Chapter 2

The latest shipment

"After you." ~The Spy, battle cry command.

Boredom. If the enemy team doesn't kill you first, then surely boredom will. Out here in this scrap yard, there nothing to do, nothing to shoot. No challenge, no heat. Nothing.

The Engineer played his trusty guitar, sitting on a bench just outside the entrance. The Pyro mimicked his movements, using his fire ax as if it were a guitar as well. The scout laughed at the action, rolling on the ground. The Medic simply looked over his list of past appointments he had for his teammates. Or was he thinking about the times he sliced his enemies into pieces with his bonesaw. Maybe both? The Demoman listened to the Engi's song, drinking his bottle of Scrumpy.

The Soldier would shoot his rockets at anything that moved, usually mice and birds. The Heavy would follow that same routine, being just as bored as the Soldier. At one point, he spotted a worm crawling out of a hole. He took aim and fired one of his missiles.

Almost blowing the Pyro into pieces. He (or she, no one really knows) saw the missile coming and ducked before it hit it. Then it glared at The Soldier and gave him 'the finger'.

"Mrghfrr(You Fag)!" He/She Muffled.

The Sniper chuckled at the reaction from above in his Crow's Nest. He didn't know what was going on out at this place, but it must've been important if they needed Snipers. Every now and then, he'd take a sip of coffee and look down at his 'comrades'. The Pyro and Soldier were having an insult contest, which many found humorous, but also pointless.

As for the Spy, well, no one really knows where he went. The Sniper heard a creaking of wood in the corner. He spun around to find nothing was there. As soon as he turned back, he heard a CLANK! He feltthe weight on his back fade.

Good thing I had a Razorback. The Sniper thought.

But as he turned around, he looked to see The Spy's face.

"PEEK-A-BOO!" He shouted as he pushed the Sniper off the ledge.

But not before the Sniper grabbed the Spy by his tie.

They feel down to their doomed, landing on the Pyro and Soldier. A few seconds later, they respawn right in front of their dead bodies.

"What the bloody hell was that for?" The Sniper shouted, ready to cut The Spy's throat open.

His hated rival shrugged. "The Same reason The Soldier blasts everything."

As soon as he said those words, a flash speed past him. When it stopped, it was revealed to be The Scout.

"Oh, what's up?" He laughed.

"Where in Thor's name did you come from?" The Demoman said as he left the campfire, sounding a bit drunk. This didn't surprise anyone. Most Demomen were drinkers. It was a surprise that they aren't even addicted to it yet. The Medic mentioned before that due to rising sales in Scrumpy, the Announcer was forced to biologically enhance Demomen to prevent them from being addicted. The side effects, however, managed to sneak past the enhancement.

"Well, I just thought I'd come by and tell you THERE'S A FRICKING SPACESHIP COMING THIS WAY!" The Scout said, screaming at the second half. The team looked up to see that he wasn't joking.

A ship in green, red, yellow, and silver colors hover hundreds of feet above them. The only visible weapons were large cannons of some sort under the wings, but it was enough to set the team off. Everyone garbed their representative weapon, glaring at the ship, as soon as it landed, they opened fire. To their display and horror, their weapons had little, if not none, effect. The Engineer studied the ship more, weary of it. The back hatch opened, a swarm of mist escaping. Many of the members gagged as the steam surrounded them.

When it cleared, the team jumped at the new sight. Standing on the platform was an armored figure, colored in red and yellow. A red helmet with a green visor covered its head, making it look robotic. Its right arm was a cannon, much like the ones on the ship.

"You people called for a taxi?" It spoke in a female voice.

The Spy raised an eyebrow under his mask. "And you are…?" He began.

The figure chuckled "Samus."

"Ah," The Spy continued. "Then you must be our escort."

The rest of his team looked at him "Escort? To Vhere?" The Heavy spoke in his deep Russian accent.

Samus chuckled again. "You nine have been invited to join the Super Smash Brothers."

The Demoman scratched his head. "Never heard of 'em." He spoke.

The Scout tapped his chin. "Aren't they like wrestlers or something?"

"Samus sighed. "Never mind. Point is, you're a part of our organization now."

The Soldier cracked his knuckles. "I never asked to join your unit. I haven't heard of your employers! If you think you can just waltz in and hire us, then you're-"

Before he could finish, a bright light zapped into the Soldier, blowing him into pieces. The team shouted as their comrade was brunt to a crisp. Fourntaly, the Soldier respawned at the Medical Bay and run out to face Samus.

He growled. "Fine," He began. "But where's the proof?"

"Right here." She said as she handed a file to the soldier. He quickly read the whole thing, shocked to see this. His lower jaw literally droped to the ground. The team peered over his shoulder, and they too were shocked.

"So we've been PAWNED!" The Scout screeched.

"Pretty much." The Sniper snapped.

"Bloody Hell!"

"Mon Dieu!"

Samus sighed. "If everyone's done playing drama queen, then can we please speed things up?"

The team grunted, then followed Samus into the ship. They felt the ship take leftoff as the floor rumbled. The Engineer looked at the interior of the ship, astonished by the works.

"Hot damn," He began. "This is far more advanced than anything I've ever seen.

"Duh," Samus resounded. "Me homeworld is one of the most advanced in my universe."

The Medic raised an eyebrow. "Your UNIVERSE? Dose zhat mean zhat vou're not of zis universe?"

Samus laughed.

"Than why come here?" The Engineer asked. Everyone agreed.

"Let's just say something nasty happened, and Master Hand needed help cleaning it up." Samus finally spoke.

The Pyro shrugged, looking out the window on the side. All he/she/it could see was space, dust and stars. The sight was lovely, but it quickly got boring, though ever now and then he'd see a planet or too. One was ravaged by war, carried between two group of giant, transforming robots. Another had Biomechincal beings on it. Then something sped past the window. Startled, the Pyro yelped as he fell on his back. The others jumped as another object sped past them.

"What the fuck was that?" The Scout shouted.

Samus growled under her helmet. "Fox and Falco."

The team looked to see two smaller spaceships chasing each other. However, they were moving to fast, so none could really tell what they looked like.

"If they're fighting it out now," She began. Samus looked at a screen on the pilot's seat. She smiled, and led the TF2 gang to the back door. As it opened, the team's jaws dropped to the ground. In front of them was a mansion that put even the Mann Manor to shame.

"Welcome," Samus Began. "To the Smash Brothers!"