Summary: Things have gone wrong for the Reds and Blues. Elsewhere in the universe a familiar face makes an appearance.
Simmons sat in the small cell and tried to ignore Tucker's rants. He leaned his head on the cell wall and tried not to focus on how stupid he felt.
Another adventure gone wrong. Because of course it did. They were the Reds and Blues. Everything had to go wrong at some point.
There was nothing that Simmons could do about it now but that didn't change the fact that he felt stupid and guilty. Stupid because he couldn't believe they had fallen for a trap, a trap which in hindsight was obvious. Also guilty because Grif had been right. The adventure was a pointless endeavour and may very well result in the deaths of Carolina and Washington or even themselves.
He desperately wanted to go back to the moon. He wished he had never gone on this quest. From the fake message from Church to Doc's betrayal to Temple's assassination attempts, it all hurt. Simmons tried not to let it get to him but his anxiety hung heavily over him.
He feared that this time their luck would run out. One mistake too many, one adventure too much, one trip too far. All had led to their possible deaths. Simmons didn't want to believe that it was going to end this way. Deep down he began to think about all his regrets and things he wished he had done differently.
He thought about Grif and everything he wished he had told him. How he hadn't regretted the time in the storage closet, how he wished they could be something more and just how much he meant to him. He resolved that if he ever saw Grif again he would tell him everything.
Which was a big if, if Temple got his way.
He let his head fall to the side and looked around the room. Tucker had stopped bitching and was trying to comfort Caboose, Donut was doing…something and he didn't want to think about Sarge right now.
He knew Sarge had been struggling to cope with peace but he didn't realise that Sarge was so desperate for someone to fight that he would side with their enemies. And over something as stupid as allowing him to fight again.
Simmons sighed thinking about everything that had happened. Maybe he was that bad of a friend that he couldn't tell when his friends were hurting.
Emotions had never been the strong point for anyone in their group but he never thought it would never be bad enough to split them up. To split red team up. Let alone turn them against each other.
Simmons sighed again which caught Tucker's attention.
"Dude could you mope any louder?" Tucker scowled as he stared at Simmons and the pity party he was having for himself. At Tucker's words anger flared up in Simmons and he stood up as well.
"You're one to talk. All you've done since we were locked in here was bitch. Try coming up with a plan to get us out of here." Simmons hated how Tucker seemed to be worried about his ego and image more than anything else. He could also feel Tucker's glare from across the room.
"I'm not the only one who could be making a plan. Instead you're sat there moping in the corner."
"At least I tried to point out things were suspicious but you just liked having more sim troopers to talk to. Fed your ego pretty well." Tucker didn't want to admit that there was a small part of him that had felt flattered by the whole thing. Plus it allowed them to see more people who had been screwed over by Project Freelancer.
"You fell for it too. You loved it just as much. At least it distracted you from moping about missing your boyfriend."
Simmons said nothing about the boyfriend remark but his anger was getting the best of him, "Oh please you fell for it much more. And now it may cost Wash and Carolina their lives as well as our own."
Silence fell as Simmons had spoken the fears of the group – that they had lost Washington and Carolina for good. Tucker deflated at Simmons words and when he spoke it was barely above a whisper, "I know. We fell for it and now our friends may die because of us. I'm aware Simmons."
Simmons glared at Tucker but allowed himself to calm down, "Then stop moping. We have to come up with a plan to get out of here and rescue them."
Tucker nodded and everyone fell silent. Simmons was right needed to come up with a plan. They just hoped that their message got to Grif and they could buy enough time for him to get there.
Simmons sat back down in his cell and went back to thinking about Grif. He really hoped that he got their message. But even then, would he come and rescue them? Simmons hoped the answer would be yes.
Locus sat comfortably in his ship after finishing another job of rounding up his former allies. He hoped it would be enough for people to see he was willing to change.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
An alarm went off as his ship registered a distress signal. He hands straight towards it as fast as he could. He didn't expect to see what he saw out of the cockpit window. He barely saw it at first but then he saw it…
He blinked a few times and even attempted to wipe the window but sure enough there was a floating helmet…in space.
Sighing he brought the helmet on board. There was only one being in the universe he knew which could do this and only one group it was associated with.
,,Hola."
Locus sighed as his suspicions were confirmed. Lopez. Of course it was.
"What kind of trouble have the Reds and Blues found themselves in?" He asked knowing he couldn't leave them after they had vouched for him. They were responsible for his chance at a second chance.
With the go ahead Lopez began to relay everything to Locus and gave him all the coordinates.
Locus sighed again upon hearing the entire story. It amazed him every time. The Reds and Blues were capable of coming together and defeating the likes of him, Felix and Hargrove. Yet they easily fell for simple espionage tricks as pretending to be someone's friend. How had they not learned from what happened on Chorus?
He placed Lopez in the co-pilot seat and put in the coordinates to the isolated moon the Reds and Blues had been staying on.
Luckily Lopez didn't have the same incessant need to talk like others in his group and so made his way to the moon fairly quickly. He certainly didn't expect what he found there.
When he landed there initially no sign of life.
However everything was spotless. No garbage, no messes, everything was tidy and away where it should be. Locus didn't know what to think. The orange sim trooper he had met had taken great pride in messiness and a general lack of desire to do much of anything. He had expected to see the opposite of what he was seeing now.
He approached the base with caution and walked through it expecting the worse. With everything he had learned about Grif it appeared that something may have happened to him.
Locus rounded a corner and saw a orange armour clad figure. He feared the worse when the figure turned and saw him…
Finally feel like I'm getting somewhere with this. Two chapters at once. Hopefully I can keep the momentum going. Once I reach the end of s15 I will probably go a bit canon divergent.
