Before anything can begin, it must first
Start from Zero. Before there was Red vs Blue, there was Project Freelancer. And before there was Project Freelancer, there were two siblings. One older brother and One little sister.
Currently a Red soldier is walking down a hall and is brought to a room with several large view screens with various displays on them, the Counselor's face appears on the screen in the center of them.
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Counselor: Thank you gentlemen, would you please excuse us?
The two soldiers walk away, leaving the Red soldier in the room.
Counselor: You are Private Walter Henderson, correct?
Henderson: Yes, sir!
Couselor: You can dispense with the formalities, Walter. Please feel comfortable to speak as candidly as you wish. Can you tell us what happened at your outpost, Walter?
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Henderson: Yes, sir-ah, yes. I had been there about six months. Everything was pretty much like normal and one day this... ship... crashed.
Counselor: I see. Is this the ship to which you are referring?
A holographic representation of the downed transport ship appears.
Henderson: Yeah. Yeah that's it.
Counselor: Please, tell me what was on the ship, Walter.
Henderson: I don't know. The Blues got there first. They fought us off while they cleared it out. Took the stuff back to Base. By the time we got a hold of it, it just seemed like a regular old transport. Our engineer said some of the wiring had been messed with but he didn't seem, you know, worried about it or nothing like that.
Counselor: I see. Thank you for that.
Henderson: But whatever was on the ship, must have been what started the whole thing.
Counselor: Please, Walter, define "thing."
Henderson: The infection. The Blues just stopped fighting us. Some of them set up camp outside their base and trapped the rest of their team inside; blew up their comm tower for some reason. Their own comm tower... Then they blew up ours. That's why we couldn't radio for help, we couldn't figure out why they would do that. After that, nothing. No word from them at all. The CO sent a squad over... all the Blues were dead. They had killed each other.
