Greeting, lovely reader. Names RQueens, lover of Team Fortress 2 and all around decent person. Decided to put this little story up on and see how people react. Anything you might not understand in this story, you can leave a comment in the reviews or look for me on my Tumblr account at randomqueens. Oh, and before I forget...
Ahem.
Disclaimer: Team Fortress 2 and the characters belongs to Valve. The situations and OC class in this story belong to me.
Enjoy ^.^
Ten minutes.
That was the time left before the mission was over. Add in the fact that getting back to the base with her objections in hand without getting noticed was not a pleasant thought. Not to mention the whole 'No Killing' meant that the men were going to be scrounging around the base looking for missing items. If possible, it would be nice if they put the blame on someone. Like that loud mouth brat or one of those doves that's been spotted flying around the place. Well, for some of the items that were missing, of course. Everything else, blame it on the brat.
Oh! Was that the Blu Sniper?
~Perfect timing.~ Time for the last hunt.
o.O.o.O
"We don't need help. We've been taking care of the other team on our own, with nice results might I add." The tone of reasoning could only come from the sanest member of the Red team, Engineer, while the rest of his team were otherwise groaning or complaining. "But not at a pace that I find satisfying. And that's why I have deemed it necessary to get you mercenaries help." Looking past the men gathered around the table, The Administrator knew the mercenaries wouldn't be thrilled with the thought of a new class being initiated. Granted, she didn't give them much choice in the matter. SHE was the one who paid them, so if she wanted to add a new member, she COULD! Not giving them room to complain, she leaned back in her chair. "Now, if you would be so kind as to stop whining like a bunch of annoying children," Glancing to the door that opened into the meeting room, the men all stood, ready to attack.
Stepping out from the shadows was something the men have never seen before. Bandages wrapped around strong looking paws with brown pants hiding the bipedal legs. A red tank top was resting on top of a black, short sleeved shirt. On the sleeve was a red emblem with four ragged claw marks going across at an angle. There was a small portion of short, beige fur showing on her arm before a bandage started at her elbows, to travel down to her fingers. There, at the tip of her fingers, black claws were protruding.
Traveling past that was a black choker around the neck, that didn't discern from the lean muzzle that held a grin, a canine poking out. The fact that the hazel eyes were glinting didn't help the deviant look, along with the wriggling ears on top of the head. Rather it was the look on the mercenaries faces or from the bag that was slunged over her should, it was hard to determine. "Mercenaries? Meet The Striker."
o.O.o.O
Dead silence met the woman while the Administrator smirked. "Have fun." When the screen went dark, that was when everything took a different direction.
Scout was flailing about, words attempting to come out of his usually fast mouth failing. Heavy was scratching his head in confusion while his companion, Medic, had his hands folded in front of his face, intrigued at the creature in front of them. Both Sniper and Engineer were staring in disbelief, easier to tell from the Australians yellow tinted aviators sliding down his nose. The Spy, being the cool and collected man that he was, managed to keep his ever present cigarette in his mouth. The only person who managed words was the Soldier, who was angrily making a raucous about women being on the battle field, even if they weren't human. The Demoman was staring between the creature and his scrumpy while the Pyro tilted its head, confused.
Two black ears wriggled from all the cacophony that the nine mercs in front of her were making. "I suppose the Administrator forgot to tell you that I CAN talk and understand you." The Striker said, making the man stare at her. "You are... from Dark Continent, yes? Medic asked, straightening his glasses. Turning an ear to the German, the African smirked. "Of course." This had everyone stare at her.
That was a country none of them really knew about. Hell, not even Spy and he was the expert on gathering information. Africa was considered dark because of the jungles and tales of dangerous creatures and tales of magic. But, from the looks of this creature, those tales were true.
Noticing the looks, she growled before placing her bounty on the table. Out of it spilled her 'treasures.' An Atomizer, helmet, Fire Axe, an eye patch, a bar of Dalokoh, a wrench, a saw bone, an akubra and a switchblade. Looking down at the items then at the anthro, there was no question to where this stuff came from.
Blu base.
Looking at the items again, the Engineer stepped forward. Holding his left hand out, he managed a smile. "Well, seems y'all got a knack for swipin' and makin' little to no noise, ma'am. Welcome to the team." A tail whipped out behind her as she placed her left hand in his, giving the short man a firm handshake. "Pleasure."
Authors Note: I'm pretty sure someone noticed that this was deleted, then back up again. Yeah...kinda had to tinker around some to get the formatting done right. Hopefully this won't be an issue any more and for you to watch out for Ch. 2 in the coming days.
