This'll be a very long prologue... Hey guys! This is TyForestGames and I'm back to write Red vs Blue! It's been a while, with me writing my Power Rangers fanfic, but this will be my main focus after that's done. I'll just make this prologue and be right back to Orange Ranger. And with that, let's get right to it!

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Prologue: Relocated

It has been a few weeks since the Reds, Caboose and Rhode relocated to Outpost 17 Valhalla. For whatever reason, Caboose kept the Epsilon unit and started "experimenting" with it. He wouldn't tell Rhode what he was doing either.

And then today, he flat out kicked Rhode out of the base. Not wanting to be a subject to Caboose's anger, Rhode obliged and walked towards the Red Base. Hopefully when Caboose was done, he'd let him back in.

When he got there he heard Sarge yelling and soon saw him and Simmons looking up. When Rhode looked up, he saw Grif at the very top of the Base.

"Whaddaya see?" Sarge yelled.

"What?" Grif yelled back.

"What do you see?"

"What do I see?" Grif cried, "I see everything, because I'm at the top of the freaking world!!"

"Can you see the port where the bolt comes out?"

Grif looked round and spotted a nearby opening cluttered with metallic debris, "Yeah, it's right here, but I think it's blocked!"

"What?"

"It's blocked!"

"What's blocking it?"

Grif carefully stepped closer to have a look, "It looks like a bunch of pieces of a ship."

Sarge grimaced, "That's disgusting. Who would climb all that way up there just to do that?"

"I said shipuh!"

"Oh right."

"What kind of ship is it?" Simmons called.

"How the crap should I know?" Grif replied, "It's in a million pieces. What difference does it make?"

"Sorry! I'm just naturally curious."

Grif made to lift his helmet up, "I'm gonna spit on you, Simmons!"

Sarge turned to his favorite soldier, "What do you think, Simmons?"

"Mm, it's really hard to say without seeing it," Simmons replied, "But I guess he could try to clear the blockage. I'm a little concerned though. If he clears it and that bolt goes off, it could kill him."

"So you're gonna tell him to do it then," Rhode said, walking up.

"Rhode?" Simmons said, jumping a bit, "What're you doing here?"

"Caboose kicked me out," Rhode answered, "And don't try asking me what he's doing, 'cause I don't know."

"You got kicked out by Caboose?" Sarge asked.

"Yeah, I don't want him to get angry. You of all people should know why, Sarge."

"Touché."

"So what're you guys trying to do?"

"Trying to get communications back online," Simmons answered, "Grif is on top of the situation right now."

"Literally," Sarge added.

At that moment, on the spire, Grif heard a loud cawing overhead. "I said shoo, you stupid freaking bird!"

After he'd shot the bird that kept pestering him, Grif went closer to the blocked port and examined the ship pieces.

"Hey, Grif! We're gonna need you to clear that blockage!" Sarge called up from the ground.

"How?" Grif shouted back, "These pieces are huge! How am I supposed to lift them?"

"Well, they say people in emotional situations can sometimes get superhuman strength."

"Yeah?" Grif retorted, "Well, what about people in situations where they really don't give a crap? What kind of powers do they get?"

"Extreme laziness," Rhode yelled back with a smirk.

"Oh, shut up Rhode!"

"If you can't lift it, just try clearing it with a grenade," Simmons suggested.

Grif glanced nervously at the wreckage. "Um, is that safe?"

"None of this is safe," Simmons yelled, "You're gonna start analyzing now?"

"Here, Grif, take one o' mine." Sarge flung a grenade up towards Grif but it came up short and landed next to a crate before exploding and knocking it into the water.

"Sarge, you pulled the pin out!" Simmons yelled.

"Of course I did," Sarge replied, "Who throws a grenade with the pin still in? Hey Grif, catch this one."

He tossed another grenade up. This one came closer, but Grif just backed away, "No! I'm not catching those."

"Dang it," Sarge scowled, "I can't reach."

This time, the grenade bounced off the side of the base and landed next to Simmons.

"Ack!" he yelped, jumping aside moments before it went off, "Cut it out!"

"Yeah," Grif agreed, "Let me get back to work up here."

With that, he edged closer to the blockage, thus avoiding the rocket that Sarge had fired at him, "Did ya catch that one?"

"Okay, here we go..." Grif took a grenade off his belt, pulled out the pin and then dropped it into the debris.

"Oh crap!" he suddenly realized, "Uh, where do I go when the grenade ex-"

KABOOOOOMMMMMM! The explosion blasted the debris into little pieces, but it also sent Grif flying high into the air.

Simmons and Rhode had to duck to avoid the pieces falling down but then Grif's screaming made Simmons look up, "Oh no, he's falling!"

"I see that!" Sarge replied.

"Should we try to catch him?"

"Catch him? Heck no. He'll crush us."

"He is quite big," Rhode agreed.

"What do we do?"

"I got a good idea," Sarge suggested, "Let's act like we're gonna catch him, then we don't. It's a win-win."

Simmons watched Grif plummet towards the ground then turned to them, "You two used to jump out of ships. Give him some advice!"

"You kidding?" Rhode smirked, "I wanna see how durable Sister's brother is."

"Oh right," Sarge then called out, "Grif, you should never join that unit! The pay is terrible and the officer is totally disorganized!"

"Advice on how to land!" Simmons yelled.

"Oh right," Sarge muttered, "Grif, what you wanna do is-"

But as he was talking, Grif hit the ground behind them with a sickening bone-crunching SMACK!!!

"Try to tuck and roll at the last second," Sarge shouted, "That will transfer your momentum to inertia and invert your ker-splat probability."

"Owwww..." Grif then groaned.

Simmons looked round and spotted his teammate, "Hey Sarge, I think he's down already."

"Oh right," Sarge chuckled as he looked too, "Simmons, you are observant!"

"Wow," Rhode said, "He's still alive. He is Sister's brother."

"What does that mean?" Simmons asked.

"I'll tell you later."

Sarge watched the tip of the spire until a blue bolt of energy shot out into the sky.

As it did, he could hear the sound of machines powering up inside, "Hot ham and cheese, the power's back on!"

Simmons meanwhile examined his unconscious teammate, "Um, I think Grif is broken, Sir."

"Sad," Sarge muttered, "I always thought I would be the cause of Grif's death. Ah well, forget it."

"Yeah, forget it," Simmons agreed, getting to his feet.

"Let's call Lopez and tell him we've got power," Sarge said, slipping his helmet on, "Robots love that stuff."

"And oil," Rhode added.

Sarge switched on the long-distance radio and tuned it to the Blood Gulch Red Base frequency, "Come in, Lopez. Señor Lopez, come in. This is Sergeant-"

"Hola," Lopez's voice called out, "Esta es Barranco de la Sangre. Discurso de Lopez." (Hello? This is Blood Gulch Canyon, Lopez speaking.)

"Lopez, it's Sarge. Que paso, what ya doin'?"

No reply came.

"Lopez?"

"Uh, Me disculpo, no puedo utilizar el teléfono," Lopez said shiftily, "Deja por favor un mensaje..." (Uhhh, sorry I couldn't come to the phone. Please leave a message...)

"Lopez, you old kidder," Sarge chuckled, "Cut it out."

"...le llamaré des tras" (...And I will call you back as soon as I am able.)

"Seriously... Program, disable lying mode; voice verification Bravo niner."

"Commando acceptado," Lopez replied then he sighed, "¿Qué usted tiene?" (COMMAND ACCEPTED. OK, what do you want?)

"I need you at the new base on the double," Sarge explained.

"¿Por qué?" (Why?)

"We got power. I need your help building something awesome. Are you busy?"

"No," Lopez admitted, "Acabo de matar a esa muchacha encima a la Base Azul. Ganamos a propósito." (Actually, not really. I just killed that girl over at Blue Base, so I'm all wrapped up here. We won by the way.)

"Great!" Sarge beamed, "Hey Simmons, we won Blood Gulch."

"Oh, cool," Simmons cheered, turning to Rhode, "Suck it Blue."

"Oh, and tell Grif his sister's dead," Sarge added.

"Yes sir!" Simmons replied then his face fell, "Wait, what?"

"OK. Estoy viniendo," Lopez sighed. (OK, I guess I can be right there.)

"Great, we'll see you soon," Sarge replied, "I'll forward you some blueprints of what we've been workin' on."

Just then Grif gave a loud groan and slowly sat up.

"What happened?" he muttered weakly.

"Grif, you're awake, good," Sarge said. "Lopez is coming here; I need you to stay out of the way."

"Uh, can do," Grif moaned, getting slowly to his feet.

"Simmons, you check the base and make sure everything is online," Sarge ordered, "Lopez is going to need all the power he can get."

"On it, Sir," Simmons replied, running inside.

Sarge then turned to the brown-armored soldier who had just arrived, "Lopez, you get in the base and start workin' on the plans I sent you."

"Sí," Lopez replied, grabbing his tools and dashing into the building.

"Wow," Rhode exclaimed, "He got here fast!"

"Oh, and uh, Grif, one more thing," Sarge remembered, "You might wanna sit down."

"I can't sit," Grif winced, staggering over and slumping on Simmons' shoulder, "I think both my kneecaps are shattered."

"Oh, well in that case, Simmons, you'd better be prepared to catch him," Sarge told his pet private, "He'll probably faint when I tell him his sister's dead."

Grif gasped, "My sister is dead?"

"Oh, you already know!" Sarge cried, "Good, I was worried about how to break the news to you. That could've been awkward."

"No way," Grif retorted. "Not true."

"Lopez told us himself."

"Yeah right," Rhode muttered agreeably.

You don't believe it?" Simmons asked baffled that Rhode would agree with Grif.

"I'll tell you what," Grif replied, "You produce a corpse, I'll believe it."

"Same here," Rhode said.

"Huh?"

"Listen," Grif said, "Once when Kaikaina and I were kids, we went ice-skating and she fell through the ice. She was under there for three hours, and when they pulled her out, not only was she still alive, she was pregnant."

"And one time when I was living next door to her," Rhode added, "Her entire shack set on fire and crashed on top of her. Not only did she walk out of the fire completely fine, she also had a cold."

"Exactly. If you can explain that to me, I'll believe you when you tell me she's dead."

Sarge grimaced, "Hmmm, I wouldn't even know how to-"

"Hecho," Lopez called from the base's doorway. (Done.)

"Holy crap, Lopez is done already," Sarge cried, "Did you finish the-"

"Sí." (Yes.)

"Well, what about the-"

"Sí." (Yes.)

"And also the-"

"Me hacen," Lopez cut in, "Esa significa que hice todo." (I am done. That means I did everything.)

"Caliente daminito," Sarge said impressed, "Let's go check it out."

"Está aqui," Lopez replied, reentering the base. (It's over here.)

Simmons placed his arm over Grif's shoulder and half-led, half-carried him behind Sarge into the base.

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Lopez led the way through the passage until he reached a double-door and then stopped by a small panel, "Prensa abajo." (Just hit the down button.)

Sarge did so and then the doors slid open to reveal a small room big enough for six people.

"You installed an elevator?" Rhode asked.

"Por supuesto." Lopez stepped inside, the Reds and Rhode went in after him and the doors slid shut. (Of course.)

Lopez nodded at a large control panel, "Introduzco su código." (Now enter your personalized key code.)

Sarge pressed some buttons on the keypad.

"Ponga su mano allí." (Put your hand on the scanner.)

Sarge did so and the elevator began to descend.

"Dé vuelta a esa rueda." (Now turn that crank.)

"Which one?" Sarge asked, "This one?"

"No. La rueda media." (No, the third one down, fifth one over.)

"Ah, okay." Sarge located the crank and began to turn it.

"How did he build all this?" Grif asked amazed.

"I told ya, he just needed power tools," Sarge replied.

As the elevator stopped, Lopez pointed to a button on the other side of the doors, "Prense su botón cuando empujo los míos." (Now push your button when I push mine.)

"At the same time?"

"Sí." (Yes.)

"You wanna do it like on three, or like three and then go?"

"¡Apenas agarro!" (Just push it!)

"Okay."

Sarge and Lopez pressed the buttons and the elevator descended fifty more feet before stopping with a ping and opening the doors.

"Esto es el," Lopez said, stepping out of the lift. (Here we are.)

The Reds and Rhode followed him onto a walkway and found themselves staring out at a huge empty chamber as big as their old base at Blood Gulch.

"What the crap?" Grif breathed.

"What the heck is all this?" Simmons gasped.

"As you know, I've been working on developing a new version of our Warthog," Sarge explained as he and Lopez stood next to a podium, "So I had Lopez here build an underground holographically powered simulation room. This is going to allow us to test the final concepts of my car design. Now check it."

Lopez pressed some buttons on the panel and a large blue grid appeared on the floor of the chamber. Then a Warthog materialized out of thin air above the grid which then disappeared.

"Okay, now that was pretty cool," Rhode cried.

"Thank you," Sarge replied.

"Hey wait a second," Simmons said slowly, "So you built an entire chamber, capable of running holographic simulations, rather than just build the car itself? That doesn't seem very efficient to me."

"Simmons, sometimes you just gotta go for style points," Sarge chuckled, "Hoo-ah."

"This is now on my list of stuff I want in my house," Rhode said, "If I ever get one."

Sarge took a moment to give the holographic Warthog a drive around the chamber before pulling up next to his privates and Freelancer guest.

"Now this is more like it," he chuckled, climbing out the jeep, "Great job on the simulator, Lopez, and good work on the power, Simmons."

"Thank you, Sir," Simmons replied loyally.

"Simmons?!" Grif spluttered, "I'm the one who was almost killed just so you could get the electricity back on."

"Yep, but it was worth it," Sarge replied with a shrug.

Grif scowled at him. "You say that every time I'm almost killed."

"Only because it's always true," Sarge argued, "There's very few tasks that wouldn't balance out by you making the ultimate sacrifice."

"And at least this time we got something out of it," Simmons agreed, "We got power, and a new weapon!"

"Let's test this bad boy out." Sarge leapt behind the turret and swiveled the gun round so that it was pointing right at Grif.

"Whoa, wait a second," Grif gulped, backing out of the gun's range, "Does this hologram jeep fire hologram slugs, or real slugs?"

"As long as we are in this room, everything will seem real to us," Sarge explained, "It's all simulated, but your mind makes it real."

"Ooh, like the Matrix," Simmons breathed.

"Sí, sin toda la filosifa del este," Lopez agreed. (Right, but without all the Eastern philosophy stuff that no one understands.)

"You said it," Rhode replied.

"Alright, forget this," Grif sighed, turning around, "I'm going to stand over there."

"Guess what, dirtbag?" Sarge called out, "I don't need you for target practice anymore. I've got my own holo-Grif programmed into the system already."

He waved up to Lopez who pressed a button on the panel.

Then a second Grif appeared right in front of the Warthog, "Hello, I am literally the worst program ever made!"

"Sounds like someone hasn't used Google Chrome," Simmons muttered.

"Locked and loaded, ready to fire at the bloated," Sarge announced, cocking the gun, "Grif- I mean fake Grif, go stand over there."

"Cool, whatever," the holo-Grif replied, running over to the center of the room.

"This is a magnetized propulsion system," Sarge told Simmons, taking aim with the gun, "It can fire massive slugs at an outrageous velocity! Check it out."

With that, he hit the trigger and a bolt of blue energy shot out of the gun's tip and blasted the Grif double, sending him flying.

"Blarg, I deserve it," he cried as he died.

At the same time, the Warthog's engine sparked and cut out.

"See?" Sarge chuckled, "How awesome is that?"

"Wow!" Simmons gasped.

"And in 10 short seconds, it will be ready to fire again."

"That's incredible," Simmons breathed then he frowned, "Wait a minute."

"Lopez, spawn me another holo-Grif on the pronto," Sarge called up.

"Si," Lopez replied.

Grif meanwhile was staring at the spot where his holographic double was killed, "Did you guys see that?"

"Shut up, real Grif," Sarge snapped as the jeep's engine restarted, "We're doin' important research over here! Hey Simmons, check this out. I'm gonna shoot the next one in the hoo-hoo."

"And that's my cue to leave," Rhode said, turning around and giving a two-fingered salute, "See ya."

As Rhode walked out, Lopez pressed the button and a second holo-Grif appeared, "Oh hey guys, what's going-"

This one got no further before Sarge blasted him right in the face.

Sarge was having a blast with the hologram chamber as he shot down each holo-Grif as quickly as they were spawned, until the room was almost flooded with them.

"Alright," he cheered, "Lopez, another holo-Grif."

"Esta cosa hace otras blancos," Lopez scowled. (This thing makes other targets, you know.)

"Bah, let's stick with the fundamentals," Sarge dismissed.

As the jeep restarted again, Simmons thought over what his leader had told him, "OK, Sarge, do you mean to tell me this thing fires once every 10 seconds?"

"Yep," Sarge nodded, "It's state of the art."

Once again, a holo-Grif appeared in the room and he immediately ran towards the center, "Let's get this over with."

"But our last weapon fired 10,000 rounds per second," Simmons recalled.

Sarge pondered this over, "If my math is right, and I think it is, that seems like more than this one."

"Yes it is," Simmons confirmed.

"How much more would you say?"

"Well, the chain gun was 10,000 rounds per second, and this would be... 0.1 of a round per second. So yeah it was."

Sarge shot down the next holo-Grif then glanced at the gun as the jeep stalled.

"It does seem to be lacking in the rapid fire department," Sarge admitted.

The real Grif then started as he looked into the room.

"I know I'm not crazy," he muttered, "I just saw something move."

"Oh well," Sarge continued with a shrug, "A good craftsman never blames his tools."

"But we made the tool in this case," Simmons reminded him, "Can we blame the craftsman?"

"No Simmons," Sarge replied, "You and the gun are just gonna have to agree to disagree."

Lopez pressed a button on the console, creating a row of five Grifs by the Warthog.

"Let me take a look," Simmons said, climbing into the driver's seat, "Maybe I can increase the rate of fire."

Sarge nodded as Simmons drove to the other side of the room, "And maybe Lopez can find a way to spawn Grifs faster."

"¡Hace otras blancos!" Lopez yelled. (It makes other things!)

"Guys, seriously," the real Grif called, "I know I saw something."

He approached the line of his doubles and took a closer look, "Aha! See? This one is weird. It's all lightish-red instead of orange."

"No Grif," Sarge called out without looking, "I'm sure it isn't."

"You're probably still hallucinating from the charge you took," Simmons agreed as he checked the power cells.

"Yeah, I don't think so. Look!" Grif pointed at one end of the line.

"Grif, we are busy!" Sarge bellowed, "You and Donut shut up and stop distracting us!"

"But I-" Grif stopped and whirled round to stare at the figure, "Donut?!"

At once, the pink figure stumbled forward. "Water..."

"AH!" Grif yelped, "Donut?!"

"Donut?" Simmons gasped, looking up from his work.

"Water..." Donut panted again.

"Donut, where the heck did you come from?" Grif cried.

"Water..." Donut groaned, falling to his knees.

"You came from the water?" Grif asked puzzled, "I didn't even know you could swim."

"Grif... he needs help," Donut muttered, "It's under... the sand... find him..."

Then he slumped forward onto the ground.

"Oh boy," Grif sighed, "That sounds like something that's gonna keep us busy for a few months."

At that moment, Sarge and Simmons came running up and were amazed at seeing their old teammate.

"Holy mamma mia," Sarge gasped, "Donut! Where's he been?"

"Donut!" Simmons knelt next to the pink private and checked him over, "Grif, what did he say?"

"Who, him?" Grif asked, "Oh, uh, he just said he wanted some water."

"That's it?"

"Yeah, uh just the water thing... Oh, also that he really missed everyone."

Sarge frowned, "Why don't I believe you?"

"Um, he also said that he liked the new jeep," Grif added.

"Well well," Sarge beamed, "I always knew that kid had style."

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This is most likely the single longest chapter I have written ever... Of all time. Now that Relocated is out of the way, I'll work on Recreation and Revelation in this one book. Till next time guys!