Notice: I do not own either of the games that this story is based on. TeamFortress is licensed by VALVe. The Legend of Zelda is licensed by Nintendo. This story is completely ficticious. Any relation to persons, places, or events is completely coincedental.

The Legend of Zelda: Warriors of the Future

Prologue: A New Form of Gladiator

The year is 2010. A new form of warfare has emerged with the discovery of molecular transportation. Countries would no longer have millions die because of conflicts with other nations.The new system is very advanced. Once selected for your country's military, you are required to implant a microchip in your body by way of surgery. This microchip, when activated in battle arena's worldwide, exchanges human life, with renewable "digital" life. This new form of warfare has become not only the primary type of battle between nations, but it has also become the largest form of entertainment in the world. Battles are held in arena's sanctioned by the United Combat Assembly. The World Battle Tournament has become the biggest yearly tournament in the history of mankind. This is where our story begins.

The 304th Armored Combat Regiment. A small american battle squad that has been chosen to take part in the World Battle Tournament. Life for this squad is much like the rest of the other squads from around the globe who have also been selected to represent their countries for the tournament. Wake-up early in the morning for practice with their shotguns and nailguns in the Shooting Ranges, Improve their agility by running the obstacle courses, and enhancing their fighting skills in Live-Fire exercises. This squad however was different from all the others. While the rest of the countries relied on ranks to figure out who was the commander, the 304th had no ranks, no established leader. Each member had the same rights as all of the rest. They each also had nicknames for which they went by. Each nickname refered to their specific classification of weapons and speed.

Chapter One: One in a Million

As the dawn of the Opening Ceremonies approached, the 304th Armored Combat Regiment awoke earlier than they usually did for training. They wanted to start training in the stadium before the ceremonies slowed movement to a crawl. The team geared up and headed for the battle arena.

"Hey Radar!" shouted the medium-sized medic of the team.

Upon hearing his name, the scout whirled around and walked back beside the medic. "What can I do ya for, Doc?" Radar asked intently.

"I was just wondering if you could help me with my conc-jump somemore." replied Doc, "I have been practicing like you told me but I still have yet to get the hang of it. I think it's my timing. I keep thinking there should be one more beep than there aught to be."

Radar laughed, "Yeah, that was the hard part for me also. It didn't take much more than three or four weeks before I got it down to a science. Now I'm untouchable."

The two laughed and ran to join the rest of the group. A stocky man was talking up a storm when the two rejoined the group. He was the pyro of the team.

"Yeah, Hawk keeps telling me that the African's are the team to beat this year." said the stocky soldier, "I told him that that may be true, but they better watch where they are when I'm in the area. I'll mow 'em down so that they gotta respawn and run all the way back from their base, just to have to respawn again."

The group laughed.

"You wish Scorch." said the rocket-baring soldier in the front of the group.

"Shut up Crowbar!" yelled Scorch. "I'd walk all over you a million times before you could knock me out once."

Crowbar laughed and turned back around. The squad liked to see who was the better overall warrior by going at each other in mulches at their home arena. As they walked into the stadium Doc pointed out that someone was missing from the group.

"Where's Ghost guys? He was here just a second ago."

"He probably forgot to get something from his room and went back to get it." Hawk stated. "Ready to get started?"

"READY!"

The boom of the voices as the murged together to make one massive voice was astounding. The 5 soldiers dropped their bags and started getting ready for training. Hawk walked over to the arena controls to setup the course and powerup the impenetrable barrier between the the arena and the seats. As he entered in the course name and time-limit, he heard Ghost yell at him and walk up next to him.

"What did you say?" Hawk asked.

Ghost was the team's spy. He was quieter than death itself when he wanted to be and yet he had ears like a fox.

"I said you should startup the sniper arena. We still haven't finished the scrimmage between you and I." Ghost replied, "You can take any person out with your rifle laying down, but get in close and your a sitting duck."

Already Crowbar had started climbing the walls of the arena using the power of his rocket launcher. He rocket-jumped up to the ledge of the seating area and yelled back at Hawk.

"Come on, Hawk. Let's get this show on the road."

"I'm hurrying as fast as I can." Hawk yelled back in disapproval. "Get down off of there."

"Yes Mother." laughed Crowbar.

Scorch yelled at Crowbar to come over to him. Crowbar obeyed and shot himself over to where he wanted to go.

"Yo?" Crowbar said, once he had reloaded his launcher.

"Let's have a one on one." Scorch said excitedly, "Pyro versus Infantry. Whatda ya say man?"

Crowbar though for a moment. After about a minute he decided to go along with it.

"Haven't done one of those against you in a long time." he said.

They each walked over to opposite ends of the arena. Hawk activated the 2fort course, started up the respawn program, sounded the horn and off they went, shooting rockets everywhere. Crowbar rocketed up to the top area of the red sides battlements, then turned around and rocketed over to the opposite side of the map where Scorch was ready and waiting for him to land. When Crowbar landed Scorch shot a flame rocket at the ground where he was at. Suddenly both combatants were thrown against the walls that backed them and were knocked out cold. The rocket that Scorch had shot had collided with one that Crowbar had shot at the exact same instant. The combination had created a massive shockwave which not only knocked them out, but threw the rest of the team on the sidelines on the floor as well. The entire 304th was knocked out, unaware of what they had done.