B.L.A.C.K Team : Foundation
Well, I've dropped the hole '' '' stuff, and am now writing my second fanfiction, wich I hope, will be more appreciated and will obtain more views. So, on with the show. Exept for my OC's, everything in the fanfic is the property of Gabe Newell and Valve.
Chapter 1 : Meet the striker...on a battlefield
Red Striker POV
Dammit, my head hurts. Also, the fact that I am under a pile of metal isn't helping me either. I try to get up, and easily get rid of all the rubble on me. Hell has broken all around me. The buildings are on fire, I can hear screams. I'm still wondering what sent me under that pile of s..t. Ah, yes, it must be that explosion, These damn robots have been attacking us for hours, and each wave gets more and more difficult. This wave was particularly hard. God sakes. The Heavy Bot must have a malfunction. They usually deploy the bomb when there near the hatch. But this b...d made it blow up in the midst of us. I need to find the others, but first, my gun...right, I found it. My good old combat rifle. I start searching the ruins of the old base. I was with the Heavy and the Medic when the explosion occurred. I wonder about a bit, and finally find the Russian, but he is dead. He lies on the ground, like a huge bear who's been fatally wounded. His eyes are wide open and his tongue is sticking out. But where is the medic ? He's lying a few feet away. I hope he is only unconscious, or we won't stand a chance without him. My worst fears are confirmed when I see that a HUGE chunk of his head is missing. Damn Sniper Bots ! I fall on my knees. Although I have been trough quite a lot of desperate situations in my life, and manage to survive them, I am a 100 per cent sure I won't survive that one. Oh, crap, I shouldn't be thinking this. I'll fight to the end ! I'll send all these tin cans to hell ! Anyway, I thought that the Administrator was too intelligent to send us in a place where there was NO respawn and where every death was permanent. I was wrong. We were packed off to Alaska at dawn. It seemed she gave that order hastily, for we where supposed to be in New Mexico that day, on another Capture the Flag, in that most boring base near the town of Teufort. I think that even she had to rearrange her planing, for she seemed quite agitated when we saw her at the lift-off. Nothing was prepared when we arrived in that old Mann Co base. There was snow everywhere, it was so cold we where afraid that her weapons would malfunction. And there was no respawn ! I knew that it would finish like this. Now with the doctor and the juggernaut down, the team was in the deep s..t. Suddenly, I hear someone call me :
''Blake, Blake, where are ye !
-Over here Alistair.''
Alistair is the team's demoman, and my closest friend in this place. All thought his life, he's been going on and forth between his homeland and America. His family's been implicated in the hole RED-BLU war since the 1960's. His grandfather was the demoman of the RED team, then it was his father's turn, and now it was him who had to take up the family business.
''Whot tha'hell happened ta ya, lad ? We all heard some loud explosion ?
-A Heavy Bot put his bomb in the middle of us, I'm the only survivor, Heavy and Medic are dead.
-What ! The doc is dead ? Aoooh, tis'bad. I hope old Drake has his dispenser up, or we won't have access to healing anymore.
-Where are the others ?
-At the spawn, defending that damn hatch.
-Alright. Lead the way, my friend.
The two of us quickly reached the place were-supposedly-the Australium was stacked. Suddenly, a soldier jumped in front of us :
''Where were you maggots ? And why aren't the Heavy and the Medic with you ?
-They're dead, I replied.
-What !? Do you mean...oh, anyway they will respawn.
-Soldier, if you read the piece of paper whe were given, it said the mission was ''suicidal to the extreme'' . .RESPAWN !
-Yo, what's up ?
-We're down two members for ever.
-Medic and Heavy ?
-Yep.
-Aww, man.
Very quickly, all the other mercs knew what had happened. At first, there was silence for at least 5 minutes. Each mercenary was preparing for the wave to come. Then suddenly, the Scout started to cry. The Pyro went towards him, and tried to say something to the runner, who understood what he meant, even the Pyro's voice was muffled by it's mask :
-Huddah, Huddah ?
-Because I'm scared, Pyro !
-Hu ?
-Don't you realise we're going to die ? There's no respawn, the doc and the fat-ass are down and there is more than a thousand robots who are coming towards us at this very minute. We're doomed ! The only option is death ! I want to see my mother !
Then, all the other mercs started saying things, of how the administrator was cruel, that she was stupid, using them as cannon fodder. Some others stood up for her and said that without her, they were like sitting ducks, and it wasn't necessarily her fault if even she had little information about the facility. The discussion quickly reached a climax ; at that point, two factions formed : one who were for fighting the robots, and another one who was for dumping the whole affair and revolting against the administrator and her filthy decisions. For my part, I was in the fist faction, being myself a bit of a hot-head. We were about to get into a punch-up, when a very grave and profound voice made itself heard :
''Will ya shut up, for Sam Will's sake. Y'all look ridiculous. Look at yourselves. The enemy is at our doors, and all you're thinking about is having a fight.''
It was Drake Conhager, our teams engineer, and the oldest of us ( He must be in his fifties ).
Then the scout started to speak :
''But why should we fight for someone who's sending us to immanent death for a pile of metal ? She sends us to the slaughter just for money ! She doesn't value human lives at all ! She's a damn b...h, and I'm not working for her ! I'm gonna quit !
-Now listen to me, son ! Ah know the administrator was hard on that point, but do ya know what is in that hatch ? Australium. One of the most rare metals in the world ! And hell knows what could the person directing these blasted robots do with it ! Plus of all, she pays you at least one or two millions per year ! So why shouldn't you fill your part of the contract, you damn little brat !
-d-don't call me a brat, you old thing !
-Well, A'm sorry, but even if you aren't one in your body, ya still are one in your head. All of those who don't want to fight are ungrateful ! Spah, still a coward as usual...
-Ta geule, fils de...
-You said you were the best, although when the administrator hired you were a wanted man in several countries, including your own, but the administrator was kind enough to ''erase'' your case from their records.
The spy hung his head. It was true.
-Sniper, before you were hired, your job as a marksman was barely enough to pay the bills, I even heard that you lived in a shack in the outback. And now look at you : You live in one of the most luxurious apartments in Sidney, and your reputation as a marksman has multiplied by ten.
The sniper growled. That was true as well.
-But careful, A'm not saying that those who want to fight are right as well : I can see that most of the hot-heads have taken part here. We must fight, yes, but not like like crazed gunmen with no brains, Soldier, never ceasing to be the most fervent patriot in the whole group, as I can see...
-Always serving the country, maggot...
-And then, the inseparable pair of Brits, Demoman and Striker. I thought that you two were a bit more careful than going like mad dogs into battle, particularly when being survivors of the plague. Striker, I'm still wondering how ya managed to battle the undead in London and survive while being such a madcap ; and to think you started at 16 ! Demoman, still charging your enemies like a 12th century knight, and you didn't even get bitten ! But beware, even if you didn't get into trouble until now, it doesn't mean you could get out unscathed in the future. Be careful during the next wave. Have I been understood ? Good, now, let's go back to what we were doing.''
We were about to go back to prepare for the next wave, when he interrupted us one last time :
''Oh, and I'll need one of you to go inside the old upgrade station, and try and phone up the administrator with the old radio set.
-I'll go, said the scout.
-Alright''
And thus, the hour went on. We were starting to wonder if the robots hadn't retreated, when the alarm blared off, and we could see, near the entrance of the facility, which was surrounded by some rusty metallic, with some equally rusty barbed wire on top of it.
''Merde.
-Shit.
-Shitey.
-Crikey.
-Son of a b...g tin cans...
-Hummpff...
-Aww man...
-What in the name of Sam Hill...
For thirty seconds, we were stunned, dumbfounded. The soldier was the first to react :
''Alright, maggots, lets crack some robot skull.
Drake snapped out of his jaw opened, startled state. He then started giving orders :
''Alright, Pyro, Soldier, you try and stop them if they get pass the gate, I will support you from the building, which is just next to it, and which has the logo of the Builders League United on it. My sentry will take down the most resistant of them, and ya will be able to get supplies and health at my dispenser. Remember, you must not get killed. Demo, you'll be in same place as my buildings. I'm counting on you to move up, if they manage to go through Soldier and Pyro, and give them some nasty surprises. Sniper, you will provide backup, from that tall building over here. Striker, you'll patrol in the same sector as him. I want ya ta shoot any Spah Bots or other Bots who managed to slip through our defences. Spah, just do your usual stuff. And scout, continue to try and join the administrator.
-Right and clear, Engie. Alright guys, we move out, I said.
-Let's do it !, yelled Alistair.
-And don't forget boys, give 'em HELL !
Well that's it. The first chapter of a new series in the TF2 verse. If you are wondering when it happens, it takes place 50 years after the original story. As for why I've called it B.L.A.C.K Team, you'll see in the next chapters.
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