Chapter 3 in the Demoman story. Got a lot of reviews and lets just say a lot of people are Tf2 fans or Overwatch fans. Anyway back to the story.
Demoman's POV
Overwatch is much nicer than working for Redmond. The ancient bastard would fire anyone for anything, even sneezing in his direction. So I got me own room with a desk, rack for my gear, mini fridge for my drinks, and some momentous of my old team. Including a picture of all of us together. We my have been mercenaries, but this lot of nutjobs, maniacs, and geniuses were mah family.
I was scheduled for a check up with the Medic, or better known as Mercy. I was headed for her office when I saw a man large enough to rival Heavy walk through. He wore silver armor, and carried a massive hammer. Guess I'm not the only knight here.
"Tavish, I see that Overwatch has welcomed you into our family," said the Knight, "I am Reinhardt, one of the founding members of Overwatch."
"Well it's good to meet yah Reinhardt," I said to the knight, "I must say that a lot of you remind me of my old team. So I feel like I'm still at home."
Reinhardt slapped a hand on my shoulder a led me to Mercy's office.
"Later this evening, several of us are going to get together for a drink. You are more than welcome to come," offered Reinhardt right outside the docs office.
"If there are drinks involved, I would not miss it for the world," I said with enthusiasm. Reinhardt laughed before walking off. I liked this team, they know how to have fun. I walked into Mercys office. Being the medic, it was very clean and organized, unlike Medics lab which constantly had blood splatters on the walls and tools lying around, or worse yet, doves perched on the rafters.
"Tavish, you came just in time for your exam," said Mercy who was dressed like an angel sent from heaven.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say your an angel sent from God," I said stating the obvious, she laughed before nodding that she did look like an angel.
"Alright Tavish, you don't need to much really, except take one of these pills every morning for the next month or so, due to the concussion you recieved when you were hit in the head," Mercy told me while handing me the pills, "Also I've been meaning to ask about the device that seems connected to your heart. What exactly is it?"
"Well to answer your question, the device is called and Ubercharger. Created by my teams medic," I said and continued to explain that even though I was from the past, my team had tech to rival the tech of the current time.
"I'm not sure if I should believe you Tavish," said Mercy in complete honesty. I could understand her skepticism, and came up with a good argument.
"Well you are talking to man that came 1976 aren't yah," I replied. Mercy was about to say something, but stopped when she saw that I was right, "And just out of curiosity, what actually knocked me out?"
Merch tried to suppress a smile but was having a difficult time doing so. "A frying pan actually knocked you out," she said with a smile mildly forming.
"Well that is definitely a hard blow to me pride," I said with all honesty. She seemed surprised I took it so well, but understood how that a frying pan to the head, after surviving so much, only to be knocked out by a pan.
"Okay you are fit for duty," stated Mercy as she handed me a badge that had the Overwatch symbol on it.
"Thanks lass," I said before making my way out. Once I left her office I headed straight for the mess hall where Reinhardt and several others were having a drink. I took a few wrongs turns, but finally found the hall where they all say sharing stories and laughing at jokes.
"Tavish, good to see you make it here," said Tracer who had joined the lot. I walked over to them, and sat down next to Reinhardt and what I think is a cyborg ninja.
"Nice see yah again lass," I greeted and introduced myself to the rest of the table, "Now my name is Tavish, as some of you have come to guess. Now what did I miss?"
A short man with a blonde beard, with a small furnace on his back, and a sort of hook claw for his left arm spoke up. "We're having a competition on who has the oddest way to be knocked out."
I knew I had this one in the bag, nothing is more than surviving so much only to be knocked out by a frying pan.
"I'd like to go first," I offered and they agreed that I could go, "Well this happened right after I got to your time. After I survived being sent to the future, attacked by the proclaimed Grim Reaper, and escaping a collapsing building, I was knocked out by a frying pan that came from the building that collapsed."
The entire table was either impressed or surprised by my story. "Your pride must have been hit pretty hard after surviving all that," said the cyber ninja.
"Aye it was hit pretty hard, but I'm not gonna let that slow me down," I replied while pulling out a bottle of rum.
"I see you brought a drink of your own. Tell me, what were drinks like back then," asked Reinhardt who had some beer in his hand.
"Well the older the drink is, the better it gets, so I guess that me bottle of rum is now the oldest bottle in history," I said while taking the cork out of my Scottish handshake, and pouring some into a small glass.
"It can't be that old luv," said Tracer who had a wine glass in hand.
I laughed shortly and handed her the bottle, "Check the date lass, and rest your eyes," I said while she looked at the bottle. Her eyes widened and I could see the mild surprise in them, "My grandfathers special brew, made in 1807."
The entire table was shocked to hear how old it is, I took a sip from my glass and flipped it over, with the rim on the table. The team was about to ask some more questions but a large explosion shook the base.
"What is happening?", I demanded while running to my room for my stuff. 76 came beside while carrying his rifle.
"The base is under attack, we need to defend this place," he said while running forward towards the sound of gunfire. I ran for my room and picked up everything I needed. I charged out of the room and to the fight outside.
The fire fight outside was an entire mess. Some bodies lay scattered here and there, almost all of the word a sort of skull like mask, and carried machine guns. Raising my launched I fired at a group of them, killing most of the soldiers. I continued through the battlefield firing my launcher at anyone who came to close.
Switching to the stickybomb setting, I fired two non damage bombs and proceeded to perform a sticky jump. Giving a huge battle cry, I pulled out my sword and flew towards a group of soldiers that had cornered some of my team mates. The soldiers turned around to see me flying at them, and tried to shoot me out of the sky.
"You lads are in way over your heads," I snarled and charged them when I landed. Each soldier was decpitated, and my eye began to glow green, as each head was claimed by my eyelander.
"Well fancy meet you lot here," I said while swinging my sword onto my shoulder.
"You might want to take cover," said an a young man wearing a green shirt, blue metallic pants, and was carrying a gun that looked more like a stereo. After facing a sniper for so long from the blue team, a sense of some one looking through some crosshairs at my head clicked. I shifted my sword, so the blade rested on my shoulder and raised it up. Next thing that happened was a bullet ricocheted of the sword and into the thigh of an enemy soldier. I turned towards the source, and did the I see you gesture.
"If the sniper I see is any less than the one I fight regularly, then they will burly what's left of him in a soup can," I stated and charged off into battle, sword swinging and grenades exploding. More heads claimed by me sword, and barreling straight for the headshotin' judas and his camp.
Once I was close enough I a sticky jumper bomb and launched my self up towards the sniper.
"Freedom!," I roared while bringing my sword down. The sniper jumped back, to avoid the sword. But I advanced a swung down again, forcing her to raise his rifle to block my sword. Now I had a good look at the sniper, rather than a he, the sniper was a lady, with oddly blue skin.
"Don't worry lass, I'll be gentle," I sneered while kicking her in the stomach. I continued to swing my sword at her, forcing her against a railing. I swung down one more time, as hard as I could, and sliced her rifle in half. She dropped both halves, and I raised the sword to her neck.
"I hope I didn't scare you with me fightin'," I told her. But instead of fear, she laughed slightly. I was confused why, till I heard a shot gun load.
Turning my head to the right I saw Reaper out of the corner of my eye. Guess he really is a ghost, considering I dropped a building on him.
"I see you've met Reaper," said the she sniper.
"Last time I saw him, I dropped a building on the ugly bastard," I retorted and felt the gun barrel press against my head.
"How about a trade," I offered, "I let the lady go, you let me go."
Reaper remained frozen till he lowered the gun, and I my sword. I walked off to meet up with me team. I found them all in the base mess hall, where Mercy was tending to their injuries. I walked to greet them all.
"I see that the Tavish made it out as unscathed as possible," commented the dwarf I met earlier. I looked around to see who needed help, but everyone was okay in some way.
"Is there anything I can do mates," I asked, getting tired of being useless right now. Mercy got up to hand me a list of equipment and medicine she needed from her office. I nodded and ran off out of the cafeteria door and to the right. I quickly realized that was the wrong way and ran the other way. I heard some minor chuckles but paid no mind to them. Then a thought crossed my mind, 'I wonder what my team back in Teufort is doing right now.'
And that is the end of this chapter. Leave a comment below and ask if you want a new cosmetic to be included in the story.