Teams of Gallifrey chapter 4- Now is where they die
"Ex-plain the purpose of this." The red Dalek commanded the BLU team, the only one stupid enough to cooperate of course being the Soldier.
"All right you big piles of spare parts," He explained, his usual attitude not even phased by the Daleks. "There's a big blue blowing-up thing on wheels. Right outside."
"Big blue blow-ing up thing?" One of the chrome Daleks questioned. "Can we have a bett-er ex-plain-a-tion?"
"It's called the Payload cart." The BLU spy answered the Dalek, spitting out an old cigarette and replacing it quickly. "We push it to the other teams side for it to detonate-"
"Primitive and use-less." The blue Dalek interrupted.
"Great bomb cart has yet to let us down." The BLU heavy stupidly answered, his speech in short bursts almost similar to the Daleks.
"Yeah, sometimes its rubbish." The BLU sniper introduced.
"Yeah, remember that one time it didn't even blow? That was a real embaressment." The BLU scout laughed.
"Mission begins in thirty seconds." The Announcer spoke over the intercom, everyone on both teams preparing to protect and destroy their properties.
The BLU medic aimed his heal beam quickly across the BLU heavy and BLU soldier, small blue crosses appearing over their heads.
"You do not need ze healing, ja?" The BLU Medic questioned the Daleks, half frightened but half-confident.
"We are in no need for sim-ple heal-ing." The second Chrome Dalek answered, their sights out on the open plains of Upward.
"Mission begins in ten seconds."
"What happens when the mission starts?" Amy worriedly asked.
"5."
"I'm not sure." Rory no confidently answered.
"4."
"What exactly is it that you guys do on missions?" The Doctor questioned the RED soldier.
"3."
"Oh, you'll find out." The RED soldier answered with a grin, barely looking under his helmet.
"2."
Tension rose hard in both team's bases as the last digit was called.
"1!"
"ATTACK!" The RED soldier cried, sprinting out of the base with a rocket launcher over his shoulder.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" The Daleks cried out as the BLU team left spawn and insantly positioned themselves to the payload cart, shoving it with the strength of the Heavy and the speed of the Scout.
The BLU sniper positioned himself in a clear area and scanned the area.
"All clear! Get bloody goin-" The BLU sniper announced, but was cut short by a 3-inch blade driving into his back.
"Sorry to 'pop-in' unannounced." The RED spy chuckled and noticed the Daleks. "Oh, merde…"
"Exterminate!" One of the chrome Daleks spoke, firing a beam directly at the spy, turning him to ash.
"Spy is dead!" The RED heavy worriedly announced, his medic still behind him.
As they heavy-medic combo left the hill, two more beams of blue light were fired, both classes screaming in murder.
"Maggots!" The RED soldier shouted, high in the air from his last rocket jump, a series of rockets pouring down on the payload cart, and more importantly, the Daleks.
The BLU scout pushing the cart exploded in a large bloody mass, spraying fresh blood all over the blue Dalek. The BLU heavy noticed the soldier falling from the sky, and repositioned his minigun. The arc was off and the BLU medic was killed with a direct gardener's shovel to his neck, decapitating him with one quick stroke.
"Medic is dead!" The heavy screamed, a direct shotgun blast to his face, bringing him down with a quick headshot of 32 pellets.
And the RED soldier turned to see the Daleks, a blaster nozzle right on his nose.
"You don't scare me!" He taunted, kicking the Dalek. But this attempt was short-lived when four separate beams shot him quickly one after another.
"Ah, that's the stuff!" The BLU demoman spoke and ran up to the cart, congratulating the Daleks on their success.
The RED sniper's crosshairs aimed over the hill and gazed at the payload, the BLU demoman quickly going down with his head exploded. The RED sniper quickly slung his rifle back and shot at one of the Chrome Daleks, breaking the front end of it's eyestalk off.
"MY VIS-ON IS IM-PAIRED! I CAN-NOT SEE!" It cried in pain, aimlessly spinning around, no sight or any way to tell it's surroundings. It heard the RED scout in the distance and charged towards the sound, firing its beam aimlessly. The RED scout spun around it and blasted its back with his double-barrel shotgun, a definite Force-a-nature, sending the impaired Dalek flying off the cliff edge, exploding at the bottom of the crevice.
"Yeah, real smooth, dummy!" The RED scout laughed, reloading the discarded shell and dashing off, another Dalek beam just barely missing.
"Yo, heads up!" The RED scout alerted the tunnel-vision RED sniper, the Daleks moving up the hill, letting the rest of BLU team push the cart.
The RED sniper groaned just before he was exterminated, the Daleks treaded over his rifle, tearing it to shreds.
"Mmph mph Mm!" The RED pyro happily spoke, its voice extremely distorted by its gas mask.
"Watch it, bozo!" The RED scout alerted, the Daleks taking the upper route while the BLU team took the lower. "We got a helmethead down on the cart!"
'Helmet-head' was the term Scout used to call the Soldier, a force to be reckoned with if his shots were accurate, especially besides the payload cart, where he could obtain more ammunition. The cart approached faster than the Daleks, the force of 2 people pushing on the cart.
The BLU soldier's head popped up over the edge of a hill and his rocket launcher followed. With one glance at the color red, the BLU soldier reacted almost like a bull, a rocket instantly sent flying.
"Mmmmph!" The RED pyro chuckled, a solid compressed air puff sending the rocket juggling back towards the Blu soldier, blowing him into bits. The enemy BLU pyro stayed at the cart, a pyro against pyro situation almost impossible to beat with fire.
The two pyros stood in silence at each other, their flamethrowers dropping to the ground besides them. Tension rose over the dead air and with a split-second reaction, both had an assortment of axe in their hands, the BLU pyro holding a standard fire axe while the RED pyro held a silver axe surrounded in barbed wire.
"Mmmph mmph." The BLU pyro taunted, waving its fingers forward in position of challenge. The RED pyro raced at the BLU team one, both axes mid-swing.
"Mmph!" Cried the RED pyro, the axe penetrating through its stomach area, the RED pyro's axe chopping the BLU pyro's head clean off. Both fell and died alongside each other, the static noise signaling the announcer.
"Oh yes, that was pleasing to watch." She laughed at the two deaths.
"Gotta push that cart, boys!" The BLU team engineer shouted, awkwardly pausing when nobody answered. "Boys?"
The BLU team engineer turned around and his jaw not so much dropped as flew off as a direct explosion from the RED Demoman's grenade, him wavering in drunkenness.
The drunken Demoman looked up to see a RED team spy in front of him.
"Demoman." The RED spy spoke.
"What? Who's there?" He questioned, blinking several times, making sure he was still awake.
"The enemy team is succeeding! Go protect the point!" The RED spy instructed, the Demoman simply gazing at him single-sighted, burping loudly and then collapsing onto the floor, asleep within seconds.
"Demoman," The RED spy laughed and swung out his butterfly knife. "Here's what I have and you don't."
One stab to the back.
"Depth perception," The BLU spy laughed, his disguise wearing off.
Two stabs to the back, the RED demoman dead.
"A functioning liver," He continued.
One final stab to the back of the head.
"And A PULSE!" The BLU spy laughed, wiping the blood off his blade with the RED demo man's shirt sleeve.
He opened up his disguise kit and blew smoke all over his body, his shape becoming that off the RED demoman.
He left the general area and raced under the Dalek's paths, afraid his own new companions would attack him.
"Help!" The BLU spy cried out to the RED engineer, who was building a sentry gun.
"Wha?" The RED engineer questioned and turned away from his construction to face the spy.
"Drunk ain't no way to be on the battlefield, son." The RED engineer spoke and shook his head.
"Need a dispenser here!" The spy cried out, faking injuries.
"Oh, it's right over there." The RED engineer instructed, pointing to his level 3 built Dispenser behind him.
The spy grinned when the Engineer turned his back to continue work on his sentry, his knife flicking open.
"Hey hardhat!" The RED scout called out, launching a baseball towards the BLU spy, a solid hit in the face dropping his disguise. Before the recently built sentry gun could react, a massive hole was blasted into the Spy's chest, a solid shotgun slug firing from the Engineer.
"Thanks, partner." The RED engineer said and put his thumb up, both classes interrupted by the announcer.
"Oh, you CAN'T all die at once!" The announcer annoyingly spoke into the intercom. "RESPAWN!"
The Respawn machines were controlled by the announcer herself, her deciding when the respawn will be, if she wants to give one team on unfair advantage, or when she wants the respawn machines to exchange frequencies and scramble teams.
"Respawn?" Rory questioned, him, Amy and the Doctor all still in the safety of the RED team's base. Suddenly all of the dead classes of both teams had appeared in equal orders, no injuries or blood, completely and somehow, brand-new people.
"Well, isn't that handy." The Doctor said and chuckled. "I need one of those."
"Last one alive, lock the door!" The RED soldier announced, a brand new rocket launcher over his shoulder, this one very crudely built and what looked to be made of spare parts. He was wearing a backpack that seemed to be a leather pack with the logo "screamin' eagles" on it. The RED Heavy had a new machinegun, this one a bright golden bronze, several more barrels than before, his Medic following him holding a very large and mechanical saw, with a long syringe needle expanding out the center. The RED spy had a golden pocket watch in his left hand with a short-nosed revolver in the other, the RED engineer running in to grab a new shotgun that looked very futuristic, labeling 'Widowmaker' on the side in black lettering.
"Come on, wuss." The RED scout spoke, running back into base, grabbing hold of a small pistol that he tossed to the Doctor. The Doctor let it hit the floor without even attempting to touch it.
"Um, the Doctor doesn't agree with guns." Amy interrupted the RED scout's sentence, mere milliseconds before he started going on a tangent.
"Yes, the third life was good enough for me." The Doctor sighed and took out his sonic screwdriver.
"Third life? Shucks, you must be used to the respawnin' already." The RED engineer laughed.
"Yes, long story about that-" The Doctor awkwardly spoke, adjusting his bow-tie.
"The enemy has received additional time." The announcer spoke, the BLU team quickly jumping back onto the Payload and capturing the third of five points.
"They have a bomb! Move, mac shnell!" The RED medic alerted, redirecting his heal beam t everyone on the team and aimed it at the Doctor, Amy, and Rory, but did not activate it.
"Would you like ze heal?" He kindly questioned. "Makes you feel better."
"I'll just stick with some of my own medicine, thank you." Rory answered.
"Oh, you're a Doctor too?" The RED Medic continued.
"Nurse." Rory sighed and answered.
"Oh, ho ho." The RED medic laughed. "I'm not even considered a nurse. I lost my medical liscense a year ago!"
Amy gave the newly insane Medic a strange look.
"Don't you have something to attack?" Amy questioned the RED team, them awkwardly standing around.
"Yeah, if we knew how." The RED sniper spoke, taking his slouch hat off to stratch his head. "The other team's got these big tanks."
"Tanks?" The Doctor questioned. "Against humans? That's pretty unfair."
"But they're weird. They look like giant salt shakers, man." The RED scout said, trying to explain.
"Wait, tall, has one eye, two arms, and lights on the sides?" The Doctor understood.
"Yeah, sounds about right." The RED Scout answered, nodding in agreement.
"Daleks."