HaloRed Vs. Blue: The Great Flood War

Chapter 1: F.N.G.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Halo, Red Vs Blue or Any of their Respective Characters

A/N: Hello to all of the readers! It is me, WebofSpideyguy7245698! And... I just realized how bad that sounded... Anyway, it is me, back with the sequel to HaloRed Vs. Blue: Landing in the Gulch! Yes, before you start throwing questions, this is a sequel... So, if you haven't read the first story, I highly suggest that you leave and go read that story first. But anyway, this is the sequel! In this story, I will be adding all kinds of characters that weren't in the first story! So, I hope you enjoy this one, as much as you did the first one. That is, if any of those of who read the first story are here, reading this right now. I hope all of you enjoy it! One thing you'll notice, is that in this story, I will be using first person narration, opposed to in the first story, whereas I used third person. I just can't do third person for this one. One last thing, is that I know I said in the last story that the sequel wouldn't be up so soon, but I just had to get it out today. So, to kick this thing off, we'll begin with something that I hope is familiar. So, I hope all of you enjoy it!

To: The Captain of The Red and Blue Soldiers of Project Freelancer, Master Chief Petty Officer John-117

Dear Master Chief,

You already know me. My name is Admiral Terrence Hood. The UNSC have noticed your battle with the Flood and have decided to put Project Freelancer back into commission. With the recent and unfortunate passing of your former mentor, Master Chief Petty Officer Mendez, it will be up to you to train the Simulation Troopers, along with new recruits over the course of time. Your first recruit will arrive in five months. You have all of that time to set up a base and anything else you will need to train these troops. The UNSC will be shipping you supplies such as ammunition, food and recreational clothing for all of your troops there. Among those, you will have weekly supply drops to fortify the base with training equipment. I recommend firing ranges and an obstacle course to start off.

I look forward to a long and mutually beneficial relationship for the both of us.

Yours Truly,

Admiral Terrence Hood

Grif

Cliffs at Red Base

I looked through the Sniper Rifle scope at the Master Chief and Carolina, standing on the roof of Blue Base, on the other side of the canyon. As our luck would have it, Simmons and I were on guard duty for the day. As if anything interesting happened in this godforsaken hellhole. Beside me, Simmons cleared his throat. "What are they doing now?" he asked. God damn it. I turned to look at him, as I lowered the Rifle. "I said, 'What are they doing now?'." Simmons replied. Holy fuck! "God damn it! I'm sick of answering that question! I answered that question five minutes ago! They're just standing there talking! That's all the Blues ever do is stand around and talk. They did it yesterday, they even did it at the beginning of the week! I mean, we even stand around and talk! So, what do you think they'll be doing tomorrow?" I asked. Simmons didn't speak for a few seconds, he just stood there, looking at me. "What are they talking about?" he asked. "You know what? I fucking hate you." I said. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I hate you too, buddy." Simmons replied in a calm tone. I turned away from Simmons and looked back through the scope. I saw the Master Chief running our way. "Oh shit. We are about to get company." I said, before I looked back at Simmons.

John-117

Cliffs at Red Base

Five Minutes Later...

I finally reached the slopes of the cliffs and began to walk up to where Simmons and Grif were standing. "Hey guys." I said, out of breath. "What are you up to?" Grif cleared his throat. "Just keeping watch, Sir!" he said, as he saluted me. "Kiss-ass." I barely heard Simmons mutter. "How have you been? Since, you know-" What? Since Cortana left? Well... As Simmons spoke, I interrupted him. "Let's not talk about that." I said. "Ok. Whatever you say, Chief." Simmons said. Chief? Since I have just learned about Project Resurgence, being called Chief just doesn't sound right... "You can call me John if you want. You know, since my whole military career has been a lie." I said. "Alright, Ch- I mean, John." Grif said. "Hey, ladies get down here!" Sarge called. "Lopez and I built a new vehicle out of old Tank and Warthog parts we had laying around!" They all exchanged looks, before heading down the hill that led up to the cliff. Lopez spoke, still speaking perfect English. "Old man, you mean I built a new vehicle." Lopez said. As he and Sarge began to argue, Simmons spoke. "Coming Sarge!" he called. "It's a helicopter, it's awesome!" Donut said. "Hey, Chief! Grab a Mongoose!" Doc said, as he got onto a Ghost. "Let's all race around the Canyon!" We should all loosen up in our own ways. Carolina's voice echoed in my head. Well, I'm not even out of my twenties yet. I should make this new life count! "Ok, I'll be right down!" I said, as I followed Simmons and Grif down the hill. "I get to name this one!" Grif said. "Why?" Simmons asked. "Because you named the ATV that Sarge built two or three years ago!" Grif said. "Oh, yeah. Good times. Or not." Simmons said. Just then, of all the shenanigans I had seen these two pull, I thought of the perfect word. "Hey guys? Just one thing." I said. "What?" they both said. "Shotgun!" I exclaimed. "Fuck!" Simmons and Grif said.

John-117

Five Months Later...

"Okay, good news first, Captain." Washington said to me. "The galaxy is in great shape. We've got civil war on Sanghelios, Sangheili rebels banding together and attempting to overthrow their leader, 'Thel Vadam, the Arbiter." I watched the holo-screen on the wall of Blue Base, courtesy of the UNSC, as pictures of Sanghelios appeared, along with pictures of groups of Sangheili rebels. Next, a recording of a Halo ring began to play. "In other news, the UNSC have discovered Beta Halo. UNSC scientists went to analyze the Installation along with a squad of marines. Contact was lost forty-eight hours ago." Washington said, while sporting a grim look on his face. I stretched back in my chair. "Just another day at the office. What's the bad news, Wash?" I asked. Washington cleared his throat. "We have a new guy joining us today. Fresh out of selection. His callsign is 'Hermes'." he said.

Washington

Three Hours Later...

I stood in the armory and waited for the recruit to walk in. The door to the armory opened and our new recruit walked in, wearing gold armor, with teal trim. He also wore an E.V.A. helmet. "Good to see you, mate." I said, as I approached him. "Why don't we get started? Go get a Battle Rifle from the armory." The recruit known only as "Hermes" walked over to the armory, similar to the one that Donut and multiple others ran on Chorus. Lopez ran this armory, seeing as the Captain trusted Lopez the most with all of the firearms. Lopez handed him a Battle Rifle. "Good. Now you know the drill, go to firing range one and fire at the targets." I said, as I walked up to the observation box. Hermes walked over to firing range one and loaded his Rifle. "Okay, I'm going to the make the targets pop up one at a time. And I want you to shoot them as fast as you can." I said. Hermes only nodded and said nothing. "Okay, starting in three seconds." I said. I waited three seconds and then pressed the button, starting the sequence.

The first and only target type popped up, a cardboard cut out of Grif. Hermes shot the target, before it was all the way up. Impressive. This should give Carolina a run for her money. The targets kept popping up, and I watched Hermes shot them all just as fast, if not faster. After he had shot all of the targets, his final time was about 13.5 seconds. And there were twenty targets in total. "Damn good job!" I exclaimed, praising Hermes. Hermes turned around to look at me, as he reloaded his Rifle. I pointed to the door. "The Captain wants to see you run the course." I said. Hermes nodded and placed the Rifle on his back, as he walked out of the armory.

John-117

Blood Gulch Outpost Obstacle Course

Ten Minutes Later...

I stood at the obstacle course, waiting with Tex and Sarge for the new recruit. After about a few minutes, Sarge spoke. "It's the F.N.G. Captain." he said. I looked up, to see a Spartan wearing gold armor, with teal trim walking up to us. Upon reaching us, he saluted me. I returned the salute, as I looked the recruit up and down. "Go easy on him, Chief. It's his first day." Tex said. His first day? Well, we'll see how he handles the course. I finally spoke. "Right." I said, as I looked at Tex. I looked back at the recruit. "What the hell kind of a name is 'Hermes'?" I asked. "How'd a muppet like yourself get past selection?" The recruit said nothing. "Right. Hermes, to qualify for the squad, you have to run the obstacle course in less than a minute. Carolina holds the current squadron record at 20.5 seconds." I said. Hermes nodded. "I'll be up in the observation tower with Tex and Sarge." I said, as I headed to the tower. "You have a minute to get ready before I tell you to begin." I signaled for Tex and Sarge to follow me. I got to my spot in the observation and readed the intercom system. "Get the camera systems running Tex." I said. "Yes Captain!" she said.

"Sarge, ready the target system!" I called out my order. "You got it, Captain!" he said. I turned on the intercom system and cleared my throat. "Hermes, approach the starting line, but do not begin. I repeat, do not begin!" I said. I watched from my post, as Hermes approached the start. "Hermes, pick up that SMG on the crate and four flashbangs!" I said. Hermes picked up the SMG, switching it for his Battle Rifle and loaded the SMG. Next, he picked up the four flashbangs and clipped them to his belt. "Okay, start the course on your go. Timer starts as soon as the first target pops." I said. Flashbangs. I hated them. You might be wondering why. Well, it was all because of a Caboose-related incident when we first got them.

John-117

Blood Gulch

Five Months Earlier...

"Alright everyone, calm down!" I said, as the Reds and Blues stopped chattering around me. "We got our first ammunition shipment from the UNSC today, including Fragmentation Grenades." Tucker walked up to the Fragmentation crate. "Alright, let's see what we got." he said. He opened the crate. "Oh, nice. There are Flashbangs in here too!" he said, as he looked at everyone else. "Yes, I know. That's why I asked you to keep Caboose occupied. Now-" I began to speak, but I stopped when it hit me. Wait, Tucker is here... "Tucker! Where is Caboose?! I asked you to keep him busy!" I exclaimed. "Oh chill out Chief, I asked Doc to look after him." Tucker said. "Hmm. A stupid Blue soldier and a Medic who can't do anything right. Two peas in a pod." I said. "Anyway, I'm going to go through all of the stuff we got, so-" That's when all hell broke loose. "Sup, dogs?" I heard Doc ask. I turned around to see Doc and Caboose walking through the group up to me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I exclaimed. "Where do we think we're going?" I asked, as I looked at Doc. "Caboose said he wanted to come say hi, so I thought, 'why not?'." Doc said.

"No, no, no." I said. "I didn't want Caboose to show up here, I can't trust him with grenades! Especially after that stunt on the High Charity!" Somehow, I failed to notice Caboose slip past me. "Oh, it's alright Mister Chief! I won't be any trouble!" Caboose said. I turned around to look at Caboose, who had gotten into the grenade box. "No, Caboose!" I exclaimed. Caboose stepped back from the box. "Ta-da!" he exclaimed, as he held up four Flashbangs, which he had somehow attached themselves to one another. "How the hell did he do that?" Grif asked. I turned around to face him. "I don't know, Grif." I said. "Hey, Chief?" Tucker asked. "What?" I asked. That's when I heard the sound of a pin being pulled. "Uh-oh." Sarge said. "Every man for himself! R-" Tucker began to yell, but then the flashbangs went off. Bang! I should never have trusted you, Tucker...

John-117

Blood Gulch Outpost Obstacle Course

Five Months Later...

One last ding was heard, as Hermes crossed the finish line. Damn. I thought, as I looked at the leaderboard. Carolina had just gone from first place, to second place. "Hmm." I said. "It appears we have a new squadron record." I looked at the leaderboard again. "Hermes has beaten Carolina's time, with the new best time being 13.7 seconds." I said, as I looked back at Tex and Sarge. I walked back to the microphone. "Hermes, congratulations. You are on the squad. I recommend that you go to the firing range or go around and talk to your new squad mates. You are dismissed!" I said. Hermes saluted me from the course, reloaded his SMG and placed it back on the crate.

Simmons

Cliffs at Red Base

"What the hell is going on over there?" Grif asked me. I lowered the Sniper Rifle in my hands and turned to face Grif. "Well, it appears the Fucking New Guy has beat Carolina's time on the course." I said. "Ouch." Grif said. "Carolina isn't going to like that." I shrugged. "Who knows. She might be impressed." I said, as I continued to scan the canyon for anything worth looking at. "Fuck it!" I said, as I placed the Sniper on my back. I started to walk down the slope of the cliff. "Hey, where are you going?" Grif asked. "I'm going to the firing range to shoot some targets." I said, as I continued walking. "Oh. Okay!" Grif said. "I'll see you later then!" I nodded. "Sure." I said, as I continued walking.

Tucker

Blue Base

"So, how do you think the F.N.G. will do in combat?" Carolina asked me. I shrugged. "I don't know. It's not like this canyon is full enough. And I frankly don't care how he does." I said. "Why do you think it's a he?" Carolina asked. I shrugged again. "You are the only woman here at the moment." I said. "I just don't see us getting a female soldier anytime soon." Carolina sighed. "Tucker-" she said, before stopping herself. I turned to look at Carolina. "What?" I asked. "It's just that, you aren't the same Tucker you were a few months ago." she said. I rolled my eyes. "Carolina, we've been over this. I've matured. I'm a soldier, not a fucking pervert." I said. "I never called you a pervert." Carolina said. "Well, if I had a dime for every time you have called me a pervert, I might just have a dollar." I said. "You have too called me a pervert." Carolina said nothing. "I want the old Tucker back." she finally said. "You acting like, well, acting like the Master Chief, it's just not normal."

"Really?" I asked. "Is this normal?" I grabbed my shirt and lifted it up, showing off my scarred abdomen, from when I was fragged a few months ago. "Or how about this?" I asked, as I removed the glove on my right hand, showing Carolina that my hand was mostly made up of scar tissue. Carolina shrugged. "Most women find scars as being attractive. I think the scars on your stomach are-" Carolina was speaking, but I interrupted. "Don't say it." I said. "- kinda sexy." I looked at her, with a look of hate on my face. "They are not sexy!" I exclaimed. "They are a disgrace! They are reminders of how close I came to death!" Carolina put her hand on my shoulder. "Tucker, calm down. I'm not trying to make you mad." she said. Eventually, the look of hate faded and I nodded. "I'm sorry, Carolina." I said. I backed up and went to sit on the giant keyboard that controlled the holoscreen, the monitors and other stuff in Blue Base. We shared a few laughs and then, we noticed something. There was a humming sound and I got up from my spot and backed up to look at the console. Carolina and I both looked at it, but saw nothing wrong with it. That's when an AI appeared from one of the chip drives on the console.

"Church!" I exclaimed, along with Carolina saying, "Epsilon!" The AI said nothing for a few seconds. "Remember, memory is the key. So don't forget about me." Church said. "Church, what do you mean?" I asked. "Remember, memory is the key. So don't forget about me." Church said, again. Carolina and I looked at eachother. "Remember, memory is the key. So don't forget about me." Church said, repeating himself. "It sounds like a recording." Carolina said. I thought for a moment. "Yeah, it does. But if this is a recording, than where is Church?" I asked. "I don't know where Epsilon is Tucker." Carolina said. "Look, I'll go get the Chief and tell him that we think we found Church." I nodded. "Good idea. It'll seem more convincing if you go." I said. "Thanks." Carolina said, as she ran out of the base. "I'll be back soon, Tucker!" Tucker turned back to face Church, if it wasn't a recording that is. Is this really Church? Or is this Church's way of saying good-bye?

A/N: So, what do you think of this first chapter? I hope you enjoyed it, as I enjoy writing it. Do you like how the sequel looks just with this first chapter? What do you think of their new recruit? What do you think of the switch from third person to first person, was it done well? What do you think Church is up to with what Carolina and Tucker found in Blue Base? Do you like the way Master Chief is shaping Blood Gulch? Well, those are all of the questions I have. So, please favorite and follow this story if you enjoyed the first story. And a review wouldn't hurt either! So, with that being said, I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of the new HaloRVB mash-up story. So, have a good day and bye!