Map: Badwater Basin. Payload.

[hands_of_blu]

BLU operations in the area have met with horrific resistance from RED of late. Steps, as they say, had to be taken. When the intelligence reports last filched from under RED's nose indicated the RED team had concentrated vast quantities of infrastructure in a single location accessible by rail from an old, forgotten BLU listening post...

Well. Who are the BLU field operatives to ignore an opportunity dropped in their lap?

Time for some serious mayhem.

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BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The BLU locker room is cramped by the standards of anyone who's worked at 2fort, but it can't be helped. The room was built quite some time ago- and anyway, there has to be room for the bomb and its cart.

The siren will sound soon, and the mission will get underway, but for now it's a tense, wary quiet.

BLU

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

The Heavy stands behind the front lines, nervously shifting Sasha in his hands.

"Do vwe have any new recruits?"

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

There's the sound of a door closing nearby; the Medic glances over Heavy's shoulder and smiles faintly. "I sink perhaps ze first has just arrived..."

BLU

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully, it vill be as much of a help to us zhis time as it vwas zhe last, da?"

Re: BLU

[ostro_goth]

Teja sees the doors, and knows what they mean.

He remembers Charlie being hurt when the doors where here last; but he also remembers what Will and Doc said.

He steps through the blue door with the full intention of visiting some mayhem upon that strange world.

Nobody dies anyway.

He steps through, and looks around.

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

It's a sterile-looking locker and supply room, smelling strongly of antiseptic. There are a number of men in varying types of blue clothing milling about. One- a fellow Teja may well remember- makes his way over from where he'd been talking to his peers. "Guten abend," he says with a faint smile. "May I be of assistance?"

Re: BLU

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings!" Teja says. "I have seen you in Milliways! And you may indeed help me -- I would fight, but lack the weapons used in this world."

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Happily zere is no difficulty amending your situation," says the Medic, gesturing towards a line of lockers along a nearby wall. "As today ve haf every intention of destroying a major RED installation, ze munitions lockers are full to ze brim." He considers the other man's build. "Alzough... hmm. Haf you a preference as to ze sort of fighting you intend zis day?"

Re: BLU

[ostro_goth]

"I would fight outright, and do damage!" Teja says. "Friends of mine ought here before; after some bewilderment, I thought: - it might be fun!"

Pause.

"I am a fighter."

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Spoken like a true Soldier," says the Medic, nodding firmly. He reaches for the door to one of the lockers. "Haf you any experience with firearms, by any chance? Ze shotgun und ze rocket launcher should be simple enough to operate."

Re: BLU

[ostro_goth]

"My friend CJ taught me to handle them, some while ago," Teja says. "I have not fought a war with them, but I shall not be worried by the recoil."

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[gorgonfondness]

Mia saw the doors.

She really had no idea what they meant. But she knew this: if Draco saw her enter a red door, he would have some questions for her involving Gryffindor.

Really, she just started by peeking around (see icon) and just happened to recognize the people inside.

"Herr Medic? Herr Heavy?"

Oh by the Goddess, what has she walked into?

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"... ach, anozzer one? Guten abend, Frau Ausa," calls the Medic. "You come at a tense moment, I am afraid."

Re: BLU

[gorgonfondness]

"So I've gathered," she says, taking in the room. "What precisely is going on?"

And can she help?

Though she's not sure she can. She's feeling unusually cut off from her magic. It's still there, just not as strong as she's used to for her level of training.

BLU

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

"Zhis... is a battlefield," the Heavy says with as expansive a gesture as his stubby left arm will allow. The other arm is holding his gun. "Should vwe get her a veapon, Doktor?"

Re: BLU

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Ja, I sink so," says the Medic. "Frau Ausa, I fear you've arrived chust in time for our expedition to see ze RED presence in the area destroyed utterly. I suggest for your own survival's sake you take a uniform und ze weapons associated with it; only half of ze people you'll encounter today will try to kill you under ze circumstances."

He eyes her height speculatively, then shakes his head.

"Not Scout, I sink. Perhaps... hmm."

BLU

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

"Vhat is your special talent, in your home world?" the Heavy asks. "I remember somesing about... snow?"

Re: BLU

[gorgonfondness]

"Yes, but I'm not sure how well that would go over. Usually when I fight, I fight with fire. And I suppose I would need a weapon since I can't feel my usual magic strength."

But perhaps she will...influence.

[dark_dancer]

This time, Cata knows what the doors are for.
She weighs the matter for a while, then decides she might as well. She's still a bit out of sorts from talking to that fellow who looks so much like Sam, and thinks on lines she can understand, but... isn't, in the end, her best friend. Perhaps the opportunity for a little civilised mayhem will help her clear her head.
So she takes the blue door, opting to just get a rifle there, since there will be other weapons. She can put up with wearing something other than her usual, this once.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Guten abend, Frau Cata!" calls the Medic, looking up from his latest orientation. "Und how do you do?"

[dark_dancer]

"Well enough, I suppose, but... this appeared at a good time, I think. Seems there's someone in the bar who looks rather like Sam. It's a bit disconcerting."
At least Billy's not a Hero. That would be even worse.
"Is this similar to the last time?"

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Somesing like. We haf a payload to deliver zis time, however. Ze RED presence in zis basin is too entrenched to ignore."

[dark_dancer]

"Blasting them out, sort of thing?"
She's heard of people doing similar things with magic, at home.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic nods. "Several of ze BLU team will escort ze cart of explosives to ze end of ze track closest to RED's buildings. Ze rest will be keeping RED from stopping ze cart- battles for ze high ground, clearing ze path, zat sort of thing."

[dark_dancer]

"I think a bit of path-clearing will be just the thing, in my case." It'll help to clear her head a bit. Assignments usually do, when she's in a tricky mental space.