Red Vs Blue, & there's Magenta: Season Eleven

Chapter 1 One-Zero-One

Wash: Journal entry, One-Zero-One. It's been a while since I've done of these so, uh. . . lets get caught up to speed. Everything can be traced back to Project Freelancer, a military organization gone horribly wrong. The men in charge were corrupt, and the soldiers who followed them were blind. And guess which side I was on? Eventually, it was the projects own creations that tore it to pieces and I was the one sent out to pick them up. I recovered weapon, armor, and AI fragments all in an effort to keep the wrong people from getting them first, but I was too slow. Everyone fought over the remnants of Project Freelancer. . . I didn't think I could believe in anyone anymore. . . but then. . . I met the Reds and Blues.

The Red leader approached the Blue soldier on a bridge.

Sarge: Hey Caboose?

Caboose: Hello.

Sarge: We've got a proposition for you.

Caboose: For me? Oh, well you shouldn't have.

Wash: They had been used by the Freelancers just like I had. . . They were cannon fodder in a conflict with no purpose, but more importantly. . .

Caboose and Sarge approached the Aqua Soldier next to the Blues' temporary home and their tank.

Caboose: Tucker. The Reds gave us a proposition! We should really send them back some sort of thank you basket. . . like fruit.

Tucker: A proposition just means a choice, you idiot!

Caboose: Oh. . . We will take the fuzzy one.

Sarge: But you don't even know what the proposition is yet.

Caboose: Well then we don't know if it's fuzzy then, do we?

Wash: They were just stupid enough to trust. Though, one of them was different. . . Together, we were able to put an end to everything. The Freelancers, the AI. . . even the Director of the whole operation. They're all gone. And as for us. . . Well, we're shipwrecked.

The former Agent Washington stood before a large metal wall.

Wash: Crashed during our ride home. And if we're not rescued soon. . . I have a feeling something else might find us first. . . This is Agent Washington signing-

An explosion went off!

Wash: Oh, WHAT NOW?!

Sarge was in the tank, firing on his own makeshift base while his second in command stood beside the vehicle.

Simmons: You missed, sir.

Sarge: Dangnabbit, who in Sam Hell set this thing to inverted?

Simmons: Well sir, statistically most users enjoy a-

Sarge: *grumbles*

Simmons: Ya- wel- uh- er, I-I- It was probably Grif, sir.

?: Hey!

They looked to see the Orange Soldier exiting the base.

Grif: What the fuck is going on out here?! Who's firing at our base?!

Sarge: We are!

Grif: You are?

Sarge: Our base is in desperate need of reservations. Figured I'd turn down the East Wing and put in something nice and decorative. . . Like a mortar cannon.

Grif: And it didn't occur to you to warn me before you started blowing holes in the side of the wall?

Sarge: . . . . .