Still don't own any part of Halo or RvB. Not that I'm trying that hard…

To address some Questions:

Trooper0007: No, while an interesting idea, I feel I have enough epic-ness in one canyon. For now... (Evil/Dramatic background music)

Reynaldo: Sure I could use some ideas they will most likely appear in flashbacks though unless I really like them then they'll somehow join the main story, if you're ok with that.

Anyone else feel completely mind-blown from the ending of season 9? To be honest it made me a bit sick to my stomach, not that it was bad its just thinking about it makes my head spin and stomach crawl. It also could be my lack of any form of food for the past two days, but thats besides the point.

And I am very sorry about the wait, it probably won't happen again anytime soon after all it was motorcycle crash induced.

Six looked up from the rifle that's scope he had just been adjusting at the sound of a screech of something entering from orbit at near mach two speeds and then the impact of said object. 'Was that… a drop pod?' he thought standing on the edge of the base looking out to the faint smoke trail that headed straight toward the blue base.

"What in Sam-hell?" The southern accent of Sarge cried out, as he came running out of the red base along with Grif and Simmons. The three of them stopped next to the Lt. and he turned to them.

"The Blues either just got a supply drop or some reinforcements in ODST form." Said officer said his eyes returning to the hill that kept the combatants in the canyon from getting a direct line of sight to each other's bases. "I'll check it out." He said, once again, setting off for what had come to be known as his 'Cliff of Spying.'

As he reached the top he looked through the scope of his rifle and confirmed his earlier suspicions as he saw the familiar armor and the most recognized helmet in human space, the helmet of an ODST. 'Hmmm. Zeta what are your thoughts?' Six asked his helmet-mate A.I.

'I suggest waiting and seeing how this plays out, and keep our side from dying of course. I wish to see if Tex has improved since we last met. Also if she brought who I think she brought'

'Alright, but I'm getting a bad feeling about this.' Six nodded and turned to move back to the base.

"Wait, so you both are Freelancers?" Tucker asked having recovered from his head to paneling meeting with the pods hatch.

"I'm an Ex-Freelancer." Don said with emphasis on the Ex part as he watched Tex work to repair the tank, vehicular maintenance never being his strong point. Even to that day he had no idea how the hell that tank had exploded, all he had been doing was clearing the treds of rocks.

Don looked around from his perch on the vehicle as he thought about what the plan; Tex would repair the tank then she would drive it to the red base and he would run around the back and distract the Spartan and keep him from interfering especially now that Tex had explained why she wanted out of here.

'Nu, how goes the search?' He asked the A.I. he had stolen from Freelancer headquarters, who had been running a search through the ONI databanks the she could, metaphorically, reach and access.

"Not well Don. Anything regarding Oregon just ends after his disappearance. There isn't even a death certificate.'

'According to Tex that Spartan on the other team has Oregon's Phase Shifter. Try looking for that.' Don suggested, semi-unaware (hearing it but not paying much attention to it) of the conversation occurring between the non-Freelancer, ex- or otherwise, occupants of blue base.

"How long do you figure until Tex fixes the tank?" Church asked from the three's vantage point on the cliff.

Tucker told Church what Tex had told him "Not much longer, she said it's going pretty well. The gun's almost working, and then she'll get it moving again, only she said she should get in going in a few hours so long as Don doesn't touch anything."

"And knowing him he won't, that's just fantastic." Church growled out throwing his hands up in frustration.

"Why would that upset you?" Tucker asked annoyed at the other blue.

"Because as soon as she gets the tank online, she's gonna use it against the reds, Don is gonna distract the Spartan, and then they're all gonna die."

Tucker then pointed out "The reds' dying is a good thing."

Church "No Tucker, it's not a good thing. As soon as we beat the reds, Tex is outta here. And I still haven't figured out a way to get that A.I. out of her head."

"A.I..." Caboose said trying to remember what it meant.

Church cut him off before he could start that again. "Shut up, Caboose. And if I don't get it out before she leaves..."

"If she leaves you won't ever find her again." Tucker supplied.

"Right."

"So what're you gonna do?" Tucker asked curious

"I guess I'm gonna do the only thing that I can do. I have to warn the reds before she fixes the tank."

"You're switching sides?" Tucker's annoyance with his incorporeal former commanding officer growing to new heights.

"Sorry guys. I don't have much choice." He said not sounding sorry in the least.

Caboose however, was nervous. "Church, uh, wha, what happens when the reds hear and then they come over here with guns , to stop Tex and Don, and they find us?"

To which Church responded "I'll try to help you as best I can. Good luck guys." Though Tucker knew not to hold his breath.

-Meanwhile at the bottom of the cliff-

Don glanced at Tex. "Think we should tell them we heard everything?"

Tex shook her head and explained "Nah, I want to see how heir plan falls apart, and trust me, it will. It's only a matter of how, and how badly."

Again, sorry about the wait. It shouldn't happen again but there will however be a bit of a wait. My insurance covered most of my medical bills but I still have rent, tuition and bike repairs. So I will be getting a full time job, not the part time I've had until this point.

But you don't read this to hear me gripe so please forgive me for the wait, and tune in next time.