Inside Red Base, Donut is showing Doc his 'Basebook' page. Currently there is a picture of him and Doc in Valhalla. 

"Pretty neat huh?" 

"So who uses this?" Doc asks. 

"Mainly just Simmons and Caboose." Donut hear something a ping and looks at his computer. 

"Oh wait! Looks like Sarge has a profile now...LIKE!" Donut taps a key. 

"And you just...talk about yourself?" Doc inquires. 

"You can post pictures and stuff too, I've been downloading this picture of Freckles for awhile!" Donut gestures to a picture of Freckles being downloaded at a slow percent rate. 

"How long has that been going for?" 

"Uh, just a few hours." 

"You spent hours of our limited energy just downloading a single picture?" 

"It is a very high quality picture." Donut clarifies. 

"Well you can't argue with that!" Doc shrugs. "So is this all you did while we were out last night?" 

"Nope! I've been cleaning the base top to bottom, it was the least I can do to make it more presentable, I did the dishes, swept the sand off the floor..." 

"Wow, did you clean Grif's room?" 

"Grif has a room?" Donut says puzzled. 

"Well he, and Simmons share that side of the base, but Grif's stuff overflowed onto the roof." Doc explains. 

"Ooh let me take a peek!" Donut runs off to Grif's room. 

Doc then looks at the computer and gasps. "Oh my god! If this post gets over ten thousand likes, Basebook will pay for a rescue team to save us!" 

Suddenly a loud crash is heard from inside the base and Donut screams. "AGGGH!" 

"I know, it's too good to be true!" Doc says joyously. Donut runs out of the base and sees Grif with his bag of teleporter cubes. 

"Dexter Grif!" He calls. 

"Huh?" 

"I can't stand living in this base the way you've been treating it! The layout is all wrong, the color palette is atrocious, and the garden doesn't even have flowers in it, just vegetables. Also, I think someone's trying to plant candy corn in some point!" 

"Hmm, I, uh, wonder who did that?" Grif says rubbing the back of his helmet. Doc comes out and runs up to them. 

"How's the testing going?" 

"Well Doc, after countless experiments, I've determined the teleportation cubes are still freaking awesome! All other data has been inconclusive." 

"Grif, I really think we shouldn't be messing with these, they can be dangerous! We can't be throwing them all willy nilly!" Doc says worriedly. 

Donut grabs one of them. "Give me that!" 

"Hey!" Grif protests. Donut throws a teleporter grenade onto the base's roof, which absorbs Grif's things.

"My stuff!" Donut turns and hurls another teleportation teleporter grenade across the canyon.

"Nice arm." Doc says stunned. 

Donut wipes his hands together. "There. If you can't be responsable enough to clean your room, you'll just have to say goodbye to everything that was in it." 

"Aww man..." Grif lowers his head. 

Simmons is at Blue Base typing stuff on his Basebook profile. "Hey, someone liked my post! Things are finally looking up for Private Simmons!" 

Suddenly the grenade Donut had thrown earlier lands behind Simmons. 

"What the?" The grenade explodes and trash surrounds Simmons. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" 

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Zone walks up to the Comm Tower and sees Tucker hitting the radio terminal with his DMR. 

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm fixing the radio." Tucker says while beating the radio. 

"By hitting it with the butt of your rifle?" Zone questions. 

"It worked for you." 

"But that was-" 

"Ya know what? How 'bout you come over here and do it yourself?" Tucker snaps. 

"Try connecting the antenna port to the amp." 

Tucker stops and turns to Zone. "What?" 

"If you transmit too much voltage that will just fry the radio. But if you transfer the power through an amp..." 

"All I hear are words that would get me beat high school." Tucker interrupts. 

"Tucker, I'm being serious." 

"Oh my god. Stop the presses. Agent Arizona is being serious." 

"If you'd just listen to me you could do this." 

"I don't want to do this!" Tucker says stepping up close to his face. "Did you ever think of that? All I wanna do is stand around and talk to my friend. But he's gone now and all I have is you!" 

"What?" Zone says baffled. 

Tucker sighs and turns away. "It's freaking bullcrap." 

Zone stands next to him and places a hand on his shoulder. "Did you know Wash and I were the worst Freelancers in our squad? There was Agent York our security specialist, Agent North the sharpshooter, Carolina was an expert in martial arts and Tex was...well, you know Tex." 

"Cool story, bro." Tucker shrugs off his hand. 

"Wash was known for getting a grappling hook stuck to his groin, and I was known for being the Freelancer that was tortured and practically maimed by the Insurrection. Though everyone considered me, Carolina, and Tex to be the best Freelancers, I was the one that was captured and brutalized." 

Tucker not expecting this, turns to Zone. "Okay, where are you going with this?" 

"Church was your leader for years. You two knew each other inside out." 

"Dude, don't phrase it like that!" Tucker begs in disgust. 

"Look I'm not new to all of this. I was the leader of my Spartan team back in the War; but when Church and Carolina disappeared I didn't have a choice. I had to try and lead you guys." Zone explains. 

"Well there's your problem." Zone looks at the aqua Sim Trooper. "You tried too hard, man! I mean Church wasn't the best leader ever, but he never made us run laps or do push ups or anything. He just took the blame when stuff went wrong. That was pretty much it." 

"(Sigh) Well. We're shipwrecked, low on food, and have to do whatever Caboose tells us or we'll be killed by a robot." 

"Sounds like you really screwed up." Tucker chuckles. 

"Yeah. Kinda looks that way." Zone chuckles too. 

"...But I guess you or Wash weren't really our leaders when the ship crashed. So I guess you don't have to take the blame for that one." Tucker says. 

Zone then remembers how Wash had accidently tripped over a wire in engineering and the alarms going. "Ah heh, we'll take some of the blame." 

"Whatever." Tucker rolls his eyes. 

"So are you gonna fix this radio or not?" Zone says pointing at the radio. 

"Well, when I started the radio was working but the signal wasn't strong enough. Now it's just...not working." Tucker explains. 

"Sounds like you really screwed up." Zone grins. 

"Don't be a jerk." Tucker snaps. 

"You're a capable soldier, Tucker. At least compared to your usual acquaintances. You just need to...try." 

"Oh." 

"What?" 

Tucker flips a switch on the radio. "It was just turned off." 

"Attention Blue Team, team, team, team!" Caboose yells. Zone and Tucker look down and see Caboose and Freckles. 

"Uhh...yes, Captain?" Zone asks. 

"Ugh...I know we all said we wanted to fix the radio...and that was really important...to fix the radio and the tower and all that is really 'portant..." 

"We'll probably die if it's not repaired." Zone points out. 

"But! Um, I really need you guys to go back to Blue base and kinda cleeeean up." 

"Clean up what?" Tucker asks. 

"Garbage and robot parts and gross socks all over. Simmons...yeah um, Simmons actually won't stop rocking back and forth in the corner and it's kind of um...kinda freakin' me out." Caboose says nervously. 

Zone and Tucker look at each other and then back at Caboose. 

"And you're sure you mean Blue base?" Zone inquires. 

"Do not question you commanding officer." Freckles growls. 

"Okay, okay. We'll be there in a few minutes." Zone sighs. 

Caboose climbs onto Freckles' back. "Assistant Captain best friend Freckles, initiate piggyback sequence!" Freckles then walks off with Caboose. 

"You realize we're all gonna die because of him?" Tucker points out. 

"Tucker, I need you to head back to base and do what you can. I'm going up to the ship." Zone then hops off the ledge. 

"You're leaving me again?! What the heck do you need to go on the ship for?" Tucker cries. 

"I found something. I just need you to buy me some time." 

"Why? What are you gonna do?" 

"Hopefully..." Zone looks over his shoulder. "I'm gonna put a stop to this."