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 within Valhalla, a radio sounds, as a Purple armored soldier had just arrived and looked around.
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Doc: Come in Command. Come in Command, this is Medical Officer Dufresne. I have arrived at Freelancer Program Simulation Outpost Seventeen. Command? Come in? Come in, this is Medical Officer Dufresne. I have reached FPS Outpost 17.
Simmons: Hey, down here, we're over here! Hey, come down here!
Doc: Never mind Command, I think I see the objective. Stupid radio doesn't work anyway. What else is new.
Doc: Yeah, we got the radio call and I was the closest medic so they sent me. But I didn't know it'd be you guys! Small galaxy, huh? Man, we got a lotta catching up to do. So what's up, somebody hurt or what? What's going on?
Simmons: Him.
Doc: Him? Um, he's dead.
Simmons: Yeah, he is. He was shot.
Doc: Um, Simmons, I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, and I have increased my skill as a medic in that time, but dead is still pretty much outside my jurisdiction.
Simmons: Man, I just didn't know they'd send you.
Doc: Yeah, you said that already. Hey is everything okay with you?
Simmons: It's not my fault Doc, I- I had to make the call, they made me. They needed someone with medical training.
Doc: What're you talkin' about?
Simmons: I didn't mean for you to get involved, I'm sorry, really.
Doc: Sorry about what?
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Doc turns around and sees Zero and Wash, both aiming their weapons at him.
