So this chapter here is what I would like to call a special chapter. I might write some from time to time for this story and for my other one. These chapters don't have any relevance to the main plot and are mostly just for some humor but may contain some info regarding the lore.

I do not own Red vs. Blue, RWBY, nor Halo. They belong to Rooster Teeth and 343 Industries respectively.

Here we go

"Hmmm, hmm hmmm" Doc hummed a tune as he was relaxing on Red Base's bunks with some headphones on as his MP3 player played a song. He was done helping Donut reassemble Lopez after a failed attempt at a flag retrieval during their Capture the Flag simulations as Caboose shot an explosive round from the tank near the droid. As he was finished assisting, Donut allowed him to rest at their bunk.

A few moments later, Sarge barged into the dorm angrily stomping his way to his bed where he dropped his shotgun onto the floor and jumped onto the mattress, still fully decked in his armor.

"Hello Sarge" Doc greeted "you seem upset."

"Oh Doc, didn't see you there." Sarge replied "It's just that some no good idiot Grif somehow forgot to bring any spare ammunition when we infiltrated blue base and blamed Command on why they are running this army, or so he says." He grumbled. "What about you?"

"I'm just enjoying a break, listening to some good ol' blues." Doc answered back.

The answer only made Sarge more irritated than he totally was.

"So that's how you wanna play it huh?" Sare threateningly asked.

Doc was confused before replying "Um, I'm not playing anything." He regretted saying those words as Sarge marched up right in front of him.

"Getting smart now on me eh? If that's how you want it, then fine. Don't listen to a superior officer from now on since you happen to favor listening to only those dirty blues."

Doc was now getting nervous. Before he opened his mouth, he thought of his next words carefully. "They're not actually bad Sarge. It's a fine mix."

"A fine mix of individuals you say? So us reds are no longer good enough for you and that the blues are greater than us?"

Now Doc was seriously befuddled.

"W-what?"

"BLASPHEMY!"

At the kitchen, Simmons drank a bottle of water as he sat near the dining table while Grif grabbed another serving of MREs. Before Simmons could berate Grif for taking more than his agreed share of edibles, Grim spoke up first.

"Yo Simmons, I've got a question."

Simmons scratched his head before talking back to Grif. "This better be worth my time."

"Why are our armors called MJOLNIR?"

That stunned Simmons. For once, Grif had asked an actual question. He was pinching himself to test he was dreaming but was futile as he was wide awake. He also rubbed his ears to check if he did hear Grif correctly.

Grif continued "I don't know why they named it after some weird sounding word. Did a scientist wipe his ass on a keyboard when they were naming it?"

"They named it after the war hammer of Thorun, the Mistrali god of thunder. The reason, I don't know. I mean, I get why they named the Spartan Project after the fabled warriors of the Isle of Spartanos from Mistral, but I don't know why they named the suit after a god's hammer." Simmons finally answered.

Grif rubbed his chin in thought as he spoke "So they named it after some stuff from Mistral? Why though?"

"Well, you see, before the Great War, there was peace between us all. Mistral and Gulch were having a great business relation of trading some goods which brought the kingdom and are country into a closer and friendlier relation but ended when the war started. So, that's probably why they named it after Mistrali things." The smart member of Red team concluded.

Right before they were going to continue to talk, they heard Sarge yelling from their bunks.

"BLASPHEMY!"

The duo rushed to get there.

Doc was now cornered to a wall sweating with fear as Sarge cocked his shotgun. Right before the crazed sergeant could do any damage. Grif and Simmons opened the door.

"We heard yelling sir!" Simmons answered to his CO.

"Grif, Simmons, I want you two to put down this nasty blue sympathizer for me." Sarge barked.

"A what?" Simmons asked

"I was only listening to some good blues music. Why do this!?" Doc wailed.

"Quiet you." Sarge hissed.

Grif answered for Doc. "Apparently, he went batshit crazy when you uttered the word 'blue' idiot."

Simmons defended the scared medic "But sir, the blues have been a mainstream music for a long time."

"What did you say?"

"That's right, people from Gulch had already been making and listening to blues music for a while now Sarge. It's that amazing."

There was a momentary silence upon the room with rising tension that Doc, Simmons, and Grif noticed.

"I think you broke him" Grif muttered.

"So… since the beginning, the people of Gulch have dedicated to making music about those dirty blues and sang praises about them!?"

Simmons and Grif looked to each other before turning back to Sarge.

"This is a bigger problem than I thought." Sarge panicked "What about us hardworking reds? Do we not mean any significance to this country now?"

Simmons responded again "I think you missed the whole point Sarge."

"I ain't missing anything poindexter. You take that back!"

"That the blues are actually good?" Simmons asked.

"Yes!"

"But they're actually nice to listen to!" Simmons tried to explain.

"You no good traitors!" Sarge aimed his shotgun at the two.

"It's just a form of music doofus!" Grif yelled.

"Nonsense!"

*BLAM*

"Son of a bitch!" cursed Simmons and Grif at the same time.

"Don't confuse a genre of music with your mortal enemies" – Some smart guy.

END

A/N: Thorun and Spartanos are parodies of Thor and Sparta since Mistral has some Greek and other European influences.