Hey everyone! This is my first real fan fic. Any criticism is thanked and appreciated. RWBY and Red Vs Blue belong to Rooster Teeth and their wonderful staff!

"See you on the other side Church," Tucker said as he, along with the rest of the Reds and Blues, prepared for the army of troops that were behind the door sent by Hardgrove.

Sparks that were created behind said door nearly reached it's destination.

"Everyone take cover!" Sarge yelled as the door blew open.

"Tossing frag!" A random soldier yelled as a frag grenade rolled into the room.

"Oh shit!" Griff exclaimed as Tucker kicked the grenade back to the enemy. The grenade exploded and sent 3 soldiers back.

"Woah! That really blows!" The pink lightish-red soldier said in his usual manner.

"¿Alguna vez se detendrá con eso?(Will he ever stop with that?)" Lopez deadpanned for the umpteenth time.

"Comon guys! Let's go!" Tucker brought the group back to focus as he charged at the enemy.

The Reds and Blues charged out of the doorway into a large hallway. Multiple enemies were already shooting and running at them. That's when Caboose got the brilliant idea of...

"Ah! They are running at us! So if we tie their shoelaces togethar, they can not run at us anymoar!" Caboose "thought" of.

"What? No! Are you crazy?" Simmons yelled at Caboose to no avail. Caboose was somehow sneaking behind the enemy and tying their shoelaces together.

"Moving positioO-O-Ns! What the fuck? My shoelaces?" A random soldier tripped as he saw Caboose sneaking around all the while mumbling, "Sneaking, sneaking, sneaking, I am sneaking."

And after 20 minutes, all the enemy soldiers were either shot or tripped over because of their shoelaces.

"Well holy shit. Caboose managed to take out every one of them, and somehow didn't get shot in the process," Tucker exclaimed in disbelief. "Comon. Let's go get that bald piece of shit."

As they entered the room, Hardgrove saw a tired orange soldier, a maroon soldier telling the orange one how much of a fat-ass he was, a red soldier threatening the orange one, a lightish red one in some very questionable poses, a brown one helmet-palming, a blue one wandering around, a purple one looking at everyone, and a turquoise/aqua marine soldier wearing the Meta's armor stomping towards him.

"Get over here you piece of shit." Tucker demanded in a threatening way as he grabbed Hardgrove's collar and lifted him in the air.

"Tisk, tisk. Strike one." Hardgrove taunted. Tucker threw a punch in response. "Strike two."

Tucker, thanks to the suit's HUD, notices the bomb vest Hardgrove is wearing. He places the Domed energy sheild and traps Hardgrove inside. "Strike three." Tucker taunts back.

Hardgrove get's a smug look on his face and simply says, "Goodbye." as he blows himself up along with Tucker.

"Tucker!" Caboose yelled.

"Wait, is Tucker still in there!?" Griff asked.

"What are you talking about? I'm still here." Tucker said behind.

"Oh thank god. We thought you were dead." Simmons sighed in relief.

"Who was dead?" A soldier in grey with yellow highlights asked as he, Carolina and a few of the new republic (or whatever they're called when they joined forces. I can't find anything.) walked through the door.

"Oh. We just saw Hardgrove blow himself up with a light clone of Tucker." Griff briefly explained.

"A...light...clone?" Carolina asked, quite confused. "I haven't seen something like that since..."

"Since CT." Washington finished. He then notices the Meta armor and points his Battle Rifle at it.

"Woah! Same team, same team!" Tucker said raising his hands defensively.

Wash puts his Battle Rifle down. "Sorry," He says with a chuckle. "Thought the Meta got revived again."

"Not that I want to ruin the moment, but we have a planet of people to tell that we won a war. More importantly, I have a date with some Rocky Road ice cream back at the base." Griff said.

"Is food all you think about fat-ass?" Simmons asked for the umpteenth time.

"Alright. I think we should land this ship." Carolina reasoned.

"Alright then. Church, how do we land this?" Tucker asked.

No response.

"Church, you there?" Tucker asked a second time.

No response again.

"Church! Where are you?" Tucker asked for the third time.

"Playback beginning," an image of Delta said as he appeared.

"Hey guys..."

A/N: So that's it for now. Hope you all enjoyed this. It took about 3-4 hours because laziness and a small case of writers block. Anyway, stay tuned for the next chapter. Any and all criticism is appreciated!