Finally i get to upload my story! I love Team Fortress 2 so much i decided to write my own original storyline using the characters and settings. NOTE: TF2 and the classes/settings are all copyright of the Valve Corporation. Note that i do use an original character later and i'm only uploading one chapter for now. If i get positive reviews i'll upload more.
Well, that's enough of that, read and enjoy!
Chapter 1: Meet the BLU Team
Bullets soared through the air as a portion of the BLU team crossed the rickety wooden bridge that connected their base to the base of the REDs.
"Run, run I'm coming for you!!" the BLU's Heavy Weapons Guy roared over the sound of his revved Minigun.
"I am nearly charge comrade!" his ally Medic shouted while trailing behind.
A RED Sniper poked his head out from his nest up on the battlements of his base and scoped in on the unsuspecting BLU Heavy's giant cranium.
"Steady, steady…" he whispered to himself as he lined up the shot.
His head suddenly burst in to a glorious red mist, and his lifeless corpse fell at the Heavy's feet just below. Both he and the Medic looked back at their based and saw their own Sniper tipping his hat to them.
The Medic's attention was turned back to the battle when he heard his Medi-Gun make a low static humming. He looked up at the Heavy and smirked, "I am ready to charge herr Heavy!" he shouted. The Heavy faced the enemy base once again and revved his Minigun.
The BLU Scout suddenly appeared right next to the pair and spun his pistol around his finger.
"Yo, so we just gonna stand here all day or are we gonna get to work?" he asked sarcastically.
Both the Heavy and Medic gave the young man a stern look, "Zat is vat ve vere about to do until you interrupted us!" the Medic yelled in aggravation.
"Alright, so what's the plan doc?" the Scout questioned impatiently, he didn't like staying in one place for too long.
"Dumpkoff! Must I explain everysing to you!" the Medic growled. "Heavy unt I vill go in first, unt vunce I haff deployed ze Ubercharge, you vill run past us unt head for ze enemy intelligence!" he explained.
The Scout holstered his Pistol and opted to use his Scattergun for the mission. He loaded a few rounds in to it and looked over at the Medic, "Ready when you are doc."
Just below them in the RED sewers stood the BLU's Demoman, Spy, Soldier, and Pyro. The Demoman opened a secret pocket in his flak jacket and pulled a small bottle of hard liquor from it. He quickly down its contents and tossed the bottle in to the water at his feet.
The Spy rolled his eyes and took a puff of his cigarette. "Why do you insist on drinking at vital moments on ze battlefield? Eeet eez going to get eizer you or us keeled one of zeez days." He commented in disapproval.
The Demoman grinned devilishly at his colleague, "Quit yer frettin' boyo, ah know what ahm doin' when I get drunk. You just worry aboot yer job an' ahll worry aboot mine!" was all he had to say on the subject.
"Will you maggots stop with your sissy quarrel and turn your attention to more important matters!?" the Soldier scorned.
The three then started to shout and bicker with each other, and the BLU Pyro stood there in silence as his allies quarreled with each other. When they finally finished, they advanced further in to the sewers until they eventually reached a staircase which led up in to their enemy's base.
"All right men, when Medic's uber is depleted, it will be up to us to provide back up. We've been planning this day for months. So let's not let our Leader down and secure make sure that intel gets to her hands!" the Soldier told the others.
The Spy flipped open his disguise kit and sorted through the various disguises until he came across one he liked. He burst in to a cloud of blue smoke, and when it dissipated he was disguised as a RED Pyro.
"Spy, what do you think you're doing? This is not part of the plan!" the Soldier shouted at him.
The Spy flicked his cigarette at him and laughed, "Do you sink I am going to sit here and miss all ze fun?" he then activated his wrist watch and disappeared in a flash.
"Damn it Spy, if you screw this up I'll make sure that they'll have to send what's left of you home to your momma in a box!" he shouted after the invisible rogue.
"Ah, ferget aboot him. Now let's wait fer Heavy and Medic to come chargin' through the front door." the Demoman advised, and he and the rest of his team mates laid low until they would be needed.
Meanwhile, the Heavy, Medic, and Scout had just entered through the front door. The Heavy yelled aloud as his Minigun whirred, but was surprised to find no resistance in the immediate vicinity. As they continued onward their ears caught the familiar beeping noise of a sentry gun. The Scout cautiously crept forward and as he rounded the corner to the inner courtyard, he spotted two fully upgraded sentries overlooking it.
He looked back at his team mates and held two fingers up, then pointed in the directions where they were located.
The Heavy looked over his shoulder and had a wide grin on his face, "Charge me doctor!!" he shouted as he advanced forward. With a simple flick of a small switch on his Medi-Gun, both the Medic and Heavy were engulfed in a metallic coat of goop which made them impervious to any sort of physical harm.
The Heavy mimicked the sounds of his Minigun with his lips as the bullets tore through the sentry emplacements. The Scout dashed past him and headed up a flight of stairs at their front. He darted across the wooden floor above and leapt through an open doorway which led down to the inner sanctum of the base.
The Medic looked down at the meter on his Medi-Gun and realized that they had only precious seconds of invulnerability left. The Heavy destroyed the last sentry just as the uber ran out.
"We make good team!" he complimented to the Medic, who gave him a thumbs up in response.
Their victory was short lived however when a RED Soldier appeared on a ledge just above them. He loaded a rocket in to the barrel of his Rocket Launcher and aimed it at his foes.
"Say goodnight maggots!" he shouted, and the BLU Heavy and Medic braced themselves for death.