Ch 25

After beating Donut to a bloody pulp, the blues headed back to their base, where they were forced to follow Caboose's orders, or be killed. Meanwhile, Simmons was busy trying to install an internet line at their base.

"Even if you could, you'll only get a connection between the two bases." Six said.

And Six was right, as Simmons said he only had hard-lines at the two bases. And he also created basebook, a clear parody of facebook.

"I think Simmons has lost it." Six said.

Wash and Tucker headed to fix the radio, while Simmons stayed behind and worked on his basebook projects. At least it was something meaningful.

"So, Six? Anything I should know here about blue base?" Simmons asked.

"Tucker's a fucking prick, Caboose is an idiot, and is our leader, freckles is his killing machine on a leash, and me and Wash are the only sane people in the canyon, while we're slowly loosing our minds." Six deadpanned.

"Okay, then. That's nice to know. You already know about red team so no need to go into specifics." Simmons said.

A future cube landed in the room, catching both their attention. It then detonated, and a bunch of Griff's trash from his room was revealed.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Simmons shouted.

Simmons proceeded to rock back and forth in the corner of the room. Six leaped out of the window and headed to Wash and Tucker, where he saw them working on the radio.

"Is that fixed yet?" Six asked.

"Not yet." Wash asked.

"Well, a bunch shit from red base just flew over here and landed in Simmon's room. And he's catatonic from it all." Six said.

"Great." Wash muttered.

"What else is new?" Six asked.

Caboose and Freckles came to the scene, and said the same story. Wash headed into the ship, claiming he found something that would fix all their problems. That left Tucker and Six to clean up the mess.

"Ugh. Where the hell did this junk come from?" Tucker asked.

"Came from red base. They must have found some new grenade. That's what I saw seconds before it blew, and dumped out all of this." Six said.

"Caboose, I need some help down here!" Wash shouted.

"Shit." Six muttered. He dropped his rifle and grabbed a sniper rifle he found laying around in blue base.

"Can I use the sniper rifle?" Tucker asked.

"No." Six said.

The two headed outside, where they saw Wash and Freckles aiming their weapons at each other. Caboose stood next to Freckles and talked to Wash. Wash looked at everyone, then spoke.

"I'm sorry, Caboose. I'm sorry your best friend left you without saying goodby. Maybe he thought you would try to stop him or maybe it was just too hard for him to tell you, no matter the reason, he's gone. He left you. Both of you. I don't really do… emotional things. And I hoped you might be able to get over this by yourself, so I left you alone. And instead of coming to terms with what you lost, you replaced it with the first thing you found. But I should have been there for you, Caboose. Because… that's what friends are for." Wash said.

"Captain Caboose is not your friend." Freckles said. Wash pulled the bolt on his rifle and aimed it at freckles.

"And as your friend, I want to say that I'm sorry. I know it's not much, but I made you this." Wash said, stepping to the side and showing an old helmet.

Caboose was ecstatic about having his old helmet back.

"I know how much you like freckles, but you have to understand that he's very dangerous. He's not a puppy anymore." Wash said.

"Yeah. He blew up a car." Caboose said.

"We all saw that." Wash said.

Caboose walked in front of Freckles, and handed command of blue team back to Wash. Six sighed in relief and slung the rifle. At least they didn't have to live in fear of being killed by a giant robot.

"Nice one Wash. A few choice words, and you're back on top. Very sneaky." Tucker said.

"Nothing sneaky about it. I meant every word." Wash said.

Six noticed four blips on his radar and looked in the direction, only to see a hail of gunfire erupt from four soldiers walking towards them, rifles blazing.

"Get to cover!" Six shouted, as leaped off the balcony and hid behind a tree.

"Who the hell are these guys?" Tucker asked.

"I don't know. But we have to kill them, before they kill us." Six said. He leaned out of cover and shot one of the soldiers, killing him.

"Freckles, take them out!" Six ordered. The giant robot fired a barrage of missiles and cannon fire, turning the remaining three into piles of body parts.

"What the hell is going on over here?" Sarge asked, red team following him.

"Who were those guys?" Griff asked.

"Don't know. They showed up and started shooting at us." Six said.

Lopez spoke, only for Sarge to shoot him down.

"Lets get inside. We need to find cover in case there's more coming." Wash said.

"Guys, run!" a figure shouted, appearing in front of them. He held a hard light shield, which blocked a rifle shot.

"It's another run!" Simmons said, raising his rifle.

Another unknown shot hit the newcomer in the leg, causing him to collapse on his knees.

"What are you guys doing? I said run!" he said.

"Excellent work, soldiers. You killed my men. I guess that makes you the real deal." A deep and menacing voice said.

A tall armored figure decloaked. He was wearing a green and grey colored armor, with an EVA helmet that had an X on the visor. In his hands, was a sniper rifle.

"All of you, come with me." He said.

"No chance in hell are you taking us." Six said, aiming his rifle at the unknown enemy.

"If you don't come now, I'll take you later." The enemy said.

"Fuck off." The one with the bleeding leg said.

"You. Shut your mouth and be glad I missed your head. This is your last chance." The enemy soldier said.

"Freckles." Wash ordered.

The enemy soldier cloaked himself as Freckles fired.

"What just happened? Did you see that?" Griff asked.

"We all saw it. He cloaked and escaped." Six said.

"Uh, any of you guys know how to patch up a leg?" Their friend asked.

"I'm gonna get some orange juice." Doc said.

"Wait. That's a thing?" he asked.