Team Fortress 2 Engineer Quotes Novels & Stories

“How could a civilization this old pull this off? This is more advanced than most of the tech we’ve got today.” I shrugged, a playful smile tugging at my lips. “All it takes is one visionary ruler and a brilliant engineer. Like Imhotep with the pyramids. Or, you know, a guy who’s good at math.” I nudged Raffaele, winking. “Which is pretty sexy, if you ask me.” Raffaele laughed, pulling me close. “Vision for the future and stamina, huh?” he teased, his voice low and suggestive. Tatekulu whistled, pointing at my belly. “We can all see that, boss lady!”

Kelvin beamed, hurrying back to his post. "You've got a good head on your shoulders, James," Mr. Happy observed as they continued their trek deeper into the dimly lit, cavernous tunnel. "How so, sir?" Mr. Happy adjusted his hard hat, the beam of his headlamp cutting through the dusty air. "We’ve had plenty of engineers down here before you, but none of them commanded the men's respect quite like you do. Remember that one fellow... what was his name?" "Mr. William," another engineer chimed in from behind them.

“That your fortress isn’t sealed.” A muscle flexes in his cheek. “You made them think so. You embarrassed me,” he says quietly. I look at him. “I exposed a flaw.” His gaze drops briefly—to my leg, then back to my eyes. “And you endangered yourself.” “I calculated.” “You gambled.” “Is that what you call every move that isn’t yours?” I shoot back. Niel clears his throat awkwardly. “We have a match on a custom engine build registered to a private garage outside Turin.”

that is engineering" Zack spoke with an earnestness of his firm belief just like what his father had taught them. Everyone in the field gulped the sudden intense emotion they felt from what Zack said. Each word struck deep to the core of their well-being, seeming to awaken something within them. The field become eerily quiet after Zack have spoken and the head hazer took over. "You made this task successful because you have learned the lessons with it. ...Freshmen, always remember that not all endeavors are successful, but we can work harder as a team. ...We are engineering, we will work as one, we will soar high as one. It's about time we will bring back the fearless in us and the bond amon

Nicholas was yelling, his voice muffled by the mask, as he demanded answers. "Tell me what you did, you asshole!" he roared, punctuating his words with a sharp slap that echoed through the hall. The engineer looked up, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "Aren’t you tired of barking? You are just wasting your time if you think I am going to snitch on my boss," he spat. "You were stupid to hire me in the first place, you were looking for an engineer, and I showed up out of nowhere, and you hired me, like a fool."

“It’s really hard being rich, it’s blood-sucking!” “The problem with you, Engineer… you’re too trusting!” “I trusted you too.” “That’s what I meant! You’re too quick to trust. You don’t know that the people who are ready to stab you in the back are right beside you!” “What do you mean?” I asked curiously.

The tall guard went on and on and on, gesticulating wildly, waving his maroon blood splattered sleeves. His voice was gleeful. His voice sounded like a computer chip going through a metal shredder. His voice sounded like two rusty, scraping, prongs gouging at each other, and he wouldn't shut up. The engineer couldn't stop the tears, kneeling over his dead comrade, as his murderer threw his hands up in frustration, and turned to leave. By the time the engineer would be placed back in the workshop to continue his contributions to the Sýnnefa empire, the crime scene would be cleaned up.

The man crumbled. "Give me the toolkit," Sebastian ordered. "You?" The captain spat. "Look at you, cripple. You can't even stand." "I don't need to stand to fix a combustion engine," Sebastian threw his expensive jacket onto the oily floor. He rolled up his sleeves. "Braun, hold the flashlight. Harper, find me a piece of rubber tubing. Anything." [The Engineer]

Before him lay the device - half-built, half-dreamed, a marriage of circuit board and crystalline memory that shouldn't have functioned according to any textbook the Academy approved. "You shouldn't be here," he said without looking up. "Probation terms. No students without faculty witness." "I thought you're the faculty." I closed the workshop door, sealed it with a gesture that drew violet light across the frame, a ward that wouldn't hold against determined search but would buy us the particular privacy of being overlooked. "And I'm not here as a student. I'm here as an engineer." He laughed, the sound tired, genuine, the particular release of someone who'd been holding tension too long. "

Kael walked back to where Mira was still positioned at the village center's edge. "We have an engineer," he said. "I heard," she said. "Is he trustworthy?" "He was blacklisted for asking inconvenient questions about the same infrastructure that's currently killing this land. That suggests principles that survived professional consequences." "Or it suggests poor judgment about which battles to fight." "Both can be true," Kael said. "But right now we need his technical knowledge more than we need perfect judgment." Mira processed this with her usual efficiency. "What do you need me to do?"