Hey guys! Time for the next chapter in the series! As before, (though I forgot to mention it, everything except the things owned by me are owned by somebody else.
Hawaii stepped out of the shuttle while having a mental conversation with Chi, and proved that multi-tasking is bad.
"For our ancestor's ancestors!"
"Keep away red, the new guy is wearing blue!"
"Right... I'm just gonna go back to base and take a nap."
"By god Grif, you have got to be the laziest soldier I have ever met! You should be executed for treason!"
With gunfire everywhere, Chi led the confused Hawaii through the maze, and eventually ended up on the blue side.
"Hey there new guy, would you PLEASE explain to Church that you can NOT pick up chicks in a tank? Caboose is too busy threatening the reds."
"MY NAME IS MICHAEL J. CABOOSE, AND, I, HATE, READING!"
"Really bluetard? Readings the best you can come up with?"
"Knock knock."
"Who's there? Lemme guess, a bluetard? Can I shoot it?"
"What is black and white and red all over?"
"Uh, a newspaper who?"
"Your mud covered bloody head rolling down a hill MUAHAHAHAHAHA."
Hawaii, trying to make some explanation of all this, turned to Chi for an explanation.
"Don't look at me, I'm gonna guess he's a retard though."
"Who are you calling a retard, blue-boy?" came the deep, menacing voice.
"Hey, uh, greenish-blue dude? What's up with his voice? Why is it changing from stupid-yet-threatening sounding to very threatening sounding?"
"Woah! I didn't kill that freelancer! Look at the pink dude over there!"
"IT'S LIGHTISH RED!"
Chi chimed in, giving a helpful suggestion. "I would recommend that we wait inside until the fighting dies down."
"I couldn't agree more Chi." With that, they went inside and waited until they heard no more threats from the blue guy.
"Hey Church," came the green-blue one's voice, "What happened to the newbie command sent?"
"How the hell would I know? Did he die already? Command didn't even tell us they were sending reinforcements. If he hasn't run off hopefully he'll become Caboose's new best friend. He's always wanting me to play hide-and-don't-seek Tucker, I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE HIDEANDDONTSEEK!"
"Hide and don't seek? What kind of a game is that?" asked Hawaii, revealing himself by spinning around in the swivel chair he was sitting on.
"Oh,newbie, I think we should introduce ourselves. I'm Church, and The blue green guy is Tucker. The stupid one you heard earlier is Caboose."
"Ah. Glad to have that settled. Freelancer Agent Hawaii, at your service."
"A FREELANCER?" *whispering* "Tucker, go make sure Tex is still buried."
"You guys DO realize it doesn't matter if you're whispering or not since we're talking over radios?"
"Damn you."
"Who's Tex?"
"Uhhh... If you didn't know her, consider yourself lucky. She could be one angry bitch at times. On the other hand, we were very close. That's why we're fighting the reds! They killed her!"
Chi suddenly spoke, but rather hesitantly. "Hawaii, I have just received a delayed comm from The Mother of Invention."
"Well, what does it say?"
"We have been assigned to the Red Team. I suggest we escape before the blues become suspicious."
"The Reds? I thought they killed the mystery person!" Rob hastily replied, still not knowing just who Tex was.
"It would appear so, but I would suggest we escape to the Red Base before the blues find out that we aernt supposed to be here."
"Yeah yeah yeah... I get the idea Chi."
They snuck out, not that it was very hard. They found Caboose talking to a tank and Tucker sleeping.
"Hawaii, I believe that Private Caboose has discovered that Phyliss is the operating system for that tank."
"C'mon Chi, stop getting distracted."
They made it to the halfway point, and were greeted by a pink soldier.
"Hi there! Private Donut reporting for duty sir!"
"Donut, get away from him, he's wearing blue. Wait, on second thought get as close to him as possible, it's not like your pink armor is valuable anyway."
"It's lightish red!" came Donut's protest.
"Oh whatever. I'm getting out of here. Sarge'll know what to do."
Several minutes later, the person Hawaii believed to be Grif returned with "Sarge".
"Oh hey there new Freelancer fella, back already from your intel-gathering excursion? I hope you found a lot, because that excursion was UNAUTHORIZED."
"Sarge? You know this guy?"
"Well of corse I do Private Grif! Command said we would be receiving a freelancer to balance the odds, but now we have nothin but an advantage! Donut killed theirs, making him forever a part of this team!"
"Just as I thought the day couldn't get any better..."
"Aww, thanks Grif! That means a lot to me."
"Quiet numbskulls! Can't you see the paid bounty hunter is thinking? Lets just hope he doesn't realize we haven't paid his worker's organization yet!"
"Agent Hawaii, I would suggest we take this opportunity to live up to our freelancer name tag. I think you will agree that we should hire ourselves out to the highest bidder."
"That's an interesting plan C, but I'd feel bad taking advantage of these guys... IS THAT WHAT I THINK IT IS? Those blues have an antique side-firing rocket launcher just laying on the ground over there! Look at all that stuff they have! They have a robot kit! How'd you like to be my robot sidekick C?"
"I think I shall decline your offer."
"Wow. Look at that. The reds have a custom Barrell-Blast 2000 shotgun complete with a cushioned grip, and it's even got the original grip completely intact! You know C, I think you're right. How could this be a bad idea?"
"Ok then Sargent, I'll have to take some other form of pay as interest."
"Interest?" came Sarge's confused voice, clearly befuddled by the idea.
"Oh, I don't mean money, but rather something else. Perhaps, a shotgun?"
"Mister, you get outta here before you're too full of lead to. And close the door to hell on your way out."
"Oh c'mon Sarge, he doesn't mean YOUR shotgun, he probably just means one of the countless extras you leave lying around." Grif helpfully chimed in.
"Yeah, and if we could defeat them and a freelancer, just imagine what we could do WITH a freelancer."
"Oh... fine. Just don't take any of my favorites."
"Alrighty then, I'll just go find one." Hawaii walked back over to the one he had found earlier and holstered it across his back.
"Now, lets go kick some blue ass."
"For our ancestor's ancestors!"
"We're gonna die!"
"See? There IS a tank!"
"I love the color they painted their base!"
"Great. Here come the reds with their new buddy the freelancer."
"I wish tex was here."
"Your toast has been burnt, and no amount of scraping will remove the black part!"
Throughout the shooting, Hawaii felt calm. For one, he wasn't trying to hit them, and two, he was pretty sure they couldn't hit him. Then, one of the blues noticed his shiny new shotgun.
"Hey, newbie-traitor-freelancer, we'll give you Caboose if you help us!"
"What? No you fool. I always did think you were stupid Tucker."
"Agent Hawaii, it is possible that we will need his help in the future."
"Alright Chi, I can get used to this bidding war."
After withstanding a few insults from the reds about being a traitor and a thief, he was officially declared part of blue team when he shot their warthog, giving it a flat tire.
"All right! Welcome to blue team!" came Church's enthusiastic voice.
Please note: I have decided to break this story up into several different ones in order to hopefully gain more viewers. Keep your eyes peeled for the sequel! (I also realize this is a bit short, this is an intro to the story that will be called "The Blood Gulch Ops")