Well, here's the next chapter. This one has the Red and Blue guys now.

I was hoping this part would be a bit longer but, okay. Here's the second chapter.

Chapter 2: Just a Day At the Office

When the wolf woke up, she had a pretty horrible headache. The sight that greeted her eyes was that of the morning sun. She looked around to get a feel of her surroundings to find out that she was lying on her back in a ridiculous position. She also found herself in the middle of a crater five feet deep.

Righting herself up, the Goddess walked out of the hole she had literally dug up and took in the surroundings. There were vast grasslands that were lush and full of life. Wildlife of a sort she had never seen partook in their daily activities. At a great distance in front of her, a mountain range stood broad and high. The sun had just risen above them, illuminating their outlines. Not too far behind her was a forest that probably extended for many miles.

She picked up the overwhelming life in her mind, making her want to actually shut some of it off. This world was teeming with it! Nippon was a beautiful world in it's own right, but this. This place was untouched by men and demonic forces of destruction. It was clean and she loved it!

The wolf trotted across the grass. It was so soft and comforting. It felt so familiar, yet so different. Already, she could feel the alien wildlife take an interest in her. One such creature brought its head out of the grass.

It was strange looking thing, for it had the head of a songbird but the body was more like that of a cat. The body was covered in green feathers (or at least what looked like feathers) instead of fur and it had a long, whip-like tail. It approached her cautiously, but it soon knew that the wolf was friendly.

It walked up to the wolf, standing no higher than her ankles, and rubbed her front legs, giving off a low but gentle growl. Praise radiated from it, of which the goddess took gladly.

She heard odd chirping sounds from around her and saw that at least half a dozen of these creatures were approaching her. They were also cautious at first, but they soon sensed that she was not a threat to them. The feathered creatures scampered up to her and joined their companion. Their combined praise for Her calmed the goddess. She understood that life in any of its forms was still precious, no matter how alien they may be. Whatever these creatures were did not matter to her. They were living things.

A sudden rumbling in the distance took her attention. The small creatures at the wolf's feet looked around, frightened at the strange noise. She looked up to see a flock of what looked like strange birds flying low in the sky. She soon noticed that they were not birds at all. They were traveling at almost impossible speeds and their bodies glinted in the sunlight. They were made of metal.

As thundering noise grew louder, the small feathered creatures fled in all directions. She noticed more odd features on the strange craft. They were quite large and bulky; nowhere near as large as the Ark was but still bigger than most artificial craft she's seen. Their dull grey bodies were angular in design with small fixed wings. Much of their masses seemed to be built at the bow of each individual craft surrounding a glass "head". She lowered her head and snarled at them, believing they could be some sort of malevolent entities.

She never noticed any more details as they whooshed past her. The wolf watched as the three aircraft flew away from her and towards a pillar of smoke in the direction of the forest miles away. That smoke marked where the Ark crashed. She knew they were heading there and that is where she will go as well.

As the morning sun rose above the enigmatic and dull colored canyon of Blood Gulch, Leonard L. Church was not having a good morning. Well, he rarely has what one would call, "good mornings". They were hardly good for him. He even hated the phrase. His definition of a good morning would be being at a place away from the others where he could have peace and quiet. It was not because he hated the other soldiers. He just did not like them. There is a big difference. Church would be happy to point that out.

The problem with mornings was that they were always the same. Church wakes up to Caboose screaming at him to wake up. Then he has to listen to Tucker talk about his recent pornography videos while eating twenty-year old bran flakes. There is nothing worse to do in an early morning than listening to a pervert while eating pieces of cardboard. Then he would have to listen to Caboose talking about what goes on in his twisted, twisted mind. It is a wonder how Church had not gone homicidal yet.

The good news is all that is over. The bad news: anything can happen at this point.

Church was standing on top of the base looking out at the other side of the canyon when Caboose walked up to him.

"Uh, Church? I think there is something I need to tell you."

Church sighed. "What is it, Caboose?"

"I think something happened last night. You see, I was woken up by a really weird noise and I decided to go outside and see what it is. Then I..."

Great, another one of Caboose's dream stories. Church resisted the urge tell him to stop or at least walk away, but he was not in the mood to. Instead he just stood there listening and not caring.

"...and then I saw that the sky was on fire and I thought 'Why would the sky be on fire? There's no wood to burn up there.' And so I looked at it and..."

Church had no interest in any of this at all. Normally, he could handle Caboose and his strange ways but everyone has a breaking point and Church did not want to reach it.

"...then there was this big white ball that flew above my head," he pointed at a canyon wall. "And it went that way. I have never seen it since."

"Maybe that's because it's outside this canyon."

"Yeah, I think you're right," Caboose said. "You think we can go find it?"

Church was about to say no but then he thought of something.

"Actually, I think you might. Why don't you go out and take a look?"

Caboose looked out at the canyon wall and then back at Church. "You're not coming?"

"Uh, no. I think it would be a good idea that it's just you. You know, because you're the only who saw...whatever it is you saw. I don't want to slow you down."

"I wouldn't want to slow me down, either."

"Yeah, well go out and look for that thing you saw."

Caboose ran out after he said, "Okay!" Finally, Church has found a way to get him off his back. Oh wait. He forgot one little thing.

"Oh!" Church shouted. "Don't come back until you find it!"

In the distance, Church could hear, "Okay! I won't let you down, Church!" Caboose then disappeared over the hill.

Church gave a sigh of relief. Finally he could have a moment of peace and quiet. It would take quite some time for Caboose to find something he probably only dreamed up. He did wonder if anything bad could happen to Caboose. Nah, that was rare. Caboose could take care of himself, even if he was not aware of it most of the time. Or all the time. Church also thought about the possibility of Caboose actually finding something. But it might be more than he bargained for. It has happened on more than one occasion and it never turns out well for Church.

That did not matter right now. All that mattered was that Church was alone now and that nothing would interrupt his quiet moment of-

"Church! Hey Church, where are you?! I need your help with something!"

It was Tucker. Church uttered a profanity to himself. Somehow, he could feel that this day was going to really suck.

On the other side of the canyon, the Reds had their own daily rituals to worry about. It all started when Simmons found Grif rummaging through his DVD collection for the eighth time this week. Damn that Grif! How many times did Simmons have to reorganize his entire anime collection because that orange-clad idiot has no sense of tidiness? Or stealth for that matter.

Sarge was not exactly happy at the moment either. He was not unhappy enough to shoot Grif but it was enough for him to point his shotgun at him, though. What is it that has upset the S-Dog?

The jeep broke down. Again.

Though Lopez was working on it for the moment, it did not take long for Sarge to get a bit impatient.

Sarge watched as the robot worked on the warthog. "Lopez!" he said. "What is taking so long?"

"Sólo he estado aquí durante diez minutos. ¿Cómo puedo solucionar esto si ni siquiera he averiguado cuál es el problema?"
I have only been here for ten minutes. How could I fix this thing if I haven't even figured out what the problem is?

"Well, get a move on! We need to be ready in case the dirty Blues decide to attack!"

"Lo dudo mucho."
I highly doubt that.

"That's right. Who knows what those dastardly Blues are up to? They could be planning an attack at this very moment!"

Lopez did not bother to look at his superior. "Nunca lo hacen nada excepto puestecillo alrededor y hablar." They never do anything except stand around and talk.

Sarge chuckled and said, "Well, I'll just leave you to your work, Lopez. You better get that done soon." He then leaves. The only response Lopez could give was simply, "Idiota."

Elsewhere in the base inside one of the many identical rooms, Simmons had just finished putting his precious collection back together. He was glad that Grif was not around anymore, but he found quite unfortunate that Donut helped him. Donut was always more...happy than most. Anyone could tell by his pink, er...light red armor.

"Oh man, Simmons! That was a pretty good cleaning up, if I do say so myself."

"At least this is finished," Simmons said. "I will make sure he will never go touch my stuff again."

"That's a good idea. Like my mom always said: It's always a good idea to protect your valuables."

Simmons looked at him for a moment. "I don't know if that is supposed to make sense one way or another..."

"There's only one way, the-"

"Don't say anything. I don't need to hear any more."

Donut stood up and stretched his arms. "Well, now that's done, I got to go and upload these pictures of that awesome meteor shower on Facebook."

"Yeah, whatever. Wait a minute." Simmons called out to Donut before he left the room, "Meteor shower? What meteor shower?"

Donut turned around and said, "The one from last night!"

"Last night!? There was no meteor shower last night!" Simmons was right. He had lived here long enough to keep track of celestial events like that. He knew how often and when such things would happen and last night was not one of those times.

The pink-armored man pulled out a point-and-shoot camera and waved it in the air. "Cameras never lie, Simmons."

"I'd really like to look at those."

"Sorry Simmons, but these photos are private only. Only my Facebook friends can see them."

"Private only!? We've been living with each other for over a year! Sarge has even had security cameras set up ever since we got here! There's no such thing as private only at our base!"

"Not everything is being watched. You just have to find better places to hide your things. Now if you don't mind, I'd like to go get this done." With that, Donut left. Before Simmons could follow him, he heard Sarge bark out from outside, "Hey, Simmons? Where are you? I need ya!"

Simmons scoffed. "Great. Guess I'll figure that out later." He ran out to meet Sarge just outside of the base.

"Simmons, where the hell is Grif?" Sarge said.

"Grif? I haven't seen him since this morning."

"Goddangit, Simmons! You were supposed to be watching him."

"I thought nobody watches Grif."

"Only in certain situations and this isn't one of them."

"He's probably somewhere taking a nap like he always does."

"Well, go look for him! I need him ASAP!"

Simmons obeyed. Annoyed. It was rare for Sarge to ask him to look for Grif. Or do anything in regards to Grif, for that matter. Unless that involved hurting him in someway, in that case it is not that rare. That is common, actually. But in this case, Sarge said nothing about hurting Grif. How odd.

The maroon-colored soldier walked around that side of the canyon, looking for that chubby bastard. Ten minutes pass. Twenty minutes pass. He was getting impatient and started throwing rocks at any possible hiding places that included small growths of weeds, behind rocks, and small coves and crevices in the canyon wall. He muttered to himself, thinking about the kind of things he would do to him for messing with his anime collection.

His search was soon rewarded when he came upon a cove not too far from Red base. Inside was Grif sleeping soundly. This was the perfect time for Simmons to make a comeback.

Quietly creeping towards the orange-clad snoozefest, Simmons stopped not two inches from him and yelled. "Wake up, jackass!"

Grif shot up and screamed. "WHA!" He looked up to see Simmons standing over him. Sweating a little, he asked, "How the hell did you find me?!"

"No one can hide from the Simmons. Sarge really wants to know why you've been sleeping on the job."

"Do you really not know the answer to that question?"

There was a long pause as the two men looked at each other.

"Good point."

"…You're still mad at me about stupid anime crap, aren't you?"

Simmons pointed a finger at him. "Who wouldn't be?! I spent over three years putting all that together. What the hell were you thinking?!"

"I just needed to find a quiet place to sleep."

Shocked by his answer, Simmons could not even reply to that for a few moments. "You know what? Forget what I said. Just take your blanket and crystal ball and get back to the base."

"Alright, whatever…" Grif stopped. It did not take long for him to realize something in Simmons' statement did not add up. He expressed it to him. "Crystal ball?" He turned to the small crevice he slept in and saw something half-buried in the dirt. Crawling into the small dark space, Grif reached out to grab the thing. It took a few tugs to loosen it but he finally retrieved what appeared to be a glass orb in his hand.

"Huh," Grif said. "I don't remember seeing this thing."

Simmons moved closer to get a better look at it. "You probably stole it."

"Did not! I've never seen this before."

Grif brought the orb closer to his helmet. It was a perfectly round glass sphere with no sign of wear and damage. Even though he was wearing gloves, the Red would venture to guess that the surface was completely smooth with no imperfections. He soon noticed that the interior of the orb was not transparent and instead was filled with some sort of white smoke. What truly surprised him was within that cloud of smoke was a symbol.

Simmons immediately knew what it was.

"Is that a kanji symbol?"

"A what?"

"It's a written character of Japanese."

"Wow, I guess that anime obsession is useful for something." He heard Simmons mumble quietly. "Do you know what it says?"

"I don't know. It's kind of fuzzy."

At first, the two did not realize that the white smoke began to move and roll about in a hardly noticeable way. Grif rotated the orb in different directions, but the symbol remained in the same orientation facing them. Both of them noted this oddity. They soon noticed that something was happening as the interior of the sphere began to rile up, accompanied by a low hum. The smoke lost its uniformity, forming white and dark patches within. Light started to emanate from deep inside, creating light beams that slightly illuminated the cove.

"Uh…Grif?"

He could not pull his eyes from it, no matter how hard he wanted to. And neither can Simmons. The orb soon glowed so bright that it was blinding and then it felt as if something blew up in their faces and projected upon the surface of the cove were various images. The two men were transfixed at the collage of different scenes depicting places they do not recognize and people they do not know. Some of them were static while others were like short video clips. All of them were different and all were moving across the walls.

Many of the static images showed breathtaking views of vast forests and towering mountains. There were scenes were of various animals, from Earth, that went about their daily lives. It was like a David Attenborough documentary. The two somewhat expected a British voice to narrate. There were other scenes was that of an ancient oriental city covered in green smoke where the people were so sick they could barely stand. Another image was that of a massive and unsightly creature with eight serpentine heads attached to a mountain. Another was that of a grey sailing ship that flew in the sky. Nearly everything that was projected by the glowing white orb defied any sense of reality.

"Grif!" Simmons was barely able to tear his gaze from the images while Grif continue to stare. Some indescribable force was holding them against their will. Or maybe it was just sheer awe.

One scene started to take precedence over the others. What they saw was a white wolf with the strangest features they have ever seen. Bright red markings adorned its body, forming swirls along its sides, lines surrounding black eyes, and a circle on its forehead. The shoulder blades tapered to fluffy tufts and the tail was shaped like a paintbrush. As odd as this was, there was something about this wolf that seemed familiar.

Just as Simmons was able to regain some control of himself, the wolf threw its head up and a piercing howl nearly froze him in place. It was the most haunting sound he had ever heard. Simmons grabbed Grif's arm and flung downwards, causing the orb to fall out of his hand and the bright lights and images instantly vanished. Simmons threw Grif's blanket on it, leaving the mystical and trip-inducing orb out their sight.

Simmons ran up to Grif's face and shook him at the shoulders. "Grif! Are you okay?!" No response. He just sat there staring off into nothingness. "Snap out of it!"

A slap on the face was enough to shake him out of his shock and awe. He had a horrible headache and placed his hand on his forehead before realizing he was wearing a helmet. He then looked up to Simmons who was still holding him. "What. The. Fuck."

"Grif. Are you alright? Can you move?

"Ugh! Uhh…yeah. Just a really bad headache. What the hell was that?"

Simmons turned to the covered orb and back to Grif again. He knew that that thing was not of this world. Not of this universe would probably be more accurate considering that they were on another planet.

"Grif," he said. "We do not speak a word of this to anyone. Not to Sarge. Not to Donut. Not to the Blues. No one."

"Yeah, I think I'll agree with you on that."

"This is serious. We have no idea what that thing is capable of."

"We know that it makes us high and plays the Discovery Channel."

"Grif! We don't know what it's really capable of. For all we know, it could be a teleportation device that could whisk us to another world where gods and demons exist and we are forced on an adventure we're not prepared for. Where we would be stuck there while fighting evil and falling in love with beautiful beings of myth and will have to become sword-wielding warriors who fight for good or perish."

There was a long pause before Grif replied, "You got that from some anime didn't you?"

"…No."

"Uh huh. Sure…"

"Okay, fine! But it wasn't an anime; it was a fan fiction of an anime. Big difference!"

When Simmons let go of Grif, the orange-clad man was about to take his blanket when Simmons stopped him.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"I need to get my lucky blanket."

"Have you forgotten what just happened ten seconds ago? If you uncover that, it might do all that stuff I just said." Grif did not care about that. Being in a hallucination-induced coma would be better than doing stuff.

"And besides, why would you need a blanket when you're wearing full body armor with its own air conditioning?"

Grif stopped. He had a point there.

"Huh. I've never thought about that…"

"Of course you didn't. You never do!"

"Does it have a toilet, too?"

Simmons sighed and started to walk back to the base with Grif following. "Let's just get the fuck out of here. Remember: we do not breathe a word of this. This didn't happen."

Out on top of a cliff, Church ran up to his companion who was waiting for him. Tucker had been waiting up there for at least thirty minutes watching the Reds. When he finally reached him, Church gasped for air. He was not used to all this running. Whatever Tucker needs, it better be important.

"Hey, Tucker. What's going on?" He breathed heavily.

"You okay, Church?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I need to exercise a little more."

"You're a robot, dude. Why would you need exercise?"

"...good point. So what's going on, here?"

"We've got movement in the middle of the canyon. Looks like the Reds are out scouting or something."

Scouting? That was unusual. As far as Church knew, the Reds hardly did anything. All they ever did was stand around and talk. Any actual movement and activity was news for him.

"Two of them are standing at a small cave over there. They must've found something."

Tucker handed the sniper rifle to Church, who then looked through the scope. He saw two Reds, an orange one and a maroon one, just standing there with their backs turned like Tucker said. He scoffed.

"What could possibly be that interesting? There's nothing in this goddamn canyon!"

"Well they sure as hell ain't having a party."

How helpful, Tucker. Church thought about the Reds for a moment. He knew that whatever they were doing, it was not typical. Then again, nothing was typical for either team. Something strange and new was always happening. The rarity was when it involved greater scale that involves everyone and not just a few guys. Church sighed. He did not want to deal with the possibility of another series of unfortunate events that would throw him and everyone else across space and time like what happened just a few months ago.

"It's probably nothing. Look, they're going back to their base."

"How could I see that if I don't have the damn sniper rifle?"

"Oh come off it!" He lowered his rifle. "They're probably just dicking around like they always do. Come on, we're going back."

"You don't want to see what they were doing over there?"

"No. As I've said, they were probably just dicking around."

Over six hours had passed since the wolf began her travels across this strange new world. She had managed to navigate several miles of unknown forest and grasslands and had yet to encounter any hostile predators that may be present. There were several strange looking creatures and birds but none of them were as large as the wolf and posed little threat. She found it strange that in spite of the fact that this was an alien planet; life here had an uncanny resemblance to life back home.

As she traveled from the forest and towards a rather rocky area, she felt a slight cold breeze through her fur. She looked around with the hairs on her neck raised. There was something out here with her, but she could not make it out. It felt as if something was watching and it was somewhat familiar to her. The odd presence soon disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The wolf god considered the possibility that it could have been nothing, but how could she explain that she somehow knew it? Could it be that someone else might have survived? Could it have been Waka?

She tried not to think of it too much. This world was foreign and potentially dangerous to her and any distractions could prove to be detrimental or even fatal. The wolf continued on across the rocky and uneven landscape, closing in on the Ark crash site.

It was another hour before she decided to rest inside a cave that had been carved into the side of a canyon. The sun was high and bearing down on her and the rough terrain did not help. While she rested in the cool cavern, she pondered her situation. There were so many questions and virtually no answers. Where is this place? How did she get here? Is the world she left behind safe?

She thought about the humans that were aboard that other ship. They were clearly more advanced than any she had met before. Many of the words that they were saying implied that they were not from Nippon by a long shot. The strange markings on the ship alone were proof of that. She wondered about what the words said.

Her ears soon picked up a rustling noise from outside and she quickly stood up. A low growl escaped from deep within her chest, preparing herself for whatever danger may come her way. As the rustling and crunching of earth grew louder, the wolf spotted something in some bushes several meters from the grotto where she was waiting. She left the darkness of the cave and out into the open, ready to face whatever is there. What finally emerged from the foliage in full view was the strangest creature the goddess had seen yet.

It was a tall man in peculiar blue armor. The angular and somehow elegant metal suit covered the entire body, leaving no sign of skin. Even the face was completely covered by a helmet with a golden visor that gave off her reflection. In his hands was a long and boxy metal thing with a tube out of one end that she assumed was some sort of weapon. Could this be one of the humans who could travel the stars? Is this one of their soldiers?

Before she could probe into the man's mind, he spoke.

"Hello!" The wolf appeared somewhat puzzled. The man's voice was young and energetic, hardly what one would expect from what appeared to be a fearless armored warrior. "Uh, yeah I could use some help looking for something. Any suggestions would be appreciated."

What? This was most odd, indeed. Did all the humans of this world act so courteous and kind? She decided to respond. What is it that you are looking for, young one?

The man paused for a moment before he replied, "Yeah, I'm looking for a star that fell here last night. You must have seen it, right? It was really bright and loud."

Falling star? Surely he did not mean her? She was a sun god who fell from the heavens. Is it possible that he might know something? Strongly considering this possibility and the advantages it might bring, she took the risk and said to him, I am that fallen star.

There was another pause as the armored man processed what she had told him. "Really?! I didn't know stars were dogs." He gasped. "Maybe that's why they have a dog star! Oh! Church is going to be so happy that I've found you. Could you please come back to our base with me? We have plenty of cookies."

The wolf's jaw slackened. Who was this man and how does his way of thinking work? Much of what he had said to her made little sense. Still, the she-wolf knew that if there were any answers to this big mystery she found herself in, it would be with this strange man and his companions. She nodded once. I will go with you. Perhaps I could find what I am looking for.

The blue man nodded back. "I hope you are looking for cookies. We have plenty of those."

In her near infinite wisdom, the goddess had reached the conclusion that this man is probably the strangest human she had ever met in all her lives. It may be too early to tell for sure, but she could tell that there was something off about him. As she began to follow him out of the canyon, he said, "Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Michael J. Caboose. What is yours?"

She responded purely and simply, I am the sun goddess Okami Amaterasu, the origin of all that is good and the mother to you all.

"…that's a long and funny name. Can I just call you 'Ammy'?"

And that's the second chapter.

One thing to note is that some readers may find Lopez's Spanish to be bad, looking like something out of Google Translate. It is. Even in the show it was like that and I think it was meant to be. It was Sarge who built him after all.

I hope you have enjoyed this part, it has only just begun!