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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CRY SOME MORRRRRRRE

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

The Heavy is waiting.

He is become death... and the pusher of a leetle cart.

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

With, mind you, accompaniment. As useful as the cart is for cover from incoming RED fire, it's hardly what one would call the best shield in the world- and anyway, the Medic figures it'll provide him with a fairly strategic position if any of their BLU compatriots or temporary recruits have need of his assistance as they progress.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja has no needs for assistance yet -- on the contrary, he would offer his!

"Shall we start?" he asks. "RED enemies, I cannot see yet."

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"As you like," says the Medic. "Eizer come with us through ze tunnel up ahead- I expect zere to be Engineers beyond und zeir verdammt sentry guns- or take to ze slopes und secure ze high ground for us. Herr Demoman is on his way already."

Herr Demoman being the one-eyed fellow roaring in incoherent Glaswegian and blowing himself into the air through judicious application of clustered sticky grenades.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja takes in the terrain, and decides fast.

"High ground," he says. "Looking at the landscape, I can see that men might lurk ahead, and if I shoot them from afar, you may go on faster, and in safety."

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Sehr gut. See you on ze ozzer side," says the Medic, flashing a grin; it fades quickly at the flicker of a RED scout up ahead.

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[ostro_goth]

Teja nods, and quickly takes himself into the terrain, seeking the high ground, and seeking any threat of moving red in his surrounding with his eyes, ready to shoot.

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[gorgonfondness]

Hey guys, have a Pyro!

There's a good chunk of mumbling that hopefully sounds like, "Took down a RED."

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Heavy and Teja may have trouble understanding the mumbling, but the Medic's actually become quite good at understanding Pyros over his years of service. He smiles. "Danke," he says as the cart creaks its way forward. "I would ask a favor if I may- ze second trigger of your flammenwurfer expels compressed air, not fire. Ze RED Demoman is likely to line ze tunnel walls und ceiling mit stickybombs; can you clear some away?"

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[gorgonfondness]

There's a brief nod before she goes ahead and fires an air blast.

The kickback this time around surprises her a little, but the weapon only gets a look and a nod of apparent approval before she presses on.

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

There's a chrrrmmmm noise from behind. Mia may notice that she's suddenly starting to feel a lot better. If she turns and looks behind her, she'll find that Medic's stepped away from the cart and is pointing the nozzle of that big blue backpack he always wears at her. The swirling blue energies it emits don't seem much concerned with traveling in a straight line, but the link is there- and will stay there until she's not only healed, but rather better than healed. A freshly pumped-up Pyro will definitely make RED's day that much worse.

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[gorgonfondness]

He gets a nod of salute from her and a mumbled, "Thanks!" But she never knew doctors could do that. It's closer to something Jessica would do than the doctors at home.

And now feeling more than refreshed, they continue through the tunnel, another air blast after Mia's confident they've passed the end of the-

OH FUCK, THAT WAS A SHOT! DAMN SENTRY GUN!

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Scheisse!" The Medic flattens himself against a tunnel wall. "Herr Soldier! I sink we haf need of your rockets!"

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[ostro_goth]

Teja lifts the rocket launcher onto his shoulder, steps out from behind the cart, and shoots into the dark where the shot came from.

If he is hit, he can be healed like their small comrade with the mask was, or remade, and catch up with them.

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[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

You mean like that other BLU Pyro that's just joined them from the rear?

That's right, you imbeciles. You all just keep focusing on that turret up there while the Spyro gets behind whoever's in the rear.

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

There's a very satisfying fa-thoom! from up ahead, and the sound of an angry Engineer running down with his wrench in hand. "Anozzer one, I sink," says the Medic, glancing briefly over his shoulder before looking ahead once more. What? It's a Pyro. There's always Pyros.

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

The Heavy, for his part, charges through and spins up his minigun. The Scout won't survive for long!

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

Someone should tell the Scout that.

He's moving fast, double jumping and dodging amongst the rocks with his scattergun out.

"Hey, fattie! Where's your sandwich? BONK!" The last is accompanied by the roar of his gun as he fires it.

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

"Leetle man, meet big gun! Saving sandvich for vorzy opponent!"

The Heavy can't exactly dodge, but he can soak up the fire like a sponge as he fires back at the Scout with Sasha.

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

Scout can definitely not take that much damage, but he knows if he can stay close the Heavy can't turn fast enough to keep up with him. If he's lucky, he can still take the big guy down with the Scattergun.

"Come on, man! I'm runnin' circles around ya!"

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

"Not for long!" the Heavy insists, knowing full well that he's fighting a losing battle.

And even though they won't come fast enough... "MEDIIIIIIIIC!"

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

Well, he may not get there fast enough, but the Medic's been practicing with his blutsauger lately. If he times the weapon's arc properly at least some of the syringes should impact that verdammt Scout and give him a hard time.

[uncloakndagger.livejournal.com]

"Whoa!" Yipes the Scout as the syringes hit him, stumbling. Between the needles and the bullets, he isn't feeling too hot here. Also, his Scattergun just went empty.

"Get lost, Doc! Ain't no one asked you to join this party," Scout snaps, dodging behind the Heavy's bulk.

Of course, he's still trying to beat the man's skull in with the bat he just pulled out.

[crysomemore.livejournal.com]

Luckily, the Heavy packed his shotgun instead of his sandvich today, because he just ran out of bullets for his minigun.

He can't find it, though, and he's got to produce a weapon fast. Otherwise, he'll be toast before you can even say 'Kremlin.'

Hopefully his dusty old pair of boxing gloves will do just as well as anything else.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

The Medic, for his part, is concentrating on that Scout. "Hold still, Schweinhund, this will only sting for a moment," he mutters. It's not as if the syringes will hurt his teammate, after all.