As I walked from the train station, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of uncertainty. I mean, how could you not? Being thrown onto a train with little baggage and a destination : Coldfront.
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As I trudged through the snow, I could only imagine what was held behind those doors. What is everyone like? Will I die as soon as I get on the battlefield? All these questions raced through my mind as I entered the building.
Once inside, I notice two people standing in the lobby. They saw me and walked over. "Howdy!" A short man with goggles greeted me with a thick southern accent. "Oi." A taller man with a Australian spoke. "So, partner, you must be the new Scout?" The Southerner asked. "Y-yeah, that's, um, me." I said. "The names Dell." He said as he stuck out his hand. "Kyle." I said, accepting his hanshake. "That there's Marty, our Sniper, I'm the Engineer." I looked to Sniper as he spoke. "Engie and I are 'ere to give you a tour of this bloody place." He looked at my expression and laughed. "I'm just kiddn' mate!" I breathed a sigh of relief. "Come now, let's go!" Dell said as he opened a door to my long career of working at B.L.U
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"... and this is your room." The Texan said as we stopped by a blue wooden door. "T-thanks Dell, er, e-engie." I stuttered out as I walked inside the small room. "Yall better git ready for the battle tomorra." The Engineer said before leaving me to unpack. As I began to unpack what little baggage I had, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I mean, I know about the respawn, but you only respawn once a battle. Die again, and your dead for good. I sat down on the dusty bed, wondering if I made the right choice.
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"MAGGOTS, YOU'D BETTER BE READY TO HAVE YOUR ASS KICKED UNLESS YOU DRAG IT OUT OF BED NOW!" Solly yelled as he walked down the hall. I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed. I struggled getting dress, while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. It had been a long night, now it was worse with Soldier.
I walked into the kitchen, everybody doing their own thing. Heavy was making sandwiches, and Medic was fooling with his Medi-Gun. The German looked up as I walked in. "Guten tag, Herr Scout!" He spoke as I walked over to the refrigerator, and grabbed a can of Bonk. As I sipped the contents, Demoman walked, drunken as ever. He stumbled in, slurring out curse words as he bumped into anything in his path. "Ay, *hic* mate, ready ta *hic* kill the wee red b-*hic* -asterds?" He slurred before falling into the table, snoring loudly. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
As I walked to the spawn room, I heard a whoosh behind me. I spun around, only to feel a cool, metal object pressed up against my neck. I was pulled by something, or someone. I started shaking, only to be let go, followed by laughter. "Zhe Scout is too gullible!" A French accent said. I sighed and turned to see the Spy laughing. "Zhe look on your face..." Spy said as he breathed heavily. I felt my face turn red with embarrassment. I quickly turned around and walked through the spawn room doors.
"Mission begins in 30 seconds!" The Announcer spoke through the PA system. I put on my hat, along with my headset. I finished wrapping up my hands, and grabbed my bat, doing some warm up swings. I then grabbed my scattergun, feeling the wooden grips beneath my fingers. "Mission begins in 10 seconds!" Another announcement came over the PA. I lined up at the large metal garage-styled door, waiting for it to open.
"...5..."
You'll be fine, I told myself.
"...4..."
Be careful...
"...3..."
Run fast...
"...2..."
Shoot, point and shoot...
"...1!"
The door flew open as we ran words the battlefield. My heart was pounding as I ran way ahead of everyone else.
As I approached the center, I saw the other spawn. I ducked behind a rock, planning what to do next. I grabbed my bat, took a deep breath, and ran as hard as I could. I ran straight pass the enemy Heavy without him being able to take a shot. I ran, not knowing where to go as I went straight into the enemy base, trying to locate the brief case. I turned down a promising looking hallway, only to hear a loud beeping sound. I skidded to a halt, leaning against a wall. I peaked around the corner, of course, there was a enemy sentry. The engineer stood close to his sentry, wielding his shotgun. I turned the other way and ran, hoping for a better route to win this wretched game.
To be continued...
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Coldfront Tale
Fanfiction(TF2) The story of a Scout who moves to Coldfront to begin his career as a mercenary. But will he make any friends because of his quite personality?
