Chapter 4 Heavy Mettle

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Caboose: Depression. . . Loneliness. . . Confusion. . . Slight indigestion.

The Blue Soldier came to a stop at the end of a bridge.

Caboose: Oh Church! Oh, I miss you so much! Who is supposed to be my best friend while you are gone?! Tucker? Yellow Church? They aren't even shades of blue. . . Tucker's an. . . Aqua.

He heard branches snap, then turning toward a blocked cave.

Caboose: Hello? Um. . . who's there? Tucker is that you?

He slowly crept into the cave. . .

Caboose: Agent Washington. . .? HELLO?!

His voice echoed back to him.

Caboose: Oh! That was just me. That was stupid. HAVE A NICE DAY!

Caboose(Echo): THANKS, YOU TOO!

Caboose: Well, I'm a very pleasant person.

Some rocks fell.

Caboose: Okay me, you can cut it out now! This is getting a little silly. . .

He walked over to where the rocks dropped.

Caboose: *gasps* Hell-oooooo!

*With the Blues and the Girls*

The five were gathered next to a cave entrance with a cone highlighting its entrance.

Wash: Tucker, Sister, in basic training, there a point when the drill sergeant attempts to 'break' his or her soldiers, so that they may overcome their civilian mindset, and focus on the responsibility and selflessness of becoming a true soldier.

Tucker: Uh. . . Bro? I went through basic ages ago. 'True Soldier', standing right here!

Wash: What is the UNSC motto?

Tucker: "When in doubt, rub one out!"

South: Holy shit, you've been single your entire life.

Tucker: *mutters* God fucking damn it.

Kaikaina: I snuck onto a ship and stole a gun. I'd have to be pretty good to do that.

Delta: That does not equate to the average training a military recruit must endure.

Kaikaina: Oh, screw off D.

Wash: Privates Tucker and. . . Grif?

Ruby: She doesn't have a rank.

Wash: Tucker and Sister, I am going to break you.

Kaikaina: Fuck off, cop.

Tucker: Oohooho, I'm shaking in my armor.

They all turned to the tunnel with the cone.

Wash: Inside this tunnel is an elaborate obstacle course designed to test both your reflexes, and your mettle.

Tucker: Uhh. . . like copper?

Wash: No that's 'metal', I said 'mettle'.

Tucked: Whatever.

Allison: Point is that he had Ruby and I make the most tortUROUs *flickers red* things we could think of. So good luck 'cause you'll probably die.

Ruby: Good luck, you two. Tucker first.

She raised her SAW.

Ruby: On your mark. . . Get set. . .

Tucker: This is such bull- FUCK! OKAY, I'M GOING!

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