"Can't we all just get al-"
The World is Yours
Chapter I
"INTRUDER ALERT, INTRUDER ALERT!" a female voice shouted in an intercom. "A SPY IS IN OUR BASE!"
"A spy is in our base?!" a red-furred Trog repeated with horror. Running over to the exit of the control room, he grabbed his sleek HRY-175 Pump-Action shotgun, and barreled down the stairs, almost tripping at the end. "We need to protect the disc!"
Name: Captain Jenem
Role: Soldier
"Yo! A lil help here?!" an orange-furred Trog, dressed in a baseball cap with a headset, red t-shirt, cargo pants and sneakers, shouted, trying to pull open a door without success.
"Yeah, yeah…step back son…" Jenem gently pushed him away. "Eight, four, one…umm, two!"
"Let's go, let's go!" the Trog urged.
Name: Psych
Role: Scout
"INNNCOOOMMIIIIINNNGG!!!!" a black-furred Trog screamed, charging towards the door. All three of them screaming, they burst through the door, Jenem and Psych tripping, and the charging Trog inspecting the room immediately still screaming.
"AAAAAaaahh, hey, it's still here!" Psych reported, his hand on the case containing a disc.
"Ahem…" a tall human, dressed in a black trench coat and a motorcycle helmet with wires connecting to a pack, appeared at the doorway. "Is the disc still here?"
"Yes doctor!" the large, burly Trog, wielding a minigun, saluted.
Name: Yenh
Role: Heavy
"Did anyone kill the spy on the way here?" the doctor asked, walking over to them.
Name: Doctor Andrew Leafgreen
Role: Medic
"Ummm…no, we just got here sir…" Jenem shook his head, his dusty-red Terran-Syndicate issued battle armor having some dings from the impact.
"Then we still have a problem…" Andrew said gravely, flicking a photo towards the oval-shaped table. It showed Terran-Syndicate soldier on the ground, a bloody mess with a blade stuck in its back…
"Oohoo, big problem…" Psych said cockily. "I've killed plenty of spies before I arrived at this desert, they're just diamond-greedy scumbags, like Agent 3, no offense…"
"None taken…" a French-accented voice rang out, and then a Trog, wearing a business suit appeared out of nowhere.
Name: Agent 3
Role: Spy
"What do we do sir? The spy is still creepin around here, and we don't know who he might have killed as well!" Jenem asked, greatly concerned.
"Don't worry, I got 'em…" a female Trog came in, wearing a leather vest and a machete-scabbard slung around her back, carrying a body dressed in casual clothes.
Name: Ewa Lani
Role: Sniper
"Ahh! Good girl Ewa! I expected you to find and kill that scumbag!" Andrew praised, looking over the human-mercenary after she flung him on the table, his neck slit.
"Not a problem dad, so…what now?" she gave an embarrassed smile, leaning on a wall, her Barrett M82 .50 cal sniper rifle dangling at her waist.
"Everyone gather 'round in a circle and I'll tell ya!" he said simply. Everybody did so, and the doctor projected a holographic top-map of a lumberyard.
"Our rivals have recently acquired this lumberyard, saying that 'they're building more homes for the homeless', but we know what they're really up to!" he began. "So…next week, at seven-thirty eh-em on Wednesday, we'll assault this site, and take it so that we can provide more lebensraum for our men!"
"Sounds easy…" Painkiller smirked, cleaning his Minigun.
"Alright, get some rest and get ready on the preceding day, I don't want any mistakes here!" the doctor ordered, and then leaving the room…
Somewhere in Kokoua Town, Hawaii…
"Yaaaaawwnnn…"
A tie-dye-pants-wearing trog with a thick mane of brown curly/wavy hair that was always brushed back smiled as he swung back and forth in the hammock. "Beautiful dreaaaaaamer…na-na-na-naaaaaah…" He sang, his grey fur calmly brushed by the wind, his very hairy light grey chest being scratched occasionally by the unretractable black claws of his hands. His black eyes had a green tint at the bottom, and he smiled up at the sky before closing his eyes.
"YO! WE GOTTA PROBLEM!"
The hammock spun around rapidly until he flopped out of it, rubbed the side of his head, and stood up. He frowned and looked over at the person approaching him, then got up and slung his backpack onto his back.
Name: Grey Nicholas Pelekai
Role: Scout
"Okay, what in the heck is the racket?" Grey asked.
Approaching him was a white-furred rabbit-like alien in doctor's garb, hopping at full speed towards him. He finally came to a stop, his brownish-tufted tail swishing back and forth as he took deep breaths. "Ran…all the way…have to tell you…have…meeting…NOW…"
Name: Rupert Jacques von Hamsterviel
Role: Medic
Grey nodded and slammed his fist into his palm. "Meeting? Got it. Jump on my back."
Rupert jumped on Grey's back, and the scout rushed across the grass out of his lawn, heading down the sidewalk then leaping through the air onto a catwalk on a high-rise, red-bricked building. He raced across the rooftops, jumping from roof to roof towards a person who was on another rooftop far away, a green-furred being that had hair similar to his, but with pastel tie-dye pants and a definite feminine figure.
"Hey there, dad." Green said. "Uncle Rupe! Ready for the meeting?" She inquired.
Name: Green Kila Pelekai
Role: Pyro
"What's it about?" Grey inquired, frowning slightly. "I was trying to-"
"You can ask him in three…two…"
WOOP! The roof floor flipped and they all were deposited in the room directly below. A smirking, cone-headed experiment with a lot of tattoos on his body in Angelic script smiled as he waved them over to a circular table with his black claws, a belt full to the brim of explosive device triggers on his person.
Name: David Ko'o'oko
Role: Demoman
He was sitting at the table along with a kangaroo-like experiment with bandoliers on his body and a sniper rifle strapped to his back. He had a red band tied around his eyes, but…though he could not see colors, his ability to see in infrared, in the dark and through walls made him an excellent candidate for what he did…
Name: Anzac Aussie
Role: Sniper
Along with him was one final person who commanded quite a bit of attention due to his form. He smiled at everyone, placing them on the table. "Glad to have you here." He said. "I've been working on some…tune-ups for the base." He laughed then, a beautiful sound, his white fur glistening along with the beautiful green tattoos on his form. He was a trog with a blue headband around his head and a knack for tinkering with things. When he wasn't building guns…he made wind chimes. Lovely ones.
Name: Makani Kanoa
Role: Engineer
"We'd better have been called here for a good reason." Grey said.
"Is THIS a good enough reason?" Makani said, tossing a decapitated head of a human mercenary spy onto the table. Grey's eyes widened in horror. Rupert turned green in the face. "We…are being SPIED upon." He told them all.
"By WHO?" Green demanded to know.
Makani rolled his eyes. "Who ELSE but that team led by Dr. Leafgreen?" He remarked.
Dr. Rupert frowned. "Hmm, Ewa Lani included?"
"What are you, president of her fan club?" Grey asked.
"No. That would be YOU." David laughed, tossing a folder onto the table, spilling out photos of Grey at a café with Ewa Lani, chatting it up, laughing a little and an obvious lovesick expression on Grey's face.
"AAAA! How did you?!" Grey gasped.
"Indeed. I know you'd like to f—k her, but she and the others are going to f—k US." David remarked.
"IT WAS ONE COFFEE DATE!" Grey growled angrily, baring his fangs. "OKAY!?! And I didn't know she…" He turned his head to the side.
Didn't know she'd been working for the other side.
"Anyhow, I'm warning all of you to WATCH YOUR BACKS. Tomorrow's the big day, you know, I don't want anything going wrong." Makani said.
But…it most certainly would.
Northern Oregon, Pacific United States…
"Are we all set Yuni?" Leafgreen asked, checking his Medigun.
"Sentries, dispensers and teleporters are all operational!" a yellow-furred Trog that looked a bit like Sparky, but with grass-green eyes, wearing a hard-hat and worker vest, said with pride.
Name: Yuni
Role: Engineer
"Good, keep an eye on your stuff, they may already know what we're going to do…" the tall human warned, arming his Blutsauger.
"C'mon sir! Agent 3 is the best spy you ever created! There's no way they'll be able to figure out what's going on!" Yuni assured him, resting a steel wrench on his shoulder.
"When will I get to blow this place sky-high?!" a blue-furred Trog with red eyes shouted, wearing a Flak-Jacket with crotch and neck cover.
Name: Ehjen
Role: Demoman
"Be patient Ehjen!" Leafgreen replied, keeping a calm, but serious tone. "You will soon, we just need to make sure that everything is going as planned…"
"Umm, dad?" Ewa Lani radioed him.
"Yes?" Leafgreen replied, surprised by the sudden call.
"We got company, incoming from the north…" she chided.
"Ah crap, Ehjen, do it!" he barked.
"HA HA! THEY'RE GONNA NEED SATAN TO GLUE THEM BACK TOGETHER!!" the Trog screamed, pulling out a cylinder-like trigger, and then pushing the red button…