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It didn't take long for Church, Ruby, and Weiss to arrive at Blue base. As they did, Ruby and Weiss noticed a soldier outside wearing purple armor.
"Who's that?" Ruby asked.
"Is he a member of your team?" Weiss asked as well.
"No, he's..." Church paused, not sure how to finish the sentence. "Actually, I don't know why he's still even here."
Ruby and Weiss didn't say anything else as the three of them approached the base.
"Hey, Doc," Church addressed the purple-armored soldier. "I need to call Command. We got a situation."
Doc did not respond to what Church asked and for some reason was looking at the ground.
"Hey, Earth to Doc," Church called out again. This time, Doc looked up and faced Church. "Or, this place to Doc."
"Aren't you gonna say hello to our new friend?" Doc asked.
"What?" Church didn't know what Doc was talking about.
"Um, Church," Ruby said, getting his attention and pointing to the ground.
On the ground, Church, Ruby, and Weiss saw a small teal-colored alien.
"Honk?" the alien said.
"I don't... I-I can't, I don't," Church rambled, unable to process what he was looking at.
Weiss had an expression that was mix of incomprehension and disgust at what she was looking at.
Ruby on the other hand gave an appropriate (for her) response. "IT'S SOOO CUTE!" she squealed.
"Well, glad to someone here has the right reaction when looking at new life," Doc said. "By the way Church, who are these girls?"
Church shook out of his stupor. "I can't deal with this right now."
"Blarg," the alien said.
"Shut up, you're disgusting," Church said to the alien before turning back to Doc. "Doc, what's Vic's number?"
"Why do you need it?" Doc asked.
"Because I need tell them to send someone to help Ruby, Weiss, and their team," Church replied.
"Who?" Doc asked.
"Oh right," Church said. "Doc, Ruby and Weiss. Ruby and Weiss, Doc"
Ruby waved her hand at Doc while Weiss just gave a polite nod.
"Who are they? Doc asked again.
"They can explain everything to you while I call Vic," Church said. "Which I could do if you just tell me his goddamn number."
"Come on Church," Doc said. "Everybody knows Vic's number. Didn't he ever teach you the song?"
"Song?" Weiss said, confused.
"Oh right," Church recalled. "Vic's jingle."
With that, Doc began singing it. "If you want to talk, don't email. And don't you click click click click, just call me up at five five five, V-I-C-K."
"What a terrible song," Weiss said.
"That, I can agree with," Church said. "Also, you do know Vic's name doesn't even have a 'K'?"
"I'd like to think that it's in the message and not the lyrics," Doc said.
"Whatever," Church said as he began calling.
"Hey dude," Vic's voice said from the other end.
"Vic! It's-"
"This is Vic, at 555-V-I-C-K, doo doodleydoo. I'm not in the cassita right now, so leave your low-down at the ding-dong. Hasta."
Church groaned at hearing the machine. "Vic, this is Church. I need-"
"You have reached the voice mail system," The automated voice said.
Church growled even further. He turned to Ruby and Weiss. "This might take a while. You go wait inside while I make this call."
"What should we do while you make the call?" Ruby asked.
"I don't know," Church said. "Look for something around the base and see if it can help you get home."
"Look for what exactly?" Weiss asked. "I doubt that you have anything that can help open a door between dimensions."
"There's a ton of junk inside," Church said. "You could, I don't know, build a door between dimensions."
"I was joking about the door," Weiss said.
"Look, I don't know!" Church shouted. "Just go inside and look for something! Jesus Christ! This is why I don't like dealing with kids!" Church kept ranting to himself as he walked off.
"Hmph," Weiss said. "How rude."
"While Church is making his call, why don't I show you inside," Doc offered.
"That would be lovely," Weiss said, giving a forced smile and hoping that Doc would be less of a handful than the other soldiers.
She and Ruby followed Doc inside the base, though Ruby also brought the baby alien with them as she continued to squeal over its 'cuteness'.
"What the hell is that tapping noise?" Grif asked out loud.
The tapping that was coming from the ship was growing more frequent, and it was starting to grate on everyone's nerves.
"Hey, it's your ship, you tell us," Yang said, also becoming irritated with the noise.
"It's clearly obvious what this noise is," Sarge said. "Donut is still alive under the ship and is now trying to send us a message to get him out."
"But, Sir," Simmons said. "You just said that Donut died an untimely and inglorious death."
"That was before we found out that Donut was still alive!" Sarge yelled at Simmons. "It just goes to show the resilience of the Red army."
"All I'm hearing out of this 'message' is a bunch of stupid tapping noises that are starting to give a headache," Grif said.
"How idiotic can you be Private Grif!" Sarge shouted. "Donut is clearly sending us a message using Morris Code."
"Morris what?" Blake said.
"Sir, I think you mean Morse Code," Simmons corrected.
"Morse?" Sarge said. "I don't think so Simmons. That just sounds ridiculous."
"But it is called Morse Code," Simmons insisted.
Blake just rolled her eyes at the Sarge and Simmons' debate. "If your friend is still alive, shouldn't you try to get him out?"
"The lady is right!" Sarge declared. "Simmons, what are the possible methods to get Donut out?"
"Maybe if we can lift the ship off him somehow..." Simmons suggested.
"Great idea Simmons!" Sarge said. "I've heard that people can get unbelievable strength in stressful situations. Now, all we need to do is increase our adrenaline."
"Or we could use the jack from the jeep-"
"Or we build a machine that could turn the ship from metal into paper."
"There are shovels in the jeep too. We could dig-"
"Or we could build a disintegration ray! One blast will turn this ship to dust in a sec."
While Sarge and Simmons continued debating over their ideas, and Grif was clearly paying no attention to the conversation, Blake and Yang headed over to the ship, which continued making tapping noise.
"Seriously, this tapping makes me almost wish that this Donut guy making it would just die already," Yang commented.
Blake gave her partner a look of disapproval.
"Hey, I said almost," Yang said, raising her hands in defense.
"Shhh," Blake said. "I'm trying to listen."
"'Listen', it's not that hard," Yang said. "There's a tapping noise. End of story."
"No, that's not it," Blake said, focusing on the sound. "I don't think the noise is coming from under the ship, I think it's coming from inside it."
"How do you know that?" Yang asked.
Blake gave Yang a look as if it should be obvious, before she pointed at her bow.
"Oh right," Yang realized. "You have an a-cat-e sense of hearing."
"Please don't say that," Blake said. "Ever again."
"So you think someone's inside?" Yang said.
"Most likely," Blake answered.
Yang turned to where the Reds were still debating. "Hey!"
As usual, they were to busy 'discussing' to here her.
"Well, guess it's up to us," Yang said, shrugging.
"What?" Blake said, not understanding what her partner meant. That is, until she saw Yang walk behind the ship and faced the door. "What are you-"
Before Blake could finish her sentence, Yang jumped up in the air and grabbed the top of the door. With both her hands, she pulled the door down as hard as she could. The loud creaking sound of the forced opening was heard by the Reds and made them go to check what was going on.
"What in Sam Hill is going on!?" Sarge shouted.
Yang walked up to them, dusting off her hands. "I just fixed your ship problem. Your welcome."
Sarge just stared, unable to respond.
"Sir, I think someone's coming out," Simmons said.
They all turned to the opened ship and heard footsteps. They all headed to the door and saw someone step out.
"What the hell are you doing here!" Grif shouted.
When Church said that there was a ton of junk in the base, he wasn't kidding. Everywhere Ruby and Weiss walked, there were scattered scraps of machinery, broken boxes, as well as what appeared to be scattered food on the floor.
"This place is a dump," Ruby whispered to Weiss.
"That, we can agree on," Weiss said. She then turned to Doc. "Is this base always this unkept?"
"Oh, it's only like this because of the little fella over there," Doc said, referring to the little alien Ruby was carrying.
"That, I can believe," Weiss muttered.
"Now, don't listen to Weiss," Ruby said to the alien. "She just doesn't see how great you are yet."
Weiss simply rolled her eyes.
As they continued walking, Weiss decided to ask Doc about what was going on in this canyon and about the Reds and Blues.
As best as he could, Doc told them about how the Reds and Blues were assigned at Blood Gulch as one of many outposts that they were part of a continuous war between the Red and Blue armies.
Weiss also tried to explain how she and her team came from another dimension, though she didn't say anything further, not wanting to give any more information than needed.
"So," Ruby said, joining in the conversation. "Are you sure Church, Sarge, and the rest of their squads are supposed to be fighting each other? Because from the way they were talking, it didn't sound like they wanted to kill each other for real?"
"I know right," Doc said in agreement. "I mean, yeah when I first saw these guys, they were really doing there best to try and kill each other. But, after the things that went on here and the weird adventures these guys went through together, the need to kill each other just got less and less."
"That doesn't sound like very disciplined soldiers," Weiss noted. "But considering the way they act, it makes some sense."
"Don't get me wrong," Doc said. "They definitely still give each other a hard time. All I'm saying is, it's kinda funny how two groups of people who hate each other eventually become something you'd probably call friends. Or at least as close to friends as they can get."
Upon hearing this, Weiss looked at Ruby, remembering how the two of them went through a similar experience.
Ruby just gave Weiss a wide smile.
Weiss just rolled here eyes, but smiled briefly, feeling glad that things between them turned out well.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of loud moaning. The three of them stopped walking when they saw a blue-armored soldier lying on the ground.
"Caboose, so this is where you were," Doc said. "Still can't move, I see."
"Oh, hello Doc," Caboose greeted weakly, still not moving from the floor. "No, no I cannot."
"Well, while you're here, I'd like to introduce to you some new friends," Doc said.
"Hello!" Ruby said cheerfully.
"Oh my God!" Caboose said in surprise and excitement. "Doc, the floor can talk!"
"Huh?" Both Ruby and Weiss were confused by Caboose's reaction.
"Oh Caboose, you big idiot," Doc said as he shook his head.
"HELLO FLOOR!" Caboose shouted. "My name is Caboose! It is nice to finally talk with you!"
"No, my name is Ruby," Ruby tried to clarify.
"Oh. Oh, how silly of me," Caboose said. "Hello Ruby the floor."
Weiss facepalmed in frustration.
"Yeah, it takes a while to talk with Caboose," Doc said.
"He's a soldier right?" Weiss pointed out. "He sounds like a child."
"I think it's sweet," Ruby said. "People don't have to act their own age."
"Of course you'd say that," Weiss said. "You still act like a child most of the time."
"Thank you," Ruby said proudly.
Weiss just shook her head, though a smirk began forming as well.
"THERE IS NO ELEVEN YOU FUCKING WHORE!"
"That sounds like Church," Ruby said, recognizing the loud yell coming from outside.
"I'm guessing Church's call to Command isn't going well," Doc said.
"Ugh," Weiss said, feeling downcast at their lack of progress. "I just hope that Blake and Yang are having better luck than we are."
"Cheer up, Weiss!" Ruby said. "I'm sure they've found something helpful with the Reds. Like a device that can work with the Dust we have, or someone who understands this different universe stuff, or-"
"Grif's sister?" Simmons declared in surprise.
It was the same reaction of surprise everyone had as the yellow-armored soldier stepped out.
"I know right," Sister said excitedly.
"You know, I always knew there was an unlikely possibility of Grif having blood relatives," Sarge said. "But I always hoped that he was a horrible by-product of an experiment at a turd manufacturing plant."
"That's disgusting," Blake said.
"Yes, he is," Sarge said.
"Go home," Grif said, stepping forward to address his sister. "Now."
"What?" Sister said in confusion.
"You heard me, go home," Grif repeated. "Get in your ship, uncrash it, and leave."
"This just got awkward," Yang commented.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me," Sister argued.
"I'm serious," Grif continued. "I know I have a reputation as a do-nothing slacker to keep, but I will break your legs and throw you back in that ship if I have to."
"Oookay!" Yang said, not wanting the tension to rise even further. "Let's all calm down. So, Grif's sister, how are you?"
"Great I guess," Sister said cheerfully. "You know, considering that I got stuck inside a ship after it landed, started hearing weird sounds and bumps from outside, and the thought that I might starve to death crossed my mind a few times. So you know, great."
"Riiight," Yang said, a little disturbed by Sister's cheery tone after what she just said.
"Now hold on a sec," Sarge said. "How did you get in the Army?"
"What do you mean?" Sister said casually. "I just signed up."
"But," Sarge said confused. "But you got lady parts."
"Oh no," Yang said rolling her eyes. "Not this again."
"So what?" Sister said.
"So, last I checked, this wasn't the cooking and sewing Army."
"Duh," Sister said, not getting what Sarge said. "I joined the real army."
"You'll need to excuse Sarge," Simmons said. "He comes from the old school way of things."
"Thanks, also, no one says 'old school' anymore," Sister said.
"But, why did you join army?" Blake asked. "Becoming a soldier is not exactly a career anyone would want to choose."
"Actually, I joined because of my brother," Sister explained.
"Me?" Grif said, confused.
"I mean, you always looked after me ever since Mom ran away to join the circus," Sister said.
"Wait, what?" Yang said, a smile creeping on her face.
"Did you say your Mom was in the circus?" Simmons voice was full of amusement. "You have just made my insults forty-five percent more efficient with that one sentence."
"What did your mom do?" Yang asked, curious.
"Well, you know how circuses have a bearded lady, and a fat lady? Well, my Mom plays both, 'cause she's like, super-talented."
Upon hearing that, Yang burst into full blown laughter. Blake elbowed Yang to compose herself, but she was also trying to stifle a laugh.
"Can I record everything you say?" Simmons asked. "This is gold."
"Sure," Sister agreed. "Anyway, Grif always looked after me, but when he left, I didn't want to be alone."
"That's...actually kind of sweet," Blake admitted.
"Wait a minute," Yang said. "Let me get this straight. You didn't want to be alone, so you signed up and joined a war."
"Pretty much," Sister cheerfully replied.
"She's a Grif alright," Sarge said.
"Wait a minute!" Grif suddenly shouted. "You were the one tapping!"
"Uh yeah," Sister said. "Took you long enough by the way."
"Wait, Grif's right," Blake said, realizing what Grif meant. "If his sister was the one making that tapping noise, then-"
"What happened to Donut?"
Note: This chapter title is in Morse Code, and it means S.O.S.