In the bustling land of 2Fort, a serene day had dawned, although serenity was relative given the constant warfare between the RED and BLU teams, As always. On either side of a polluted canal, stand two strikingly similar forts. The deep water of the canal acts as a barrier between the two forts, but a covered bridge connects them, offering a means to cross over. Both forts are heavily fortified, with battlements that provide a strategic advantage to sharpshooters to defend against any approaching mercenaries. Below the bridge lies a small body of water, which can be accessed to reach the sewers.
The atmosphere was so thick with tension that it felt suffocating, as the two teams faced off against each other in a fierce battle of wits and strategy. Each side was determined to gain access to the other's valuable intelligence, which was contained within their heavily guarded suitcases. The air was filled with the acrid smell of smoke and gunpowder, making it hard to breathe. The deafening roar of explosions and gunfire echoed through the air, each sound making the ground shake beneath their feet. Rockets and grenades rained down from above, creating an almost apocalyptic scene that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Despite the chaos and danger, both teams remained steadfast and focused, fighting with every ounce of skill and dedication they possessed to emerge victorious over their foes. Every movement was calculated and precise, and every decision was made with careful consideration. It was a battle of epic proportions, one that would go down in history as a testament to the bravery and skill of those who fought on both sides.
Jeremy, a notorious mercenary known as the RED Scout, is a fierce scrapper and a passionate baseball fan hailing from the vibrant city of Boston, Massachusetts. Despite being the youngest member of his family, Jeremy is a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, boasting unmatched speed and agility that allows him to outmaneuver even the most skilled opponents. Armed with a powerful Scattergun, a sturdy metal bat, and a trusty pistol, the Scout is on a mission to capture the BLU's intelligence and emerge victorious in this war.
With lightning speed and nimble agility, the Scout sprang onto the rooftop of a towering bridge, deftly evading a hail of projectiles raining down on him. His keen eyes darted around, scanning the area for any signs of danger. Spotting an opening, he vaulted off the roof and plunged into the icy waters below, his heart racing with adrenaline as he walked toward the enemy's stronghold.
As he walked, he kept a watchful eye for any vulnerable targets, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The murky sewer tunnel loomed before him.
Suddenly, he spotted a Demoman's sticky trap in his path, a lethal minefield of explosives primed to detonate on contact. Without hesitation, he leaped backward, twisting his body in mid-air to avoid the deadly trap.
The Demoman, caught off-guard by the Scout's sudden movements, panicked and triggered his own sticky bombs, creating a deafening explosion that echoed through the tunnel. The Scout emerged unscathed, a wry smile on his face.
The Demoman's frustration was palpable as he muttered under his breath, "Ugh! You're lucky, Tiny Man!" He was seething with anger that his sticky trap had gone to waste. With a disappointed sigh, he put away his stick bomb launcher and drew his trusty long sword, the Eyelander. The glint of the sword's sharp edge caught the light as he prepared to take on the Scout. "But ye won't be sae lucky!"
Scout challenged Demoman with a taunt, smirking at his threat. "Ha! You really think that little toothpick is going to do anything to me? Go ahead and try Cyclops!" he said, his voice tinged with amusement. Despite Demoman's threatening stance, Scout appeared completely unfazed and confident in his abilities.
The air was thick with tension as The Demoman charged at Scout with his sword raised high. Scout's heart raced as he prepared to defend himself. In a split second, Scout rolled away to avoid the swing and aimed his shotgun at The Demoman's chest. However, The Demoman was not an easy opponent to take down. He made an unpredictable move and threw his sword at Scout, hitting his shotgun and knocking it out of his hands.
With his shotgun out of commission, Scout had to think fast. He knew he couldn't outmatch The Demoman's strength, but he had one advantage - his agility. The Demoman pulled out his pipebomb launcher and started firing at Scout, who knew he had to move quickly to evade the barrage of explosives. With his agility and quick reflexes, Scout managed to jump out of the way, avoiding the brunt of the attack.
As The Demoman continued to fire his pipebombs, Scout pulled out his trusty pistol. He took aim and fired a shot, hitting The Demoman in the leg and causing him to fall to his knees. He gritted his teeth and reached for his grenade launcher, determined to take down Scout once and for all.
As soon as the Demoman grasped his Pipebomb launcher, Scout sprinted towards him and brandished his metal bat in his left hand, while his pistol rested firmly in his right. Scout aimed his pistol at the Demoman's chest and fired a few rounds before delivering a powerful blow to his head with the bat, rendering him unconscious. In the heat of the moment, the Demoman reached for his trusty Pipebomb launcher, but before he could make a move, the Scout sprang into action. With lightning-fast reflexes, the Scout charged toward the Demoman, wielding a sturdy metal bat in his left hand and a sleek pistol in his right. The Scout aimed his firearm at the Demoman's chest and let off a few quick rounds, causing the Demoman to stumble backward. But the Scout wasn't done yet - he followed up with a powerful swing of his bat, connecting with the Demoman's head and knocking him out cold.
Scout, with a smirk on his face, taunted The Demoman whom he had just defeated in a heated battle. "Next time, use BOTH eyes, Eyepatch!" he exclaimed as he confidently picked up his shotgun and continued his mission with a renewed sense of purpose to capture the enemy's intelligence.
The Scout cautiously made his way through the dark and damp sewers, being mindful of every step he took. With each move, he was inching closer to the enemy's center base. As he emerged from the sewers, he was greeted by a barrage of engineer sentries and a pyro guarding the entrance. The Scout moved past them, dodging their attacks with his lightning-fast reflexes. He had to be careful not to get caught, or it would be game over.
As the Scout climbed up the stairs to the enemy base, his heart was pounding with anticipation. He was getting closer to his goal, but he couldn't let his guard down. Finally, he reached the top, and as he walked down the stairs, he noticed something strange. The base was empty. No engineers, no sentries, no pyros. It was a ghost town.
"Hm? That's weird," the Scout thought to himself, looking around the deserted base. "This place is usually filled with engineers and sentries. "Looks like I caught the BLU team lacking this time!" As he walked through the eerily empty base, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. He had made it this far without getting caught, and he was one step closer to completing his mission.
After a long and arduous journey, Scout finally arrived at the intel room. As he approached the briefcase, his attention was drawn to a peculiar object in the corner of the room. It appeared to be a BLU teleporter, similar to the ones he had seen before, but there was something off about this one. The teleporter emitted sparks and flickered erratically as if struggling to maintain its functionality. The device was coated in red paint, which contrasted sharply with its dented and rusted exterior. Wires protruded from the machine at odd angles and some were even visibly severed. Scout couldn't help but feel that this teleporter was old and decrepit, far beyond its prime.
"heh... I wonder what the BLU engineers were thinking when they were making this contraption..." Scout found himself perplexed at the decision-making abilities of the BLU team, wondering how they could have possibly thought that this current course of action was a good idea. "hmm I wonder..."
Scout was a curious individual, and as he approached the broken teleport, he couldn't resist taking a closer look. The machine appeared lifeless and inactive, with its circular platform lying still and silent. However, as Scout drew near, the teleporter suddenly sprang to life, startling him. The circular platform began to spin uncontrollably, and the teleporter started to spark and flicker with even more intensity, the electrical discharges illuminating the surrounding area.
Despite the damage it had sustained, the machine emitted a strange, low-humming sound as if it was struggling to maintain its operations. Scout watched in fascination as the teleporter fought to keep running, wondering what would happen next. The machine seemed to be battling with itself, trying to overcome the damage to its internal components to transport someone or something to another location.
Scout was intrigued by the teleporter's ability to defy the odds against it, and he couldn't help but feel in awe of the technology that made it possible. He stood there, mesmerized by the machine's efforts, waiting to see if the teleporter would succeed or fail in its mission. Appen next.
Scout looked at the malfunctioning teleporter with a perplexed expression on his face. The machine seemed to be struggling to stay on and function properly, emitting a series of mechanical sounds that indicated it was in distress. "What the hell?.." he muttered under his breath.
in an instant, someone rushes into the room, and to Scout's surprise, the Demoman from earlier stumbled into the room. Despite being brutally beaten up by Scout, he somehow managed to survive and held his sword with a firm grip. "Ye thought that was the last of The Black-Scottish Cyclops?!"
In a sudden and surprising turn of events, The Demoman charges ahead with his sword gleaming in the light, held tightly by his side, poised to strike. The Scout, being quick on his feet, instinctively tries to dodge the attack but is unable to evade it completely, causing him to stumble for a brief moment.
Seizing the opportunity presented to him, The Demoman quickly lunges forward with immense force, landing a powerful punch on the Scout's chest, causing him to be hurled backward and tumble over the old teleporter. The impact of the punch reverberates through the air, as the Scout crashes into the ground, gasping for breath and struggling to recover from the blow.
As the old teleporter hummed even more, its metal frame began to glow with an intense blue light. The machine spun faster and faster, the electrical sparks shooting out of it like fireworks. The low humming sound grew louder and louder, almost deafening. Scout felt himself being pulled towards the center of the teleporter, even when he tried to crawl away, the force of the teleporter's energy pulled him closer and closer to the sparks and the circular platform that glowed with an eerie brightness. The teleporter began to glitch and spark even more, and the smell of smoke filled the room. It seemed as if the machine was about to explode, its energy levels reaching a breaking point.
The Demoman was quick to react as he saw the Scout being pulled towards the teleporter's epicenter. He made a swift leap backward, ensuring that he was out of harm's way and avoided being sucked into the swirling vortex of energy. He then stood at a safe distance, watching with a wicked grin as the Scout was helplessly dragged closer and closer toward the center of the teleporter's maelstrom.
Not one to miss an opportunity, the Demoman quickly took advantage of the situation. He holstered his sword and brought out his trusty pipe bomb launcher, taking careful aim at the hapless Scout. "Aye, it seems ye've landed right where I want ye!" he cackled with glee, reveling in the Scout's futile attempts to break free from the teleporter's grasp.
This unexpected turn of events had presented the Demoman with an excellent opportunity, and he was determined to make the most of it. He continued to take aim at the Scout, his eyes fixed on his target, as the swirling vortex of the teleporter's energy continued to grow stronger and more intense. The Demoman knew that he had to act fast before the energy became too strong for him to control. He steadied himself and waited for the perfect moment to strike.
The Demoman's finger tightened around the trigger of his Pipebomb launcher, setting off a deafening blast that sent a lethal explosive hurtling through the air. The projectile rocketed towards the young Scout, who, with lightning-quick reflexes, recognized the imminent threat and frantically scrambled to escape. But his attempts were futile, as the powerful pull of the activated vortex grew stronger by the second, making it nearly impossible for him to break free. The vortex's gravitational force was now almost unbearable, and the Scout could feel it dragging him inexorably toward its center. He knew that he was no match for the vortex's overwhelming power and that his fate was sealed.
"HOLY CRA-"
As the pipe bomb was hurtling towards Scout's chest, the old teleporter seemed to have reached its limit. Suddenly, it exploded in a massive ball of blue energy that illuminated the entire room. The explosion was so intense that it filled the entire room with thick smoke, rendering the BLU team's base powerless. The Demoman was thrown off his feet by the sheer force of the explosion, his body flying through the air before crashing into a nearby wall with a loud thud.
As the smoke dissipates, the Demoman slowly gets up and starts looking for the Scout, but to his surprise, He was gone. the only traces left of him are a broken teleporter in pieces, a big burn spot on the ground, and pieces of a now Missing Scout's cap.
"Wot magic is this?" The Demoman said to himself, completely flabbergasted and confused about where Scout could have gone.
Little did he know, Scout had gone somewhere different, very different.
