//------------------------------// // Chapter 2: Training Part 1 // Story: Team Cutie Mark Crusaders // by LE_MALEM //------------------------------// LE_MALEM's Fanfictions Presents A My Little Pony : Friendship is Magic/Team Fortress 2 Crossover Author's Notes: First of all, I thank whoever who supported or will support this fanfiction and follow it to the very end and I apologize for being late because I really had a few things to do. Without further adeu, here is chapter 2. Oh yeah! I do not own MLP or TF2! Chapter 2: Training Part 1 Sweet Apple Acres "I said I'll let you go, that doesn't mean y'ar my sister anymore" Those were Applejack's last words before she left the castle, beaten mentally and thinking what will that brutish creature will reserve for Applebloom. She was tearing under the biggest tree of her farm, regretting what she said to her sister. It is true that Applebloom is big enough to make her own decisions but still she wanted to protect her. She wanted her to earn her Cutie Mark like every other member of the Apple family; guess it wasn't her destiny after all. "I'll apologize to her when she returns. I must grow stronger mahself to prepare for the upcoming war." thought Applejack. Big Macintosh saw the whole thing - Of course after the outburst his sister made he couldn't just stand there - and approached her, hugged her and said: "No worries, dear Sister, I betcha Applebloom will become a sweet and strong mare by the time being." said Big Mac "Ah know, Big Mac, I guess I was scared fer nothin' after all." replied Applejack On the jet "WOW! This is so cool, Mr. Saxxy, I wish I could fly like this thing here!" said Scootaloo, fluttering her wings. Hale noticed the wings, then the scooter and was thinking. "Ummmmmmm, Mr. Saxxy? Hello?" "Ah! Sorry, my little filly! I was just lost in thought! Oh yeah! This thing we're flying with is called a jet. It can fly so fast that it can destroy everything on its way with only pressure!" "This is so cool! It's like a big, really big version of Rainbow Dash! My dream is to be the next best flier in all of Equestria! And nothing can stand in my way!" said Scootaloo, solemnly "Yeah that's a nice dream you have there... a nice dream indeed!" said Hale "I don't know what to say to her for now, perhaps I should ask his opinion! And then he picked up the transrecevier (sp?), dialed some numbers and waited. "Hello?" a voice spoke in a strange language (This is German so he speaks normal English here) The fillies were startled and jumped when the voice came from the other side. "Oh don't worry! This machine let us talk to people who are so far away and only those who possess it can answer to your calls!" the CMC nodded after the short explaination and then returned to his business "Hello, Medic? Could you please call everyone to a meeting? This is a matter of an extreme emergency! We have new recruits here! "New recruits? But we hadn't recruits for years! Are you going to fire some of us or something?" asked the Medic "Oh bloody hell no! You're my best unit for God's sake! I can't fire any of you! All you have to do is train them in the art of combat so that they'll defend themselves in case of war!" "Oh! Most interesting! In that case I'll be happy to call everyone in time! When I heard about you rushing to the jet, I knew something is about to happen! Very well! Until later! and he hung up. "That was very cool, Mr. Hale! I really wish I could speak other languages so smoothly!" said Sweetie Belle "Agh! Don' remind me! Sweetie Belle! Last time with that Cutie Pox curse thingie! I was able to speak in Fancy for a while, it was horrible!" said Applebloom, not as enthusiastically as ever! "Don't worry, my dear fillies, we have everything prepared for you there! It's going to be a long year I tell ya!" said Hale And the jet continued its course to the Mann. Co. Industry. Mann. Co. Industry, Australia, Nightime The jet landed on the top of the all lightened up building. The filles stared in amazement on how tall and big the building was. Their amazement couldn't be expressed by words. Hale was leading the way, taking the stairs, moving from hall to hall while having all personnel looking at those small little ponies. They simply couldn't quit looking at them without having comments. Finally, they have arrived in a big room. The smell of medecine and blood was reeking and the CMC's noses were sensitive to know what it is. In the room stood nine guys wearing black and white. The first was a short guy with a yellow hardhat and googles. He was carrying some blue paper with white lines traced on it. He had a rubber glove on his right hand. He carried a tool-box and a wrench with him, strapped on his belt. The next was a very muscular guy, he was bald and was eating a sandwich. He was making the most noise of all people with only his eating manners. He had a belt of some sort of metallic things strapped around his body. The next was a strangely dressed man with helmet covering his eyes and the shade from it showing a five o'clock shadow. He had what appeared to be military clothing on, with a belt around his chest that had two orange rock things on them. He also wore boots and pants, another belt with a pouch around his waist. The next one next to him was slightly the same height as the helmet head. He had a leather fedora on his head, covering his gold-lensed eye glasses. He had a light brown vest with pockets covering a black collared shirt with a white undershirt. On his left arm were a fingerless glove and a watch. He also had a belt with a pouch, holding up comfortable looking brown pants. Below that were thin pointed brown boots. Beside him was a strange one at that. He was a dark skinned man with a black beanie and an eye patch, with a thin beard on his face. That was not the weird part. He wore an incredibly thick black vest, with six weird looking tubes on them. Underneath that was what appeared to be a black rubber, baggy jumpsuit of some sort. He wore the same boots as the first two, and a pouch was pinned on his pants. A few feet away from him was a kid who was around eighteen. He wore a black baseball cap with a headset covering it. He had no facial hair, and was wearing some weird necklace around his neck with two silver tags. He wore a simple black plain t-shirt, with some sort of thin bag on his bag, the strap going over his torso. His pants were baggy and brown, going to his knees before being covered by long white socks. On his feet were black and white cleats. The last two were surprising. Next to the kid was an old looking man, with small strands of grey hair going through his hair. He had a small pair of glasses on his face, showing a sense of knowledge. He wore what appeared to be a white button up shirt with a black tie, but it was barely acknowledgeable since it was covered in a white lab coat. His hands were covered by entirely black rubber gloves. A black belt surrounded the lab coat and pants.. His boots however were like the fedora man's, thin and pointed, but these ones were black. The following person, if you even call it a person, they couldn't even recognize. His or her face couldn't be seen, since it was covered by a black rubber mask with a breathing tube to the left of it. Two plastic eye holes were on it, with a respirator in the front. The rest of his outfit was a giant rubber black suit, with near the legs starting to shade black from something. Black boots like the other were on his feet, the ankle parts completely black. The most noticeable thing on him was the weird canister on his back, being held by straps on his torso, which also had another strap with three strange containers on it. The last one was a fairly tall man. He wore a black ski mask, covering his face except for his eyes and mouth, which held a lit cigarette. The rest of his attire consisted of a blue pinstriped suit, with a white button shirt underneath with a black tie. He wore black gloves on his hands, and black dance shoes on his feet. He was twirling and playing with his butterfly knife. The fillies were afraid by the imposition of these nine figues. Each and everyone of them have a commanding aura around them. The man with the lab coat approached Saxton Hale and saluted him. "Velcome back, Mr. Hale, I vish your trip was excellent!" then he was gripped by Hale by the head, whispering something to him. The man's looked at Scootaloo in an utmost seriousness and just nodded his head. "So boss, who're the new recruits you've been speaking about to the Doc?" said the kid-looking one. "Those little ponies you're seeing right now are your new recruits and they're all under your capable hands!" said Hale after regaining his composture. "PONIES!?" All of them, except the Medic and Engineer, said "But, sir" the helmeted one spoke "with all due respect how will we train horses!" "I ain't no horse, ya big fruitloop, I am a very proud pony of Equestria and I'll buck each and everyone of you who says the opposite!" said Scootaloo. The kid looking guy was amazed. Pretty much spirited for something so tiny, but Equestria sure did ring a bell to those nine fellows. "Oh! So you're from that land with the prancin' show ponies and beautiful colors? Oh poikah! I sure have forgotten about it for an instant! Nice meeting ya, mates, or should I say, fillies. I'm Snoipah." The gold-lensed glasses man said pointing to himself. "Ah sure have seen everything when I saw that land fer the first time! The name is Engineer, you can call me Engie!" said the hardhat man, who made Applebloom have her head down and all sad. He went to comfort her but she hided behind Hale's leg. Hale whispered something to the Engineer who had quite a shock after he realized that he reminded her of her sister. "You are the smallest horses..." he was interrupted by two hooves in his helmet, Scootaloo's to be exact. The helmet was ringing a lot onto his head (Soldier is my most hated class in TF2. He deserved it!) before he regained his composture "I'm Soldier by the way! We have been on the wrong foot or should I say hoof! Excuse my language really I didn't know!" The kid laughted is ass off litterally at the Soldier then said "I like ya, little fella, maybe we could be good you and I! I'm Scout by the way! Fastest human you could find around the block!" and on that last sentence, Scootaloo had her eyes on him all along. Sweetie Belle was looking at everyone so intensly interacting with each other when the ski-masked man showed up. "Oh! Bonsoir, my little pony, allow me to give zis beautiful flower to a little cute creature such as yourself!" he said eloquently. Sweetie Belle took her time to answer this, but her answer surprised every single person here. "Mais vous êtes très flatteur mon cher monsieur!" said Sweetie Belle in perfect French and took the flower from him. "WHAT?! How and when did you learn to speak in FANCY?" it was from Applebloom whose outburst scared everyone in the room. "Oh nothing really! I know just a few words in Fancy from my sister! She knows the language very well when she speaks with people from Fence!" (The equivalent country of France is Fence and that's final) answered Sweetie Belle. "Ahem!" said the masked man, gathering her attention "Where are my manners? My name is Spy! Enchanté!" "De même, Monsieur Spy..." and they both trailed off the room, speaking sometimes in English, sometimes in French. "Leetle ponies are funny to me! Name is Heavy! AHAHAHAAHA and this is my friend Sandvich! We kill baby men fast!" the muscular guy said "Aye, these bunch of wee-fillies are going to be a good workout! Me name is Demoman!" said the eye-patched man, taking a swig from his bottle of liquor. "MMMPHHH! MMMHPMPHPYRPHHHH!" said the rubber masked person. Then the tall lab coated man approached Scootaloo and examined her carefully by looking at her. "Hey Scoots, you have to go with the Doctor little filly!" said Hale with a stern look. Scootaloo was to afraid and did nothing but comply with Saxton Hale. She followed the Medic inside the emergency room. After the examination, he came with Scootaloo outside. "I zink she deserves to be told ze truth about her condition! You were correct on your assesement, Herr Hale" said Medic, not joking around. "Condition? What condition?" asked Scootaloo. "I hate to be the bearer of bad new, young filly, but unfortunately it's impossible for you to... fly!" The revelation struck her like a thunderstorm! Scootaloo was totally broken down, balbutiating and muttering stuff like: "No...no no no... this can't be true... I am going to be a good flier in the future... Tell me that's not true! TELL ME THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE!" she trotted away outside, crying fountains. "What the hell was that crap, Doc? Can't your magical medigun re-grow stuff?" asked Scout, angrily "I'm afraid zat even miracles couldn't cure her condition! It is a rare case zat I haven't laid my eyes in a good time." answered Medic, seriously. "Oh for the love of God! Medic you're so heartless sometimes!" and then Scout ran in Scootaloo's direction. End of Part 1 Chapter 2 I am really sorry guys I really had to prepare for my diploma! I was occupied to my neck with work! But I hope you enjoyed the chapter and the cliffhanger! Sorry for this chapter being shorter than usual!