Hey guys! This is TyForestGames and welcome to my new RvB story: Shipwrecked. Since Season 11 didn't have a name, I figured I'd give it one. But yep, this covers the events of Season 11, so let's get right in!

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Prologue: Crashed

In a spaceship out in, well, space, two soldiers were waiting patiently for the next ship to arrive. These two are Ian and Anthony. They've been through a lot together, what with surviving an oil rig explosion, a skyscraper collapse, being shot in the stomach, and their boss being killed and forced to run away due to a former Freelancer.

But the two have reformed. They joined the UNSC as new recruits. They had a boring job, refueling passing spaceships, but it was better than being shot at. But today, the ship that was supposed to be arriving was running late.

"Hey Ian?" Anthony finally said, "Weren't we supposed to do something around 4?"

"Well, yeah," Ian said, "Didn't you hear about those guys?"

"What guys?" Anthony asked.

"I don't know, those sim trooper guys."

"Okay..."

"They were like these criminals that helped track down that evil dude with the secret organization!"

"Okay..."

"And they fought these robots and evil AI's and bounty hunters and that one guy who was like, 'Raaaaah!!' and they threw him off a cliff and one of them died a bunch and another guy that was bad, then good and-Oh!- there were these ghosts, but after that they were pardoned and stuff."

"Just get to the point!" Anthony yelled.

"Soooooo, they were going to be transported back home."

The two were silent for a second before Anthony spoke again.

"Ian?"

"Anthony?"

"I love you."

"Umm, okay... What?"

"We've been through a lot together."

"Yeah...?"

"But if you don't tell me what this has to do with us, I AM GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"

"Okay! Okay! Look, they were going to be transported back home on this huge ship and it was supposed to stop for refueling today."

"...Oh. Well then, where are they?"

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Deep in a distant jungle, a trail of smoke billowed up over the trees, out from the small box canyon far from any civilization. The smoke came from the wreckage of a transporter ship, lying broken and scattered across the canyon. Around its hulk, two teams of Spartan-II super-soldiers, each colored in various shades of red and blue respectively, stood and assessed the damage.

"Not my fault," one Spartan in blue armor murmured.

"Absolutely, your fault," his teal teammate retorted.

Then one Spartan in scuffed red armor chuckled to himself, "Well, looks like we're gonna be here a while, better build some bases. Grif, Simmons, let's get to work!"

"Yes, Sir!" a maroon Spartan replied loyally.

"Oh, work? I hate work," his orange teammate groaned, "Work is the worst."

As the Reds set off to build a base, another Spartan, wearing cobalt blue-and-yellow armor, just sighed and slapped his hand over his visor. "I think I am going to regret this."

The last Spartan, wearing green armor with blue highlights, looked around and said, "Hey, where's Carolina?"

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Off trying to stop illegal trading. No big deal. And that's the prologue. I'm not gonna lie, 11 is not my favorite season. So, don't expect anything big. Till next time guys!