Hello all~ Sorry for the few and far between updates. Been really busy with school, but I now finally have some free time now that we're off for Winter break. :D

From now on, the chapters are going to be pretty short since I'm now going by the episodes. Good thing is, the story is progressing and I'll probably be able to update more often. :3 Bad thing is, less for you to read when I do update. Of course, there will be a few added things from Eliza being in the whole mix, but these other chapters will go by the episodes almost religiously.

Without further ado, I give you the next chapter. :D

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Red vs Blue. It belongs to Rooster Teeth and I had no part in the making of the show. I only own this story.

Eliza rubbed her eyes with an exhausted sigh, a headache pounding in her head and never deciding to give her a break. Her helmet resting under her arm, she traveled to the kitchen, eyes still slightly blurred with sleep. "Morning." She comments to the three males of blue team as she entered, receiving different responses of different levels of emotional excitement ranging from ecstatic to dull. Tex was not long after her, entering after a few seconds of Eliza looking through supplies.

Eliza ran a hand through her hair, shifting through the supplies a few times when she spotted something that made her grin in happiness. There, somehow not broken apart at the bottom of the container, were a dozen eggs in a neat little package. Eliza immediately wrapped her hands around them, lifting them out of the box gently but she couldn't contain the excitement as she almost ripped them out of the box.

"Aha~" She says happily, popping open the little package container thing to make sure it was in fact twelve. She wouldn't be surprised if the others had used some of them. She was a bit confused to find that they were all there and intact.

The others turned to her, Tucker with a small smirk and eyebrow raised, Tex simply curious, Caboose with a happy little smile that made Eliza want to smile herself, and Church with a sleepy glare that practically asked her 'What the fucking hell is it?' To which she smiled sheepishly and gave a quick "Sorry sir." Before continuing on to explain what she found. "I found some eggs." She explains, having not had actual food in months.

The only thing her body had consumed was that stupid paste crap and she was more than sick of it."Why haven't you guys eaten them yet?" She questions curiously, glancing back at the container that it came from and realized that the entire box was full of unopened boxes and plastic wraps of things that you had to have a degree of basic cooking skills and experience to make.

"Since when did any of us know how to make that shit." Church grumbles quietly, turning his head away dismissively. Truthfully, he hadn't had real food in ages either. Eggs sounded more than amazing, but, on their team, no one knew how to cook them without burning them to ashes of what could have been. His stomach rumbled noisily, almost in unison with the other three that sat at the table. He groaned quietly, burying his face in his arms in an attempt to ignore the hunger and get some more sleep. He failed miserably.

Caboose blinked in confusion, tilting his head. Since when did they have actual food? "I did not know we had eggs or I would have tried to make food." He says happily, mainly trying to impress Eliza. In reality, he would have ended up burning the entire base down, which was saying something considering the entire place was made of metal.

He tapped his feet against the ground, watching Eliza smile back at him and it made his heart flutter a small bit and his face burn. Mission accomplished. His grin grew larger.

Tucker sent Eliza a lecherous grin, leaning his chin on his hand and gaining a large amount of pleasure at the thought of her cooking for him. "I'm not much of a cook. I have other specialties." He hums, eyes sweeping over Eliza's frame quickly and he didn't even try to hide it.

His dreads had yet to be pulled back into a ponytail as they usually were and hung loosely to the shoulder plates of his armor. Eliza gave him a small smile, shaking her head and giving him a look as if she knew his secret. His eyebrows shot up in confusion at that, head tilting. What was that look for?

Tex shrugged stiffly, not voicing her excuse. She wasn't going to admit she couldn't cook. Everyone seemed to think she could do everything and be bad ass at whatever it was. She wasn't going to give them reason to think otherwise. That was the last thing she wanted.

She stood to grab some coffee, pouring the black liquid into a mug similar to Church's and taking her seat not long after. Sipping her own nectar of the gods, she watched Eliza move around through suspicious eyes… What was "Command" thinking, sending all these different cadets to the squads?

"How did you guys even feed yourselves before you got drafted?" Eliza wonders softly, eyebrows knitting together as they furrowed. How have they not starved yet? Sure, she wasn't a gourmet chef or anything, but surely these people didn't just eat takeout all the time? She shifted through the crate once again after setting the eggs on the counter on the search for something to go with the eggs.

"Went into the army as soon as I was out of high school." Was Tucker's simple answer as he leaned back on two of the legs of his chair, feet resting on the table to try and keep himself from falling backwards and onto the ground.

"Takeout." Church grunted, lifting his head only to take a sip from his probably lukewarm coffee before it fell back to the table with a quiet "thunk." It sounded like it hurt, but it could've been the just the filter that the container added to the sound that made it that way. Ah well, however hard he hit his head, it sounded painful.

"Straight out of high school." Tex answered without missing a beat, Caboose nodding along with a sheepish grin as if he had been found out.

Eliza gave a quiet sigh, shaking her head at her teammates. It seemed if they were going to have any real food, she was going to have to invest in some more recipes. She stayed quiet for a few minutes, focusing on preparing the meal. The meaningless chatter between the others was comforting. Mostly led by Caboose and Tucker, the entire conversation not being quite passive aggressive insults by Caboose and Tucker brushing it off and calling the other a name. It was... Well, comforting. More normal than what it should be and Eliza highly appreciated the aura of the group.

Sure, she really didn't want to be here. She wanted to be off prepping bombs to be sent off, firing off her own explosives, and all sorts of heroic cliches, but this little bit of normalcy compared to the hectic life of a, with no better words to put it, space soldier was appreciated, to say the least. It actually reminded her of her home, back in her house with her parents and brother. She usually had to help her mother cook, which was where she learned what little she knew.

The eggs and bacon were soon done and she was quickly spreading it between them all. She herself didn't get much, not being too terribly hungry and simply wanted to go out and try and crack Sheila like she tried yesterday. They ate in a comfortable silence before people began to file out. Tex left first, spewing something out about how she was going on patrol. Tucker was second, having to feed that thing he called a son, and Church was last to leave, not even giving an excuse as to where he was going. Caboose stayed with Eliza, helping her clean the dishes.

Not wanting the man to break the dishes, she left him on drying duty. She would wash them and pass them to the other for him to dry. He did a really good job, only dropping maybe one or two dishes but they thankfully didn't break. "And, we are done." Eliza said happily and Caboose threw a fist up in a cheer, yelling "Yay" at the top of his lungs and Eliza laughed loudly at that, grinning at the childish adult. "Alright. Caboose, I'll see you later. I have things to do." She hums, giving a small wave over her shoulder as she left the room and barely remembering to grab her helmet.

"Bye Lizzy!" He yelled happily after her, waving with an exaggerated grin decorating his face. He felt his face grow heated and his heart flew, a giddy feeling resting in his gut.

Eliza once again received her notebook and pen before she made her way back to the tank. She paused before exiting the base, clasping the dark blue and green helmet to her head. She looked around for the tank, dodging any and all of her teammates for the time being. She slid her notebook and pen into a small pouch she kept just inside her chest plate. A loud crash echoed through the canyon, cracking against anything and everything and amplifying itself. Eliza jumped, wide eyes glaring around and she immediately pulled her assault rifle into her arms.

Time to check it out. She took off in a jog toward the noise, knowing this probably wasn't the best idea, but it was the first thing she thought she needed to do, so why not go with it? From what she had seen, the Red Team wasn't as big of an opponent as she originally thought they were.

Her feet carried her to the middle of the canyon. Like an angel from heaven, there sat a crashed Pelican. Her eyes shined, rushing over to it without a second thought. "Holy shit, its a pelican!" She shouts in excitement, immediately wanting to sift through the wires and the mechanics of it. She barely registered the reds or her CO as she moved passed them, examining it from any possible angle.

"Pelican? We've just been calling it a spaceship... Looks more like a velociraptor... Of the sky." A lazy sounding voice says in confusion, being completely ignored by the woman though not so much from his companion.

"Velociraptor? You obviously don't understand its genes, you dolt." Another more whiny voice speaks up, scolding the other male. This started an argument that Eliza was too distracted by the pelican to listen to. She should probably be thinking about what is inside the pelican, but she's more interested in what's in it. As in circuits and engines and storage spaces and directional systems and...

She had to hold back a squeal at that, her shoulders tense from the excitement. "What the fuck are you guys doing out here, breaking the canyon?" Church's voice echoes up to Eliza, breaking her concentration and obviously breaking the two arguing idiots out of their lovers' quarrel. She ran to him with the biggest grin on her face and it could only be described as the look of a kid in a candy store. He couldn't see the grin, but she had no doubt he would be creeped out if he could.

"A Pelican landed! Can we keep it?" Eliza asked happily, bouncing back and forth on her feet in an attempt to hold herself back. She just needed the 'go for it' and she'd have her tool box and be out here for hours sifting through mechanisms. She had to hold back the squeal of excitement that wanted to leave her lips at the thought.

"Pelican? Are you talking about the ship? Sure. Whatever... Kinda want it anyway." Church agrees, not loud enough for the Reds to hear, but loud enough for Eliza to.

"Fuhuck off Blues. A ship just crashed on one of our guys." Grif, Eliza remembers, says in complaint, turning to look at the two of the Blues. He obviously didn't want to deal with them, but Eliza wasn't going anywhere until she could take apart and put the Pelican back together again and no way in hell a pack of Reds were going to take that from her.

"What, this ship?" Church questions curiously, looking over at the large, hard to miss object on the ground not far from them. It was easily three to four times the size of Sheila.

"No, another ship. Then that ship left, and this ship crashed in the exact same spot." Simmons answered sarcastically, as if saying 'What do you think?' to the two of them. Eliza didn't really care, she just wanted to mess with a ship. She didn't care if it was another one or this one.

"Where'd it come from?" Church asked curiously, once again sounding like an idiot to Eliza and the two Reds. She tried to hold back a sarcastic remark, but Grif had it covered before she burst open.

"It's a spaceship, it came from space." The orange soldier answered, obviously trying to make the other feel like an idiot. Eliza silently wanted to laugh, but she honestly didn't feel like getting yelled at for laughing at a joke that came from the opposite team. That wasn't on her to do list. Not ever.

Church remained silent for a few seconds, just staring at the ship and beholding all of its magnificence. He was obviously thinking about something before he turned to the Reds once more. "Dibs." Was the single word he said and Eliza grinned bigger, knowing that dibs was something you couldn't overlook. It was kind of a universe-known thing. You can't not recognize a dibs. It was criminal to do so.

"What?" Simmons questioned curiously, tilting his head and looking at Grif for an explanation.

"He called dibs. Its Blue Team's ship now." Eliza explained, moving toward the ship without a second thought and beginning to search the outside of it as she had before. She wished she had her tools with her, but she had left them in her room. Her hands ran over the metal alloy that decorated it, yearning filling her. Her mind faintly registered that she should probably ask for permission, but she really, really didn't want to because she knew that 'Since she was still a cadet, it wasn't anywhere near safe' or whatever bull her superiors had said in the past.

"You can't do that." Simmons protests, wanting Eliza away from their ship. It was actually technically Blue Team's now. So, he had no room to protest.

"Dibs. I just called dibs. This is my ship now. Dibs. We can do whatever we want with it. Dibs." Church answers like a smartass, continuously calling dibs just to make sure. He had already said it enough, but he must be trying to get the point across.

"No it isn't jackass. We found it first." Simmons answers, finally catching on and you could hear the frown in his voice. Eliza frowned herself, looking over at them with a glare in her eyes. She just wanted to take apart a ship. Was that so much to ask? Did they really have to be difficult? Seriously?

"Yeah, but you didn't call dibs. I did. Dibs. See?" Church calls again and Eliza turns to the Reds, reloading her assault rifle in case she had to use it for certain... warlike... things. The two seemed to tense slightly at the sound, but they otherwise ignored her.

"You can't call dibs on a spaceship! That's ridiculous." Grif protests, not making sense of the situation apparently. Eliza took a few steps forward, frowning slightly as she took aim, a threatening air around her. She really just wanted to tinker with a Pelican. She has since she'd enlisted in the military and now that it was in her grasp, she damn well wasn't letting a couple of Reds get in the way. She may be thinking repetitively but she really wanted to mess with it.

"Yehehah, yes I can. Dibs- see? I just did it again. Now, get the fuck away from my ship, tomato can." Church insults the maroon soldier, earning a chuckle from Eliza. What? Tomato can is a funny insult. Not to mention it makes sense. The color of his armor looks like a bunch of crushed tomatoes.

"Don't call me tomato can." Simmons replies darkly, obviously glaring at Church even through his visor. He was obviously angry, but Eliza didn't give two shits about his feelings then nor would she probably ever. She was being entirely selfish at that moment in time, but she really, really didn't care.

"What are you going to do about it tomato can?" Eliza questions, emphasizing the insult and narrowing her eyes behind her visor. She sent her own dark glare toward the man, aiming her gun directly at him. She was still a little shaky from not being used to battle. Honestly she really didn't want to do anything war-ish for the next century, but no one was getting in between her and that pelican. "How's the foot, by the way?" She mentions not-so-innocently, trying to intimidate the man to the best of her abilities.

The maroon soldier tensed and looked over at her but faltered slightly. "Er..." He tried but failed, clearing his throat. "You're the one that shot me?" Simmons tried to sound accusing, but his voice broke and squeaked too much for anything to really be behind it.

"What was that?!" Grif questions his companion, a laugh not really hidden in his voice. He didn't hold back any chuckles that wanted to escape and let them flow freely.

"I'm not good at talking to girls, okay!" Simmons shrieks, obviously trying to be quiet about the revelation but his attempt at defending himself from his friend had only made his voice raise into not only a higher volume, but a higher pitch as well.

Grif shook his head, making a mental note to tease him about that later before turning back to the situation at hand. "Try and take it then." He challenges to Blues, obviously oblivious to the gun pointed at his head. If she wanted, though it was unlikely for such a feeling to overcome her, Eliza could easily gun down both of them.

"Um... Okay." Church says, turning slightly toward where Eliza just noticed their elusive tank was sitting. When had she appeared? Eliza had been looking for the metal AI for quite a while. "Sheila?" He questions, sure they would be able to get the pelican with no problems whatsoever.

Sheila rolled up a few feet, focusing her sights on Grif and Simmons without much ordering needing to be done. "You bet." She answers, having no qualms with doing this. She didn't really need to anyway. She was built for this after all. Silently, Eliza escaped away from the tank's sight as to not get caught in the crossfire.

"Fuck! You forgot about that too, didn't you?" Grif curses, questioning Simmons accusingly and a clear frown in his voice. They seemed to be rather forgetful of the entire situation on hand a lot of the time. Their petty arguments were hilarious. You know, when they weren't insulting in some way, shape, or form. Sometimes even then.

"Yeah, kinda." Simmons answers, reaching a hand up to rub the back of his neck as if he could actually feel it through the armor he had on. His hand soon returned to his gun, nervous light to his stance.

Sheila's cannon loomed down at them, obviously very threatening. Who wouldn't be frightened if a tank was glaring down at them? Especially if it was on the opposite team? "Now step away from the ship, tomato can." She commands, voice its default friendly tone.

"Ha, ha, tomato can." Grif snorts, finding the insult about as funny as Eliza did. Eliza moved once again to stand next to Church, worriedly watching the pelican like a mother bear over her cub.

"You too, lemon head." Sheila adds the insult, turning her cannon slightly so it was staring directly at Grif and not in between the two of them.

Grif's head shot to her, about to give her a piece of his mind. "Hey! I'm orange, not yellow!" He shouts defensively, angry that someone would think he was yellow. His armor was obviously orange. How could anyone, especially a high tech tank, get that one wrong? He forgot to account for the fact that Sheila didn't have eyes, but that didn't matter.

"Just try not to mess up the ship too badly. I mean, I can repair minimal damage, but not if its destroyed." Eliza speaks up to Sheila, who promptly ignores the warning, a strange sounding laugh sounding from her speakers from within her.

Eliza's eyebrows furrowed together, confused at the odd behavior... What was wrong with their tank? She shouldn't sound like that. And she definitely shouldn't be laughing, of all things... Eliza needed to check that out later.

And there you have it. :3 Short chapter. Thank you for reading, yada yada yada. (Spoiler Alert) Those of you that know of Tex being an AI, don't be alarmed at her saying she went into the military straight out of high school. Do you really think she would tell the truth to anyone?

Fun Fact: Though Eliza's main strengths remain in bombing, sniping, and machinery, she's pretty good at multitasking.