CH1

A/N: I'm starting this new fanfic because crossovers generally get more attention than straight OC stories, so this would be a good opportunity to learn a bit more than from my original story. As a heads up, this story takes place after season 17 of RvB, after the time travel arc. I also don't have a beta, so feel free to point out any mistakes in the review section.

When you're sleeping, do you ever get that feeling that you're falling to your death? It sucks, right? Now, imagine that, but make it feel 10 times more realistic. In fact, make it reality. That's what Carolina was feeling. She awoke, not opening her eyes, but still felt the falling sensation. She sighed and opened her eyes, reaching over to her desk to turn the lights on.

It had been a few months since they essentially saved the world, protecting Wash's sanity and earning a well deserved break. Which should last a few lifetimes from all the shit they were put through. The Reds and Blues, along with the two Freelancers, were currently living on Chorus. Their rooms weren't exquisite, but comfortable enough. Caroline sat up and glanced around the room, until she realized the window didn't show the rising sun, but rather a dark abyss. Figuring it was just an average world ending event, she grabbed her armored and suited up. A portal opened up under her feet, and she was dragged into a swirling mass, along with most of her equipment. The rest of her room was left intact.

"Goddammit Wyoming! You son of a bitch!" Tex angrily shouted. Here she was, standing over her partner's corpse, in the middle of a fortress located in who knows where. She could suddenly feel a sensation pulling at her feet when a portal opened up beneath York's body, sucking him in and leaving Tex alone with her rage.

Huh? York rubbed his helmet. He swore he was just dead, but now he was completely alive (according to him) and floating in the vacuum of space. He tried turning his head but found that his armor was unlocked.

"Oh, sorry about that." A voice said behind him. York could feel himself be spun around, and soon he was face to face with someone lounging on a piece of debris. He was wearing armor of sorts that was completely unrecognisable to him. He would've called Delta to help him, but York figured Delta was gone, as he couldn't hear the familiar buzz in his head.

"Where am I?" York questioned the other man.

~~York?~~ A voice said, a little bit too loudly, into his ear. When York realized who was talking, his eyes widened.

"Delta?" York tried reaching to the back of his neck, to feel the AI implant, but found his armor was still locked. "Yo D, can you do something about this?"

~~Affirmative.~~ His armor hissed and sprayed steam, and he could now reach with his arm. Sure enough, the little square chip was no longer there, but was replaced by scar tissue. ~~There is no information about that man's armor anywhere in the Freelancer database. Could be a newer model.~~

"He's been moved to your armor, so no more voices in your head. Score one for killing schizophrenia!" The stranger asked. "I see you've gotten acquaintanced with him again."

"Well it's not like we were separate for very long. How much air I got left in the tank though?" York worried. Freelancer armor was sort of notorious for running out of spare O2 at the worst of times.

"Don't worry, I topped it off for you." Another portal opened up close to York, and on the other side he could see a bustling metropolis city. "Ah, here's your stop. Hopefully I won't be seeing you later." The man boosted over using some sort of explosive devices on the back of his armor, and gently shoved York through. He screamed a little, remembering Georgia, and was sucked back into Earth. Albeit an Earth that was far different from what he expected.

"Ugh…" Carolina groaned as she hit the pavement. It didn't hurt, as she was used to getting hit and shot over the years, but it sure wasn't like the bed she was just in. Struggling to her feet, she observed her surroundings. She was in an alleyway between two large buildings and there were pedestrians walking around. Carolina stared at them, trying to see if they were aliens or not, but they passed her test. They did seem a little strange though…

"Ouch!" A loud clunk resonated behind her, and she whipped around, pulling out a pistol. Someone with armor similar to her stood up, his tan and hers cyan (lightish blue, aquamarine, who gives a fuck. Apparently Tucker, but does that really matter), and bobbed his head at her. He made a few gestures with his hands, before realizing something was amiss. The armored man tapped the side of his helmet, and spoke clearly. "Fuck, I had my helmet muted."

"York?" Carolina gasped. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Shouldn't I be saying the same thing? Also, aren't you happy with Mr. Handsome's return?" York said slyly. Before he knew what was happening, Carolina flew into his arms and started crying. He honestly didn't expect that, and the only thing he could think of was to pat her consolingly on the head.

~~Do you think I should-~~ Delta asked in his head.

I don't know if we can trust her yet. York warned.

"I-I'm just so sorry for what I did. I was blinded by my competitiveness and I-" She tried apologizing, but York cut her off.

"It's ok. We're here now, so we need to figure out what to do." He hugged her a bit tighter, before letting go. He thought for a moment, and came up with an idea. "Could you take off your helmet? I haven't seen you for months…"

"And I haven't seen you for decades." Carolina said sadly.

"Wait...decades?" York wondered. "Didn't the Meta-"

"He didn't kill me. In fact, I never died anyways. I was sleeping when I got dragged here." She unclasped her helmet. "And Maine is dead too." York gasped when she finally took it off.

"You look different." Was all he could say.

"What? Are you saying that I'm old?" She snarled at York, who quickly tried making up half-assed excuses, before laughing. "Relax. It's funny seeing you all flustered like that."

"Haha, very funny." York deadpanned. "First thing, you don't look human. You look, I dunno, cartoonish?"

"Could you take your helmet off? I might know what we looked like a bit better than you do." Carolina offered. York obliged, and Carolina started laughing again. "We're in a fucking anime!"

"An ani-what?"

"An anime. Or manga, whatever. Some sort of Japanese comics Tucker loved." She snorted.

"Tucker?" York asked suspiciously.

"One of the Reds and Blues I met. Don't worry, it's not like I would date any old sim trooper…"

"Did any of the other Freelancers survive? Considering how you were still alive when you got here."

"Let's see...the notable ones are Wash, Virginia, Arkansas, and New Mexico." Carolina listed off.

"Vomit boy still kicking?" This time York laughed.

"Yeah. Yeah I guess he is." Carolina remembered sadly. York was about to question this when they could hear shouting outside. "Aliens?"

"Probably." York stretched. He was in the army for a while, but didn't see much combat action. He was sort of excited to see what an alien would look like.. "I guess you're team leader again?"

"I don't think two people count as a team but I'll give it a shot." They clamped their helmets back on before rushing out of the alleyway. In the distance they could see a blazing fire consuming nearby buildings, and a massive slime-creature holding what appeared to be a blonde boy. "That's not what I expected."

"You've seen aliens before?" York asked incredulously.

"You could say that." Suddenly, someone rushed past them. They were around the same age as the captive, but with green hair instead. He started to dig at the slime with his hands, trying to save his friend. The sewer-water colored slime laughed at his feeble attempts, before reaching back with a tentacle to swat him away. "That fucking idiot. York, distract the alien. Non-lethal shots only. There are lots of civilians nearby, and you could hit the kid."

"Aye aye captain." York swapped out his 9.5x40mm magazine and for rubber bullets. He sprayed the slime with a few bursts, drawing its attention to him. That allowed Carolina to dash in with her armor enhanced speed (if you watched the series this should seem odd, but there'll be an explanation later), dragging both boys out of the slime. She deposited them to safety and turned to face the slime.

"Heroes! We're saved!" The crowd cheered in a language unknown to York. He had Delta translate on the fly for him, and realized it was Japanese.

"Use lethal rounds! Watch your shots, don't cause any unwanted casualties!" Carolina ordered. Grumbling, York switched out magazines again. He wasn't the Freelancer marksman, that goes to North and Wash, but he was a fair shot. This time, instead of merely annoying the slime, it caused parts of it to fly off in random directions. The slime reared back, allowing Carolina to zap it with her super-strength cattle prod. She was about to finish it with a full clip to the head from her Magnum, but a booming voice interrupted her.

"Have no fear, for I am here!" Carolina turned around with her eyebrow slightly twitching. A large, muscular man strided up to her and patted her on the shoulder. "Thank you for your service, I will take it from here!" With a hefty punch, he exploded the slime into thin particles that floated in the air.

Maine 2.0 I guess. Brute strength off the charts, but doesn't use any fancy combos. York guessed.

"Hey armored guy!" York glanced over his shoulder to see a tree man and another muscly dude, this one wearing large metal gauntlets, walk towards him. The tree man was waving at him and doing the talking. "Mind if we get your hero license? I've never seen you round here before."

Hero license? The fuck? York called up Delta. D, can you hack into the local databases and figure what the hell these 'heroes' are?

~~Roger~~ Delta responded with a clipped tone.

"Hey, you still with us?" The larger guy asked.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Uh, I forgot my license at home?" York tried.

"That's what the guy over there said…" Tree-man pointed over to Carolina, who was making sure none of the goop got stuck in her amor and equipment. "Oh crap. Death Arms, these guys might be vigilantes."

The other guy, which York now knew was Death Arms, nodded. "You're right Kamui. Although i doubt we can simply-"

"You dudes know I'm still here right?" York butted in. Kamui and Death Arms jumped, before quickly yelling in unison.

"You are under arrest for acting as a vigilante! Do not hesitate, or we will use lethal force!"

"Damn, I've only been here an hour and I'm already arrested? This has got to be a new record." York visorpalmed. In the corner of his eyes he could see Carolina getting the same treatment, this time by a firefighter-looking hero and a blonde with a skin tight outfit adorned with horns. York was quickly handcuffed and led over to a police car that just arrived. Carolina was thrown next to him, and the car started up and drove away from the scene.

"Looks like we still got stuff to learn about here." Carolina leaned back. York noticed her voice was deeper, and more robotic.

~~I have returned.~~ Delta said in a god-like manner. ~~In this world, 80% of the population are born with a special power, known as quirks. In order to use these powers against other entities, you need to obtain a hero license, which you get from completing one of several hero schools. Since you didn't finish college, I highly doubt you were able to complete a hero course in a matter of hours. Furthermore-~~

Shut up D. York scolded. "What happened to your voice?"

Over the comms, so no one could hear them, she answered. "Voice modulator. You should turn yours on too."

"But my armor doesn't come with it. Only Tex had one." York cringed, afraid that saying Carolina's nemesis might trigger something in her, but she didn't react at all.

"Mine didn't either. When I got here my armor was updated to the newest model and I got a few extra mags. Tell me, does a normal soldier bring rubber bullets to the battlefield?"

"Right. I don't think these guys know about the UNSC too. I'm pretty sure we got teleported to a new dimension where everything looks 'anime'."

"Mhm." Carolina nodded. "Best we can do is wait for now. We shouldn't cause too much trouble."

"Is a jailbreak too big of a problem for you?" York grinned as he held up his handcuffed wrists.

"Not in the slightest." Carolina confirmed.

"Hey Tuck, has anyone seen Carolina around?" Wash yawned in his helmet as he walked down the stairs. Carolina hadn't booted him out of bed to do morning exercises, so he had slept until 9:00 am. Tucker and Caboose were currently attempting to make breakfast, but Wash could already smell the burning.

"No dickwad you put the skillet under the egg, not under the frying pan!" Tucker yelled in frustration.

"Sorry! I'm just very bad with directions!" Caboose responded apologetically.

"More like you need to get your eyes checked!" Tucker finally noticed Wash, who was slightly gagging at their culinary disaster. "Oh hey Wash. Ya need somethin?"

"I can't find Carolina. Her armor and everything is missing." Wash finally found the air purifier setting on his helmet and took a deep breath of clean air. "Plus, she didn't make us do morning PT. I'm sure you noticed that."

"I just thought she was finally letting us relax."

"Like hell she would." Wash snorted. "I asked Kimball and she said she'll be on the lookout." The doorbell rang, and Wash excused himself to get it.

"Is this the residence of the Reds and Blues?" Wash looked at the security camera positioned outside. At the door was a man wearing strange armor, with a white and yellow pattern in the shape of lightning bolts on it.

"Just the Blues. The Reds are down over in the building th-"

"No no, it's fine. Just leaving a package here." With that, the man deposited a cardboard box labeled "FRAGILE." Wash knew that any package delivered here would be scanned and checked for explosive devices, so he was sure it was safe. What he didn't know was that the guards keeping watch over them were knocked out cold, their armor burned and sparking electricity.

"Is it Christmas? I love Christmas! Gifts for everyone! Yay!" Caboose exclaimed as he saw the package. He lunged towards Wash, but Tucker held him back.

"No it's not Christmas. It's the middle of fucking July! It also says fragile so you better not break it." Caboose calmed down.

"Oh. I am very sorry." He perked up a bit, like he was thinking of something. "Has the box been checked of deadly devices? I could use Freckles to scan it and make sure nothing bad is in there. I don't want friends to get hurt by fake present!"

"That is a very helpful suggestion, but I'm confident we're safe from any snakes jumping out of boxes." Wash kindly said.

"Yo does it have a name on it? If it doesn't I'm betting it's from some secret admirers. Oh yeah, we're famous now!" Tucker whooped. "Man, does it feel good to be recognized. I got like 16 letters just last week!"

"It has a tag." Wash squinted at the messy handwriting. "All it says is "From Blitz." Huh. No return address or anything."

"Just open already! The apprehension is killing me." Tucker leaned back in his chair and groaned. Wash borrowed a knife from the kitchen and slowly slit the tape. He opened the package, and inside was a simple monitor with a volume and on and off switch. "The fuck?"

"Where's the on switch?" Wash lifted the screen up and plopped it on the table. He found the switch and turned it on.

"Ugh, lame." Tucker facepalmed. "It's just a TV!" The moment he said this, the screen flickered on. On it was the same armored helmet Wash had just seen outside his door.

~~Now, you may be wondering what the hell this thing is, and why I delivered it personally to you. Oh yeah, ask Wash over there about that.~~ The head said in a staticky voice. Washington froze. How did a pre-recording message know something that hadn't happened yet? ~~This isn't a prerecorded message by the way. Everything is live and being recorded as we speak.~~

"This guy is giving me the creeps." Tucker slightly cringed. "Hey mystery man, can you hear us?"

~~Loud and clear, Lavernius Tucker.~~.The man on screen held up a piece of paper to his eyes. ~~Time to get to the meat and bones of this.~~

Warehouse-Middle of Nowhere-Time: Unknown

"Time to get to the meat and bones of this." In a darkened room, the man cleared his throat before continuing to speak. "After this message, you will receive important information on the whereabouts of your missing comrade." This warranted a reaction from Wash.

"Do not break this monitor at any point. No matter what emotion or situation you are going through." In a much more sinister tone, he added, "If you do, you will lose connection forever. Protect it with your life if it comes to that."

~~You can't just dump this on us!~~ Tucker yelled. ~~Why should we even trust you?~~

"There is no reason for you to trust me. I acknowledge that. But I beg of you, please do not take me lightly. Have one of your members walk out of the building and check up on your guards." He checked his watch. "Ah, time is running short. Before I leave, I must tell you, connect the dots."

~~Connect the dots? The fuck is that supposed to mean?~~

"Goodbye." The man said with a tone of finality.

"You done?" A feminine voice asked from the shadows.

In a much lighter tone, he answered. "Yep. I'm not too good with this "evil guy" vibe. Why didn't you just get your cousin to do this? He could pull it off ten times better than me."

"He said he was working on a new piece of equipment and that he didn't have time." The woman pulled out a smartphone. "The theatre is open right now. Wanna go?"

"You bet your ass. Did you know how far I had to travel to get back here on time?"

A/N: First chapter is done. Hopefully you guys would like to see more. If you don't, well fuck that I'll write more. Check out my other story that I put on hiatus to write this (shameless plug). More RvB characters will be introduced soon, so don't get bored yet.