Team Stable 2

by FrostyDawn


Friendship begins in 60 seconds...

"Gravel Pit", New Mexico, U.S.A
August 17th, 1963
1100 hours

The desert region was a quiet, hot wasteland. Until a man by the name of Zephiah Mann left this chuck of land to his two sons, Redmond and Blutarch, before he passed away. The two brothers each hired nine different mercenaries to fight the other and take the entire mass of land left by their father for themselves. This particular mass of land, known as Gravel Pit, was a rich quarry of granite and a few iron reserves. Redmond's mercenaries, the Reliable Excavation Demolition team, (or RED for short), had taken Gravel Pit, and defending themselves from the BLU team, Builders League United.

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"Hurry, doctor! BLU team is taking point!" a member of the RED team yelled. He was bulky, bald, wore a bandolier of large bullets, and carried a ridiculously enormous gatling gun, which he named 'Sasha'. The stereotypical Russian. He wore a thick vest over a red shirt, bearing a fist emblem on the sleeves shoulder.This was the Heavy Weapons Guy. He was a quiet man, but it was wise to never upset him if you felt like keeping your face. He glowed with a crimson light from the man following him. The person following the Heavy had his hair perfectly coifed, a small pair of spectacles resting on his nose, and wore a white lab coat with red rubber gloves splattered with blood. In his hands, he held a small cylindrical device, spewing a glowing red energy, which connected to the Heavy's body. The device was connected to a backpack, which was marked with a red cross insignia.

"Übercharge at 80%!" The German doctor called out, reading a small meter on the barrel of his device. He went by many names. Medic, Doctor, Doc, even "Sawbones". His device enabled the Medic to heal injuries in a matter of seconds, and take his brothers-in-arms to the peak of health. The Heavy and Medic had worked side by side for many years, sharing victories and losses against the BLU team. They rushed to a "Control Point", with was critical to defend if they were going to stop the BLUs from taking over. The Control Point was concealed in a wooden shack, sporting a large satellite dish on the roof.

Upon reaching the shack, the Heavy readied his gun, spinning the barrel as he prepared to turn the corner. The point was empty, so the Heavy relaxed and slowed the gun. "Where are cowards? Control Point was under attack a minute ago." Heavy asked, as he swore he had heard the sound of gunfire and explosions recently. The Medic sighed, switching off his Medical Gun, causing the Heavy's red aura to fade. "Zhey must be at ze ozher control point. Zhe BLUs might have heard us coming."

Their eyes suddenly widened as a faint beeping broke the silence. The Heavy looked up at the low ceiling. A group of blue spheres stuck to the ceiling, with small spikes protruding from their surface. "Doctor!" The Heavy yelled, pushing the Medic out of the cabin. The beeping quickened, and in a flurry of light and heat, the Heavy was gone. The Medic lay on the rough ground, attempting to prop himself up. The cabin was set ablaze, making smoke roll out from the windows. As his vision returned from the blast, he could see the ground and door of the cabin smeared with blood. And something else was in the middle of the flames. A person. He wore a suit that covered his entire body in a blue coating. The stranger had two incendiary grenade strapped to his chest, and on his back was a silver oxygen tank.

But what really frightened the Medic was the mask. The mysterious figure was known only as the "Pyro". He wore a black gas mask, which shielded his eyes and had a small respiratory valve over his mouth. He carried a flamethower, which was composed of a propane tank, a car muffler and a handle, like that of a gas pump. The Pyro tossed it aside, and reached behind him, pulling out a rusty axe crudely wound with barbed wire. "Schiße!" The Medic muttered. The doctor attempted to stand up and run, but his leg was severely injured from the explosion. The Pyro slowly walked over to the Medic, towering over him and staring at him through the haunting gas mask. "Nein... nein, I beg you... bitte...." The Medic pleaded, hoping the maniac's humanity would reach through. However, this was not the case. The Pyro raised the axe over his head, and tried to speak through the mask's respirator.

"Mphmpmhpm Fphpmh Mpphfm." He mumbled, as that was the only sound he could make. The Medic shut his eyes tight as the Pyro swung the axe downward....

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All of the mercenaries were familiar with the respawn system. It was an acronym for "Reanimating Emulation Software for Preserving Authorized Weaponry and Neurons." It was designed by Zepheniah Mann, but built by both Redmond and Blutarch to aid them in the war. It's purpose was to bring a deceased person back to life, by taking their neural brain patterns and planting them in a carbon copy of the person. Both the BLU team and the RED team utilized the respawn system to revive their mercenaries to be killed over an over, and allowed them to be brought back and keep fighting where they left off, bringing them back to the teams base.

Medic awoke to a sound he had not heard in a long time. The sound of birds singing. He had a pet dove, Archimedes, who cooed whenever the Medic was around, but this sound was different. The gentle hum of the respawn device cooling down was not there. The Medic expected to find himself laying on the linoleum tile floor of the base, staring up at the ceiling. But as the Medic sat up, he realized something was wrong. He looked around, finding himself at the edge of a forest, with lush trees and the sun shining with out any clouds in the sky. "Vhere am I?" he thought to himself. He found himself on a hill, staring down at a small village below. He could barely make out people walking the streets. "Perhaps I could find some answers down zhere." He looked down, and saw the Medi-gun laying at his feet. Normally, the Medic carried a bonesaw and a small gun to fire syringes that followed him through the respawn system. The only thing that followed him was the Medi-gun. The Übercharge gauge read 0%. The sound of hurried wingflaps approached him, from the forest behind him.

"Watch out!" a voice said. The Medic turned, but something ran into him. The Doctor tumbled down the hill, and along with whatever collided into him. When the two of them skidded to a stop, the Medic fumbled around for his glasses. "Dummkopf! Can't you learn to vatch vhere you are going?" He said, exasperated.

"I'm so sorry, mister! Here's you're glasses..." The voice said. It was light and feminine, something the Medic hadn't heard in a long time. Medic reached out in front of him, picking up the glasses.

"Danke..." he said. With his glasses clearing his vision, he looked at the person. It was a girl, somewhere in her early 20's. Her hair was long and curled, and a particular blonde shade that it almost cast a pink hue. The girl wore a yellow sweater, which looked at least two sizes too big. Her eyes were bright blue, and was partially obstructed by her hair.

"Please forgive me, mister! I didn't mean to! I'm a horrible flyer..." The girl said. The Medic brushed the dust off his coat.

"No, I'm zorry. I zhouldn't have lashed out at you like zhat. But just out of curiosity... did you zay 'flyer'?" Medic asked, intrigued. The girl nodded. Behind her, two feathery yellow wings unfurled, catching Medic by surprise.

"What's wrong? Haven't you seen a pegasus-girl before?" The girl asked. Medic just stared in awe, his jaw hanging open.

"A-a-a pegasus? No, zhose are only myth..." The Medic said.

"Well, they are real..." The girl said, leaning forward and holding out her hand. "I'm Fluttershy. I really like your cutie mark." She said. The Medic nearly let out a chuckle.

"My vhat?" he asked. Fluttershy pointed to the red cross emblem on the Medic's shoulder.

"Your cutie mark. See, here's mine." Fluttershy gently brushed her sweater down, revealing an image on her bare shoulder, three pink butterflies. "This means I'm good with animals... what does yours mean?" She asked. The Medic soon caught on with Fluttershy's explanation, and thought he would play along.

"Vell... I guess it means I am a doctor. I help people vith injuries." Fluttershy's eyes widened.

"Injuries? Oh, no! I forgot why I was in such a rush! I saw my friend Rainbow Dash crash over here a while ago!" She said, taking off a few feet off the ground. She then turned to the Medic. "Oh, wait! You're a doctor, right? Would you please help my friend? She could be hurt!.... if that's alright with you." She said sheepishly.

The Medic looked down at the Medi-gun, which landed a short distance away. He thought about the Heavy, and how he would be holding up at the front lines without him. He picked the Medi-gun up, and looked at Fluttershy. The Heavy needed him, but so did she. The Medic was aware that he was stuck in this world. A world free from war. And someone needed his help. He held the Medi-gun, as he made his choice. "Take me to your friend."