A/N: Hullo everybody, I'm back! I had this awesome idea (more of a test) that I haven't seen anybody else do, so why not throw ATLAS and P-Body into the madcap world of Tuefort?! Great idea, right? They respawn like the mercs, and they are orange (close enough) and blue. Onto the story!

"Veeeeeeery good. You two are really starting to become a strong team." GLaDOS addressed the android testers, voice dripping with sarcasm. The two bots in question, however, didn't seem to care and high-fived at the completion of another test chamber before allowing the reassembly machined take them to the next chamber. However, the pair was not reassembled in another test chamber, but in a large, non-portal-friendly room.

"Orange, Blue, I have received a letter regarding your new, well, jobs. To me, it sounds like torture beyond belief," GLaDOS paused and observed the uneasiness in their eyes. "Remember what I told you about war? That is where you are going." GLaDOS chuckled as both ATLAS and P-Body's glowing eyes shrank in fear and the two bots began to shake. "I almost declined, but I have 4999 other teams to test on. You two were in last anyway. Orange, in particular, was the lowest of the 10000 testing robots." Blue did a small fist pump, still shaking. "Goodbye" was they last the cooperative bots heard before they promptly exploded.

-At the BLU Base, Tuefort-

The nine mercenaries were seated at a long table, feasting on a meal of barbecue ribs and mashed potatoes after securing a victory over RED. At the table, a large muscular man, referred to by his fellow men-in-arms as 'Heavy' was conversing in a Russian accent and broken English with the man seated across from him, who replied in a heavy German accent. This man was the team's field medic, simply called 'Medic', who had played a major role in the capture of the intelligence during the day's battle. Next to him sat a slightly thinner and taller Australian man, the Sniper, arguing with the mercenary seated across from him, who spoke in a French accent and seemed to have a slight bit more formality than his colleagues, who was known as the Spy. Down the table, a figure dressed in a blue, fireproof, full body suit, a flame insignia on one shoulder. The person had a gasmask that was pulled up ever so slightly to allow eating, but other than that, no skin showed. The person, called the Pyro, listened intently to a story the team's Engineer was telling about the fight with the opposing team's Spy over a sentry. Next to the Engineer sat the Scout. Scout was the youngest of the nine fighters, but also the fastest, and the least well behaved. In a verbal throw-down with Scout was the Soldier, the most patriotic American (in his opinion) who ever lived. The soldier had a round blue helmet that covered his eyes and a blue jacket to match with grenades strapped across it. Next to soldier was the demolition expert, known as the Demoman, who was currently passed out, the Scotsman's face plastered with mashed potatoes, unfinished bottle of alcohol in hand.

The next day, instead of the Administrator announcing the beginning of the day's battle, she announced that the day was to be a cease fire to allow each team to welcome its new class.

"Heavy think team have enough babies" Heavy concluded, nudging Scout, who retorted rather colorfully in his rough Boston accent. "Besides, team have engineer, spy, sniper, scout, demoman, medic, pyro, and soldier. There is no room for new man."

A few hours later, the new member of BLU arrived, or rather, two large boxes arrived addressed to Engie. Upon inspection, the engineer was ecstatic to find that the boxes were machine parts from Aperture Science, sent from Michigan. The parts were for an assembly machine, although Engineer was unsure what use a reassemble machine would serve to a team of human killers. None the less, Engie constructed the machine in the Respawn room as instructed, and called the other eight BLU mercenaries to watch as it was activated. The machine whirred to life as the base's power was connected into it, and arms flew out from each side and began quickly building the spherical robot ATLAS.

The mercenaries stepped back as the blue android stepped hesitantly out of the reassemble machine and observed the nine men surrounding it. ATLAS let out a few low chirps in hesitant greeting, gripping his handheld portal device uncomfortably. Amazingly, the Pyro responded with a muffled 'Mhuph Murphh Mhurph' which sailed through the language processor as 'Hello ball guy'. ATLAS cautiously waved at the group stood, unmoving.

Finally, it was Sniper who spoke up. "Oi, ya ain't one of Grey's bots, are ya? I'll slice ya to bits if y'are!" which made poor ATLAS even more confused.

Engineer came to the bot's defense. "Hey there, Sniper, that ain't no way to treat your new teammate. Don't want another class after ya, do you?" Engie said as he gestured to Spy, who was still bitter after Sniper showered him in Jarate on a bet from Scout. ATLAS unintelligibly chirped in agreement. "Now what is your role on this here team?" Engineer inquired. The android thought for a second, before glancing down at his portal gun, stepping back and firing a blue ring in the ceiling with a second, purple ring under Scout. Scout of course, was not expecting the floor to disappear beneath him and fell through the portal onto the floor ten feet below. "Impressive…" Engie complemented as the rest of the team, sans Scout, burst into applause and laughter.

A quick Medigun blast later and Scout was back on his feet, although still a tad bit annoyed at the new class, dubbed the 'Portaleir' by Demoman. With that, ATLAS felt suddenly welcome by the strange band of men, and laughed internally that had been so afraid of this new prospect. Maybe war wasn't as bad as GLaDOS had said. Only time would tell.

A/N: Whaddya think? Should I do a second chapter or leave this as a one-shot? (That means vote for what's next, if anything) Anyway, two works in one day?! Strange Lands got an actual update so check that out too.