Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
A Cunning Plan for Clutch Pick
From the mercenaries to Histoire and Nepgear to even the ASIC themselves, everyone could feel the tension in the air, for today was the day of the assassination of CFW Judge. Everyone gathered in the Basilicom for one last meeting before the ambush, fully armed.
"Okay, so how are we going to bait him? Just tell him we just arrived and make him pick us up?" IF questioned.
"I'm actually surprised he still hasn't caught onto that." Histoire commented.
"Well yeah, that's the plan." Scout admitted.
"And yes, the ASIC seem to know nothing of your whereabouts, the Judge called us several times so I stalled for time." Spy smirked. "They'll never see us coming!"
"Do not get cocky, Spy, even though we have every reason to be! We are the best!" Soldier raised his voice.
"Anyvay, how do you feel, Nepgear, IF, Compa? Are zhe nanomachines vorking?" Medic questioned.
"I'm fine, those painkillers really hit the spot." IF smiled.
"I feel stronger now!" Compa chirped.
"Actually… I think something weird is happening inside me…" Nepgear anxiously admitted, and everyone fell silent and looked at her with concern.
"Something weird?" Medic and Histoire said in sync. "What do you mean?"
"I think it'd be better if I showed you." Nepgear said and activated her HDD-form, engulfing herself in white light. Histoire was understandably nervous, if something happened to Nepgear then it's game over for Planeptune, and she will never forgive herself for something like that.
Meanwhile the mercenaries watched with sudden interest. Even through all that crap they have seen during the Gravel War, they've never seen a girl suddenly shine like this, so they didn't know how to react besides stare.
When the light died down, in place of Nepgear stood her HDD version, Purple Sister. However Histoire's and IF's eyes widen when they saw the changes to her body.
Her color palette had changed, and instead of her suit and gun blade being mainly white with purple here and there, it became white and RED. Not only that, but her hair also changed and became slightly red at the ends, but barring that she looked like her normal transformed self. "Nepgear… how? When?" Histoire stuttered, her mind going blank.
'*whistle* Damn she looks hot in that.' Scout had his priorities straight as usual, but at least had the tact not to voice it out loud.
'Fascinating! I vonder how much of her has changed? The equipment only, or her entire body? Mechanical parts within and now zhis, truly a fascinating subject!' Medic could barely contain his excitement, until he noticed Histoire's reaction and realized something else. 'Frau Histoire iz surprised, iz this because of zhe transformation? Or perhaps something vent wrong zhis time?'
"I just found out this morning, when I woke up I was already in HDD." Nepgear explained while examining the changes on her skin-tight suit.
"Medic, are your implants at fault here?" Histoire questioned, her voice serious.
"Zhat… is possible." The German stood up and walked towards the 'Purple' Sister. He went behind her, and pressed two fingers at the exact spot where the Re:Spawn Chip was, making Nepgear tense, first from nervous confusion, then pain.
"What are- ack!" The CPU Candidate winced at the sharp instantaneous sting coming from her neck.
"Vas zhat brief pain?" The doctor asked, and she confirmed with a nod. "Vell zhat means zhe implants vere installed properly." The German turned to go back to his chair. Both IF and Compa out of curiosity did the same what Medic did to Nepgear, and both winced at the sharp pain indicating that all implants were successfully installed.
However, Medic didn't return to his seat without suddenly turning around and quickly trying to poke Nepgear's eyes.
Acting purely on instinct, Nepgear's hand went up to intercept and successfully did so. Histoire was surprised, both by the sudden poke and seeing how much Nepgear's reflexes and speed improved since Soldier took her and her friends to training. Still, she couldn't help but feel angry when she saw him attacking the candidate… "Medic, would you kindly explain what that was?"
"A test. Zhe reflexes are still zhere, vell done!" Medic praised as he returned to his seat proper now. "Vell, I'm not sure if something is vrong, zhe motor functions seem to be in order, but ve should be careful all the same." He finally sat down and admitted.
"Should we put off the plan since there might be something wrong with Ge-Ge?" Compa asked.
"Negatory! In war it's speed that matters, we must strike now! But!" Soldier paused for dramatic effect. And pointed at the CPU Candidate. "Nepgear! You're staying here! That is an order!"
Nepgear recoiled at Soldier's words, along with IF and Histoire but to a lesser degree. Even though the lilac-haired candidate knew better than to question orders from Soldier, she couldn't help but ask. "H-huh!? B-But why!? Didn't you train me exactly for this battle?" She argued with him. Unfortunately for her the others agreed with the crazed patriot.
"Your body iz not entirely human, so even I don't understand it fully or how the nanomachines reacted with it. Ve don't know if zhe changes are superficial or if there's something dangerous happening vith you, and the last thing any of us needs is for something to go wrong with you mid-battle." Medic countered.
"Gear, I don't really want to say this but they're right, you should stay." IF agreed with some reluctance, causing the CPU Candidate to look at her uncertainly.
"IF, you too?"
"Don't worry Ge-Ge, we won't let that bad robot beat us again!" Compa pulled both the Guild agent and the CPU Candidate into a group hug. Some mercs aww'ed in their thoughts.
"…Alright, I'll stay with Histoire this time. But you two better come back to me, alright?" Nepgear broke the hug.
"Yessy!" "Of course!"
"Oi, Engie." Sniper suddenly called, breaking the heartwarming atmosphere.
"Yeah, partner?"
"Ain't we have that 'Information Screen' software thing? Might be nice to have someone giving us info."
The girls looked among themselves in confusion. 'Information Screen'? Another one of the mercenaries' inventions? Meanwhile, Engie and rest of the mercs thought for a second before an imaginary light bulb lit above the Texan's head. "Be right back." He jogged onto the active teleporter in the corner.
"Mhm." Out of instinct, Pyro suddenly pulled out a 'Homewrecker' (a large, two-handed sledgehammer) and held it menacingly while its eyes patrolled the room like a Sentry Gun, not exactly realizing that there aren't any BLU spies around to stab his back or sap the teleporter. The girls wanted to ask… but it would probably result in yet another hard-to-get explanation, so they simply waited…
…for about 10 minutes before Engineer came back through the teleporter, with a CD Disk in his hands. "Mind givin' me a computer?" He asked, stepping off the machine.
While the group waited for Basilicom staff to provide a laptop, Histoire finally had enough and had to ask. "What exactly is this 'Information Screen' you want to install on our computer, Engineer?"
"Remember zhe Re:Spawn chips?" Medic answered.
"Yes." Histoire nodded. "They collect information sent by the nano-ah!" Histoire stopped herself from facepalming. 'That was so obvious in hindsight…'
"Yeah! And this little thing," Engineer raised the disk to emphasize. "Lets us see our 'stats', from health, weaponry and vision to even kills, assists and death counts."
"Wait… vision?" IF raised an eyebrow.
"Yep, y'all can see what others are seein' through their eyes."
"And that will help in the fight… how?" Histoire asked.
"You vill be surprised just how much you can see from outside zhe battle." Medic admitted, speaking from experience of how simply yelling 'Spy!' saved his butt countless times. "And ve can even record it for reviewing if needed."
"I see…"
The group wasted yet another 20 minutes before the Basilicom staff returned with a laptop, freshly formatted with only the operating system installed. There wasn't really much difference between this laptop and the computers Engineer was using back on Earth, hardware-wise, so Engie managed to find how and where to put the disk pretty quickly…
The problem was figuring out what to do afterwards…
IF and Nepgear couldn't help but sweatdrop as they and the rest of the group watched as one of the smartest men on Earth and Gamindustri alike tried to deduce where is what. Eventually IF's patience wore thin. "Are you serious…? Is this really your first time using a computer?" The Guild agent snapped. The Texan simply answered by pointing his gloved hand at himself and saying "Otherworldly." without batting an eye at her. "Just give me that…" She sighed, taking the laptop and quickly finding the disk drive and starting the installation. An installation window popped up. "There… now what?" She glanced at the Texan.
"Next…"
...
"There! All ready!" IF's emerald eyes stared onto the screen, she's also transmitting it onto the touchwall so everyone can clearly see what's happening without looking over her shoulder. "Alright, now lemme see that." The Texan typed his password and Re:Spawn Chip ID into the software…
And the girls eyes widen…
Codename: Engineer
Affiliation: Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED)
Default Primary Weapon: Shotgun
Default Secondary Weapon: Pistol
Default Melee Weapon: Golden Wrench
Default Max Health: 125 Points
Work Time: 36,072 : 34 : 31
Kills: 1358812
Assists: 1045234
Deaths: 1146134
K/D: 1.186
Score: 1526345
Longest Life On the Battlefield: 37 : 29
Biggest Killstreak: 23
Histoire couldn't help but gulp when she saw his kill count. He killed over a FREAKIN MILLION after all. What's also very concerning is that he DIED just as much… "I-Is… that an accurate number?" She stuttered.
"Yes." Engie grumbled while stroking his chin, feeling pretty irritated by the fact that his K/D was pretty low, less than 2 kills per death, even if that's the result of evening out all the battles over his career, in many of which he had hugely differing performance as his best killstreak could attest. IF wanted to say something… but she couldn't bring herself to say anything… However the silence was broken by the sound of chuckling.
"Hardhat, hardhat, hardhat... Only 1 kill per death? Pfft! Show my stats and you'll see who's the best!" The Bostonian bragged, punching his fist with a shit-eating grin.
"Nope." .avi.
"Huh? C'mon Engie, you chickenin' out?"
"Scout. Stop." Histoire ordered before someone got melted by acid again. The mercenary prepared himself to argue with her but her stern gaze shut him up. 'She looked like The Administrator for a secon' there...' He thought, feeling intimidated by the tiny little fairy.
"Anyvay," Medic decided that's enough shenanigans, "Herr Engineer, could you connect zhe girls to zhe Respawn system?"
"Heck yeah! Nepgear, you first." Engineer moved the laptop to Compa, who passed it to IF and further till it was in front of Nepgear.
"O-Okay…" The Candidate mumbled and awkwardly started filling out the fields like Codename, at first she just typed 'Nepgear' but Spy pointed out that it can't be her actual name, so she opted for 'CPU Candidate'.
"But why?" IF couldn't help but ask.
"Mmpgh phul." Pyro mumbled an answer which only added more confusion for the girls.
"Umm, sorry but we can't understand you." Compa stated, causing the mumbling abomination to drop his shoulders, looking pretty sad.
"It's an unspoken rule of ours, hope y'all can respect that." Engie explained. IF made the 'ahh' sound and nodded.
"I see." Histoire absentmindedly said while looking at the registration screen. A few minutes later Nepgear was ready, but not without her being confused over her Re:Spawn Chip ID and having Medic take yet another journey to the Hotel via teleporter. 'These teleporters really are a convenient means of travel. Not only have they saved us hours of time but they even let someone like Nepgear travel between locations both faster and unseen. Even if the respawn technology is too dangerous, if we could get them to share their teleportation tech with us, or even develop our own version… I wonder what Nepgear's thinking of them…' Histoire pondered, ever thinking of ways to better the lives of her citizens.
The German arrived over 5 minutes later, a clipboard in his hands with all the implants' parameters written on it. He typed the ID on the screen and after he checked all other fields he pressed the enter button…
Linking…
14%...
36%...
65%...
DONE!
Gathering Information…
1%...
2%...
3%...
…
31%...
32%...
ERROR ALERT! ERROR ALERT!
'Error!?' Medic, Engineer, Nepgear and Histoire thought in sync and alarm.
Debugging…
10%...
35%...
72%...
99%...
DONE!
Gathering Information…
1%...
2%...
3%...
…
97%...
98%...
99%...
DONE!
Sorting…
99%...
DONE!
Codename: Candidate
Affiliation: Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED)
Default Melee Weapon: Beam Saber
Default HDD Primary Weapon: Gun Blade
Default Max Health: 150 Points
Default HDD Max Health: 350 Points
Work Time: 0 : 0 : 0
Kills: 0
Assists: 0
Deaths: 0
K/D: 0
Score: 0
Longest Life On the Battlefield: 0 : 0 : 0
Biggest Killstreak: 0
Everyone in the room stared at Nepgear's stats. Heavy was pretty miffed since someone managed to beat his record of 300 health points. Nepgear and Compa were amazed that it even listed what she's carrying and got a picture of her (with her current clothes no less).
Engie, Spy, Medic and Histoire wondered how the nanomachines were able to figure out Nepgear's HDD stats, and all of them except Histoire also wondered what HDD itself was, though the three of them in particular had a pretty good guess on the answer. The others were a little slower. "Wot is that HDD thing there?" Demo, who kept silent for the whole time decided to ask. The fairy oracle sighed and braced herself to give yet another lecture, but Nepgear beat her to it.
"HDD stands for Hard Drive Divinity, it's that transformation I showed earlier, but it didn't look like that before." The lilac-haired girl explained briefly, and that's all the mercs wanted to know.
Afterwards it was IF's turn, giving the laptop to the Medic so he could put the ID in first before filling in the rest herself and confidently pressed enter. The process of generating the account went smoother than in Nepgear's case and without any errors or bugs.
Codename: Agent
Affiliation: Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED)
Default Melee Weapon: Katars
Default Max Health: 175 Points
Work Time: 0 : 0 : 0
Kills: 0
Assists: 0
Deaths: 0
K/D: 0
Score: 0
Longest Life On the Battlefield: 0 : 0 : 0
Biggest Killstreak: 0
"How does it even know how much health we got? How does it quantify that?" IF thought out loud. Engie raised a finger, thought for a moment and lowered it. Scout, seeing his chance to act smart, spoke up with shrug.
"Oh that's easy, it's… uhh… nanomachines. Yeah. Either way it's pretty accurate."
IF took the explanation at face value and wordlessly passed the laptop to Compa who cheerfully as always began filling the fields…
Codename: Nurse
Affiliation: Reliable Excavation Demolition (RED)
Default Melee Weapon: Poisoned Syringe
Default Max Health: 100 Points
Work Time: 0 : 0 : 0
Kills: 0
Assists: 0
Deaths: 0
K/D: 0
Score: 0
Longest Life On the Battlefield: 0 : 0 : 0
Biggest Killstreak: 0
"Aww, why so little?" Compa complained while looking at her own health, feeling only slightly disappointed. IF patted her shoulder to try to cheer her up, which worked.
"Damn… Even I 'ave more health when I'm usin' Sandman. It's the least health I've ever seen!" The "Scunt", living up to his derogatory nickname, commented offhandedly, causing Spy and IF to give him a look. "What?" The mercenary noticed the looks, but couldn't figure out why they're glaring at him. All Spy did was shake his head in disappointment, muttering "[He's a lost cause.]" under his breath and clearing his throat.
"Congratulations! Now that all of you are successfully connected to our respawn system we shall begin."
"Goddamnit Administrator!"
Miss Pauling swore angrily as she pumped the shotgun and fired at the annoying Robo-Scout who's running towards her with a crit-boosted bat. She was glad that random crit kicked in and destroyed the robot in one shot. She corrected her glasses and started reloading the shotgun inside the cave next to the right line.
Administrator said the Decoy base was supposed to be guarded by the last wave of robots…
What she DIDN'T say is that the supposed wave is ranked 666 in threat level… And that rank was only ever reached before during the fifth Coal Town siege, which was against ZOMBIES instead of robots… To this day they're not exacly sure if that was Merasmus's or Gray Mann's fault.
"Saxton HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALE!" Saxton Hale, an overly ripped Australian, capable of fighting a lion while having a haircut (A proven fact, there are several pictures of it). He's wearing only leather boots, blue shorts and a crocodile-tooth lined hat. His exposed chest hair is in the shape of Australia and his mustache is so thick that you could hide small items there. He doesn't need a shirt, because he's the CEO of Mann Co. and the strongest and MANNLIEST man on earth.
The CEO of Mann Co. jumped several feet into the air and was falling right into the middle of a swarm of crit-boosted Robo-Heavies, over thirty of them. The Tin Cans opened fire with their miniguns, but they weren't able to stop his descent, as the Australian's seemingly bulletproof skin simply reflected everything he was shot with.
"You big head wankers!" The BLU Sniper shouted and fired a single full-charged round at a Robo-Heavy's head. The bullet effortlessly penetrated the metal head, destroying it and causing all the nearby robots to get severely damaged as well thanks to the 'Explosive Headshot' upgrade!
"Hey! They're mine!" Saxton Hale roared as he landed, the shockwave turning the already weakened robots into scrap. Still on guard he did a 360 to look for a new target, and found it in the form of giant Rapid-Firing Black Box (a black, rectangular rocket launcher) Robo-Soldiers, all three of them.
Saxton Hale grinned and braced himself for another "Brave Jump!" And jumped another thirty feet because screw gravity. The giants locked onto him and fired, nine rockets suddenly flying at him, but he simply brought his legs to his chest…
And started falling MUCH faster.
The Australian landed on the first Robo-Soldier's head, crushing the entire upper half of its body like an empty can of Bonk! The remaining two other bots started reloading, but the mannliest CEO punched one of them in the 'stomach' first, causing its metal body to bend and break under the sheer power of punches with force of over 2,700 pounds per square inch.
Then the Australian followed with an uppercut to the robot's head, severing it and sending it flying a few kilometers into the sky.
It was flying so fast that it was sent forward in time, killing 5 birds in the future and causing the Polish Air Force Tu-154 crash in 2010 by knocking the plane off balance and making it crash into the trees.
Anyway, with the second Black Box Robo-Soldier destroyed, the final one finished reloading. But it found itself unable to aim at its target, due to Saxton Hale's muscular right arm holding the rocket launcher while the left one teared the robot apart like it was made of paper! Soon enough all that was left was scrap metal.
The BLU Sniper took aim at another group of robots, only to suddenly hear a decloak sound right behind him, followed by gunshot. He grabbed his kukri and spun around, decapitating the Robo-Spy who raised its hand to backstab. There was another one but it was dealt with already by Miss Pauling. She pumped the shotgun and nodded at him, he nodded back…
…and saw a sniper rifle's laser dot on Miss Pauling's forehead that wasn't his own.
His eyes widening, the BLU Sniper pushed Miss Pauling out of the bullet's trajectory, getting himself there instead.
However instead of gunshot, all they heard was a robotic Sniper's loud yell of pain. Both of them looked at the source and saw BLU Spy backing off while firing his revolver at two Robo-Snipers, both of them running towards the Frenchie with their kukris pulled out. There was also another Robo-Sniper but it was dead, most likely due to Spy's backstab.
The Australian reacted quickly and saved his teammate with a well-placed quick shot to the head of one Robo-Sniper, again Explosive Headshot kicked in and dealt with the other Robo-Sniper as well. BLU Spy looked at his teammate, saw him waving, and simply nodded before cloaking out.
Near the 'Mann Co. Hatch of Great Importance' the BLU Scout was standing alone against a bunch of critical-boosted Robo-Soldiers under the 'Battalion's Backup's' (a military backpack-mounted radio transceiver, with a bronze-colored bugle with a pewter mouthpiece, and a tattered yellow triangular banner that is displayed when the buff is active) effect, making them immune to critical hits and receiving 35% less damage overall.
However it posed no problem for the BLU Scout, who had his Scattergun upgraded with more damage and bullet penetration, in addition to the 4 point health regeneration and 60% resistance to bullet and explosive damage. Plus increased jump height.
He was doing circles around the group, taking care to be in the air as long as possible in order to avoid splash damage from the rockets. "Nice aim, morons!" He taunted, shooting two meatshots into one of the Robo-Soldier, destroying it and damaging everything behind it, before jumping into the air once more.
From wall to wall, then on top of the fence and a quick sprint to the other side. Repeat. All while shooting at the group or reloading, to show off he even did a few front flips midair!
The mercenaries fought for two more hours. Saxton Hale obliterated bigger threats, and every other robot who so much as looked at him. Sniper expertly dispatched groups and made sure nothing had a jump on his employer. Spy took care of the Robo-Snipers or Robo-Spies from the shadows, also aiding Saxton Hale with the giants using his 'Armor Penetration' upgraded knife. Scout was running around making sure they weren't overrun, and Miss Pauling mostly helped where she could… not being used to frontline work, much less fighting against robots hordes.
Thanks to the Power Up Canteens with Ammo Refill power ups, the mercs rarely ran thin on ammo, and their wounds were automatically healed due to all of them having at least one point in Health Regeneration upgrade.
Eventually all the robots were destroyed, and the group could move on onto the next plan.
"Now that was a good warm-up!" Saxton Hale grinned, not even breaking a sweat as he put both his hands on his hips. "Shame that's all of it, I missed a good brawl like that!"
"Is it over? *huff huff* W-Where's the Carrier Tank?" Unlike Saxton Hale, Miss Pauling was very exhausted, and had to lean against the wooden wall, panting, in order to not collapse out of fatigue.
"That big gray tank? It left after the giant Robo-Heavies arrived." Saxton shrugged. "That was a great Mad Milk there, little man." The Australian praised the Scout, slapping his shoulder. The sheer weight of his muscular arm caused Scout's shoulder to dislodge and knock him onto the dirt.
"Thanks… boss." The Bostonian mumbled, spitting the gravel out of his mouth.
"Damn, Gray Mann is more careful than we thought. Maybe we can at least get RED Engineer's teleporter."
"They took it." Miss Pauling's eyes widened as she looked at the BLU Spy decloaking, appearing out of thin air as he rejoined the group. "The robots took that teleporter." He repeated.
While the other mercenaries prepared themselves, Spy took both girls and Scout to the spotter's room to prepare the bait for CFW Judge.
"Alors, Mademoiselle Guild Agent, Nurse. We will have to do some… cosmetic, changes on you." Spy said while writing a note, handing it to Scout who read it quickly.
"Gotcha!" The mercenary saluted with two fingers to the girls and quickly went downstairs without taking the stairs. In other words he jumped out of the window, did a somersault and landed on his feet before running off to the teleporter.
"Just call me IF. The codename thing's still kinda awkward for me." IF crossed her arms.
"I see."
"Cosmetic changes?" Compa questioned, looking purely confused. She's carrying the Quick Fix just as Medic told her, glad to be of help in any way. She also wore shorts under her skirt as he told her… for whatever reason.
"Simply put, we need you to look tired, ragged, to make our lie more believable." Frenchie explained.
Meanwhile in the Basilicom, Histoire and Nepgear were sitting in the media room and watching footage from the Information Screen from Spy's point of view. "They really put a lot of thought into this, huh." Nepgear commented, impressed by the attention to detail and feeling pretty glad the mercenaries are on their side. It would be really hard to fight against such cunning and strong enemies on top of ASIC.
"We do have only one chance at this, so I can understand their caution. I guess they had many do-or-die moments like this before, I believe the Scout used a term to name situations like these. What was it, 'clutch' I think?" Histoire nodded, switching the view to Medic's.
"True, I'm sure they're really experienced… but I still wonder what they're trying to do with THAT." Nepgear sweatdropped.
'I more wonder HOW they managed to get it…' Histoire thought.
"I am fully charged!" Medic proudly raised his sparking Medi-Gun. The Soldier had been helping him build the übercharge by shooting a wall with his 'Direct Hit' (a high-tech rocket launcher with a slimmer barrel and rockets that trade explosive radius for speed and damage)… while standing inches from said wall and making the rockets explode in his face. Painfully. Much to Histoire and Nepgear's confusion and concern, but they wrote it off as another something they don't understand but the mercs do.
"I am ready!" Medic turned his gaze to the annex above him. Engineer stood there with a Golden Wrench in his hands, next to a level three Sentry Gun, the Rescue Ranger's (It resembles the normal Shotgun, but has a small monitor for a scope showing a moving sine wave, connected to a distance sensor) handle peeking over his shoulder, and with the 'Wrangler' in his pouch.
For reasons Histoire couldn't understand, Engineer built only 1 Sentry Gun and Dispenser, the Sentry Gun scanning the innards of warehouse complex, however it can also have a clear line of vision to the bridge and is able to shoot there if necessary.
The dispenser was hidden inside the centre building, just right behind the entrance so it wouldn't take long for others to reach it.
The teleporter entrance was placed right in front of the Resupply Room in the hotel. It leads to the exit placed in the little shack just outside the complex, so the mercs can quickly return when they die but it's not too close to the battlefield where the teleporter will be endangered.
Seeing in Medic's peripheral vision Scout running back, Histoire decided it's time to switch back to the Spy's vision. Histoire noted how convenient something like this can be, since she and Nepgear were able to see the status of not only the one they're looking through, but also the health of other teammates as well, Nepgear included.
"-heck… is that?" IF asked, eyeing the buckets Scout's carrying, one of them filled with water, also a washcloth on its edge, but the second one was filled with… blue gel…
Dogoo remains…
"Just to add to the credibility, we will put some monster blood on your clothes, so it'll look like you battled your way through the wilderness." Spy took the cloth and dipped it in the water. IF and Compa couldn't help but feel a little disgusted by the slime…
"Do we have to…?"
"Oh don't complain, it'll wash off fine!"
Histoire decided it's better to move onto the other mercenaries…
Sniper was zeroing the scope of his Hitman's Heatmaker (a somewhat stubby sniper rifle with a suppressor), using the Sentry Gun as reference. Pyro is sitting at spawn, figuring out its loadout, namely if it should take the basic Flare Gun or the Scorch Shot. Demoman is drinking as always, but the difference is it seems he's working on some bombs.
Soldier… Histoire and Nepgear couldn't really see what's going on, all they saw was the ground and his hands, as if he was doing pushups but he's doing them so fast that he became a blur. Heavy was reading a book, which Histoire and Nepgear couldn't really figure out since they've never seen that language before. Scout and Spy were painting Compa and IF blue, respectively.
Medic is overhealing everyone he sees and Engineer is relaxing on a lawn chair… which he took out of seemingly nowhere.
Eventually the girls and Spy, who will be disguised as Nepgear, were ready, and with that the plan was put into motion.
Or like the Administrator once said…
"If you have any loved ones, say goodbye to them now."
TF2 Dictionary:
- Meatshot
When all of the pellets fired from spread weapons such as the Shotgun or Scattergun hit the target, thereby doing massive damage. The term was made famous by Daniel "carnagejohnson" Sturdivant.
- Clutch
A crucial moment related to winning or losing a match.
The ability to perform under pressure.
Not to be confused with Crutch.
- Crutch
A derogatory term for a weapon that compensates for a player's lack of skill.
Not to be confused with Clutch.
- Pick / Picking / Picked
The act of focusing on and killing an enemy with minimal help.
Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract
A Cunning Plan for Clutch Pick
And there goes the last filler before Mercenaries vs. CFW Judge battle. I wonder how many of you are pretty disappointed by it, but meh. I hope you liked the battle segment with Saxton bloody fucking HALE! A man so mannly that is able to take down any foe on his own.
On a side note… I seriously want someone to draw me the new 'Purple' Sister, I need to see her in red colors.
Responds:
- chrisfortune00
Hey, thanks for kind words. I hope you enjoyed this chapter too.
- Piggyslayer1235
I kinda can't get on quicker with these chapters… unless you really like them to be half-assed.
And I will take your medical knowledge, might be useful.
- BreadNotDead
YES! Fanservice FTW!
This is the reason why I rate M all my fics, because I can put everything I want there and no one would stop me c:
And Nepgear will be pretty powerful, yes, but there will be a drawback to the HDD to balance things out. I just need to think about it.
