Why hello there again Red vs Blue Fandom! Been a while from me, huh? Remember me from the stories Noble Revival and Scarred for Life?

Big Z: Stop it Jen, and move on

Right...well me and Big Z1776 are doing another collab for RvB, this time...well...

Big Z: We won't explain it, just read on and read the summary, okay?

Chapter One

-Zach-

Okay, this is weird, was the first thought that came into my head once I put the supposed fake MJOLNIR helmet colored red on and was astounded to see something that I hadn't been seeing before I had put it on. Instead of a small Austin hotel room I'd booked for RTX I'd ended up seeing what appeared to be a granite cliff, covered in vines and dust.

But I was also seeing something really odd, it was a Heads Up Display, or HUD shining in the middle and in the corners of my vision. It was so cool, it looked like something out of Halo or something. The area was well shaded it seemed as the spot I was in was the middle of a box canyon, a small box canyon. There was a massive stone arch overhead, with trees reaching high towards it, giving a beautiful amount of shade to the extremely hot little canyon. There were rocks of all shapes and sizes in the…water? And it turned out I was standing in the middle of a creek with ice cold water separating two large metallic buildings colored…red and blue!

"Oh my God, I'm in Battle Creek!" I whispered to myself, "Oh shit! I'm in Battle Creek!"

I ducked down instinctively, my well trained Red vs. Blue fan mind churning out the information on who lived in this little battleground, the Flag Zealots! If I were caught here, I'd be dead, or would I? The suit of armor that I was clothed in was fake when I put it on, just fiberglass and a tight black under armor shirt and similar black tight pants that I wore when I went skiing. But if I wound up here after putting on my helmet then had my outfit changed and turned itself into the real deal? I looked down and saw the fiberglass shine was gone, instead replaced by a hard red metallic shine of brand new coat of paint on a hard shelled chest piece. I looked at the rest of myself and saw my legs and my arms were also armored in the real freaking thing. At first I thought I was seeing things, but when I tentatively tapped the plates I saw that my armor was hard as the metal it was supposed to be, and was without a doubt real.

But was I in a Red vs. Blue universe? Or was I in a Halo universe? But one sound changed that to Red vs. Blue, with a voice I was all too familiar with.

"Hello? Can anyone read me? Do I read you? Hello, somebody, anybody, nobody, okay."

"Sarge?" I whispered to myself, peaking over behind where I was standing and saw the figures of two people in the same armor I was in, one Red and one Blue, "Oh my God…"

-Jenn-

I have to say one single thing….just one, nothing big or anything, just a small thing bugging me ever since I got my pretty and shiny new MJOLNIR helmet, which now sits in my hands, the visor reflecting my rather goofy looking grin.

Thank you RTX!

I know that I wasn't the only one who got one of these puppies, but mine is Blue! BLUE! Blue team is a life I live forever. Going against what Sarge said: 'Go Blue or drown yourself in a Red's blood pile'. I don't know why that popped into my head, it just did. I blame my rather odd fascination with horror.

"Okay….okay, try it on! Try it on!"

As I gripped the sides, holding it over my head, I shivered. This was going to do it. Finally, I could actually complete my armor I so desperately craved to finish. As it slipped onto my head, I swore I thought I heard it hiss, like the oxygen line connected. This…wasn't real armor, right? It was fiberglass, all shiny and reflective that could attract online natives. As I stared through the visor for one moment, one heartbeat, it transformed by vision, a HUD somehow popping up. I blinked at the appearing symbols, mini map, and lock ons popping up, suddenly really confuzzled. Then the message of 'Connection complete' popped up.

That's not possible, but so isn't suddenly going from 0 to like 60 in a blink of an eye, sailing in the air with your damn HUD setting off alarms with annoying volume straight into your cranium. Screw you magical appearing HUD, screw you.

I should be panicking since I'm flying at a rather high speed toward the ground which did not look friendly since it seemed to be covered in rocks and very shallow water. Ground that looked familiar, like I was jumping off the cliff in Battle Creek and looking down at it, playing on Multiplayer….

What in exploding Freelancers was I doing in a Halo map?!

"Fuck meee" I let out, suddenly-more finally actually-flailing like I was a bird with wings that were tied together. As I sailed and sailed for what seemed like an eternity, I finally opened my eyes-when did I close them?-and noticed a Red coming rather fast at me, or was I coming fast at him? All I know is that when he shouted at me, I knew the voice, and almost screamed bloody murder at him. I should have, and I'm pretty sure I did.

"What in Sam Hell?!" Sarge. I was flying at 60 miles an hour at Sarge, who looked like he was going to flail at me too. I tried, rather unsuccessfully I might add, to brace myself for the obvious impact, but all I seemed to be able to control was my legs, and they seemed to curl up under my butt. So now I was flying at 60 miles an hour with my knees out first at the one person in Red in Red vs Blue I did not want to hit, because he owned a shotgun. He also seemed to fail to raise it, which I found rather odd. He raised his shotgun at challenges, and I thought flying people would be one.

The last thing that seemed to be on my mind before I hit him, sending us flying down the small creek, was that I was wearing fiberglass armor. That would probably not protect me from this hit.

-Zach-

As I was watching the Red and Blue yapping at one another I heard something else, someone screaming. I at first thought it was one of the Zealots which were here somewhere. But then I realized the noise was from above Sarge, and from a girl.

"Fuck meee!" came the frightened yell as I looked up and saw a blue figure falling right at Sarge. But Sarge had no clue as to what was about to strike him.

And strike him she did, with a massive crash a pillar of water shot up and Sarge seemed to collapse and the girl practically bounced up of the Red leader and fell back into the water. Each of them seemed dazed and confused as Sarge grasped around for his shotgun and the girl writhed in pain, grasping her abdomen. Caboose stared straight ahead for about two seconds before he jumped in surprise and looked back down to see the two of them.

"Hello other Blue person," Caboose said looking at the girl as I watched.

But before she got up to her feet, Sarge got to his feet and wobbled around. He would be sure to kill that Blue, and seeing as I was wearing Red and didn't exactly belong there, and I was guessing she didn't belong there, I ran towards Sarge as he looked around, holding his Shotgun backwards, still reeling from being landed on.

"Wait!" I yelled, but before I could say anything I had a Shotgun pointed right at me.

"Hold it right there!"

"Wait I'm…I'm Red, I'm a Red!" I babbled remembering I had on a suit of armor identical to Sarge's.

It seemed that I was roughly the same size as Sarge, but he was definitely stockier than I was. But I was at least a good two or three inches taller than him. Caboose seemed to be my height, but seemed bigger in every other respect.

"What's yer name and rank?" Sarge growled.

"Uh…Private Zach Scott," I stammered.

"Alright Private, why shouldn't I shoot this here Blue?" Sarge growled.

"Because you haven't shot me," Caboose said, "We're working together to find O'Malley, and they came to help."

"Yeah, we were sent by Command," I lied, trying to keep this Blue armored girl alive.

"What about Command?"

-Jenn-

I have to give it to this…..Zach Scotty guy for standing up to the man with a powerful gun but making up the lie about Command was just a bit too ballsy. I probably shouldn't be thinking about him anyway seeing that everything was going off in my HUD. Warning lights, updates on the armor, everything. Even the Friend or Foe tags were up, and the suit did NOT like the Reds, though it liked Caboose. Maybe the helmet really was a Blue Team one.

Finally the warning lights went off and I could move. Things did hurt; my entire abdomen, my face, my chest a bit. I slowly sat up, looking at the small little group now staring at me. Sarge, Caboose, and Scotty here. I think I'll just call him Scotty, it sounds cool.

"W-what about Command….again?" I asked, sitting up enough to finally take hold of the helmet and trying to take it off. It didn't budge, and all I could do was sit here, in this little river underneath me, trying to pull my helmet off like the idiot I was. Sure, I could live with wet pants…

Wait a moment, I didn't feel wet. I just felt heavy. Like the armor was real, or something. Yeah, okay don't freak out the armor is real now. It's real because I should have died with that fall. Nothing's broken, so to speak.

"We were sent by Command to help them, remember?" Scotty….okay, back to Zach because I'm going Star Trek now. Zach said through grinding teeth. He was a Red, but he was saving my ass right now. He tried to pull my helmet off again, finally clipping something behind my neck and pop it came off. My blonde hair, now shorter, came down over my face and shoulders.

"Air! Air okay…..right we came from Command to help you!" I chuckled back at him, placing the helmet in my lap. The world seemed different now without the HUD up all in my face. Oh please god, tell me he's lying out his ass to help me! I don't want to hold a façade of being from Command! Being just a random blue or Freelance could work but please not a Command person.

I shivered in my armor. The water must be leaking somewhere into my suit. Don't know why but I kept my helmet off. Nobody really moved or spoke, though Caboose hummed something, looking down into the small creek.

"Private Jenn Athens, just in case you're wondering…." I mumbled. My grip on my helmet tightened. Please believe me…

-Zach-

Okay, she believed me. Hopefully I can figure out a time to get the two of us alone and figure out what the fuck we were doing in Battle Creek with Sarge and Caboose. But for now, we had to act like a Red and Blue, here to help out Sarge and Caboose. Hopefully she knew as much about the Blood Gulch Chronicles as I did so that we could stay a step ahead and stay alive. But another thing we would need to do was not fuck up the timeline of Red vs Blue so that our advantage of knowing what would happen beforehand would not be lost. I had no training, I'm guessing she didn't either, so knowledge and our armor were the only things we could count on.

But when I saw that she was a girl, and a gorgeous girl at that, I hesitated a little bit, remembering how Blue Team always seemed to get the girls on their team. She had blonde hair, cut around her neck line. Her eyes were blue, go figure, blue armor and all. She slowly began getting to her feet, but had to sit down clutching at her gut.

"Yeah hey Blue, I guess your Command dropped you off or you fell, figures."

"Hehe, just like a Blue, can't even figure out how to drop off their soldiers properly. Or train them to take a fall properly. Whatcha say yer name was again Zach..."

"Oh..." I said, remembering that I had to keep up the mascaraed, "Private First Class Zach Scott."

"And you...uh...you're a..."

"A girl? What is it with men and not realizing girls can be soldiers?" she said out loud.

"Well...there really aren't that many girls in Red Army, Blue Army has a better outreach program to women or something. So we don't see many girls and it's sort of take it for granted," I said.

"Yeah I noticed, with Tex and..."

"So...Sarge...um orders?" I said, realizing what Jenn was about to do.

"Hey! Thanks for interrupting!" Jenn snapped, holding her hands on her hips, greatly offended.

"Can it you dirty she-Blue!" Sarge snapped, "He's right, we have a job to do. Me and Caboose will go this way, you two go the other way."

"Got it," Jenn hissed, walking off with her helmet under her arm, "Come on, Red."

She cast a look at me, that said she was very pissed off. But I guess I had that coming.

"Great, been here for five minutes and pissed off the first girl I meet!" I growled under my breath, "Fucking awesome."

As I went to follow Jenn towards the Red Base I turned around and saw Caboose and Sarge moving off but then I felt someone grab my arm and yank me forward. It was Jenn, she tugged me out of sight of Sarge and Caboose and then pinned me against a wall. She had turned from pissed off to slightly panicking in moments and looked back around the building to see if the coast was clear. However, before I could say a word she had started talking.

"Who are you really? You're obviously not a Red! I know what this place is and what is supposed to happen, and there was nothing in it about Sarge and Caboose meeting another Red besides the Zealots who are about to wake up!"

"Whoa whoa whoa! Calm down...Jenn right?" I said taking her hands off my chest and standing up, "Listen I know what this place is too, I have no idea how we got here, or even how we could get back. My name, my real name is Zach Scott. I didn't want to make up a name."

"You're from the..."

"The real world? Yeah I am, I'm from Dallas Texas. You?"

"Purcellville Virginia, the damn craphole. I guess we're both in the same boat."

"What do we do now that we're here?" I asked, "I mean this is..."

But I stopped, allowing myself to strain to hear the strange noise of a trumpet being blasted across the canyon. It was familiar, and as it grew louder I began to pick out what it was. It was a Reveille, the very song that wakes up the Flag Zealots so they could fight to the death again and then repeat the process later. But Jenn heard it as well, and a great big grin flashed on her face and she instantly went towards the open part of the canyon. The Zealots had awoken, their cheers and the stamps of their feet running full tilt into their bunkers was loud and clear.

"I know what I'm gonna do buddy!" she said, running around the corner as I heard the whoops and cheers of the Zealots inside the Red Base.

-Jenn-

I almost totally forgot that the Zealots were basically a retardation of Halo Matchmaking! I could shoot at soldiers and kill them again and again and again! Yes! Screw Zach, the Reds, and the plotline! I was going to fight!

"Jenn, wait!"

"Screw you dirty Red! I'm going to fight, and there's nothing you can do!" I screamed back. Okay, I knew he wasn't a REAL Red, but might as well call him one. Didn't want to shout out his name everywhere. Now I had to hide before they came out, or I could hop over into Blue base! I wanted to touch the glorious flag that we had to protect. Before I could make it anywhere close however, well I found a pistol at least that's something, the Zealots surged out, guns and rockets flying which way and that way. I ducked behind a few rocks and found myself face to face with a Red.

"Get out of my face newb!" Oh god, the whiny voice! We both tried to raise our weapons, but before I could even think of firing, I wacked his annoying little head and got him off him. Only then did I raise my little pistol and shoot him in the head, hearing the satisfying 'hurk-blaah' of his death.

"You just got fucking pwned!" Before anyone else could catch me, I booked my ass out of there, running straight into Zach a few feet away from my first body count.

"Dammit, move it!"

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Not at all! I'm playing a game of Capture the Flag, now buzz off Redturd" I shoved him off me, trying to get another kill before the game ended. He grabbed my ankle before I could get far and forced me back down to the ground. He kicked out of the grip and scrambled to get away as assault rifle fire bounced off around the ground near us.

"You're going to get us killed! HEY DICK, GET BACK HERE!" I was off again, Zach screaming at me fading in the background of gunfire. I had to duck down as a rocket screamed up near my face, feeling the heat of it as it zoomed past me. That was close, how did I miss that?! Must be rustier then I thought. I spotted the twerp though who shot it, holding his Rocket Launcher in the air and looking rather pissed.

"Dammit I fucking missed!" came the distressed cry of the rocket wielder. "Hey is that a girl?"

"Damn!" I raised my pistol, shooting at him several times but missing by a mile. He ducked down by another rock and waited. I grabbed for an abandoned assault rifle right as another Blue did, and I ended up in a fight for it.

"Give it to me!" the blue yelled at me, yanking one end hard. I yanked back quickly, starting a tug-o-war.

"I grabbed it first!" I yelled back. I yanked as hard as I could muster as well, but found it in my possession as the Blue backed off and mumbled something about a girl on his team. Huh, I guess these guys never have had a girl on a game before. Poor neglected bastards.

"Thank you!" I yelled at his direction and shot at the rocket guy as he aimed for my team mate, hitting him somehow enough to bring his shields down. I still was a crappy shot. He cursed loud and aimed his other rocket tube at me. I couldn't move though this time as he fired and it came at me. Why I couldn't move, well I just couldn't react; rockets scare me just a bit. As a warning on my HUD screamed about the heat and the proximity of the rocket, I was slammed out of the way of the big explosive shot and on to my back. The wind was knocked out of me. I closed my eyes for a second, and as the air finally came back to me I opened my eyes, and instantly blushed from ear to ear.

"Get off m- oh dear lord, please get off me…." It was Zach again, saving me from doom via Zealot. I should be thankful right now but where he was laying did not give me the opportunity to thank him. "P-please get off me…"

Why does this always happen when men push people out of the way of things? Why do they land on top of you like this? Zach looked up and finally realized where he now was.

"Oh shit…."

"Oh shit's right, now can you kindly get off me?" I asked meekly, my voice smaller. I didn't like this; please get off me before you can see my helmet turn red from blushing!

-Zach-

Oh man, I hoped those visors would hide the crimson blushing across my face. But she had basically tried to commit suicide! What else was I supposed to do? Let her get turned into a cloud of Blue mist? Fuck no! She had however earned a little of that embarrassment from kicking away from me when I tried to keep her from interfering in the Zealot fight. There were rockets, bullets, plasma, needlers, and grenades flying everywhere, it was a miracle the two of us were even still whole!

"Uh...sorry," I mumbled rolling off of her as a pair of Blue Zealots rounded a corner with weapons raised.

"Charge! Whoa..."

The two of them tripped over me, falling all around, their rifles flying free and sending us from awkward, to absolute unquestionable danger. In that moment, I remembered a few little tricks I'd learned in fighting hand to hand from wrestling with my family members, a few tips from a buddy of mine from college who was in the Marines(The real Marines) and from Bourne movies. The Zealots were a bit surprised that they'd tipped on the two of us, so I had a bit of a head start to fight them off as they realized that I was a Red and she was a Blue and I was on top of her.

"Hey! She's on our team! Get him!" the Zealot on the right screamed from his sitting position from the ground.

"What? When'd we get a girl?" the other one said.

"Oh what the Hell," I grumbled tackling the Zealot that was on the ground nearest to being on his feet.

With a desperate jump I tackled him, trying to keep him on the ground. I didn't exactly hit him head on, more like a blunt force that pushed him back. But I did lead with my shoulder, as football player would, and the sudden shock of the blow did the job of whiplashing the Zealot back into the dirt. I rolled off of him, and saw that the other one had grabbed for a pistol laying in the dirt. He had just managed to get his hand around it when I saw Jenn launch herself at him in an effort to keep him from stopping. But as I watched her grapple with the single Zealot on the ground, grabbing for the pistol, the Zealot i'd attacked launched himself at me. He drove his shoulder into my gut as I got to my knees and drove me back into a rock. He wasn't very big, thankfully, but he was stronger than I was hoping he would be. I brought me knee up and into his gut and shoved him back far enough to get my bearings and assume some manner of fighting position, but the Zealot instantly charged at me again leading with a fist that would have hit my face had I not tried, rather badly, to block it. The fist was basically diverted as I brought a single gauntlet up that brushed it to the side and launched the Zealot into me and since I was a bit bigger than him, I got the advantage of a second strike right into his face. Hoping it wouldn't hurt I sent a solid right hook into his face and that spun him around. Knowing that this guy would not stop until I killed him I charged forward, ducking down and grabbing onto one of his legs and lifted him up onto one leg. I had him off balance so I drove forward and down. His squeal of pain was quite loud as we landed in the creek, much farther down than I expected.

"Oh I saw that dude, that was awesome!" a Red Zealot said poking his head from above a rock on the opposite bank. But was just as quickly hit by a sniper round, "Herk-blah!"

His pistol tumbled down the rock face and within reach and I made a grab for it. But it was too far to reach without letting go of the Blue I had pinned. I was afraid if I tried snapping his neck, which is easier than it should be I might add, I would kill the poor guy for real. But I decided just to shoot him. So with a final shove I dove for the pistol and grabbed it and fired the round at him from point blank, sending him falling over to the left of me. The sounds of battle died down, except for the sounds of struggle coming from the right as I saw Jenn trying to strangle the Zealot from on his back with one hand still grasped on the pistol, firing it off into the air and another around his neck while her legs were wrapped around his midsection.

"A little help here!" was all she could say as the Zealot stumbled around.

"Hang on!" was the only thing I said as I checked to see if I still had bullets and charged forward.

Just like before I bull rushed the guy and threw all the force I had into the tackle I could. I slammed my head and shoulders into the Zealot and heard the strangely familiar pop of armor on armor. The blow sent him tumbling down, and sent Jenn off to the side, and so I pointed the pistol at the Zealot and fired. And with three shots, mostly poorly aimed I took him down with a satisfying "herk-blah" thrown in.

"Thanks," Jenn managed to say as she got up, grabbing the pistol she had been trying to keep from being turned on me.

"No problem."

But up on the ledge where I knew that Sarge and Caboose had gone I heard the classic line, "I have no earthly idea what it is I just saw, where this place is, or where in the Hell O'Malley is!"

"Sergeant, I think I am going to like her."

"I have a feeling that I won't like him. Why in the Sam Hill did you save a Blue?!"

"It's difficult to explain," I said, looking at Jenn, a smile on my lips.

"I'd say."

I don't know why but this has gotten me excited.

Big Z: Agreed.

It's really his thing, well I co-write...I just post the story, okay? We basically just shoved out muses into the RvB universe...

Big Z: Yep...

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