PRPl's Reign {TF2 Fanfic}

Files Update, Log Entry ----

"I want to get a proper file going on for my team concept. I will remove this and the pictures of each member once the file has been completed and turned into The Administrator."

--Tactician, archived 'Creating the Team' in PRPL official files

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I was hired onto a lucrative assignment to assist a big name in the australlium market. I was then quickly explained my task to help protect the buisness in their plans, seemingly going no where. I intend to look further into the project through the means of Miss Pauling.

The task: Create a team consisting of nine classes to defend the surrounding areas {LOCATIONS REDACTED} of an invasion started by two rich brothers, I guess long lost brother, that had some issues with being abandoned.

Team Requirements: Following along the list provided in the necessary people the Administrator gave me, the list contains the usual classes she has created for her little war. Classes are the following:

<>Scout
<>Soldier
<>Pyro

<>Demoman
<>Heavy
<>Engineer

<>Medic
<>Sniper
<>Spy

I was given permission to interact with (limited to two weeks) the other two teams RED and BLU to understand what I am looking for. I've done some brief searching and I think I may have already found someone in the role for 'Scout'. I will update as I continue my research. This will also entail the Bot Invasion. More to include.

--March 28 {YEAR REDACTED}

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The file's front page rests on a tired man's desk. His eye's looked exhausted, but the rest of the contents were already turned in. The final member was added onto the team just a few days ago, so he turned in the paper documents this morning. Sitting there analyzing his work, a knock on the door indicated that his co-worker has arrived for the new assignment being given to his team. The Administrator spoke about a recent outbreak in damages to the two main bases of RED and BLU, and requested a special and brief assignment to ease in his new comers. A kind gesture, so says Miss Pauling.

Miss Pauling enters the room after two knocks. She waved at the tall woman sitting at her seat before walking over to the man at the desk. A weary smile was given to her as he makes room for her to sit and explain the assignment.

"Well, I'm sorry it took forever to get here. There was actually traffic for once and I just, hadn't calculated the time it'd take for that. Apparently one of the military's test bombs went off and made a big explosion near the area. Made the locals nervous enough to check it out. Claiming 'aliens'." She laughed. The man smiles about to say something, before his mind locked onto a word. Chalking it up to his exhausted state, his mind left him, leaving an empty shell behind and drifting into the dark depths of an old memory.