Red vs. Blue vs. Soul

Red vs. Blue belongs to Rooster Teeth; Halo belongs to Bungie and 343 Studios

Soul Calibur belongs to Namco/Project Soul

None much to say, except there will be no Star Wars characters in this if you were wondering and also I wanna thank Rocketfist for the idea of having one of Soul Calibur's idonic femme fatales finally make her appearance. Also, as a heads-up, there is a little reference to the Halo Evolution comic called "Headhunters"(For those of you who have either read or seen it on Halo Waypoint, you may instantly realize it). But for now, enjoy and review! ^^

Chapter VIII – "Land, Secret Deals, and Vomit"

(The Port City of Zhangzou – Standing upon the wooden docks, the members of Red Team alongside their new travel companion stretch out of their sea legs and switch them for good ol' land legs…)

Simmons: Aw…Feels good to be back on land.

Sarge: My seafaring blood now weeps from being away from the great blue yonder…Oh well. Guess it's back to hating all Blues…and Grif. Speaking of which…Grif, get your fat $$ out here!

Grif (jumps down from the boat; whooping and cheering): YEEEESSSS! On land at last! No cleaning that piece of crap of a boat! No more f***ing pirates! And I'm not fat you $$hole!

Simmons: … (to Taki standing next to him) He's just excited to be off the boat.

Taki (sweat-dropping a bit): I…can tell. But isn't he overreacting a bit?

Simmons: Yeah he is…(Pauses and looks at Taki) Where have you been all my life…?

Taki (confused): Pardon?

Simmons (suddenly startled): Uh – I said nothing! Right behind you sir! (Rushes off to the city)

Sarge: Wait Simmons! I'm still right here! Where in Sam hill are you headin' up to?

Taki (more confused now): What…was that about?

Grif (walks right up to her): Who knows and who gives a rat's $$? Anyway, I'm getting hungry and since we're in China now, I think I'm in the mood for some Kung Pao chicken… (Heads into the city)

Taki: Kung…Pao?

Sarge (following Grif): Damnit Grif, if ya eat the last eggroll again like last time, I'll kick your $$!

Grif (yells back to Sarge): Up yours!

Taki: … (Shakes her head and sighs; follows after her odd travel companions)

(Some time later, the 'merry' band stroll through a busy bazaar filled with countless vendors and shoppers; while Simmons revels in the culture around him and Taki silently walks along, the antagonistic duo however has something else on their minds…)

Sarge (Looking around at the vendors): See anyone selling egg rolls yet, Grif?

Grif (sees a vendor selling cow tongues and other unique bits; gulps in disgust): Uh…Suddenly I think I'm more for Italian today…Maybe pizza. (Tries not to vomit in his helmet)

Sarge: Grif! Stay focused! There's got to be some egg rolls around here somewhere! I feel it in my gut!

Simmons: Aw c'mon you two, what you're seeing around you is what REAL Oriental cuisine is. Sure it looks…off, but it's actually quite delicious if you just try. See, I'll even do it… (Approaches a vendor and within a few seconds, purchases a rather unique food item…)

Sarge (staring at it; feeling grossed out a bit): What…What is THAT?

Simmons: Oh, this? It's cooked jellyfish with cinnamon. It sounded interested so I couldn't resist.

Grif (Almost ready to hurl): Y-You're…You're not going to…?

(Before Grif could finish his sentence, his maroon-armored partner starts to dine upon the rather strange dish – of course removing his helmet first off but we can't go into details of what he looks like.)

Sarge (wide-eyed under his helmet): …

Simmons (dining): Hmmm…Mmmm…Say, this is pretty good. Kinda tastes like chicken.

Grif: … (Turns around to vomit loudly upon the ground)

Taki: (sees Grif; once more shakes her head and sighs)

Simmons (continuing to eat the dish): Mmmm!

Sarge: Simmons…You officially are on my 'people to worry 'bout' list. Rank number six on it…

(But while this was going down, somewhere else within the dark alleyways of the ancient port, something of the secretive sort was unfolding…Leaning against a wall, a slender figure adorned in a hooded shroud waits for something…or someone.)

Hooded Figure: Hmm… (Silently taps their foot)

(Suddenly the sound of rather odd footsteps alert the shrouded being to the presence of another…but this does not alarm or frighten them. Within a few seconds, the last footstep is heard from their left side…)

Hooded Figure (holding a slight smirk under their hood; their tone of that of a British woman): Hmm…You're late.

(Standing before the shrouded femme was another hooded figure, though taller and hunched than their counter.)

2nd Figure (lowers their head before the woman; its voice of that a man though deeper): Thousand apologizes…Ms. Valentine. There were a few…problems but nothing serious that couldn't be handled.

Hooded Woman: Please…Call me Ivy.

2nd Figure: Of course, as you wish…Ivy. Have you any good fortune to encounter the fabled student of the acclaimed 'Edge Master' yet?

Ivy: No…However, some pirates I happened to hire came back with some most…curious information.

2nd Figure (Sounding interested): Curious…? How so?

Ivy: Apparently a person I know has some new friends with her…they are heading westward.

2nd Figure: And the reason?

Ivy (smirks a bit more under her hood): Why, the same reason you and I are in this partnership…the destruction of the Cursed Sword and its wielder.

2nd Figure (nods): Aye…Of course.

Ivy: What I was told of them was they are a rather clumsy bunch although they seem to be able to fight…in one way or another. But they shouldn't be too much of a threat…

2nd Figure: Hmm…Most curious…I shall have my agents keep a close eye on these newcomers…Perhaps they know something that we do not…

Ivy: Perhaps…But now I believe this is where we part ways until another time…?

2nd Figure (nods): Indeed…My agents will keep you informed…

Ivy: As expected. (Straightens herself out and gets away from the wall) Before I part, I must ask…What is your name…?

2nd Figure: …I cannot tell you. But perhaps when we meet again, I may share it with you…as well as other things.

Ivy (grins): Heh - I look forward to that day… (Turns around and walks away into the shadows)

2nd Figure (pauses a bit before walking away; speaks quietly to himself): Foolish human witch…Our goals WERE never the same…You may desire the destruction of this Cursed Sword but I… (Pulls out a strange bar-like handle from his cloak before triggering it to reveal a long crimson energy sword) I foresee other uses for it…My agents shall do what is necessary to retrieve it…And with it in hand… Shall come the destruction of this heretic-ridden world… (Chuckles maliciously to himself as he vanishes into the darkness)