeling with that so far?" he asks.

"It's a little heavy," Tucker replies as he lowers the rifle, "But it's good."

"Well that's expected, you're technically supposed to be using it while prone," Lockett informs, he then tells him "We can make do with a laser pointer for now, but we're gonna need to properly zero it once we get the time."

Caboose lowers his binoculars and says to the others "I'm really glad Tex is on our team and not theirs."

"Sure makes things a lot easier on us," Tucker nods, he then jokes "Almost makes up for the tank killing Church."

Caboose nods in agreement and replies "Yeah. I think switching Tex for Church was a good trade."

Lockett then pauses and frowns as he just remembers something.

He then asks the two "Why did Church not want him to fight the Reds?"

Caboose and Tucker share a confused glance before Tucker shrugs and answers "I dunno, no idea what the big deal is. He's doing our job for us."

"Neither do I," Lockett murmurs, "He said they are bad news, so wouldn't it be in our best interests to let them do their job and then get them out of here as quickly as possible?"

"As if Church ever made sense," scoffs Tucker, "I mean what were we gonna do, send him back as soon as he arrived?" Tucker then pauses and asks curiously "Would he even have left?"

Lockett chose not to respond. Caboose instead turns over to Fergo silently who was watching the fight through her own binoculars.

"Hey Fergo?" Caboose calls over, "You were on the ship with Tex weren't you?"

"Yeah?" she nods.

Everyone turns to her.

"Did he like, say anything to you?" asks Tucker "Did he like to do anything to show who he is or what he is like?"

"No," Fergo shook her head, "He just sat there the entire trip."

"Just sat there?" questions a confused Caboose. "He didn't even get up to use the bathroom."

"No," Fergo shook her head, "He literally just sat there. I mean yeah he would occasionally move his arm or leg, but I'm telling you, the guy never got up from that seat and he never made a sound."

"Was he even breathing?" asks Tucker in disbelief.

"I'm pretty sure he was," Fergo murmurs, unsure whether or not she remembered the black armored man visibly inhaling or exhaling. "He mostly just stayed there and kept to himself. He actually seemed a bit broody now that you mention it."

"Bleh!" Lockett visibly gagged at that description. "He's one of those guys."

"You mean the mysterious, silent and brooding warrior type?" jokes Tucker.

"You know nine times out of ten, there's never anything that special about them?" Lockett scoffs while rolling his eyes.

"Well you never know," Tucker argues back.

"Yeah he could be really nice, maybe he just doesn't like to talk!" Caboose also adds.

The two shoot him a blank stare making Caboose flush in embarrassment as he suddenly remembers the shooting incident from earlier.

"Fine," Lockett responds, acknowledging the possibility, "I mean I'm not gonna hold my breath about it, but yeah, I guess it's possible."

"What's he doing again?" asks Fergo.

She wasn't there when Tucker had explained the situation to Tex.

Tucker explains "He said he was gonna get our flag back."

"Did Tex get in the base yet?" asks Lockett.

"Yeah," Caboose replies without putting down the binoculars.

Suddenly, a deep voice bellows out "Blue Team, flag returned."

The trio all blink in confusion.

Tucker voices all of their thoughts and asks "What the...? Who said that?"

They then hear someone clear their throat, they turn around and see Church as he materializes in front of them.

"Sorry, that was me. I, uh, I guess I had something stuck in my throat," Church apologizes, he then reports "Your flag is back, by the way."

Lockett awkwardly glances over and confirms that their flag had indeed returned.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Fergo screeches while pointing at Church.

"Oh right," Lockett mutters.

"That's Church!" Caboose happily chirps as if nothing was wrong.

"Well his ghost anyway," Tucker comments, he turns to Fergo and explains "He died a couple of hours before you arrived."

"His ghost?" Fergo murmurs in disbelief.

"Yeah his ghost, he died and came back, try to keep up," Tucker scolds.

"Hi new guy, welcome to the team," Church lazily waves.

Fergo rapidly looks between her team members "You guys are just gonna accept this?!"

Caboose and Tucker both shrug.

She turns to Lockett and he simply replies "I'm too tired to question this at this point." He turns back to Church and asks "Church, what do you want?"

"Oh um…straight to the point I see," Church stammers, "Well, I see you got your flag back. Where's Tex?"

"At Red Base," answers Lockett.

Church then throws his arms up in frustration.

"Oh great. This is so typical! What was the one thing I told you guys the last time I appeared?" he angrily cries.

"That Sidewinder is cold?!" Caboose excitedly, but cluelessly guesses.

"What was the OTHER one thing I told you?" Church grunts.

"That Tex beat your friend to death with a skull," Lokett cheekily replies.

Church shoots him a glare as Lockett smiles back with a shit eating grin. Even though the helmet was covering his face, Church knew exactly what Lockett had intended.

"I thought I told you guys not to let Tex get involved!" Church cries angrily.

"What were we going to do?" asks Lockett, "Drag a person all the way out here, and then we send them back as soon as they arrive, without even fulfilling their original purpose? There's no way the military would ever sign up on that! Besides, you think Tex would just agree to sitting on his ass for however long until you decided to show up again?"

"How long would that take?" Caboose asks curiously.

"See?!" Lockett cries, "You didn't even give us a timeline to work with. We had no idea how long we had to keep Tex around!"

"Well, where is Text now?" asks Church.


Tex has just recovered the flag right as Sarge came rushing in with his shotgun raised.

"Freeze!" Sarge growls, he then eyes the freelancer's rifle and barks "Drop it!"

Tex turns to the other exit and sees Lopez emerge from the doorway with a rifle aimed at him. It was then he realized that he was trapped and set his rifle onto the floor.

"Hey buddy," Tex calls out.

"What?" Sarge replies.

"You really better hope the first one knocks me out," he warns.

Sarge eyes Lopez briefly before smashing the butt of his shotgun into Tex's face.


It was around that time that Rowe had managed to regain consciousness and began waking up the rest of her team.

"Grif," she calls out, slapping his face a few times. "Grif gets up."

"Ow, what the... My freaking head. Jesus," he groans.

Rowe slowly sits him up and asks "You alright?"

Grif nods.

"I need you to wake up Simmons, I'll go check on Donut," she tells him.

Grif nods and Rowe walks off to check the downed soldier. Grif walks over to the passed out Simmons and shakes him awake.

"God damn," the maroon soldier groans, "What happened?"

"We got our asses kicked," Grif tells him. Grif turns to Rowe and asks "How is he?"

Rowe looks up from her patient and replies "It's bad, I managed to stabilize him for now but we need to get him out of here now."

Grif nods and then mutters "Yeah, yeah, hold on one second. What happened here? W- First Donut's head exploded, and then you fainted, and then some black thing showed up and started-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait," Simmons vehemently denies, "I did not faint, something knocked me out."

Grif snorts and snidely says "Okay fine, keep lying to yourself. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Can one of you guys get a 9-line going?" asks Rowe.

"I got it," Simmons replies as he walks over and grabs the radio.

"Grif-" Rowe calls to him.

"Yeah I'm on it," Grif interjects, already aware of what she wanted. "I'll go find Sarge," he replies and runs down the ramp.


Back at Blue Base, the trio were back on their respective instruments as they observed what had happened.

"Yep, he's definitely captured... Or dead... Captured or dead. …" he confirms, then he inhales sharply and excitedly adds "Or captured AND dead!"

Church grumbles angrily at the news while the others turn to Lockett.

Lockett softly sighs and says to them "Alright, better report to command."

"So, are we going after him?" asks Fergo from the back of the group.

Lockett pondered for a moment.

"Of course we are!" Church sharply snaps.

"Why would we do that?" scoffs Tucker.

"Because we don't leave our teammates behind, Tucker!" Church cries angrily.

"Technically, he's not a part of our team," Fergo notes.

"No he is!" The Church argues back, "We called him here, it's our responsibility!"

"Yeah, and then he ran off to Red Base all by himself!" Tucker retorts.

"Plus he is kind of mean….and scary," Caboose sheepishly adds, "Not very nice or friendly."

"Yeah, exactly," Tucker nods and sarcastically remarks "That's totally the way to be part of the team."

"Why?" Lockett suddenly asks, drawing everyone's attention to their team leader. "Why is he so important to you?" he asks.

"We hired him," Church reasons, "Command clearly wants-"

"No, why do you want him back so much?" asks Lockett as he narrows his eyes at the transparent teammate, "What does he mean to you?"

"I-I….w-what are you talking about?" Church asks angrily.

"From what little information you told us," Lockett explains, "You implied that your fiance cheated on you with Tex."

"Yeah! That's right!" Tucker cries in realization.

"What?!" Fergo cries, "The guy *Jodied you while we were away at war?! That is easily one of the most fucked up things to do to a person."

"So Tex is definitely not a nice guy!" Caboose chirps happily, he was just happy to be included in the conversation.

"That's putting it lightly," Tucker replies sarcastically, "It just sounds like that guy is a complete asshole, why are you fighting so hard to keep him here? You should be hating him for stealing your fiance!"

"No!" Church says sternly, he lowers her gaze to the ground and murmurs softly "I….I don't hate her…."

Everyone's jaws basically drop at the revelation.

He looks up and tells them "I just said she was the reason we never got married."

Lockett remains silent as the scowl in his face grows larger.

"She?" asks Caboose, voicing everyone's surprise.

Tucker just blinks in surprise and Lockett turns his head and huffs at the absurdness at what was going on. With a blank face Fergo said a phrase that sums up everyone's following thoughts.

"You have got to be kidding me."


Author's Note: End of the chapter guys! Fergo has arrived, she, Rowe, and Lockett and pretty much the only characters I am keeping. These current OCs help even out the team numbers for the time being. No Meia this run guys….she kind of had no point. I was young when I made her, and it was one of the few times I made a character based on a reader's request. Even then, Sister still had basically zero screen time. I have no idea what I am going to do with her, but I am gonna at least try to use her this time. Carrie is a hard maybe, but her original purpose was to help Lockett, not sure what to do with her this time around but I guess I have time.

This is a brief reference for some of the terms and words in order of appearance if anyone is interested: (Not Necessary for reading the story)

cR- an abbreviation for credits, it is the currency used throughout the UNSC.

SHARP- a program that stands for Sexual Harassment Assault Rape and Prevention.

JNN- stands for Joint Nodal Network. A communications system the United States Military uses for remote, satellite-based communication.

STT- stands for Satellite Transportable Terminal. It is designed to establish secure voice, video and data communications virtually anytime and anywhere.

HCLOS- stands for high-capacity line-of-sight. The HCLOS Radio offers secure, dependable wireless broadband connectivity, in PTP and PMP, for both military and commercial applications.

PT- stands for Physical Training.

ACFT- stands for Army Combat Fitness Test. It is designed to test a soldier's physical fitness.

Height and Weight- measures a soldier's relative mass within their age bracket.

MOS- stands for Military Occupational Specialty. It is a soldier's job in the army and is identified with two numbers and a letter.

Jody/Jodie- Civilian who romances a military personnel's significant other in their absence.


Also for anyone interested, here is a list of the people's ranks/pay-grade and MOS that I have made so far. Side note, in the US Army, the lowest enlisted rank you can have in the Special Forces according to their wiki, is a Sergeant. I won't go into the full requirements of how to reach certain ranks for jobs, that will take too much time and I simply don't want to do it. Also, these are just for the Army, the Marines, Navy, and Air Force have their own rank structure and MOS code.

Listed as Rank/Pay-grade, MOS and job title, job description(only listed once if repeated). This is just for the people who were curious, it serves no real purpose outside of having a nice reference.

Red Team: (Lopez is a robot and thus isn't officially listed)

Sarge: MSG(Master Sergeant)/E8, 18C-Special Forces Engineer. Special Force Engineer Sergeants are specialists across a wide range of disciplines, from demolitions and constructions of field fortifications to topographic survey techniques.

Rowe: SPC(Specialist)/E4, 68W-Combat Medic Specialist. They administer emergency medical care in the field in both combat and humanitarian situations.

Simmons: PFC(Private First Class)/E3, 25U-Signal Support Specialist. Maintains selected electronic devices, including versions of the Blue Force Tracker (BFT) and various automated systems, as well as radio and data distribution systems.

Grif: PFC/E3, 11B-Army Infantryman. The incredibly important role in the Army is responsible for defending Earth and her Colonies through real-life combat. Soldiers also act in the mobilization of vehicles, weaponry, troops, and more.

Donut PV2(Private, technically called Second Class)/E2, 11B-Army Infantryman.

Blue Team:

Lockett: SFC(Sergeant First Class)/E7, 18B-Crew Served Weapons Sergeant. The weapons sergeant within the Special Forces career field employs conventional and unconventional warfare tactics and techniques in individual and small unit infantry operations. Employs individual domestic, foreign small arms, light and heavy crew-served weapons, anti-aircraft and anti-armor weapons.

Tucker(will be promoted soon): PFC/E3, 11B-Army Infantryman.

Fergo: PFC/E3, 25N-Nodal Network System Operator/Maintainer. They have the responsibility to supervise, install, operate, and perform field-level maintenance on electronic communications equipment to make sure that the lines of communication are always up and running. They'll work on internet protocol bases, high-speed electronic communications systems, and network communication systems.

Church(He's dead but I'll still list him): PFC/E3, 11B-Army Infantryman.

Caboose: PV2/E2, 92G, Army Food Specialist. Prepare all types of food according to standard and dietetic recipes, as well as ordering and inspecting food supplies and preparing meats for cooking.


I made Sarge ex-special forces as well, specifically I made him a Sapper, if anyone knows who they are, then they understand what I mean when I say it explains his craziness. I'll keep Tex's info secret for now, maybe try to give it a bit of mystery. I made Caboose a cook because of an old wiki post which originally said Caboose was trying to sign up for a cooking class but got tricked into joining the army. I can no longer find that post but I took it and ran with it. I thought it was better than the new wiki saying he got tricked into thinking he was signing up for an exclusive ivy-league university while applying for college. Anyway, I'll hopefully see you guys soon, please leave a review and follow the story if you have not and you want to see more. Thank you for reading and as always, Big Brother is Watching.