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What just happened? locus thought. The last thing locus remembers is being forcefully dragged into Colonel Sarge's shenanigans with his annoyingly rude Robot to the red base garage, wanting to make a replica of what they call.. 'a future cube.' Did he mean a teleportation grenade?
An eyesore of bright light is what comes after.
Locus hypothesized it backfired and exploded and somehow he got caught in the explosion and died
What an anticlimactic death if he is being honest.
No, wait.. locus feels his heartbeat and chest heaving. Still alive.
Locus grunts as he can't see anything properly in the dim area he is in.
Feeling his armour and helmet still on, heard distant noises that his helmet picked up, water dripping slowly and echoing through his helmet, and sounds of.. bats..?
Slowly he raised his left arm, and clicked a button somewhere from the side of his helmet, turning on the night vision that is installed in it.
What an incredibly helpful feature for a dark situation, especially this.
He sat straighter, looking around his surroundings. From the obvious, from what he gathered he is indeed in a cave.
"Great…" he muttered to himself.
Thoughts on regretting not dying on chorus, and existential crisis will be dealt later. Right now, Locus needs to get out of here, as much as how cozy the cave looks.
He gets up, taking one last look around the area, and walks away. It wasn't that hard to find an exit as he saw light just right around the corner. As the light got brighter he turned off his night vision soon as he saw the way out.
Blinking and adjusting to the bright rays that are reflecting from his visor, it looks like he is on top of a cliff. The ground isn't too far away by the looks of it.
He looks to his right, he sees.. A base. He looks to his left, at the distance.. He sees another base, very similar to the one he just saw not five seconds ago.
Where did he even end up..?
As he was just about to begin to think straight, his helmet picked up another audio, this time a person's voice. A very familiar gruff voice..
Locus turned on his invisibility and shimmered like he wasn't standing there a second ago.
As locus continues to stealthy go to where the familiar voice came from, the louder and clearer the voice became. He sneaks up to a giant boulder and sees.. familiar armour colours..
"Listen up men! I am sad to say that we lost a great asset to our team." the red armour said undoubtedly the Colonel.. What did he mean by 'lost a great asset'?
"Those dirty blues had captured Lopez from us! We must make an elaborate plan to take him back. Any suggestions?" He said looking at the other reds
"Oh! Oh! Why not.. we use my cake tactic?"
"Donut! What did I tell you that your 'cake tactic' isn't a tactic at all!"
"But it's a great plan.."
"It's not a plan!"
"Donut, I'm sorry to say which I'm not. Never do that again. I'm already having goosebumps just even smelling a whiff of baby oil.. I'll never forgive you for ruining cakes for me."
"Dammit Grif! stop talking about food when we're having a serious meeting!"
Not mistaking it. It's them.. but something is not right. By just looking around, he can already see why.
This isn't Iris, not the same moon that he was on. Iris doesn't have a hot scorching canyon in it.
But something is familiar with this canyon, it's not that he came here. Sure he didn't.. It's just..
Is this.. Could it be?
Just to make sure, Locus looked up top. His eyes widened, he is in a halo ring. He is in Blood gulch.
Back at chorus, when he was still a cold murderer. He read the files of the SIM troopers. The information was all there, of course he knows about blood gulch, it was mentioned multiple times on the report.
But how did he end up here so far from the moon? Why are they here and not on Iris?
That's when Locus remembered. 'Future cubes'. Colonel Sarge somehow took an innocent teleportation grenade, and made it blast him to the past.
Of course he was in denial for a moment, time travel is absurd—but then he gave up since there isn't a logical explanation for him to end up here! And frustratingly ironic.. Time travel is the best logical explanation!...
Locus gives up trying, and sticks to the time travel idea. Knowing the Reds and Blues, this is probably a Monday for them..
But of course. Not only is he sent to the past, but specifically he is stuck in the past where the Reds and Blues are at the stage where they still believe that they're fake war is an actual one. How did his life decisions lead up to this point for him to be stuck in the past? Can he blame Felix for this?.. It's not like he is alive to stop him. Currently he is alive.. But that's not stopping him. This could've been avoided if felix wasn't so selfish on wanting to have 'a shit ton of money', and then something happened that made felix and him do a genocide on a planet, and it's felix's fault for being a little shit for making him not want to side with him any longer. Then he gets adopted by the Reds and Blues-
Locus turns his head and looks at the arguing Reds, he resisted the urge to sigh heavily where the whole galaxy can hear it.
"We are not doing it! End of story-"
"But I was already prepared.."
"Where did you even get that cake from?!"
"What do you mean Simmons? It's been always- oh nope it's gone now."
"Mm.. Wait, oh god I smell baby oil."
"DAMMIT GRIF STOP EATING EVERYTHING YOU SEE!"
How did Locus lose to them?