Scout Tf2 Fanart Novels & Stories

A scout. He looked no older than twenty, but his eyes were wide with panic. “Alpha! Luna!” he shouted before he even reached the clearing. Draven appeared from the treeline, already halfway toward us. “What is it?” The scout bowed, breathless. “Movement near the eastern border. Rogues. Not just a few. Dozens. The sentries say they’re scattered, but coordinated. There’s… there's a symbol marked on their gear.” Draven stilled. “What symbol?”

“Describe them.” He swallowed. “Not uniformed. Mixed gear. But disciplined. They moved like they’d fought together before.” Not desperate. Not scattered. Mercenaries. Or worse. “Did they speak?” Lyra asked. The scout shook his head. “No. But they left something.” He handed over a strip of cloth. Dark. Stained. Marked with a symbol Lyra didn’t recognize. Tyler’s jaw tightened. “That’s not a warning.” “No,” Lyra said. “It’s an introduction.”

“Then your only potential allies may not survive the encounter.” Matteo mutters. “No pressure.” The alien voice in my mind grows stronger. The scout approaches. We will engage. Ezra looks at me again. “They are preparing to fight.” “Yes.” The Custodian adjusts the projection. Saturn now fills most of the star map. Its golden rings stretch across the display like an enormous halo. The scout arrives first. The tiny mechanical probe cuts through the edge of Saturn’s rings, scattering ice fragments behind it like sparks. Then the coalition vessel appears.