Red Base POV 

The Red soldiers known as Grif, and Simmons were arguing atop of Red base about something stupid when two more Red soldiers arrived. "Excuse me sirs?" The one in normal armor asked. "Sirs?" Grif asked before realizing. "Aw crap." He continued. "We were told to report to Blood Gulch Outpost Number 1 and speak to whoever's in charge." The normal armor soldier said, while the one in custom armor hung back. 

"Sorry man, Sarge is at command getting orders. Aint nobody in charge today." Grif explained. "Actully Private, he left me in charge while he's gone." Simmons said. "You're such a kiss ass." Grif insulted. "Also, he told me if I had any trouber from you I should: Get in the warthog and crush your head like a tomato can." Simmons said while Grif stared. "That's the worst impression I've ever heard." Grif said. 

"Okay rookie, what's your story?" Simmons asked. "Private Donut reporting for duty sir. Ready to fight some aliens." The now identified Donut said. "Couple things here rookie, first off: Private Donut? I think somebody needs a new nickname. Secondly, what's with the armor color?" Grif asked. "This is the standard issue red." Donut said. 

"Yeah, I know. Listen, only two kinds of people wear standard issue armor: Officers and Recruits, and since you're not threatening to gut me like a fish, you're probably not an officer." Grif said. "Well, he's wearing red armor." Donut pointed out. "No, my armor is maroon. Your armor is red." Simmons said. "Well, how do I get a diffrent color armor?" Donut asked. 

"I bet the Blues dont have to put up with this kind of crap." Simmons told Grif. 

(Your POV, Blue Base) 

I stood infront of the new tank with Church, Tucker, and the new recruit. It was a scorpion tank, which was a bit dissopointing, but at least we can hard counter the Red's car. A Grizzly would have been better, but hey, a tanks a tank. At least that's what I convince myself. "So I say to the guy, "How are you gonna get the tank down to the planet?"" The rookie blabed on like a child, or a smartmouth. 

"And he goes, "I'll just put it on the ship." And I go, "If you got a ship that can carry a tank, why not just put guns on the ship and use it instead?"" The kid continued to talk. "Hey kid?" Tucker asked. "Yeah?" He asked. "You're ruining the moment. Shut up." Tucker said. "Oh. Okay. You got it man." He responded. "You know what?" Church asked. "What?" I asked back. "I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing." Church answered. 

"You need a Mountain Dew Church?" I asked bringing one out. "Nah." Church replied. "Can I have one?" The kid asked. "Sure." I said giving it to him. 

(Red Base POV) 

"Okay Private Donut, here's the deal." Simmons started, but was interrupted by Grif. "I just refuse to call him Private Donut." "We've got a very important mission for you. You think you can handle it?" Simmons asked. "Absolutely." Donut said. "We need you to go to the store and get two quarts of elbow grease." Simmons said. "Yeah, and, uh, pick up some... headlight fluid for the Puma, too." Grif added. 

"The what?" Donut asked. "He means the Warthog." Simmons explained. "You do know where the store is, right rookie?" Grif asked. "What? Uh-Yeah! Of course I do! Sure, no problem." Donut said. "Well? Get going then." Simmons said. Donut then turned and left one way. "Other way." Grif said. "I knew that. Just got turned around, that's all." Donut said, actully leaving. Simmons and Grif watched him leave, the other Red standing behind them. 

"How long do you think until he figures out there's no store?" Simmons asked. "I'd say... at least a week." Grif replied. "You two are assholes." The other Red said, scaring the two in diffrent ways. "Who are you!?" Grif asked. "Lance Corporal Dubbo. You're new other boss." Dubbo said. 'A-A girl?!' Simmons thought, blue screening. "Yeah, well, if we're assholes, then what are you for standing by?" Grif asked. 

"Bored." Dubbo responded. "You know what? I'm to lazy to do anything other than say you're right." Grif said. Simmons stuttered as Dubbo looked at him. "What's up with him?" She asked. "He's just being a virgin. Hey, wanna eat some chips until Sarge get's back?" Grif asked. "Sure." She said, shrugging shoulders. 

(Your POV, Blue Base) 

"You know what? Forget what I said before. We can definitely pick up chicks in this thing. Probably two or three chicks apiece." Tucker said. "Oh man, listen to you! What are you going to do with two chicks?" Church asked. "Not fuck them." I said. "What makes you so sure?" Tucker asked. "Tucker, if you fuck a real woman without the use of drugs or lies, I will make you a goddamn feast." I said. 

"I'll hold you to that. But anyways, as I was saying: Women are like Voltron. The more you can hook up, the better it gets." Tucker said. "So the max is five?" I asked. "No, but there is more than one itteration of Voltron, and if you include that dragon copy and the predator robeast? That's a toltal of 25 chicks man." Tucker said. "Did you fail math?" I asked. "Wait, I forgot a five. Fuck!" Tucker yelled. 

(Red Base POV) 

"Think you were too mean to the kid?" Dubbo asked. "Nah, he'll just wander around on the cliff for a few hours. What's the worst that could happen?" Grif asked. "And you've just jinxed it. Dumbass." Dubbo insulted. "Maybe. Hey Simmons? You gonna contribute to the convo or what?" Grif asked as Simmons still remained blue screened. 

(969 Words. So! Did you like this new style? Or would you rather I just keep it you're POV for the story? Dubbo stays no matter what though. See you all next time!)