The air carried a somber weight to it that came with closure. It had been two weeks since the conflict in Pokilo officially ended and all of the Reds and Blues were brought down to a UNSC base on Earth where they were accommodated until their affairs were in order. With each passing day they came closer to their time to bid farewell to old friends and rivals alike.

One by one, Miridem-Class Cargo Ships were landing and taking off, full of tired veterans eager to see home. What would these sim troopers do and say before closing this chapter in their lives?

This post is the result of me and the old members I still frequently talk to taking a trip down memory lane and seeing the absolute state this sub was in right before the final reset. We capped off that canon with a final goodbye post, this was the conclusion of 2-3 years of character and community interactions, our BABY as far as RP is concerned- 18 comments lmao. Most of us have long moved on from rp now but something about that ending didn't sit right with us. I'll be the first to say we had some severe hiccups near the end, but I think this rp- no- WE as a (late) community deserve better. So lets get mind numbingly sappy- or just silly as usual - and give this substantial period of our lives the send off it deserves, pay no mind to canonical plausibility of your character being present or if it was even from this generation of RvBRP. Have fun with it! Consider it our own little dorky highschool reunion.

Private Durfindel took one last look at the receding bases, his Pelican being the last one to ship off. I had been a relatively quiet location, but he'd met some interesting people (and fowl) in his brief stint on base. Emptying the last of his smuggled beer bottles, he tossed the empty glass container off the craft as it began to accelerate, taking him back home, where he hopefully could redeploy somewhere with a little more action.

"Well, so much for that hell hole. What's next?"

With everyone being quiet or away, Wraith gets upset and makes a list from an old notebook. In a normal voice, he says..

“This is the List of Wraith. It lists all my grievances with everyone who was suppose to be in my buddy club and who didn’t give me cookies. So with that being said, RED TEAM...”

Clicks pen.

“YOU JUST MADE THE LIST! And those stupid blues too..”

He hugs the list the list and gives a a look of a psychopath.

Long had the fields of war gone silent across this desolate land. The once great machinations of armies beyond compare now lay in ruin, slowly buried by time itself.

From deep within the empty halls of blue base, a terrifying noise echoed out. Like the whine of an eco friendly engine, it carried with it unending hate and negative. All who heard the sound shuddered, for the ominous beep beep was foreboding of their eventual demise.

A sign lay outside, carefully constructed, and them strewn about, also forgotten.

Under new management.

"QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK QUACK!"

"SOMEONE KILL THAT DUCK ALREADY!"

Private Joseph travelled around the base, looking around. He felt a bit lonely, he’d mostly been on patrol 24/7, and barely saw any activity from both bases, only when he changed positions with another person, or a red guy comes out for some fresh air. He walked around the hallways, humming loudly to himself.

"Alright, last stop for Valhalla." Called the pilot

Vincent shrugged as he double checked he had everything;

Standard marksman rifle: Check

Standard magnum: Check

Everything else: Probably.

The pelican flew low to the ground, the side door opened and Vincent stepped out the door. He landed and then turned to see it zoom off. No turning back now. He wondered what the people were like around here. It couldn't be that bad.

Right outside the door to a storage closet, bystanders would hear Hugo dropping red-hot bars to a pre-recorded beat.

"Like no homo but I'm in the closet

My mouth be spitting rockets

Jaw be popping out its sockets

...

...

,,,

What the fuck else rhymes with socket?"

Levy awakens in a puddle of his own vomit after a three-week alcohol-induced coma. He saw the clock and realized it was 9 pm.

"Ah fuck me, I've been out like a whole day."

[Distorted jargon]

"Ahhhhhhhh! Shutupshutupshutup! I have enough of a headache already."

He gets up, not really bothering to change out of his disgusting, smelly, pukey clothes, or shave for that matter. He begins walking throughout the base to see what the team's been up to.

"Did I have this much hair on my face when I blacked out?"

A white pekin was wandering the halls of blue base, quacking and honking at everything that moved. Whether it was a shelf falling over that totally wasn't caused by Donnie to the blue soldier who ran past him to fix the shelf. Again, totally not Donnie's fault.

Hollings would easily figure that he was the only one that would be guarding the base, since he received the order he almost saw no one inside or outside the base, so he quickly got over the fact that he was the only one protecting everything.

So now he was on the roof of red base, in a foldable chair, a cooler full of all the drinks he could find in the base, a makeshift cover in case of attacks and the mounted weapon of a warthog as a makeshift turret in case of another warthog attack, it seemed like no one was using that thing so no one would miss it, he had literally made every single security measures he could, he was close to the hatchet to quickly hop in base in case of emergency, his weapons were in hand, he had extra ammo, perfectly balanced between security and comfort.

• it's goddamn burning out here...

The simulation trooper said while using his full suit, a juice box in hand and a battle rifle in the other, the sun reflecting off his red expressionless helmet as he looked over the space between each base.

Having narrowly, and slowly, avoided certain death at the hands of a Red Team member, Marcus parks the "procured" Mongoose in the garage of Blue Base. He begins by removing the wheels and primary suspension components. In addition, he removes the motor and exhaust components, for one simple reason:

Maroon ain't goin' nowhere with this.

Upon mentioning the oddly named comrade, he hollers for him

MAROON! GET YER ASS TO THE GARAGE!

Having spent the past few days dicking around and sleeping, Marcus has decided to finally get off his lazy ass and work on that metal horse for the "Cavalry" trooper, Maroon. With him he has the following: His shotgun, pistol, can of bright orange spray paint, blow torch, and his wrench. As stealthily as possible (Read: not stealthily at all), Marcus makes his way over to Red Base

Damn reds ain't gonna know what hit 'em.

He locates the garage of Red Base and looks for a good base for the steed - a Mongoose

Let's see if we can find the ATV...

During his skulking, he manages to make so much noise that it would be a miracle if no Red Team members heard him

After a nice, long sprint back to Blue Base, Private Joseph went over to the CO’s office.

“CO, sir?” He said, knocking on the door. “I got back from the mission. Bruce should be coming back soon. I know you said it was supposed to be a scouting mission...but I kinda fucked up and made an alien ship shoot a plasma ball at the Red Bases’ Comm Tower...”

He sighed, waiting for the reply.

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Schieder ran down the halls of red base, shoving anyone and everyone aside who was in her way, no matter their rank or job. She had something more important than any of them were. News.

She found Levy's door, but she couldn't stop herself in time, so she ended up face planting in front of his office door. When she got back up on her feet, she began frantically banging on his office door

"SIR! SIR! I come bearing bad tidings!"

Private Schieder was patrolling around the outside of the base, looking for any blues who may be wandering around, getting too close to Red Base. She walked into a nearby cave system, and brought out a cheap flashlight she brought from home, shining it around the interior of the cave system.

On the other end of the canyon, Corporal Retzloh entered the same cave system, sneaking his way through the cave, looking to go to red base and cause some havoc if he could.

Maroon stumbled out of Blue Team's basement, half in shock and half because he couldn't clearly see where he was going through his cracked visor. He ducked into the mess hall, thinking it was the CO's officer momentarily, before ducking back out and heading to the proper location.

"Excuse me, Captain, but I think we have a problem," he said. It was evident that his visor had sustained a forceful impact - a spiderweb of cracks were spread out from a single chipped point.

It was late at night as the roar of a pelican could be heard outside. The next thing to be heard was the crackle of the loud speaker coming to life.

"Alright Blue Team the results are in. Promotions are as follows. Leo Cruz, congratulations you are now the Commanding Officer and are promoted to Captain. Jordan Dubois, you are Second in Command with the rank of Lieutenant. Aaaah what else...Oh yeah and David Retzloh and Ed Maroon. You two are promoted to Corporal, because who really cares. Well anyways my ride is here, so good luck to all of you, if you have any questions don't call, and uh, congrats on your promotions...Bye!"

The sound of a chair spinning and foot steps walking away could be heard as Lyda left the office. Not even bothering to turn off the loud speaker on her way out. She quickly made it to the pelican, which lifted off immediately. Leaving the canyon behind her and returning to her desk job.

Having survived his ordeal with that no good, dirty Red, Marcus has returned to his duties constructing barely functional "sentry guns". Clanging can be heard from the workshop, as can what sounds like country music

Levy got up from the floor in his quarters, using the bed next to him to help himself up. He looked at the clock and saw that it was 1 in the afternoon after 2 minutes of trying to adjust from his double vision.

"Again?"

"Hush you"

It had been days since Levy had been hit with the alien AI from the crashed banshee and exploded the enemy commanding officer. The sight of his dog tags never failed to make his stomach turn, it reminded Levy of the carnage from which he grabbed it. He sat himself down in the mess hall and poured himself some bland cereal, dropping a shot of tequila into it to not make it a complete waste of time.

"Is this what you consume each-"

"Just let me eat in peace."

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Hollings was outside of red base, apparently he was making sure no blue tried to invade or attack, wich in his opinion was totally unnecessary, why would someone try to right now? Its hot and humid, well they were in armor but still, why even?

• I think i should go back inside...

He said looking at his weapon a bit

• Surely no one is going to invade us.

Lou Meyers had died in battle whether the blue team knew it or not. The moment he died a signal went off on the desk of a Special Agent Lyda who was on a UNSC frigate not far away. She pushed up her glasses as she read the signal.

"God damn it, a death already? And a CO at that...Fuck, now I've actually gotta work"

Lyda was assigned with the task of over watching the Valhalla outposts while it was in it's formative days. This also meant that if something were to go wrong, she would have to be the one to go in and fix it. She quickly stood from her desk, put on her fatigues, and took the next pelican down to the planet. The sooner she dealt with the problem the sooner she could get back to her desk job.

The pelican touched down outside of blue base and Lyda made an immediate B-line for the CO office, ignoring any troops she would come in contact with on her way. Not even a moment had gone by before there was a crackle over the coms system as it came to life.

"Hello hello? Alright, hello blue team my name is Special Agent Amanda Lyda and as I'm sure you may know your Commanding Officer, a Captain...^what ^was ^his ^name ^again?"

The crinkling of paper could be heard over the loud speaker.

"..ahem, Lou Meyers was killed in action, leaving you fine folks without a CO. The UNSC has decided to not assign you a new CO but rather I will be doing interviews for the newly opened CO position and while I am at it I'll also be assigning a Second in Command...so that I never have to come down here and do this shit again. So any of you blues that think you can do the job please come to the CO office for your interview. That is all."

The loud speaker turned off with a loud pop. Anyone who would enter the CO's office would see Lyda sitting behind the desk with her feet propped on the table as she read a magazine.

Message from the Mods: The CO and SIC positions are open to anyone and everyone on blue team. All we ask as mods is that if you get the position you are active, stay true to your character, and uphold the rules. Also apparently no slavery. We also reserve the right to remove anyone from the position of CO for any reason we deem necessary.

Those of you who won your fights, to the victor go the spoils. To the loser and those that didn't participate, YOU GET NOTHING!

Seeing as this is the first drop I will explain that just because you requested a thing does not mean you will get it, in fact you may get something completely different from what you requested. Blame the incompetency of the person in charge of supplying drop. It's actually randomly generated.

Drops are as follows:

Bruce: robot kit (If you want to use this it will have to be another character. Any questions please message the mods.)

Pluto:

3x5 cards

pencils

clipboard

working alarm system

Veggie straws

A Friend in Eos

Schieder:

CDplayer

Blackwater Park by Opeth

Led Zeppelin II

Meddle by Pink Floyd

Rush Album

Sailing the Seas of Cheese by Primus

Thunk: pea shooting sniper rifle

Jordan: Titanium Syringe needles

baby's first syrgical kit

chicken

airhorn

insect repellent

Dexter VII:

you resquested nothing, so you get nothing

complimentary mint

Please also use this post for requests for the next supply drop. We now return you to your regularly scheduled Supply Drops.

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Following being told to get help, the sounds of red base's man cannon can be heard, and a stumbling figure is launched across the canyon, landing in the center of the canyon

Anyone attop blue base may notice a figure stumble into view before collapsing infront of the base. Blood seeps out into the water around him

Of course if it wasn't someone blowing things up, screaming for a medic, or the reds attacking, then usually at blue base something weird happened. This constituted as weird. Right outside the blue base, Private Parts stood behind a fold out table. A large blue piece of paper hung to the front, and what looked like was scrawled in darker blue crayon colors were the words "KISSS A FISH FOUR WONE DOLER" Though much of it was misspelled, it seemed like he had mostly gotten his point across. Beside him on the table was his pet goldfish Bob. (Where did he even get the goldfish, nobody knows...) Bob was in a blue plastic cup filled with water. On the cup was a sticker that looked like lips, and under the sticker on a sticky note it said "KISSS HEERE" There also seemed to be a donation box made out of cardboard and decorated with glitter in the center of the table. What was going on? "Hi! Kiss a fish to help me raise money for a nice bowl for him?" He said at anyone who walked outside blue base, though nobody seemed to be giving him the time of day. "Oh..." He seemed dejected, and picked up Bob. "Maybe you're just not pretty enough to kiss Bob." The fish let out a bubble of water and just stared. "Don't worry! I still love you." He tapped his helmet to the glass.

The sun was shining perpetually as it did almost every day. There weren't the sounds of any gunfire yet coming from either red or blue side. It seemed that everything was calm and quiet...for now. Though at the Blue Base, in the bunk area- trouble was brewing. Suddenly there was a thundering explosion that seemed to make the base shudder some. Launched out from the barrack room and through the door (tearing through the door and leaving it nothing but a rickety mess)- Private Parts...the resident explosive 'expert' hit the opposite wall of the hallway- leaving a sizable dent that was shaped a lot like him. The sound alone of the initial explosion would be enough for any Blues at base to come investigate the commotion. The sound of an armored body being launched through a steel door and into a wall at the velocity of at least forty miles per hour wasn't exactly quiet either.

Elana stepped off the pelican and waved goodbye to it as it took off.

"Goodbye Mr. Peli driver, fly safely and good luck with that thing...Well he was nice."

She turned around and before her was her new home, Vahalla Outpost #1. She was excited, new friends and that also meant new nicknames for people. This was also her first time being on a world that was not one she was born on. It was weird, and alien, and not like home. She didn't even know where to begin. So she decided to grab her duffel and make her way inside to drop off her stuff before exploring.

"This is gonna be GREAT! I can already tell."