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One Class to Another -- Chapter 1
"Welcome."
The sound of an aged woman came though the speakerphones.
"Hello, BLU team. There is some news for you all. Your new home map rotation is "2Fort" and "Orange x3" due to changes in the BLU newcomer's home sector maps. I'm sure all of you are now aware of such, but we have some newcomers to the BLU team. To those of you whom have just finished your training, welcome to the Team Fortresses. As you all know, we are in a war against RED, and we must win, one way or another. Any new recruitment that is on this train should be welcomed, as you are going to work with each other for a.. very long time." And the speakerphones went dead.
A young man, about 23 years of age, was sitting alone in a train seat. He, along with many other people, was part of the Builders League United company, or otherwise known as BLU. He looked around at everyone. The other people appeared to be in the other seats. One of them was a man in a fire hazard suit.. or was it a woman? It's voice was too muffled to make out, and it's suit was too baggy to tell. Another man in a hat, wearing sunglasses, and a vest was sitting next to the it, holding a sniper rifle. On the other side of them, was an eighteen-year-old juvenile guy, talking rapidly and boasting about himself. Next to him was a black man, with an eye patch over his eye. He had a huge afro. That freaked the young man out.
On the other side of the train was a man in a suit, wearing a ski mask over his head. He didn't look too sociable. Next to him was a woman wearing medical clothes. He quickly assumed she was a medic, which relieved him. She seemed to be chatting with a really big guy. He seemed to be full of muscle and lard, and he appeared to frequently compliment the medic. Sometimes the big guy even hugged her. He wondered if he loved her.. And next to the Spy was a woman wearing a bucket on her head. ...What the hell's up with that bucket? He didn't know. He shrugged it off.
Feeling lonely, the man sighed. He adjusted his modified miner's hat and watched {almost} everyone socialize. The 'it' looked back and noticed him sitting alone. Taking pity, 'it' got up, and lugged out what appeared to be a flamethrower with it. 'It' walked up to him, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"...Eh?" He looked up. Now that 'it' was up close, he sort of felt scared. 'It' held out a hand. "H'llw! Mhh nmm ehs Phhro! Whtt's yorr nmm?"
"....Whaaaat?" He did not understand one word 'it' said. Sighing in annoyance,
'it' slowly pulled the gas mask up, but only so that 'it's' mouth can be seen. "I said, my name's Pyro. What's your name?" The man was surprised to hear that it was more feminine than he thought. "...Uhh.. I'm Engineer. Nice ta meet'cha." He shook Pyro's hand. The man in the vest overheard Pyro and looked back. "...Yer actually a sheilah?" He didn't say it too loud. Quickly, Pyro pulled down her gas mask and looked at the man. "Shtt uhp, Sn'prr! Ah'm uh g'yy!" He laughed. "Yeah yeah, whateva floats yer boat." She rolled her eyes and sat down next to Engineer, placing her painted flamethrower down. Engineer sighed. "This is gonna be a looooong trip."
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