Red vs Blue: Its Only The Beginning... (IC)
"Hey...you ever wonder why we're here?"
Andy Santana stood in the middle of the Valhalla canyon with someone who was both a long time friend and his official arch rival, being on the Blue team.
"That's the big question, isn't it?"
Marcus Robertson said as he turned around to face Andy, his long time friend since their days at the UNSC academy. Once they had arrived at Valhalla Outpost #1, however, they were forced on different sides of the so called "war". Marcus had been instructed by Blue Command to eliminate all of the traitorous Red's, but they showed no signs of going against the UNSC, and most of the time, they just sat around and talked. This "war" was becoming less of a war as the days waged on, forcing the two teams to act more like neighbours who just happened to disagree on armour colour.
"Why are we here? On this planet... On this world... I'm telling you dude, it's one of life's great mysteries.. Are we in control of our destinies, or is there a God or somebody controlling us? I don't know man... Stuff keeps me up at night sometimes..."
"Well, you have an insomnia problem then. You should get that checked out," Andy responded, keen to trip Marcus up, something he had been doing for years. Any predictable response wouldn't be the one Andy went for, and today was no exception. "I mean I think about it, sure, but lose sleep over it? No way...my sleep is far too valuable."
Andy was glad he got a chance to stop and chat with Marcus, something he didn't get to do very often from the other side of the canyon (and the war). They had radios, but their team wasn't exactly on board with the idea of them chatting with The Enemy. So, the occasional meet up when the other team members were asleep or occupied elsewhere was about the best they could do. It was a good thing they were both awful shots, because they knew they could rely on each other to embarrassingly miss each other every time in a firefight.
Marcus stared at him and rolled his eyes behind his helmet. "Shut up, you know what I mean... So, what kind of stuff do they have you doing over at the Red base? Today we were supposed to do around 30 push-ups and clean out the laundry hamper.. I didn't even think we had a hamper until somebody pointed it out to me. Why do we need a hamper anyways? We're always wearing armour, so its not like we have clothes that need to be washed and dry cleaned. In fact, we don't been have a dry cleaner, so it seems pretty redundant if you ask me.." he explained in a confused and slightly irritated voice. He never fully understood some of the UNSC's decisions about certain things.
For example, just recently he had received word from command about the Blue team getting a new vehicle, which sparked a thought in his head. Sure, they were military classifications, but they decided to call a Jeep with a Machine Gun on the back a "Warthog"? What about the tanks? "Scorpion's"? What part of a tank looked ANYTHING like a scorpion? Marcus just shook his head and coughed before he added in "Hey, aren't you guys supposed to be getting some new recruits today? You mentioned something about "not wanting any more idiots at that base" last week when the Comms went down and we thought the war was over."
Andy listened to his friend vent about the working conditions at Blue base with surprise. "Wait...you have to do work? That must suck! We don't have a sergeant yet, so we can pretty much do whatever we want. In fact, I've been the only one at Red base for a couple days now. I'm almost looking forward to the new recruits you mentioned getting here...almost," Andy explained. After a pause, "...nah, I'm sure we'll get along fine. More people for me to give sarcastic remarks to is fine by me. As long as they don't make us do chores like you're describing, I welcome the company. All I'd need then is a girl, you know? Fat chance of that out here, though." Andy checked his HUD readout and sighed. "Well, I'd better get going. The new recruits are supposed to be arriving soon and I'd better be at Red base and not chatting with The Enemy. I'll catch you on the other side of my rocket launcher...good catching up with you, man." he said before he began to walk away.
Marcus laughed at his friends comments and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, things are pretty weird over there. We don't technically have a sergeant anymore, so it practically leaves our Corporal in charge... She's a total fucking bitch.. still though, the fact remains that we're low on soldiers, so both of us should be getting some new guys.. By the way, good luck. I tuned into your radio broadcasts and heard about your new Sarge. Boy, you are in for some serious shit dude." Marcus explained in a casual and joking tone before he stood up with Andy.
"Yeah, sure man. Go on and do your stuff, I should get back to base anyways.. They're probably wondering where the hell I've been... Corporal March is gonna be pissed if she finds out I've been talking with a Red.. See you later dude, preferably on the other end of my barrel." he said before patting Andy's back and walking away in the opposite direction. As he walked, he began to quietly whistle to himself, singing a little song he had come up with during his down time.
"Roses are red, Violets are blue. One day we'll cruise down Valhalla Avenue.
Its Red vs Red, and Blue vs Blue. Its I against I and me against you..."
With that, Andy and Marcus parted ways once more, arriving at their respective bases and returning to business as usual. Whatever "usual" meant in this canyon.