Red vs Red

"ETA to Blood Gulch Outpost Number 1 is 2 minutes"

Private Yates sighed and grabbed his army green duffle bag off the luggage rack while slinging his M319 Individual Grenade Launcher over his shoulder. Also grabbing his Designated Marksman Rifle with his right hand. He stood waiting for the pelican door to open, while he waited for the door, his fellow 'rookie' Private Donut walked up.

"I sure do hope they have a spa," Donut said, Yates wished he would shut up. He's spent the past hour discussing the benefits spas would have on military bases.

The pelican bay door then opened with a hiss revealing a barren canyon with two concrete bases and no vegetation beside a few patches of grass. Welcome to a barren wasteland, or as I like to call it, hell. "I don't think they have a spa here," Yates told Donut.

"But how will I relax without spa Wednesday's?"

"Not my problem,"

Yates exited the pelican and walked towards the base. As he walked he saw a soldier giving basic maintenance to a standard UNSC M12-LRV. Continuing up the ramp to the roof of the base. On the roof were two armored men. one man wore maroon, the other wore orange. Yates couldn't help but notice the orange man was really fat. He heard them having a lovely conversation about the Vegas quadrant.

"Excuse me, uh, sirs," Donut said walking up to them.

"What? ah crap," the orange one said when he spotted the Yates and Donut.

"We were told to report to whoever is in charge," Donut continuing his introduction. Meanwhile, Yates was severely disappointed by the condition of the base. There was trash everywhere. He also noticed a cooler in the corner filled with beer. Rations must have arrived recently. What army just straight up sends beer to their troops? And there isn't a store nearby.

"Hey rookie, in the tan armor," the maroon man said snapping Yates out of his contemplation, "What's your name?"

"David Yates, demolitions expert, and marksman,"

"Demolitions, like explosives?" the orange one asked.

"What else would it be?"

"How the fuck would I know?"

Yates tired of hearing them arguing like a married couple went and familiarized himself with the base and unloaded his duffle bag on a bunk. Yates decided to look around the base he noticed a chore chart on the wall, according to the chart Grif was supposed to clean up trash and do the dishes but was slacking as there was trash and dirty dishes everywhere. While walking around he found the armory, deciding to do inventory later he decided to check in with the others. As he headed back to the roof four sniper shots rang throughout the canyon. BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! thinking they were under attack Yates readied his DMR and ran up the ramp to try to get a good position.

As he reached the top of the ramp he noticed the Grif and Simmons looking over the canyon and Grif was currently holding the sniper. "Who fired those shots?" Yates asked running up.

"See Simmons, Yates heard the shots,"

"Shut up Grif,"

"Hey, where's Donut?" Yates asked trying to locate the last member of their ragtag team.

"Uh, it's a long story," Grif said absentmindedly while looking through the sniper. After a minute he saw something that made him panic, "Simmons get the Warthog,"

"You mean the Puma," Simmons joked.

Yates put two and two together and ran for the M12-LRV with Grif and Simmons following him. Yates reached the car first and hoped into the passenger seat, Grif got in the driver, Simmons manned the turret.

Blue vs Blue

"ETA to Blood Gulch Outpost Alpha is 2 minutes,"

The pilot's voice rang throughout the pelican. Caroline Richards tied her long black hair into a bun before equipping her helmet. She then retrieved her gear and readied herself to disembark. The other private on the pelican with her, Caboose, stood next to her, "I can't wait to be friends with everyone!" he shouted. Caroline just sighed, Why did this kid join the army?

Once the pelican reached the base, the pilot detached the Scorpian tank before opening the door and letting the private out. As Richards disembarked the pelican she couldn't help but admire the tank. Just think of the size of the hole that canon can blow in you.

She noticed two armored soldiers walking up, one in teal, the other in cobalt. "Okay, I was wrong, we can totally pick up chicks in this thing, maybe 1 or 2 chicks a piece" the teal guy spoke first.

"Tucker, shut up, and besides where are we going to find 2 chicks in this canyon," the cobalt one scolded the other man, whose name was Tucker apparently.

"Excuse me, sirs," Richards spoke up getting their attention.

"Yeah, what?" the cobalt man said rudely.

But before Richards could continue Tucker jumped in, "wait. you're a girl," he stated pointing out the obvious.

"Uh, yeah. And your point is?"

"How'd you like to have a ride in my tank,"

"I'll take a ride if you can drive it," She said, 1000% certain he couldn't even turn on the tank.

"Of course I can drive it," he said cockily, but she heard a hint of doubt in his voice. With that, he climbed in and messed around trying to turn it on.

After 10 minutes of taunting, Richards got bored of messing with Tucker. "Now that you've proven that you can't get it up why don't you show Caboose around the base." Reluctantly Tucker got out of the tank and took Caboose into the base. After Tucker was out of mind and sight Richards got into the tank and began running a diagnostics on it. While she worked the cobalt soldier walked up.

"Impressive, you made Tucker look like a complete idiot, I can't do that most of the time."

She just laughed, "Well I do have experience with guys like him."

"I'm Church by the way."

"Caroline Richards."

Church walked away as the system diagnostics came up.

Engine: 100%

Weapons: 100%

Onboard AI: 100%

Targeting System: 4%

"Hey, Church, you might want to see this," she called to the other soldier, she waited for the cobalt man to reach her before continuing, "I suggest not using the tank, for now, It's targeting systems are not 100%."

"But I wanted to whip out Red team after lunch," he complained. Unless you want to blow up our entire team by accident-"

"Bow Chica Bow Wow." Richards spun, surprised by the interruption, but it was only Tucker.

"Jesus Tucker, don't sneak up on me like that," Church yelled, apparently also scared shitless. "Where's the rookie?" he asked after noticing Caboose was missing.

"I told him to stand at attention at the flag until the general gets here," Tucker said, clearly proud of how he distracted Caboose.

"That's clever," Richards said.

"You think that's impressive, wait to see what else I got down my pants," Tucker said, trying a very bad pickup line. Richards just socked Tucker in the jaw.

"Anyway as I was saying, there's a high chance that friendly fire will occur so I suggest none of us driving the tank," Richards continued from before she was interrupted by Tucker. She looked where he was massaging his swollen jaw. "That is if any of us can drive it, I know I can't."

"Wait, you don't know how to drive the tank?" Church asked.

"Hell no, I'm just the mechanic."

"Then why humiliate me like earlier, if you don't know either?" Tucker asked.

"One, you were being a douche. Two, I at least know how to turn it on." Anderson said defending herself.

"Why would command send us a tank if no one can-" Church was then interrupted by another voice.

"Excuse me, sirs?"

"Rookie, I thought I told you to stay inside!" Tucker yelled not even looking at the speaker. Richards was too busy checking her datapad, and Church was still admiring the tank. So no one noticed it wasn't Caboose speaking but Donut from red team.

A minute later Caboose exited the base and informed the blue team of the arrival of the general. "Just so you know the general stopped by and picked up the flag!"

Richards looked up from where she was working on fixing the tank, "What did he say?" Church looked up and realized that they messed up.

"Oh, shit," with that the Blue team ran up the ramp and looked out over the canyon. Church grabbed the sniper and looked for the intruder. "Oh, shit, Tucker, the guy's armor is red."

"Aw man, that means it's their Sargent."

"Just take the shot Church," Richards told him.

"Roger that," BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! and every shot missed.

"You suck with that," Richards laughed.

"Shut up Richards," Church Grumbled.

AN: So that ends the first chapter of my take on the Blood Gulch Chronical's except with some OC's. I hope you enjoyed. If you didn't please leave a review so I can improve. Have a beautiful day/night.