The Medic I am a soldier in a never-ending war, a pawn of some greater power that
spans every Server in the land.
— Mr. Saturn
Rawr.
Silence. Not a sound is heard as I walk down this hallway; it is lit by
unflickering lights and smells of war. The red stripes on the wall are
tattered, worn, they reflect my soul, the soul of a warrior.
I am a soldier in a never-ending war, a pawn of some greater power that
spans every Server in the land.
I am a Medic.
The cement that lines these walls is my home, and my respawn is but a
fleeting memory. I leave my home once again, on my mission: The Flag. The
Flag is the ultimate symbol of power, of accomplishment, it is my destiny,
my goal. I shall have it. I have before. I have died trying, only to spawn
and spawn again, thrusting deep at the enemy, and retreating back, but this
time -
It shall be mine.
My shotgun is cold in my hands as I walk across the bridge, and a medic from
Blue gives me a glance as we pass each other. There is no malice between us,
we are but friends seperated by a color. Our mission is the same, but we go
opposite directions. My head is buffeted by a whoosh of air as a scout concs
above me; I resist the urge to take a potshot at him. It isn't worth it, I
will need my ammo. I begin to squint as the lights go dim in the enemy's
Foyer, but they again become bright as I enter The Base.
I am lucky, there is no early defense. But my luck shall soon run out, I
know. I go to the left, to the hallway, and glance up at the enemy's respawn
as I do so. If a Heavy Weapons guy were to drop down, it would be the end of
me ... but not this time. I run down the hallway, my fleet legs carrying me
faster than all but the scout. My finger rests on the trigger of my shotgun,
my body becomes tense. I know there is a soldier in the Ramp Room, he has
shot many a rocket at me before. Something clicks in my mind, and I relax; I
am carrying 3 concussion grenades. That's 2 more than I need to pass this
soldier! I rip the metal lever out of the grenade, and it begins it's timer.
4. 3. 2! ... I throw the green package upwards, to where I know the solider
lies, and he flies, flailing, into the wall in front of me. He tries to fire
a rocket at me, but hits the space between his own feet, further confusing
him. I run.
The ramps are short when you are fast, and I am nearly to the elevator
before a rocket whizzes past my head, into the wall beside me. Schrapnel
flies in all directions, and some of it tears the cloth of my suit. I,
however, am only scratched. As the Ramp Room becomes a forgotten thing, I
hear a click and a loud blast as the soldier futilely tries to shoot me full
of hot lead. He fails, and I am already dropping down to his basement.
My legs feel sharp pain as I hit the ground, but I lose no speed. I give
myself a small shot of morphine to ease the pain, and continue on. An enemy
engy runs into his respawn, unaware of me. I take advantage of this and go
quickly around the corner - only to find a level 2 SG! I jump backwards, but
a bullet grazes my arm; blood flows in a small trickle, staining my suit. I
think quickly, knowing that the engy will come out momentarily ... the SG in
front of me, a waiting EMP behind me ... and I'm already injured! ...
- *CRACK* The Engineer pops his knuckles and laughs to himself. He knows his
SG will take care of anyone for a few seconds, so he takes his time in
picking up a few ammo bags. His cigar smokes largely as he exhales, and the
end lights up red as he inhales. Red, the color that he hates. Grunting, he
savors the smell of cold metal as he aquires it, as it shall soon be part of
his great creation, his SG. He straps on a new vest of armor, as the last
one was damaged by some stupid scout who was now a splat on the wall. The
last thing he does is grab a medikit before the doors in front of him open
and he jogs toward his SG. However, before he can even enter the flag room,
a load of hot buckshot pierces his skull at the same time a Frag Grenade
explodes in front of him. He becomes as the Scout, nothing but a bloodstain
and a memory. -
I jump down from the rafters, pleased at my kill. There's nothing more
important than the ability to conc when it's really needed. My smug thoughts
are ended by the whirring of the SG and the sound of footsteps. I prime a
grenade and throw it at the location where the SG is, and hear the
explosion. That's one. I prime another, but before I can toss it, a soldier
rounds the corner! He advances on me, a smile on his face. He sees the blood
on my shoulder, he sees the half-empty clip of my shotgun. His hand moves to
his trigger.
I step out of hiding, right into the sight of the SG. He realizes far too
late that Friendly Fire is on before he is torn to shreds by his own
teammate's creation. My grenade flies through the space where his head used
to be and eliminates that same machine from existence. Pity.
I run into the flag room, and there lies my prize - The blue epitaph of
power, the symbol that I seek - The Flag. It glitters blue, a beautiful and
ugly thing all at once. I do not think twice before taking it. As I do, the
announcement comes over the intercom - YOU HAVE THE ENEMY FLAG. I grin, my
victory only halfway within my grasp. The enemy team would now be on high
alert. Luckily, I have a conc left and I make my way to the elevator - and
execute a perfect conc jump up it, landing crouched above. I wait for my
head to clear, then run into the ramp room, past a very surprised soldier.
He fires a pot shot at me, but misses; I keep running, a determined man on a
mission.
My determination is interrupted by the gleaming steel juggernaut of a weapon
in front me. A Heavy Weapons guy. Just my luck. He is fast, but I am faster.
As his weapon spools up, I run up to him and infect him.
"Do me a favor," I say. "Spread that around."
With that, I crouch and jump into his foyer, turn around, whip out my
shotgun, and fire two shells into his armor, disorienting him. A few of his
bullets touch me, though, and I am nearing my halfway point for health, I
can tell. I leave the front of the base and assess my options - there's a
HWG in the water. Damn. Snipers above me - and one of them is good. I see
one choice.
No one else hears me as I prime a grenade. No one sees me as I begin to run.
I reach the middle of the bridge before a red dot nears me ... my heart
pounds in my chest, the sounds of battle fills me with power. My boots lift
from the ground the same instant my grenade detonates, and I feel schrapnel
and fire engulf the bottom of my body. I fly through the opening in my
battlements and I feel the last of my life drain from me ... a missed
sniper's bullet lodges in the wall behind me, sending little chips of cement
flying. They coat my blood on the ground, a fine dust of grey waves on a red
sea. The last thing I hear is "You have captured the enemy flag." I smile as
darkness washes over me. Success.
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