Deadly Creation No stronger bond than an engineer and his sentry.
— M1N1M3
Awww it's so cute 'n little 'n stuff.
The darkness fades away, and I am standing in the 2fort respawn room. I head immediately for the armor and ammo backpacks, as I will need the precious metal later on.
I run out of the respawn room, calculating in my head the position of my mechanical death-bringer.
"Where shall I place it today? Aha. The corner of the upper level looking down on the ramp room should be a
good place to start with", I think to myself. I whip out my spanner and begin construction. Hopefully no
enemies are near, because the welding and such make some loud noises. I finish the final bolt, a last weld
here and there, and my precious sentry gun is born. Its mechanical whirring and beeping are music to my ears,
but I have no time to listen; my sentry gun is very vulnerable.
I dash back to the respawn room, reload on metal, and head back to my deadly creation. A few extra bolts,
screws, and another barrel welded on, and my baby is now stronger, but still fairly weak. Once again, I race
to the respawn room, race back, and prepare to bring my creation to its most powerful state, level 3. I
finish my construction, and am taken aback by its beauty. The wonderfully constructed tripod, its three legs
supporting the deadly twin-cannons above, the ominous rocket launcher, ready to spew out destruction at any
nearby foe, the wonderful red and black color scheme, symbolic of the death and destruction my creation will
bring…But I am snapped out of my trance as my creation jumps to life, and pumps an enemy scout full of lead
as he zips up the ramps.
I quickly construct a dispenser, for I know that scout has alerted his team to the location of my sentry.
But I will be prepared. I grab some ammo out of my dispenser, and feed it into my baby. She is full; she is
ready for action. I run across the ledge so that I can have an early warning to any incoming enemies. I see
two soldiers enter through our front door. Blast. Soldiers are an engineer's worst enemy. I prime my EMP,
and drop it down right into the doorway of the ramp room, out of the enemies' sight. As they rush in, ready to take out my sentry, my EMP detonates. I laugh maniacally as the little yellow flash immediately detonates all of the ammo the soldiers had been carrying. One of them is killed instantly, the other gravely wounded. I hear him scream, "Medic!" as he retreats toward the front entrance, but he is too slow. I pull out my super shotgun, pounce down off the ledge, and fill his back with hot slugs just before he turns the corner. I grab his backpack; I will need the ammo and metal.
I retreat to my position on the ledge, waiting for the next wave of attackers. Suddenly, I receive a message from my team. "The enemy has our flag!". "What?" I scream. "Where is our defense?" Some damn medic must have conced up to our sniper nest and entered the flag room from the ramps, out of sight of my sentry. "Oh well", I think, "Hopefully someone catches him, but I must stay in my post." Suddenly, a friendly engineer comes from the hallway out of the second respawn room. "Why is he not in the basement, protecting our flag?" I wonder. "He must have gotten killed, and is now heading back there", I tell myself. As he sprints up the ramp, I get the feeling that something is not quite right. I head over to my sentry. He tosses me an ammo pack. "Thank you", I say, grabbing it and adding its contents to my dispenser. But then, a terrifying sound becomes barely audible beneath his uniform; the click of a pin being pulled from a grenade. He is a spy! I pull out my shotgun, and blast him to bits, but not before he lobs the grenade into the corner near my sentry. "Nooooo!" I scream, and dive towards my precious creation, pulling out my spanner in midair. As I fly towards my sentry, I swing my spanner just as the grenade goes off. The grenade blows up with the sentry between us. Good thing, too, or I might have died. But as it is, I am badly wounded, but me and my baby are still alive. I finish the repairs on my sentry, and scream out, "Medic!". My call for help is answered, and me and my baby are now back to full health.
Blast those spies. Just as bad as soldiers because my sentry can't shoot them because of their infernal
disguises. All of a sudden, an enemy soldier, carrying our flag, darts out of the elevator room, tossing his
already-primed nail gun towards my sentry. "Blast! I forgot the enemy had our flag!" I dive behind my s
entry, putting it between me and the nail grenade. I swing my spanner as fast as I can, trying to repair my
baby and protect it from the barrage of projectile nails. As the grenade explodes, my sentry is badly
damaged, but it is worse for me. Already punctured by numerous nails, the final blast is too much for me.
As I lay dying beside my creation, I can still see it firing rapidly at the enemy flag carrier. "Such a
brave creation I have made", I think. With little health or ammo remaining, my sentry blasts its final
rocket at the enemy soldier, and right before he exits the room and out of range of my sentry, he is blown
to pieces. And as I fade into darkness, a message flashes before me.
"The enemy team has lost your flag!"
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