"So, he's dead." a trooper said, "Yep, holes in the body. He drowned." The doctor replied. The trooper in grey looked at the doctor, "So isn't it, like gross to remove something off of a dead body?" the doctor looked back, "Would you like to see for yourself?" "No way! I ain't touching no body that's dead, not to mention cold as fuck." Now the trooper backed away and went out of the morgue. "Meh, glad I didn't kill this sucker. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the whole armor."
A voice was heard. "Well I'm glad you didn't cause his death either, we wouldn't want him in bits and pieces. Wait, how did you get out of the evidence room?" the doctor exclaimed, "Call me autobot, cuz I'm rolling out! Zing!" Metallic clinking was heard and the door closed.
Time flies by, the events on Chorus happen as the reds and blues seized liberty against Charon. Now the mission was to exterminate them and the rest of Chorus from business, to personal. After Felix's death on Chorus, the reds and blues boarded the Chairman's ship to shut down the Mantis robots. Alarms went off, "Get rid of those damn simulation soldiers! Whaaa!" explosions went off, and Filss was cut off from the speakers, she seemed to be talking to the colored soldiers to the control room. California at this point didn't want to die on the ship and thought it would be a nice chance to leave this company, he's dreamed for this moment. California avoided the other soldiers who tried to kill off the reds and blue, they all got killed anyways. He made it to the armory, grabbed a few guns and was cut off as he tried to load some clips. "Ahem." He looked up, seeing a round object. "Hi there," California looked confused, "Uh… a bomb?" "Finally, somebody recognizes me as an exploding device! I'm Andy." Andy introduced himself, while California was automatically thinking of what a talking bomb can do right in his face, it can talk? "Uh, hi, need something?" Andy didn't take a second to think about it, "If you're planning on leaving this place, or going gun-hoe. Can I come with? I can be used as a bomb or anything in particular?" California blinked in his helmet, "Sure, why not." He picked him up, "Hm, surprisingly light." The bomb chirped, "Thanks, I've been working out." Cal ignored that last comment and prepped up to leave, then made it to the control room's hallway. Seeing people breech the door, he took some of the soldiers out. "What the hell?" BANG! Bullets right through the heads into the Charon soldiers. Next, the rest of the remaining soldiers kept breeching the door and tried to shoot at the colored soldiers inside. The wounded were killed by the reds and blues from the inside. "Alright motherfuckers, we got this!" Tucker called out. "Espera, ¿quién es ése ?" (Wait, who's that?) Lopez questioned as he pointed his plasma rifles at the shadowed man. "You're right Lopez, there is something blocking the door, is it poisonous? Grif go check it out." Sarge blurted out, thinking it made total sense. "Sarge, are you SERIOUS right now?" Grif yelled. California cleared his throat and came out of the darkness. "Hi there, I'm here to get you outta here."
-Roses are red, and violets are blue. One day we'll cruise down Blood Gulch Avenue, its red versus red, and blue versus blue. It's I against I and me against you.-
