There isn't enough Announcerfic. She is amazing and can actually be molded to whatever the hell you want (instead of like other characters like Medic or any other person whose character is liberally BUTCHERED by the fandom on a daily basis [Uke Engie is not in Charlett's database. Does not compute]) and she'll still be awesome. So here's a story about rival Announcers.
I looked through the Designer notes and they mentioned the thought that at first they were going to have a "10th Class", someone who led the men into battle and ordered them around the place, telling them where to build or whatev. This story hints at the fact that maybe the Announcer would have been this scrapped "10th Class".
But either way, I hope you guys enjoy it. I had lots of fun with this. Expect more appearances of RED and BLU's "Fearless Leader" later on 'round the bend, alright?
And now:
READ ON!
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She didn't want to admit it, but she made a grave error. The foolish higher ups didn't give her enough money; she was stuck without enough money to higher a true team. The mercenaries had never met before and she was shoving them out into battle too quickly. There wasn't much she could do, but failure was not an option; she made the mistake of not trying harder to find fools who were more apt at teamwork.
She would normally have been whisked away to a safer location than this, but this was as far back as she could go and still be able to keep watch over her minions. She stared into the blue televisions and glared at them in disgust. "The bomb is nearing a checkpoint!" she growled in utter contempt over the microphone. She didn't notice it, but her tone sounded slightly fearful. Those she hired did not want to die, so they fell back instead of pushed forward. She ground her fingernails into the console and pressed her long fingernail onto the button.
"The enemy has been awarded additional time…!" Her voice came out as a hiss into the microphone that blared her voice through the battlefield. The BLUs couldn't get their reinforcements in if the REDs were pushing this hard! They were pushing that cart towards the base where SHE was stationed and if she didn't get her bastard men to cooperate she would be dead!
She would be dead.
She tried not to think of that as she watched with bated breath. Her men gained a brief moment of respite, but she could tell that it was not enough. There was a RED Engineer building up on the second floor of a storage room just across from the BLU base. His sentry tore apart a young BLU Scout as he attempted to get back into battle. So young to die, and if they didn't work harder, all of them would meet the same fate…
She checked the clock as it ticked down painfully slow. She pressed her fingernail into the button, "Five minutes left in the mission," she announced, "I repeat, five minutes left in the mission…!" Five minutes, but the REDs had gone so far, the only way to win would be if the BLUs could push the bomb back. She didn't know, she wondered if it was possible…
She looked down at her hand in detached surprise as she lifted her finger from the button; her hand was trembling lightly. It was only obvious; she had never been so close to death before. She didn't know what to do; she could only sit in her chair and watch as the bomb inched closer and closer to the base.
A fleeting thought. She could run! If she ran now, she might be able to get away before the blast came…! But then what? She would get caught by the ruthless REDs, and the filthy barbarians would either kill her… or worse…
No, she would rather die than be captured. She didn't trust her team, but she had faith that after she died, the stupid sons of bitches would meet the same fate.
It didn't keep her from being scared, despite her resolute decision. "The bomb is nearing the final checkpoint!" She hadn't meant for her voice to sound so frightened, but it still rose to a fevered pitch of horror. This was it; she was going to die. She wondered for a moment if anyone would miss her. She preferred to keep an air of mystery about her; none of those she hired even knew what she looked like. She was going to die alone like a dog, and no one would even know what she looked like…
She chuckled lightly at the tiny moment of relief that her dimwitted buffoons gave her before their death, and she wondered why it was now that she regretted everything that went wrong with her life. Until then, she moved and worked with reckless abandon, and cared not for anyone or anything. Now she wished for only a moment that someone actually knew her name. "I… I am… My name is…"
Her eyes flitted up to the screen, and saw that it was too late. She was dead. She steeled herself for the last thing she would ever say and placed her fingernail on the button one last time, "You failed…!" she roared into the microphone in anger and disdain.
She then released the button and she trembled all over. All she could do was watch as the RED Heavy shoved the bomb in the final terminus. She closed her eyes and folded her hands on the console; she heard an explosion…
There was a flash, and nothing.
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Somewhere across the battlefield, a woman in red removed the cigarette holder from her mouth and blew a plume of smoke into the air. She pressed a long fingernail on a button and spoke clearly through the microphone: "Viiictoryyyy."
She then placed the holder back in her mouth and leaned back in her chair with a smirk of utter satisfaction. "And that," she said to no one in particular, "is how you get promoted."
End.
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