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Mr. Bolkhovitin - Thanks man! I like that people appricieate my work even despite how little I do with it. As for BLU's meeting with prominent Confederacy generals, it will happen later in the story. So far you need to be satisfied with the fact that they know of eachother, including their successes and failures.
P.S. It isn't even my whackiest idea regarding tf2 mercs fitting into other universe, but this will have to wait for times when I can reliabely write them without delays and asymetric upload schedules, bollocks.
And here is new chapter.
"Go eat a chode!" Soldier shouted with triumph, decapitating another dozen clone troopers with Half-Zatoichi during the killing spree inside Republic's camp.
"Beep, boop. Follow the example." Droids followed, taking the doubtful lesson and putting any hostile living organism on their was into meatgrinder tget became after Engineer made them actually competent.
"Soldier! Where the hell are you now!? We need to defend the foundry!" Spy said with anger, calling him on communicator line.
"I'm taking over their base of operation to ensure bread import to Geonosian populus! And you?" Soldier responded, rocket jumping on top of some corvette and fininshing a clone sniper with the charged shot from Cow Mangler.
"We're in need of reinforcments. NOW!" Sniper shouted, joining the talk while ducking under a force pushed Pyro, who learned that two Jedi aren't easier then one Jedi to attack. "And where is Demoman!? You were supposed to work together!"
"Don't worry Bilbo Baggins! The air has just began speaking in scottish." Soldier smiled, pulling the air into his nose with a shit eating grin.
"Oh wow! It sure smells with alcohol." One of nearby droids added, also simulating the sniffing process with receptors mounted in his frontal head.
"A what?" Spy asked before the slow realisation turned his face from confusion into smile.
"Nevermind you wanker, your squad can have a party now. We got this in the bag." Sniper added, sensing with the force what Spy had in mind.
Author note: I don't know if I already said it, but Mercs in this series use the force primarly as enhancment for their current abilities and skills. And while they do use it in 'common' ways, they prefer to favor their old tricks and weapons.
"Today ain't ya day pancakes!" Scout laughed, swinging his batsaber at random back and forth while Ashoka and Barriss dodged it by moving backward, none of them seeing the chance to break bostonian meele techniques he employed.
"Hey, I'm talkin to you! Why so shy and scared? I got some friends to fuck you two up." Scout laughed again in somewhat maniacal style, Six B1 battle droids taking a stand behind him while he activated his backup lightsaber and went into dual wielding mode.
"Ahsoka, any plans?" Barriss whispered to the side, looking around for the escape as she realised they were pushed back into a blind alley within the underground tunnel system.
"I have a plan for you! Give up now!" Scout cut her short, the droids behind him taking aim at two padawans.
"No thanks, mister." Ashoka responded, suddenly force-pushing the group in front of her while Barriss make the run forward.
"Oh hell no!" Scout opposed, stabbing the ground with his batsaber in the right hand while the left one threw it's weapon towards Barriss, leaving cuts om her legs and bringing her down before ricocheting from teh wall and narrowly dodging Ashoka's neck. "Wohohooo! That was awesome!" Scout laughed, pulling out his Schadefreunde taunt at shocked togrutan, who backed up towards the wall in attempt to piece the events sequence together.
"Sir! It looks like she lost situational awareness." One of the droids said, making a step forward. "Should we male an attempt to arrest her?" He added, asking for permission.
"Don't do it! She could just pretend to be such." Sudden command from Engineer came, as he arrived with group of droids and few undead Geonosians who recognized Separatist forces as allied. "First, let me disarm her from safety." He added, taking out the Short Circuit and coming forward with a small grin on his face.
"Might aswell..." Scout responded, turning his face from his teammate back to the dead end. "Whoa! Where did she go?" He asked in suprise, seeing that no one was there.
"She run away while we talked about taking her out, typical child soldier." Engie said, unamused with both himself and everyone else. "But then again... Her friend seems to be ditched." He added as he looked right, witnessing Barriss passed out on the ground.
"As you programmed, being led astray results in shock that can cumulate with physical pain." The droid closest to unconcious padawan responded, grabbing her over his shoulder with help of five others to not be crushed by her body. "Now let's take her prisoner and treat her in humanitarian ways Republic lacks."
"Agreed son. Now let's go back to insides." Engineer smiled as the whole squad went back towards the entreance.
"THUS BEGINS MY THOUSAND YEAR REIGN OF BLOOD!" The fighting in front of the foundry's only bridge stopped, all combatants now focused on observing A-Posing Demoman as he stood menacingly way over ten feet above the ground at somewhat distant cliff backed up by milions of undead Geonosians.
"Oh no..." Anakin said, looking at the semi-demonical state Demo was in.
"Oh YES!" Demoman replied, becoming Ubercharged right after these words. "You can come at me boy, I'll stick that lightsaber down up your ass!" He added, taking out his Scotsman Skullcutter and pointed it in general direction of clone army.
"Say the phrase, say the phrase..." Medic chanted in the background, few droids picking it up and joining him.
"GUTS AND GLOOOORY LADS!" Demo shouted with a power strong enough to crack rocks on the opposite side, his new army charging from the one side while the rockslide fell from the other, trapping the Republican forces in a perfect place for massacre.
"Keep bloody going!" Sniper ordered, sensing the moment for the attack as his whole formation followed and opened full fire at clones.
"Da! We will crush them." Heavy agreed, taking out the Natasha and opening fire towards the Jedi, knowing damn well that the effect of slowdown on hit would be the best in this situation.
"I think it's going preety well." Spy said, staying with Poggle the Lesser and other Separatist elites deep in backlines of Geonosis, observing the beginning of their next victory. "I do hope that you aren't treating my co-commander's leadership over your kind, Archduke. He achived it himself." He added to the Geonosian and getting the 'Nevermind' hand gesture.
"*Cough x2* My fleet is already coming to strike down Republican scum! Finish the ground operations and after the battle we discuss our next move." General Griveous added from the table, his holographic imitation granting the sight of his presence.
"We hear you. But be aware that out of nine mercenaries I am the most sane." Spy added before the brief conatct was cut short. "He's always like that, right?" Spy asked other participants of the meeting getting series of nods in response.
"Ha! Look at them go." Scout laughed at the top of Geonosian foundry, pointing down at three Jedi and handful of clones who were running over piled rubble from recent rockslide and steepe cliffs to escape the carnage that was happening behind them. Especially since zombie Geonosians and currently ascended Demoman weren't as merciful as battle droids, turning the ground from shades of orange to red.
"Didn't your momma teach you not to run from danger?" Engineer asked him, making a Rancho Relax taunt behind him.
"Heh... No, she didn't." Scout replied, grabbing the beer from him and drinking it whole in one take.
"Huh, why am I suprised." Engineer questioned himself, blankly observing as Scout took out his Soda Popper and jumped downwards to help in eradication of attackers.
"Grease monkey! You might want to take a look at that!" Suddenly the communicator said, displaying Soldier holding a yellowish, shining brick.
"Strange, kuber crystals don't come in brick form. But I'll take it in exchange for bacon if you don't mind." Dell responded after a while of looking, showing his food-appropriate handbag full of bacon.
"Deal, call me later pal." Soldier responded before ending the call.
Author pow:
Alright, I know the wait was long and the chapter VERY short, but I just began to run out of ideas for the story, and my nonexistent time management doesn't help at all.
I hope you still enjoy the story.
Author.
