R(WBY)ed vs Blue: All's Fair In Love And War

Chapter 1: One-Zero-One

Crash Site Bravo

As Washington records a new journal entry, he looks at an armored wall.

Washington: Journal entry one-zero-one. It's been a while since I've done one of these so uh, let's 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. Guess which side I was on? Eventually it was the project's own creations that tore it to pieces, and I was the one sent out to pick them up. I recovered, weapons, armor and A.I 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. And as if their personalities weren't already enough, they met a group of teenage girls from another dimension, Team RWBY...

Sarge approaches Caboose on a bridge.

Sarge: Hey Caboose!

Caboose: Hello.

Sarge: We've got a proposition for ya.

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

Washington: The Reds and Blues had been used by the Freelancers just like I had. They were cannon fodder in a conflict with no purpose. But more importantly...

Blue Base

Sarge and Caboose talk to Tucker.

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

Tucker: 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 that it isn't fuzzy then do we?

Washington: ...They were just stupid enough to trust. Now that I think about it, we never actually wondered how Team RWBY even got here... But I guess that doesn't matter because together, we were able to put an end to everything. The Freelancers, the A.I, even The Director of the whole operation. They're all gone. And as for us. Well, we're ship wrecked. 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 occurs.

Washington: Awww, what now?!

Red Base

Sarge fires at Red Base inside a tank.

Simmons: You missed sir.

Sarge: Dag nabbit! Who in Sam Hill set this thing to inverted?

Simmons: Well sir, statistically most users enjoy-

Sarge lets out an annoyed grunt.

Simmons: -well eh err, it was probably Grif sir!

Grif exits Red Base.

Grif: Hey! 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 renovations. Figured I'd tear down the east wing and put in something nice and decorative. Like a mortar cannon.