-Remnant, shortly after Mordred left-
In the mountains overlooking a village, three individuals sat. They wore the current standard gear that Mordred had set, but these two had a noticeable blue color added to theirs to distinguish themselves.
One with a cyan, or maybe turquoise, perhaps light blue color, his name is Tucker, he looked over the cliff with a pair of binoculars. The other with a normal blue color, armed with a sniper rifle watched alongside the Tucker, his name Caboose. And the final member of blue team, Church who sat by a campfire at the camp they set up below the cliff.
"Hey Church! Come up here!" Tucker yelled from atop the cliff. Church who finally had time to relax, groaned in annoyance. "This better we good..." He muttered under his breath and made his way up the cliff.
After the climb, and short of breath, he walked up to his blue comrades.
"What do you guys..." Church took a deep breathe. "What do you guys want?"
"Dude, are you fucking dying? You sound like my vacuum cleaner when it picks up a penny" Tucker asked, clearly surprised by his leader's current state.
"I'm... I'm alright... just not used to so much movement"
"Why the hell did you even sign up for recon?"
"I had my reasons, so what's up, what's going on?"
Tucker answered "There is movement at the red teams base camp, I thought we should check it out. Actually I thought we should ignore it but there really isn't much to do"
"Not them again..." Church let out a sigh, he knew the reds well. The would occasionally drive by the blue camp blasting music and yelling "Suck it blue" before driving off. "What kind of movement?"
"The red kind" Caboose quickly answered.
"Remember that new vehicle they got, they've been making modifications to it" Tucker gave context to the situation.
"Well, that doesn't sound good, what type of modifications?"
"I don't know, why are you asking me?"
"You've been up here watching them all this time, couldn't you make a guess?!"
"I don't know man, but they sure as hell ain't installing a stereo"
"Thanks" Church said sarcastically. "Caboose what do you think?"
"Yeah well, I was going to say stereo but that now seems like a bad choice to say, so now I'm going to say... radio"
"That's the same thing dumbass," said Tucker.
"Let me see the sniper rifle, I'll check myself" Church took the rifle from Caboose and aimed at red camp.
Do you even know how to use that thing?" Asked Tucker.
"Do I know how to use- of course I know how to use it." Then silence for a few seconds. "Hey umm, where's the umm the- the, the thing, that makes everything closer and bigger? How do I do the closer bigger thing?"
"You mean zoom?"
"Zoom? Yeah that's it. So How do I... do I just say zoom? Zoom! Zoom rifle!"
"Just click the black button"
"Oh..." Church clicked the button and the scope zoomed in. "Shut up"
"Hey man, I didn't say a word"
...
-At Red Camp-
Sarge stood before the lined up members of red team. Behind him was the jeep, given to their team, now with an imposing machine on top of it. He walked back and forth giving his speech.
"We have suffered to long! You see those maggots up there!" Sarge pointed to the cliff. "They have done absolutely nothing wrong, but they're blue. I've always hated the color blue, do you know why!"
"Why Sarge?" Simmons asked.
"Because they're blue" Giving a similar answer to what he said in the past. "With all that being said, we have to kill them"
"Wait, aren't we allies?" Grif couldn't help but ask.
"AS IF we could be allies with dirty stinkin blues! Now Simmons get on the rocket launcher!"
"Yes Sarge!"
...
-Back on top of the cliff-
"Huh, yeah looks like they modified their jeep. Changed the turret, what is that? Some sort of radar dish?" Church said as he observed the reds.
"I think its a rocket launcher" Said Tucker.
"That's impossible. You can't fire rockets from a jeep dumb ass. That'd be too much, uh, torque, or something like that. Its probably like a microwave transmitter"
"Well, they were loading rockets into it earlier, so unless they were microwaving explosives for a tasty snack, its probably a rocket launcher"
"Now I'm hungry, and I want a snack" Caboose said.
~BOOM~
The cliff was hit with a rocket, sending Church and Caboose stumbling back.
"Yeah I'm feeling pretty confident about my rocket launcher guess"
"Yeah, I don't know, I think Church was right, I'm pretty sure I just torqued in my pants" Caboose unnecessarily added.
~BOOM~
Another rocket hit, this time sending Tucker back.
"AHH! I HATE BEING RIGHT ALL THE TIME!"
...
"HAHA, take that blues, Grif, Simmons, reload"
"Got it Sarge"
"Today is the day the blues will be destroyed!"
~CRACK~
"Ummm, what was that?" Ask Donut with a worried tone.
"Probably nothing, now continue!"
~CRACK~
"There it is again!" This time Simmons caught on.
"Umm guys..."
"Shut it Grif, continue reloading!"
But Grif continued to speak, he raised his hand and pointed at the cliff.
"I think the cliff is falling apart"
~cRAcK~
The cliff broke apart, sending large boulders down towards the reds.
"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"
They ran away from their camp, Sarge looked behind him and saw a large boulder crush his jeep flat, setting off the rockets. A pang of hurt erupted in his heart. "CURSE YOU BLUES!!"
...
...
Slate sat in his office, signing document after document. It was a boring job, but it had to be done since his boss, Mordred, is on vacation or something.
The door swung open eruptly, revealing Violet with a terrifying smile.
"S L A T E"
A cold chill ran down his back, he knew he was in trouble. But he didn't know what for. The trouble he got into recently wasn't enough to piss off Violet this much.
"H-How can I h-help you Violet?"
She slammed a document on the table. "Why did you give permission for a RECON squad to request a missile launcher along with several missiles?"
"Ah, ummm..."
"S L A T E"
"Well, their leader, he told me a... story that really moved me to tears..,"He looked down, avoiding eye contact. "And he said that umm, those missiles would help heal the pain in his heart... like a therapy"
He slowly looked up to see, Violet with an even scarier smile and slowly unsheathing her katana.
"W-Ait! we can talk about this!"
Slate was later found with 28 stab wounds, and made a miraculous recovery the next day and was banned from signing off equipment to squads.