The Legion of Heroes: A Team Fortress 2 FanFiction. Story 1: Flying High Warriors - Chapter 1, Not So Humble Beginnings
Author's Note: I'M BACK! After a few months the story is now back up and running, and will be quick-updating with the lap top. The words after "The Legion of Heroes" in the title also dictate what story this is. Obviously right now it's "Flying High Warriors". It will later change to Mechanical Meanders and then so forth.
Like my other story, this is going to have several orders for different sections. Though with this, there's going to be one for each class; or each class gets their own 50 chapters. Including romance. How? WELL READ IT YOU-
Ahem… Keep polite. Anyways…
Yeah each section of this is going to have 50 chapters. They'll average probably about 5000 words per chapter. So that's 450 X 5000 = 2,250,000 words total… Hurrrr. Whatever, I plan this to last a LONG time.
I've even devised an order for it! These stories are also a bit dark, so I added in some darkness raters going from 1-9, with 1 being the darkest. The numbers in parentheses though describe the darkest ones. The numbers before the class name are the actual order I'm going to write them in. Here's how it will go:
1: Scout (6) – Flying High Warriors
2: Engineer (2) – Mechanical Meanders
3: Spy (7) – Espionage Assassinator
4: Demoman (8) – Catalysts and Inhibitors
5: Medic (5) – Healer's League
6: Soldier (1) – Rocketing Disputes
7: Heavy (9) – Massive Conflicts
8: Pyro (3) – Mysterious Encounters
9: Secret (4) - ?
(Sniper doesn't get one since it's tied in with Scout)
Soldier and engineer are blatantly WAY darker than the other ones. The other ones though are a lot closer together, and not quite as dark.
I really hope that you do enjoy it, because I feel that this was WAY better than the old TF2 Fanfic I had up. Wait a sec-
I forgot to mention, this does bridge off of the old story I wrote, known as Legend of the Demoknight.
TO ANY NEW READERS: PLEASE READ THE STORY FOLLOWING THE LINK BELOW, OTHERWISE SOME OF THIS STORY WON'T MAKE SENSE. JUST SKIM OVER IT, IT SHOULDN'T TAKE VERY LONG.
Link: .net/s/6992017/Tale_Of_Hero_Legend_of_the_Demoknight
Well that's cleared up. Enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Team Fortress 2. That belongs to Gabe Newell. I am not Gabe Newell.
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I didn't know how many thugs were after me, but if I counted I would be dead. All I had on my mind was to keep running. I've been able to win marathons, so it wasn't anything new. I heard gun fire go off as I blazed passed everyone. It wasn't anything new, like I said. I jumped across cars, and over people's heads. It had gained the attention of police, who were now in hot pursuit of both me and my pursuers.
I needed to cross an intersection otherwise the pursuers would make it harder to get to Max. It was a red light, and I saw the walk sign in the nearest intersection going to the left. At the worst time possible, it turned green and the cars revved to get moving. With no other choice, I climbed up the traffic light pole, and I was on top. Bullets scraped my clothes. One barely collided with my arm. It stung, but I didn't care. If I didn't keep moving a bullet might just get me somewhere worse. I jumped off the end of the pole while running, and jumped again in midair. I don't know how I double jump, but I manage to do it.
Anyways, I jump over the pole and double jump making it to the street light. I was still running, so that counted. I repeated the same process getting to the other side of the street. I had crossed the corner by running on the street lights. The tall skyscraper now was in my view.
There wasn't enough time to get there though with all the soldiers on my ass. The bullets whirred by my head as I kept fleeing for my life. I ran into the office building not giving a damn about what the security or anyone else thought. I ran up the steps not waiting for anything. Once I was on the fifth floor, I exited the stairwell and charged at a window that was facing an apartment building. From there it would only be a few blocks before I got to the Empire State Building. I took out my pistol, shot a window. The glass broke into a large hole. I jumped through that window and shot out another window. I did my midair jump and safely got into the other building.
Just when I was headed for the window in that building another dozen thugs come out of the stair well and start unloading on me. I only had one way to run, and that was backwards. I could make it to the street light, but it was a massive jump and a huge risk. With nowhere else to run, I pivoted and launched myself out of the window down 40 feet. I midair jumped and managed to get to the streetlight. I wrapped my arms around the steel, and slid down safely. The Empire State building was a few blocks away. I was running down 5th avenue when I spotted another limousine full of soldiers. How many are there?
Thinking I quickly I ran into the nearby office building and ran up all the way to the roof. I found the air vents and immediately squirmed into it. I had to do everything I could to get these soldiers away from me.
I squirmed around in the vents until I saw several soldier pour in through to front door, and interrogating the frantic owner of the building. He went behind his desk when they were done, and they started searching everywhere.
Three years have passed and still the adrenaline of being hunted down hasn't changed. I should explain some facts.
Three years ago, the war between the RED and BLU companies ceased their fighting. Things were low-key for a year, but apparently a BLU agent stuck its nose into RED's business. They started bickering around with each other until a year later when they announced they were fighting again. This time they have a supplier since they can't pay for the weapons easily. A company called Mann Co. supplies weapons, and they've taken up supervising the war so it doesn't get "out of hand".
They started recruiting people again by the dozens, looking for the same characteristics for classes just as in the last war. However, we had been brought up by Mann Co. as the strongest soldiers to be in the past war. We were the only ones too. Maximillion Voncher, and me, Matt Tamolli. We were great friends…
They asked several times to join them in the war, and we turned them down each time until we received a warning that they would hunt us down until we cooperated. We ignored that. Ever since then we've been on the run, and it brought us from one coast to the other in the US. I've been taking most of the heat due to my athletic ability, and my more adequate guns for close range. Sniper is quite grateful for it actually.
He was cooped up in the Empire State building on the top second to top floor. No one but me knew he was there; which was a good thing if I could get all these guards off my tail.
I sat in the vents motionless until the coast was clear. I dropped in from the ceiling without making a noise. The store owner saw me. He must be surprised to see a 20 year old (still young adult looking) person drop out of the air vents dressed in only a white t-shirt and shorts. I dashed off in track of the Empire state building.
Needless to say, I was spotted again. How many damn watchmen and soldiers are there?
They chased me into a clothing store that was just a sprint's distance from the skyscraper. Everyone started panicking when they saw dozens of armed soldiers run into the store hunting me down. I dashed through isles of clothing and jewelry. The pungent smell of perfume dazed me. I was stalled due to bashing into a person.
It was too late. I was surrounded by the men with all guns pointed at me.
"Stay right where you are and come peacefully," one of the men demanded. I looked around at the number. I put my hands down behind my back. I rarely used this shot, because of fear that I would get addicted. I stuck the adrenaline shot unseen behind my back. Immediately my mind shot off. I dashed through the crowd dodging bullets. They immediately stopped firing in fear that someone other than me was going to get hurt. I ran up the escalator. Soon I was in the pottery section. It wasn't all clothing apparently. I saw a perfect display cabinet.
I slipped into it without being noticed. The men disbanded in order to find me. I was having trouble containing myself due to the adrenaline shot.
I knew I would be found, so I took out my scattergun in preparation. This had gone on too long.
I waited an interminable minute until I started hearing large footsteps. My heart raced as I knew what was coming my way. I prepared myself.
As the cabinet doors swept open, I rammed my scattergun into him and fired. He went flying back with the force, and the crashing glass and clay signaled where I was. Jumping out the cabinet, I sweep kicked one of the soldiers and shot another one getting in the way. I jumped over the escalator bar and flew down the open area. I did my double jump to avoid getting hurt. I dashed out of the store eagerly running to get to the skyscraper.
Needless to say, I was spotted AGAIN. They really are going full scale. I was forced into a building right beside the massive tower, and was forced up eight flights of stairs. At the end, I had back trotted shooting down all the soldiers. I thought that was it when I finally rested in a bathroom.
It was too late when the door swung open and a soldier in a hazmat suit was there. I was too late to reach my scattergun. I tried to punch him but he grabbed hold of my hands. He took out a large canister and took off the top. His unforgiving eyes were that of a pyro's as he shoved both of my hands into the canister.
It had to by hydrochloric acid. My hands burned more than they ever would have due to fire. I screamed and hollered in pain. It was tactical. I couldn't wield a gun if my hands hurt too much to hold one. I knew right then and there, after 14 attempts, that I was defeated. The hazmat man handcuffed me above my hands so they would not sting. At least that was one thing nice about him…
As we stepped outside, I think sniper may have heard me scream somehow. I think my walky-talky was on. Because the next thing I know, the man gets shot in the head out of nowhere, and plops dead. I quickly realized, and held my hands in the air. Soon the cuffs were broken and another band of soldiers were headed my way.
My hands hurt furiously, but I had to ignore them. The Empire state building had guards, and they would stop anyone armed without authority. I snuck in out of sight. I had adopted tactics by watching spies.
When the men tried to enter, they were immediately stopped by a wall of massive, hulking security men. They argued, and I snuck into the elevator room. I used my foot to press the buttons since my hands were so burnt up. They were horrifying. The acid had peeled the skin away, and deep red flesh was showing in its place.
I sighed in woe as the door opened up to the 2nd to top floor.
The address was 27134. I bashed my head against the door, and soon enough sniper opened it.
"Wow scout. You made it mate. I was thinkin' you were gonn- HOLY SWEET DOOLEY!" he screamed in horror as he saw my hands. "What the bloody hell happened?"
"The man you sniped dipped them in hydrochloric acid… Thanks for shootin' him down," I said.
"Don't mention it…" he moaned.
"Sniper. I'm throwing in the towel," I told him.
"What?" he asked in shock.
"This is the fourteenth time, and I'm not going to walk away unhurt this time. They're determined, and I don't want to get hurt any more than I already am hurt. Can you understand that?" I asked. He was silent for a seconds.
"Yeah… I guess. You're sure?"
"Yes."
"Then we need to call them. I still remember their number."
…
I didn't like to dress for anything. I felt that shorts and a hat were all a man needed to be decent, and I was more of a man than anyone else.
The meeting was today, on discussing some of the new tactics. I convinced the administrators to finally settle down and handle things in a more business like matter.
A recent issue had been recurring. We didn't have enough people willing to fight. The original problem had gotten a lot wider and people are afraid to fight for those reasons.
The economic boom may have helped America, but it certainly put a dent in the mercenary business. Less people were poor in other hand. It may have seemed corrupt, but it was the way we made our living.
I sat down at the head of the table while the BLU and RED men/women sat opposite to each other, avoiding eye contact at all costs. I waited till all the seats were filled until I opened up.
"Greetings gentlemen. It seems we got some problems," I stated.
"Indeed Mr. Hale. We're very angered about some of the weapons quality. Can't you supply us with more modernized weapons? These don't kill fast enough and break down too easily. Plus they don't hold as much ammo as they should," one of the BLU men complained. Soon people joined in until I needed to step in.
"Metal doesn't grow on trees ya know. They're mined by men and there's only so much of it. These weapons cost a lot to make, so shut the bloody hell up or else I'll force you to," I threatened. I felt adding violence made things more effective. The argument was quickly silenced.
"Mr. Hale… We recently received a call from Maximillion Voncher," the RED administrator stated.
"Who is he again? Sounds Australian," I thought. Probably a sniper.
"He was one of the two survivors from the first war. After several attempts, he and Matt Tamolli are going to fight in the war. They were the most skilled people for their time. Max is a Sniper and Matt is a Scout," she replied. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a bit of sorrow in the BLU administrator's eyes.
"Okay, so?" I asked.
"We've been in debate on who should get who," the RED administrator said. Both the RED and BLU administrators closed their fists tightly together.
"Anything?" I asked. They shook their heads. "Then let them decide! Arguin' won't get anything done," I flatly said. They looked at each other peculiarly.
"They'll choose the same team! We need to divide it equally so that one team gets one super soldier!" the BLU administrator exclaimed.
"Alright… Then who wants who?" I asked.
"Max," they both proclaimed in unison. Realizing that, they quickly responded, "Matt!"
"Okay. You know what? You are Matt," I said pointing at the BLU administrator. "You are Max!" I exclaimed pointing at the RED one. "Flip a coin to see who gets the first choice by me." I took out a coin, and flipped it in the air. RED called heads. It landed tails.
"Alright. So this first choice goes to BLU," I said. "Okay… here we go. Ene-mene-minie-moe. Catch a cheetah by the toe. If he hollers kill him now, ene-mene-minie-moe." I stopped pointing at the RED administrator.
"Alright. RED will get Max, and BLU will get Matt. It's settled. No it's, if's, and's, but's, or or's," I proclaimed. Everyone nodded.
"On a related note Mr. Hale," said a voice from the other side of the room. "On the topic of recruits, we've been struggling to find them, and it's getting more costly to bring them in. They're starting to be found in areas as far as China. These tickets cost several thousands of dollars, and if we don't find ways to handle this situation, this operation would go completely bankrupt." I was silent for a moment. "Mr. Hale?"
"Shut up damnit. I'm thinking," I groaned. This wasn't good. If it costs too much money to get soldiers, than this entire business was pointless and a waste of time. "Can we get back on this subject for the next schedules appointment?"
"No sir. The next appointment is weeks away. If this issue is not dealt with we could be dealing with bankruptcy in a few days if we don't get more sponsors," the lawyer answered.
"Bloody hell… Does anyone have ANY ideas to help with this calamity?" I asked. No hands were raised. Just then one hand two seats away from the BLU administrator raised her hand.
"Yes miss?" I asked.
"Well… This may sound kind of pointless… but all the people we can find that are suited for the job… are men," she started. An immediate uproar was caused, but I settled it.
"Go on?" I asked.
"Many applications from women have shown up, faking their identity as men. These people are closer than you'd expect; most of them in the U.S. in fact. It would cost them only the worth of train tickets to get here. We'd save large amounts of money," she replied. People around the table started to become interested.
"That's outrageous. This war has been nothing except honorable including the men fighting it. Women shall not interfere with this fighting. Besides, I think they would distract all the men fighting," the RED administrator complained.
"I don't think there'll be any love spread around when their lives are in danger every day," the BLU administrator countered.
"And what do you know about this, miss newcomer?" the RED administrator interrogatively asked.
"I'm saying that women won't have an effect on battle," she replied, clenching her fists.
"Trust me. I know the soldiers. They would not like this-"
"Who cares what the soldiers think? We are in an economic crisis and we need every morsel of money we can get."
"This will corrupt the battlefield! Anyone who won't disagree will become infatuated with lust and all this-"
"I'm serious! This won't-"
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. "THIS ISN'T GETTING ANYWHERE!" There was silence.
"I'm the one with more expertise! There shall be no women-"
"No. The women will be included," I over ruled.
"But Mr. Hale-"
"NO BUT'S. If women don't get involved, we lose everything. But to compromise, we will keep looking for male soldiers. We'll have to get more money savvy, and need to start looking for more donors and sponsors. I want all of you to start working on that now. From now on, the RED and BLU companies will start accepting female applications. Mann Co. will now start designing outfits for females as well as adding expansions to your current bases to house nine more soldiers. It will be pricey, but it will save us a fortune." The room was silent.
"You are all dismissed," I said, gritting my teeth. The RED administrator was the last to leave. She was clearly displeased. She left the room silently.
The BLU administrator emerged from where she was.
"Thanks for standing up for me Saxton," she started off.
"It wasn't a problem. I liked the idea from the start," I had told. Secretly, the BLU administrator had realized this and told one of her men to bring up the solution. I was going to defend it unless everyone else overruled. We walked down the corridor heading to my office.
"So what is the case on Max and Matt?" she asked.
"I'm not sure. They probably won't die. It's good and bad," I told her.
"How so?" she asked.
"Good as it will raise us large amounts of money. Bad…"
"Hm?"
"The RED administrator did raise a good point. Max and Matt will probably get comfortable to the environment of war, and safe since they are so powerful. What I'm worried is that, like she said, is that they will start to fall in love with any of them. I think that is what she was primarily concerned about."
"I see her reasoning…" She leaned on me. "But I know men. The good ones will not get distracted from their business even with a spouse in the middle."
"I'm not sure… I'm just not sure on this one…"
…
We were going to be picked up at a train station at the uptown area.
When we got there the train was there, waiting for us. It was made of 4 cars; one half blue, and the other red. It was a bit self-explanatory which one was for which team.
"Hello Matthew Tamolli and Maximillion Voncher. Max is to be assigned to the RED cabin, while Matt is in the BLU," he said.
"Wait-? We're being split up!" I asked.
"Yes," he flatly said.
"Damnit why I oughta-!" I said, pulling up my sleves.
"Scout don't get mad. It's no use," Sniper reminded. I grunted and took my spot in the blue cabin. They were apparently expecting more members to come in; apparently 4. I didn't know they had so many casualties. I had a walky-talky though with sniper.
"Sniper… I have to wait for 4 more people. What about you?"
"Only 3. When did the demand get so high?" My face immediately went blank as I saw someone emerge from the corner. "Sniper… why is there a damn woman here?"
"What? You're lyin' aren'tcha?"
"No… A RED scout is headed your way," I told him.
"You're right…"
"Have yours on. I'll need to hear this." He stuffed his walky-talky in his pocket, and I remained quiet.
"Ey, what's up?" she asked. She sounded a bit older than me, considering she was a scout.
"G-day. Where are you comin' from?" sniper asked.
"Just the end of the line…"
"C'mon… don't be afraid to be open." I knew sniper was trying to get as much information out of her as possible.
"Well… my family died… by the hands of an arsonist."
"Aw, that's a shame. I've been through 'lot worse."
"I don' think there's too much worse than that, considering I got a few third-degree burns." She sounded a bit irritated with him.
"Calm down lad. Didn't mean to make ya mad." She growled and then took her seat.
"Bit of a bitch isn't she?" I asked. I didn't like the idea of women serving in the war… It was unethical. A waste of money too, since they're probably not as good at us.
"Oi… I think she's mainly mad though."
"Whatever. Hope she dies."
"Scout!"
"What?"
"That's a bit brash don'tcha think?"
"Whatever. Women shouldn't be in this war." Sniper growled, and then silenced his walky-talky.
"What the hell man!" I shouted. No response. Well fine! He'll be fine in a bit… I'm sure he'll come to his senses.
As I waited, another pyro got on sniper's car, and a spy too. Both of them male. Along the line a new face emerged, and it was a female. I immediately rolled my eyes and looked into my book.
"G-day. Which car one am I on?" she asked. How the hell did she not know which car it was? They're painted the colors of their team!
"What's your name miss?" the conductor asked. Right… They know our names…
"Laura Arland."
"Okay. You are assigned to the blue cabin."
"Thanks mate." She walked in, and I actually didn't get a good look at her first. She had long blonde hair, tied at the end of her hair, and was wearing the same hat that sniper has. She was dressed in visually uncomfortable clothing that probably exaggerated her looks. She was about my height, and extremely skinny. I just kept to myself and my book.
By the time we departed only one more BLU heavy had boarded. I had fallen asleep by then.
I woke up immediately to a tapping on my shoulder. I immediately took out my bat, and smacked whoever it was. I didn't clear up my eyes before doing so…
The look across my face was clearly embarrassed. Fortunately the heavy was sitting in the back completely asleep, and in his wonder land. She grabbed my shirt and brought me to her face, and she was extremely mad.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!" she yelled. Her Australian accent was gone? She quickly covered her mouth and blushed. "I mean… What the bloody 'ell was that for?"
"I- I-" I stuttered before she punched me across the face. For someone quite skinny, she had a powerful right hook.
"Why the 'ell did you do that!" she screamed again. I tried to stammer an apology until she punched me again. God damn! Why did she keep doing this? And why did it hurt so much? I got up yelling and ready to punch her. That woke the heavy up with a scream.
"Stop little fighting!" he said pushing into our fight. I was about ready to punch her back. "Team cannot punch other team man!"
"And why not?" I asked. Gritting my teeth. I think my nose was going to bleed.
"Because team must support each other! If not, we die. Simple as that," he said, in his strong Russian accent. We were all silent for a few seconds. My nose was bleeding now…
"Damnit I need some tissues!" I yelled angrily.
"Where's my bloody stuff?" she angrily said.
"Ugh…" the heavy moaned. Suddenly the walky-talky turned on once I was away from everyone.
"Sorry for bein a grump scout. Just be a bit more open."
"I'm not havin a good time…"
"How so mate?"
"A female sniper got on before we left… And she woke me up probably trying to ask me something. I hit her in the face with my bat, and then we started a fight."
"What happened?"
"Well I didn't realize that we were fighting, so I got punched twice in the face before the heavy tries to stop the fighting. It's kind of annoying when she got the first punch and I didn't even-"
"Scout, you got your ass handed to you didn't you?"
"How did-"
"I'm just messin' with ya mate." I was actually worried there. I did get my ass handed to me, quite badly too.
"Well my nose is bleeding since she punched me twice."
"Sure it wasn't anything else?"
"YES. DON'T GET ANY FUCKING FUNNY IDEAS!" I had yelled a bit too loud.
"Be quiet over there ya bloody parker!" she yelled from the other side of the train.
"Oi she sounds a bit fussy."
"She's annoying."
"She sounds fine."
"Not to me."
"That's cause you're thickheaded."
"What do you mean, I'm thickheaded?"
"You're not willing to open up to others. Not even yourself."
"That is not true!"
"Don't lie to yourself scout. You really are just a bit clogged up in the noggin!"
"NO!" I hung up after that. I grunted angrily to myself… I know what is right and what is wrong… He just doesn't know what he's talking about.
…
I was reading my magazine when I heard scout yell something, AGAIN. He yells way too much. He's a jerk too. I'm not going to cover his ass out there on the battlefield, no matter what the preacher heavy says.
Unfortunately I forgot to fake my accent that one time… I hope he doesn't figure that out, otherwise he'll go blabbing it to the heads and I'll get kicked out for sure.
I stifled a bit in my position. I knew I should have chosen a different suit. It felt a bit too tight on me. I still felt like I was going through puberty, even at 20.
I just needed to keep my cover and seem adult, and Australian. I couldn't have people thinking that I was actually from Los Angeles. I was very adult looking, but not quite as adult acting. I still felt like a teen inside.
I always very subconscious. I didn't want anyone to look at me like a whore, but my natural appearance just throws it out to the world. I was always asked out to dates in high school. I never liked any of them though since they were all jerks.
I have slightly tanned skin, a slender body, a tall buildup, long hair, blonde hair, big breasts, and a big butt too. I feel embarrassed sometimes about it, and I really try to hide it. The clothes I was wearing did as good as a job as they could, but I feel that I'll always be a gazing glory to all these men out here… I didn't want to be viewed as a porn star.
That said, I hope no one gets a crush on me. I came here to fight because I had nothing left. I was broke and abandoned from the start. I was adopted, but at college, my new parents died in a plane crash. I'm here to just live until I die… Which is ultimately what will happen with whoever comes here.
If I somehow do manage to get out, I think I'll just live privately somewhere dislocated from everyone in the world. A place where people can't find me, and they can't judge me.
I fell asleep. The train ride was going to be a full 24 hours, so I might as well get as much sleep out of it as I can. The monotonous engine of the train really helped.
Of course, I woke up when scout yelled out again.
"SHUT UP DAMNIT!" I yelled, still maintaining the Australian accent. He groaned loudly, but still went back to what he was murmuring about. What was he doing anyways? There's no internet on this train, so how could he be on a webcam?
I snuck up behind him and sneakily peered over the seat. He was talking into a walky-talky.
"Look, I don't care man. Yes really! What the heck do you think? Yeah, yeah okay. I feel like this is driving a stake between us. Just this situation… I mean we were such great friends from the war… and now this business of women getting involved just screwed it up. I know. Let's just wipe the slate and start over. Alright. Sleep well," he said. I didn't expect him to finish so soon, and he turned around to see me peering over.
"AGH WHAT THE FUCK!" he yelled.
"Woah just calm down scout!" I said. I still held up the Australian accent. "Uh… Who was that? And what's with this war?"
"That was a friend. And this is none of your business."
"Oh come on? You can't tell me?"
"No! Not after you gave me a nosebleed and punched me twice!" He turned away and walked to the front of the cabin, away from where I was sitting. Oh he would open up in due time. He would open up…
…
Well then, that's that for a first chapter. I feel really excited about this.
Two more chapters until I will work on a new chapter for my other story. If my mind gets stale I'll write a chapter for a reserve story I have specifically set up.
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