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Today is the day they finally get shipped off. Church didn't know whether to be excited for this or worried that his companions might be the ones to screw this up. Either way, his mood was in a grey area. 'Don't get your hopes too high. Who knows what those idiots will be planning once we go. And don't be such a brooding prick, we're finally going to see what the rest of the world is outside from our isolated country.' he mused to himself.

"Oh my gosh" he was cut off from his stupor looking to see the source of the voice was. "I am so excited! We're finally going on vacation!" Caboose strolled inside blue base wearing a floral shirt with blue swimming trunks on, some scuba flippers, some swimming goggles and a snorkel on his face, and a duck floatie around his waist. 'Yep, this whole mission is going to be a bust. Why can't command transfer me to a proper team?' Church thought longingly. Suffice to say, blue team wasn't all that bad and joining another team won't be so bad either. The thing is, Church wasn't the most sociable and outgoing person. Heck, one of the only reasons he continued to stay with the blues was that he already knew Tucker and Caboose long enough to at least call those idiots his friends. Joining a more professional one would only lead him to interact with new teammates, getting to know one another and probably make things awkward, the works and all that... 'Ugh, I guess staying on blue team probably was the best solution right now.' Church thought to himself

"Oh yeah baby. Remnant, spread your entrance wide cuz your doctor of love is cruising through, bow chicka bow wow!" Tucker exclaimed as he combed through his dreadlocks, making sure no hair was out of place. Blue team's womanizing aficionado was wearing an aqua flannel shirt with some ripped jeans and a pair of Jordan 1's to go along. His duffel bag was on the side of his bed filled with loads of his, stuff... Either way, Church did not give any importance to it as he was also busy packing his own things. A suitcase and backpack filled with his personal items, with the Mjolnir vambrace securely hidden in his tactical suitcase in order to not lose it. His new sniper rifle was leaning on the wall next to his bunk with the new dust magazines on top of his sheets along with the pistol. Church was wearing a cobalt hoodie with a white Affliction t-shirt underneath it. He also has some black cargo pants and a pair of casual Timberland boots to complete his look.

When Tucker was finished combing his hair, he hummed a tune and went to the desk to fetch the keys to their vehicle he plans to bring along with. Church stopped him before he picked them up.

"What's wrong dude?" he asked the grumpy leader.

"We're not taking the tank with us Tucker." Church replied as he was finishing loading up his thing and went on to sit in his bed checking his weapons.

"Why not dude? Think of all the potential chicks we may hook up with. I know it's not a sports car, but the ladies dig tanks too. Tell me, when have you ever seen a guy pick up a girl with a tank? Zero. Welp, that's why I'm planning on bringing it because we might be the very first ones to do so."

Church gave an exasperated sigh. "Aren't you listening to yourself right now? It's a tank for God's sake. A fucking military vehicle! People will flee once they see us rolling in it into the city. Seriously dude, think of the mission. We don't want to draw any attention to ourselves when we used an armored killing machine, which the people of Remnant probably hadn't know about, all for the sake of hooking up with the hoes. This has got to be one of the most batshit insane plans you have thought of for us."

"I mean, come on" Tucker bemoaned "since when have you been serious when command gives us a mission to do. Besides, I don't want to go walking around, it's tiring."

"You have legs you moron."

"Can't we just rent a car once we arrive?" he pleaded.

"Ugghh, fine." Church relented, not wanting to continue this conversation any further. He turned to see Caboose having a difficult time fitting his belongings into his backpack. He got up, already finished with reloading his guns, and walked over to help Caboose.

"Oh, hey Church" Caboose greeted his 'best friend' once he saw him walk his way towards him. "You excited for this? There's so much to do. We could go exploring, go buy some snacks, oh, and I have Freckles at the ready!"

Caboose pointed his new assault rifle at Church but only confetti came out when he shot it. An A.I was actually implanted on Caboose's gun to prevent him from causing any more team kills. The A.I was named Freckles, as Caboose named it, and was programmed to be the gun's aimbot feature and will be the one to fire upon the hostiles.

"Good to know buddy." Church said as he sat down helping Caboose with packing. He also eyed Caboose's choice of wear. "Caboose, please change your clothes. We aren't gonna go swimming."

"Okay!" the dumb blue beamed as he rushed to his closet to get a new change of outfit. He came back a few minutes later wearing a plain blue t-shirt with some blue jeans and running sneakers to complete his apparel. Not flashy, but it's simple and it works, which relates greatly to Caboose. Church shrugged as he continued to pack his teammate's stuff. It wasn't that much different compared to his and Tucker's but it did contain his some of his favorite possessions. A teddy bear, some comics, a few toys and ketchup. Wait, what? Ketchup? Church saw that Caboose packed not only one, but three bottles of ketchup.

'I wonder what he plans to do with these?' Church thought to himself.

"Grif! How many times do I have to tell you that when you pack your clothes, you have to fold them first!" Simmons irately yelled at Red team's lazy member who was taking a drag out of his cigarette not paying any attention whatsoever to his nerdy partner while just stuffing up his things messily into his bag.

"Yeah, I don't give a shit about that." he blew some smoke off before continuing "I pack the way that I want too. So, if you want to go around bitching then you do that to Donut. I'm sure he would love some help in folding up some of his designer outfits and thongs."

Simmons shuddered.

"That's what I thought. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to order a bucket load of KFC meals one last time before we blow this popsicle stand. Who knows what food the other kingdoms have in store. Yuck. I'm going to enjoy a last minute Gulchian meal before we go eating other worldly foods they have to offer."

"Don't you mean a last-minute buffet."

"The point still stands that I'm gonna go do it."

"Don't be so dramatic Grif, I'm sure they have food similar to ours."

"But it ain't Gulchian."

"Whatever" Simmons sighed as he continued neatly packing and arranging his items into his bags. While he did not show it, Simmons was excited for the mission. Oh boy, would he get to see the sights the kingdoms of Remnant have to offer. He would take notes and pictures. Get to know more about the place. It makes him exhilarated. It was like a scientific field trip. But sadly, for this fieldtrip, you take away the professors and classmates and replace them with the rest of Red team. Simmons sighed forlornly. This mission won't be the way he wanted it to be. Not with Sarge taking the reins and getting them to do ridiculous quests. Well, it looks like it was time to be the groups 'Straight man' again.

On the other side of Red base, Sarge was packing an absurdly amount on shotgun shells and bringing a spare shotgun just in case.

"Son esos realmente necesarios?(Are those really necessary?) Lopez asked Sarge on the things he decided to bring.

Sarge looked up to see the robot hauling a briefcase with his items in it. "Why of course it is Lopez!"

"Entendiste en serio lo que acabo de decir?(Did yous eriosly understand what I said just now?"

"I agree Lopez. There always goes the old saying that you can't have too many shotgun shells in your life. Well screw the old folks. I'll have them know that anything that ever revolves around the topic of shotguns has no effects on me and that I do what I want with my precious weapon."

"No importa (Never mind)"

"Dodododo, hmmm hmm" Donut hummed a small tune as he filled up his suitcase full of clothes and male beauty products like shampoos, conditioners, soap and more.

"Delightful, I can't wait to see all the exotics from the kingdoms. It will be perfect for my journal and documentation of red team's family bonding experience. Ooh, I just can't help but gush for the climax of this activity."

Lopez looked up to the roof and muttered "Dios me salve.(God save me)".

"Well guys, this is it. I'm gonna miss just standing and talking here in this canyon. Now we're part of something big. You guys ready? You didn't leave anything behind? Especially the armor?"

"Yep."

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Good." Church said as he took a glance at Blue base's room. All of them did. They are going to miss the place where they spent a year for their military service and will be staying away for who knows how long during the duration of the mission.

"I'm gonna miss this room." Caboose muttered.

"Don't worry buddy, we all do. Right Church?" Tucker asked him.

Church nodded and went outside followed by his two teammates. There was a pelican ready at the middle of blood gulch where it will take both teams to their destination. On their way, they met up with Doc who also dragged along his luggage. He was more formally dressed with a purple dress shirt and tie, with black business pants and shoes. Doc also had a large duffel bag where he was forced to bring a rocket launcher as Church ordered him too.

"You guys ready to go?" Doc asked them. The blues nodded at his question.

Doc followed them towards the pelican while saying "I wonder what is waiting for us beyond our walls."

END.

Hey guys, apologies again for the chapter's short length. I fell ill yesterday and I still currently am. See you all next time.

maus69420 signing out. Adios!

Edited 10/15/'23