There was a pile of explosives stacked messily beside the edge of the garden, the creator looking grumpy and uneasy.

Would that guy from the chatter come?

He wasn't sure.

Sheila stumbled weakly up the path to the Blue Base. She looked a bit ragged, and her memory processors were a bit shaky about the last month. For some reason she'd found herself in the Red Base, and her every system told her she needed to get to the other side of the canyon ( Read more... )

Time to go find Lopez.

A Blue corporal marched directly to the Red base, in hopes of finding his friend.

And maybe getting fixed.

Way too many average blue colours walking around. I think I'll step out of line[just this once] and repaint myself. Or something. I'm getting confused. Saw one other guy that wasn't Michael Caboose. Now it's just getting weird.

The corporal glanced at a can of dark-blue spray paint he found. Nicci picked it up, yanking the cap off. Giving it a ( Read more... )

His armour lay dormant, sitting scattered across his bed. A few pieces had managed to fall on the floor whilst their owner was taking a shower. The door slid open as Caboose made his way back into his room. The man was literally swamped in towels in an effort to keep himself warm while he headed through the base to his room. Another swoosh and the ( Read more... )

During the late hours when the sane slept, an armoured figure dropped out of a Pelican, landing heavily in a crouched position. The ship flew off, engines roaring as quietly as they could. Silently, the Spartan made his way towards where his HUD read the Blue base was. His SMG's safety was flicked on, to prevent friendly fire. The Russian crept ( Read more... )

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