Washington: (voice over) Journal entry "one-zero-one."

Somewhere in a jungle-like canyon, ship pieces and wreckage are scattered all over. A comm tower stands in the center of it all.

Wash: (voice over) 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... Cal found me, and introduced me to the Reds and Blues.

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.

Wash: (voice over) They had been used by the Freelancers just like Cal and I. They were cannon fodder in a conflict with no purpose. But more importantly...

Sarge and Caboose are then talking 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?

Wash: (voice over) ...They were just stupid enough to trust. 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... (loud explosion) Awww, what now?!

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Sarge is in a tank firing at Red Base, with Simmons standing to the side.

Simmons: You missed, sir.

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

Simmons: Well sir, statistically most users enjoy...

Sarge growls and annoyingly grunts, making Simmons gulp.

Simmons: Well, eh, err, it was probably Grif, sir.

Grif: (shouts) Hey!

Grif exits the base.

Grif: 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.

Grif: And it didn't occur to you to warn me before you started blowing holes in the side of the wall?

Sarge remains silent for a few moments before firing the tank right next to Grif.

Grif: Oh, come on!

Simmons: Direct hit, sir.

Sarge: No, it wasn't.

Wash approaches the Reds.

Wash: What are you two doing?!

Sarge: Well, if it isn't our good friend Agent Washington.

Wash: Don't try to butter me up. Also, please refrain from pointing that at me.

Sarge: Fine. (turns the tank away)

Simmons: We were just borrowing the tank for a little construction work.

Wash: Really? And which one of my men authorized this?

Simmons stares at Wash.

Wash: It was Caboose wasn't it?

Caboose miraculously, but not surprisingly, appears put of nowhere behind Wash.

Caboose: Probably.

Wash: (huffs) Sarge get out of the tank.

Sarge: Not a chance, Blue! Possession is nine-tenths of the law. The other tenth is a tank. I've got both. Besides, we need it to upgrade our quarters.

Wash: Your quarters are fine.

Grif: Yeah! Now get out of the tank you senile old-

Sarge fires the t​ank at Grif, this time, blowing him away.

Grif: Fucking son of a bitch!

Sarge: Finger slipped.

Before Wash could berate Sarge further, the tank suddenly started to lift up and below, Doomguy was holding the tank up with his bare hands and throws it on his back, making Sarge fall out of the canopy.

Wash: Well, that's one way to do it. Thanks, Cal!

Doomguy doesn't reply as he just walks around and grabs Sarge by his chestplate, dragging him out and throwing him at Simmons' feet.

Sarge: Dammit, Slade! What have I told you about dragging a man out of his vehicle?

Doomguy just stares at Sarge before walking off without another word.

Caboose: My turn!

Wash: Please be quiet.

Caboose: (whispering) My turn.

Wash approaches Sarge, as he gets to his feet dusting himself off.

Sarge: This is an outrage! Blue Base is built directly below the crash site. You've got an unfair advantage.

Wash: Sarge, the Reds and Blues aren't fighting. We're just camped at opposite ends of the canyon... in color divided teams. While heavily armed.

Sarge: True. But have you ever considered that fighting is just in our nature? It's almost instinctual. If we're not constantly trying to stab each other in the back... we'll surely die.

Wash: Dear God, I hate you.

Sarge: That's the spirit. He he.

Grif: We may not be fighting but you're still way closer to the food storage than we are... and that is something that I will not stand for.

Simmons: You won't stand for anything fat-ass.

Grif: If you were a few feet closer, you'd be sorry.

Wash: If we don't ration our food we'll all be sorry. We've yet to get our communications dish online and if we run out of food before we can radio for help we're screwed.

Grif: Buzz kill.

Wash: Come on Caboose. We need to go have a chat with Private Tucker.

Caboose: But Agent Washington, the tank is still flipped.

Wash: Oh... right. Uh, Cal! Little help here!

No response as Doomguy doesn't reappear.

Wash: Cal! ....Dammit. Uh, Caboose? Can you flip the tank?

Caboose: Will I get to drive it if I do?

Wash: You can RIDE in it.

Caboose: Okay!

The Reds watch as Caboose pushes the tank back on it's treads and Wash hops in the canopy, driving off.

Simmons: There goes the revered leader of the Blue Army. What a dick.

Sarge: Fine! We don't need that tank anyway. As many great 21st century movie trailers once said. This is only the beginning. And then text would appear on the screen. And the music would cut out abruptly. and they'd say one... final line of dialogue to leave the audience with the ultimate sense of excitement!

Grif: Like what?

Sarge: ...I don't know.

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Doomguy heads towards the armory, where he sits at his work bench and continues torching at something.

Rho then appears.

Rho: You know, that "flipping-the-tank" thing was pretty cool.

Doomguy doesn't respond as he then grabs a screwdriver.

Rho: Okay, man. This "vow-of-silence" crap is starting to get on my nerves. I get that you don't talk because your death-glares already speak volumes, but you can at least talk to me!

Doomguy: (in his mind) Rho, you're in my head. You can see ALL my memories as to who I was and what me made the thing I am now.

Rho: Okay, but you have the chance to start over, Flynn! The demons aren't IN this universe! And they're not exactly smart enough to know how to warp between dimensions.

Doomguy: (in his mind) I am.

Rho: ...The hell does that mean?

Doomguy: (in his mind) It means, that once we get our of this canyon and make sure the guys get home, I'm heading back to my dimension to stop the Khan Maykr.

Rho: You're just gonna leave the guys like that?! What about Kan?! And Rachel?! And Allison and Natalie and Delta and Theta... hell, what about me?!

Doomguy: .....

Rho: (angrily) Fine. That's just great. Be like that. Hell, you were the one telling Carolina about letting go of the past and hear you are being a fucking hypocrite!

Doomguy: (in his mind) You don't like what I have to do? Transfer to Caboose or Tucker!

Rho: .... Unbelievable.

Rho disappears as Doomguy continues working at his project.

(BAM! DOOMGUY IS SLADE'S NEW NAME! WELL, TECHNICALLY NOT NEW, BUT I THINK YOU GUYS GET MY POINT! ANYWAYS, MORE TO COME SOON!)