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[img]https://wiki.teamfortress.com/w/images/thumb/8/8e/Icon_heavy.jpg/150px-Icon_heavy.jpg?t=20160319164550[/img][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 1 (7/10)
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Lakeside
[b][color=ed1c24]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Archmage MC][@Lugubrious]
[b][color=ed1c24]Word count:[/color][/b] 926 (2 EXP)[/center] 

	Heavy as in awe of the very sight of the massive, camel robot-thingy that had simply strided up to their little battle in the middle of the desert, his eyes fixated on it in a mix of said awe and confusion. His mind raced back to conjured up images of robots descending from the sky to hunt down and murder his fleshy tiny baby comrades of RED, though Medic was the only one in present company that he recognized in his vision. Again his conflicting thoughts bothered him and angered him even more. Why did this battlefield feel so empty…

	The mighty mountain of a minigun-wielding mercenary had little time to contemplate that, however, as more figures appeared in their fenced-off battlefield. They were…strange to say the least, stranger than anything and anyone previously killed by Heavy's own two hands so far. A lady, or someone lady-looking with robotic additions as the first one to approach the group of fraternizing enemies, speaking to them in a friendly tone…what? This was not normal, not normal at all. 

	Heavy slowly and surely leaned over to his German comrade of a Medic, whispering quietly into his ear - or as quietly as Heavy could be, which was not very good at all. [color=f7941d]"Who are these ne people…They are strange, and they have no blue or red colour on them…AND if that camel is 'little' titan….then how big is normal titan, or BIG titan?"[/color] Heavy asked in curious amazement, scratching his bald head as Medic tried to answer to the best of his abilities. "Heavy, my dear, dear Heavy. I hate to say this, but Ich have nein idea! This zertainly was not in ze job-description…"

	The lady-robot, calling herself Poppi had greated the fighters of the team, asking who they themselves were and what they were doing there. Several mercenary comrades had answered so far, leaving Heavy and Medic discussing amongst themselves until Poppi asked some very good questions which Heavy couldn't answer to himself. Well, not without a script or piece of paper. 

	Heavy strode forwards, his back straight and chest puffed out, pushing the Soldier to the side as he proudly decided that Heavy Weapons Guy needed to answer. [color=f7941d]"Miss Poppi, I am Heavy Weapons Guy. It is honour to meet new face here, not often we kill new members. I can not answer how long we have been fighting here, BUT I can tell you why…"[/color] Heavy answered in his thick, bass Russian voice, reaching into his vest and pulling out a folded piece of paper, when Knight shouted from the back. 

	"Well that is certainly an easy answer, my dear lady: for HONOUR!" The Knight boldy and boistrously shouted out, raising his mace up into the air for dramatic effect as several members of RED turned to look at him, most facepalming. The Spartan looked up and answered "For Humanity.", while the Raider calmly answered with "Loot, plunder and thralls." Heavy shook his head at these answers, clearly all wrong as he unfolded said piece of paper. 

	[color=f7941d]"That may be true for other RED comrads, but Heavy and Medic fight for RED: To fight against the enemy team of BLU over the valuable resource of gravel. Also Heavy fight for money to pay family home in Soviet Union. Is that answer enough for lady robot?"[/color] 

	Heavy's answer was probably not enough for the second individual to approach and speak, or…insect? A giant bee, coloured gold and blue, larger than even Heavy, adressed the comrades of RED as if she was a monarch speaking to her lowly subject peasents…as it turned out, she was an actual queen. 

	The Russian giant looked up at this humanoid insect, visible confusion upon his face as the insect queen spoke to them about their own quest to "bring purpose and beauty to the world", not to mention their "allies"… Allies? But all of Heavy's allies were already here in this desert, with him and Medic and….Yes, where were the others? Something finally snapped in Heavy's mind, something both good yet sad. 

	[color=f7941d]"Queen Bee mean that…Scout is real? Pyro, Demoman and Engineer? AND SCOUT? So this was not figment of Heavy's imagination! Medic I told you I was not mad!"[/color] Heavy shouted at the other team members, most of them looking at him like they did not agree one bit with Heavy's last statement. Heavy just shook his head at his comrades, though at Medic his eyes pleaded for answers. "Heavy, I…Ich don't know, this iz very strange, und how can we truzt zem?"

	[color=f7941d]"But if others of us be out there, then we MUST help tiny baby team!"[/color] 

	Heavy turned to face Poppi and Queen Sectonia, picking up his beloved Sasha as he approached them. [color=f7941d]"If you tell Heavy rest of REAL team RED is out there, and that Heavy can fight more bad enemy than tiny coward BLUs, then Heavy will join fight against…against…LIGHT! Yes, Heavy remember now! Evil reactionary Light that seeks to destroy world and make new, like counter-revolutionaries! Yes, Heavy will fight as long as he can fight people his own size."[/color] 

	"Heavy, get your ass back here! You're making a fool of yourself. There aren't any other places to fight, you stupid, fat Russian brute."

	Heavy stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly, giving whoever said such mean things to him the deadliest of looks. He had a desire to reach down and pull out an imaginary revolver, shooting whoever said that with one deady imaginary bullet, but he would not do so. Not for now. [color=f7941d]"For last time, I am not fat! And you are all stoopid, and easy to kill. Heavy want challenge and to save world like true hero!"[/color] 
 
	Turning back to the group of strangers who'd convinced Heavy and brought back certain memories of the Light and his life before it, Heavy gave one last look of sadness to Medic who he was probably leaving behind, but proudly walked over to Poppi and Queen Sectonia. [color=f7941d]"I as I said; I am Heavy Weapons guy, and this is my gun. How can I help?"[/color]