As Grif and Simmons headed on over towards where their commanding officer was standing, Sarge then spoked, unaware that a certain silent member of the Blue Team (identified as "(Name)") had moved over to where the other two were previously standing and was currently watching them from above, her camouflage mode turned off and her small notebook safely tucked away into the back compartment of her dark, midnight blue-armored suit.

"Hurry up, ladies. This ain't no ice cream social," he begins, not realizing that what he'd said didn't actually process into his teammates' young minds as the aforementioned two looked at each other in mild confusion.

"'Ice cream social?'" Simmons repeated.

"Stop the pillow talk, you two," Sarge emphasizes, giving a small annoyed glare towards his teammates as he continues. "Anyone...want to guess...why I gathered you here...today?"

"Uh...is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?" Grif immediately says, mentally hoping that what he said was true as (Name) shook her head, knowing full well that the question that was given to them wasn't what Sarge was going to say.

"That's exactly it, Private. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero, and we're gonna hold a parade in your honor," Sarge says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his glare hardened at the orange-armored soldier before him. "I get to drive the float, and Simmons here is in CHARGE OF CONFETTI!"

This comment made Grif give a lazy grin towards his red-armored teammate from underneath his helmet, knowing full well that he had angered him. "I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."

Sarge immediately began to fum with anger at the response given back to him. "God DAMN it, Private! Shut your mouth, or else I'll have Simmons slit your throat while you're asleep!"

"Oh, I'd do it too," Simmons says, mentally dreaming of how he could just end Grif's life with a simple order from his commanding officer as Grif looked over at him in slight disbelief.

"I know you would, Simmons. Good man," Sarge says with a nod of approval towards Simmons, before changing the subject to what he was going to say earlier as he looked at both of his teammates once more. "Couple of things today, ladies. Command has seen fit to increase our ranks here at Blood Gulch Outpost Number One."

"Crap. We're getting a rookie," Grif says in disappointment.

"That's right, dead man. Our new recruit will be here within the week. But today, we received the first part of our shipment from Command."

This made the two soldiers look at each other in confusion once more as Sarge turned around to look at the hill behind him. "Lopez. Bring up the vehicle."

As he said that, a brown-armored soldier then came rolling up in a strange equally armored vehicle, making (Name) look up from observing the Red Team as the maroon and orange-armored soldiers stared in awe at what they see before them.

Simmons: "Shotgun!"

Grif: "Shotgun!--Fuck."

"May I introduce our new light reconnaissance vehicle," Sarge introduces, his voice almost sounding like a sales person selling cars on a TV commercial as (Name) watched the scene silently from above, turning her body and leaning on one of the rooftop panels of the Red Teams' base afterwards. "It has a four-inch armor plating, mag bumper suspension, a mounted machine-gunner position, and total seating for three. Gentlemen! This is the M12-LRV! I like to call it, the "Warthog"."

While Sarge was introducing the new shipment to his younger teammates, (Name) then watched as Lopez climbed out of the driver's seat and started heading on over towards his team's base, knowing that he had spotted her up here on the base's rooftop while he was pulling up in the armored vehicle.

Once she heard the sounds of metallic footsteps walking up behind her, she then used her right hand to pat on the empty spot that was next to her, letting the brown-armored robot-soldier know that he was allowed to watch the scene with her if he wished.

Once he saw the invitation, the brown-armored robot-soldier immediately complied and sat down next to her, where they both continued to watch the Red Team's conversation from above.

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The two of them had been acquaintances since (Name) had first came into Blood Gulch two weeks ago, and both have been communicating to each other occasionally whenever the Reds and Blues don't seem to be paying much attention to their surroundings--sometimes even scheduling a meet-up on a random date since neither of their teams seem to notice nor care enough if the two had wondered off somewhere to talk to each other in private. So their relationship went on smoothly from then on there.

(Here is (Name)'s description on her acquaintance--->)

Designation: Lopez [the Heavy]/Droid #01011331123

Description(s):
-Gender: Male
-Physical Features: Not needed
-Armor Color: Brown
-Military Level: Mechanic
-Current Status: Active

Relationship with teammates/others:
-Shows a frequent disdain towards everyone on both teams (except me); although does show a great amount of loyalty towards his designated team (most likely programmed in by Sergeant Sarge).
*Since he was programmed by Sergeant Sarge, he also takes a deep disliking towards Private Grif.*
-Is well acquainted with me to a high extent.

Notes (based on observations):
-Was created by his commanding officer, Sergeant Sarge.
-Has not been given a speech unit as of yet (besides the one that I gave him).
-Weapons used: M6D Magnum Sidearm, BR55 Battle Rifle(preferred)
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While the two watched in silence, the maroon and orange-armored soldiers were currently looking at their commanding officer in confusion, wondering why did he choose that nickname to give to their new vehicle as Simmons asked. "Why "Warthog", sir?"

"Because M12-LRV is too hard to say in conversation, son."

"No, but...why "Warthog"?" Grif adds in, still not getting as to why their commanding officer had chosen to call their new vehicle the "Warthog" as he examines it a little. "I mean, it doesn't really look like a pig."

"Say that again?" Sarge asks, now being his turn to be confused.

"I think it looks more like a puma," Grif says after he was done examining the vehicle.

This made Sarge look at the orange-armored soldier in even more confusion. "What in Sam Hill is a 'puma'?"

After hearing what Sarge had just questioned, (Name) then shook her head, knowing deep down that this conversation was going to be another pointless argument as Lopez copied her movement, agreeing with what she was thinking.

"Uh, you mean like the shoe company?" Simmons asked Grif.

"No, like a puma," Grif corrects. "It's like a big cat, like a lion."

Sarge only continued to look at him in disbelief. "...You're makin' that up."

This made Grif looked at him in slight shock. "I'm telling you, it's a real animal!"

But Sarge didn't believe him. "Simmons, I want you to poison Grif's next meal."

"Yes, sir!" Simmons complies in slight glee.

(Name) and the robot-soldier only shook their heads in silent disappointment as Sarge went to point out something that was connected to the armored vehicle.

"Look, see these two tow hooks? They look like tusks. And what kind of animal has tusks?" he asks while looking at Grif.

"A walrus," Grif answers simply, making (Name) give a thumbs up towards the orange-armored soldier for his remark as Sarge looks at him in disbelief once more.

Meanwhile (with the Blue Team)...

As the Red Team was arguing about "what's-real-and-what's-not", two other members of the Blue Team were currently spying on them from a cliff's edge, with one of its members looking through the telescope on a sniper rifle that they held in their hands as the two looked in confusion at the new shipment that the Red Team had just gotten.

"What is that thing?" the aqua-armored soldier (known as "Tucker") asks while looking at the armored vehicle down below. "And where the hell is our teammate?"

"I don't know. It looks like, uh...looks like they got some kinda car down there," the cobalt-armored soldier (known as "Church") answers while lowering down the sniper rifle from his visor. "And I have no idea where the hell (Last Name) is. The best option we could to do is get back to base and report about what the Red Team just got in their shipment to Central Command. We'll look for him later."

(A/N: Nobody knows about your true gender (except for Lopez since you've told him), so they've just guessed that you were a male just like the rest (but you'll look gender neutral anyways, so yeah...))

Tucker looks at him in disbelief. "A car? How come they get a car?"

"What are you complaining about, man? We're about to get a tank in the very next drop," Church tells him in slight annoyance.

"You can't pick up chicks in a tank..." Tucker says in disappointment.

"Oh, you know what? You could bitch about anything, couldn't you?" Church sneers, his annoyance level rising with his anger as he glared at the aqua-armored soldier that stood behind him. "We're gonna get a tank, and you're worried about chicks. What chicks are we gonna pick up, man? And secondly, how are you gonna pick up chicks in a car that looks like that?"

"Well, what kind of car is it?" Tucker asks while looking back down at the armored vehicle below.

"I don't know, I've never seen a car like that before. It looks like a...uhh...like a big cat of some kind," Church says, looking back at the armored vehicle as well as he used the sniper rifle to help him examine it more closely.

"What like a puma?" Tucker asks with a raised brow.

"Yeah man, there you go."

Meanwhile (back at Red Team's base)...

As the Blue Team were conversing, (Name) was glancing over at them from afar, having to have been watching them talking to each other for a few seconds before going back to listening in on the Red Team's small argument with her robot-acquaintance.

"So unless anybody has any more mythical creatures to suggest as a name for the new vehicle, we're gonna stick with the 'Warthog'. How 'bout it, Grif?" Sarge asks while looking at the orange-armored soldier with a smug look.

"No, sir. No more suggestions," Grif says, feeling slightly dejected by the fact that he kept getting called out for making up real animals when he knew he deep down that he was right as Sarge starts to tease him about it.

"Are you sure~? How 'bout Bigfoot?"

"It's okay."

"Unicorn?"

"No, really. Uh, I'm cool."

"Sasquatch?"

"Leprechaun?" Simmons interrupts, finding the teasing thing fun since their commanding officer was doing it as Grif looks at him with a small glare.

"Hey, he doesn't need any help, man."

But his statement was immediately ignored as Sarge continued to tease the orange-armored soldier. "Phoenix?"

"*sigh* Christ."

"Hey Simmons! What's the name of that Mexican lizard? Eats all of the goats?"

"Uh, that would be the Chupacabra, sir," Simmons answers.

"Hey Grif! Chupa-thingy, how 'bout that? I like it. Got a ring to it."

After seeing that the Red Team's argument was about to come to an end, (Name) then decided that her observations on them was done as she turned her head to look over at the brown-armored robot-soldier that sat beside her.

"I should get going now," she "spoked" to Lopez in sign language, a thing that (Name) had been doing since she first came into Blood Gulch (and had secretly installed a "sign language" speech unit into his language hard drive in order to communicate with him better) as the robotic-soldier nodded in understanding, watching as she got up from her spot before turning her head back and signing to Lopez once more.

"See you next time, soldier."

Then, with a two-finger salute, she calmly stepped off of the roof and dropped onto the ground with a small "thud", alerting the other members of the Red Team as she calmly waved at them before walking off towards the direction of where Blue Base was located.

"Hey, isn't that the crazy tall soldier that we just met like two weeks ago?" Grif asks.

"And were they just watching us argue this whole time without us noticing?" Simmons added in slight amazement.

But Sarge wasn't having it as he readied his gun in realization. "Holy crap! It's a dirty Blue! Lets get 'im, soldiers!"

"But Sarge, he's already gone," Simmons pointed out as they all looked to see that the soldier was indeed gone from sight.

"*growls* Dangnabbit!" Sarge shouted in anger as he looked up at Lopez, who was looking down at them from the rooftop of their base. "Lopez! Why didn't you stop them?!"

'Why should I stop my acquaintance from just watching you idiots argue? And you know damn well that I can't respond back,' Lopez says in his thought processor, his human-like emotions kicking in as he shrugged his shoulders at his creator in response.

"Damnit, they must've deceived you somehow. That dirty lil' bastard!"

"You mean that dirty "tall" bastard right, Sarge?" Grif implies with a sly smirk as Sarge glares over at him once more, an annoyed tick mark popping out of his helmet.

"GOD DAMNIT GRIF!"