It is I, the Medi-Spy: Equestria

It is I, the Medi-Spy: Equestria

------------------Medi Bio (Reading this is optional, but helps to piece together the medic's past) --------------------------------------

Medic's name; Theodore Alzenheimer.

Age; 21.

D.O.B; January 1st 1992

Back-story; Never to see his real parents, Mr. Alzenheimer was raised by his French uncle until the age of 10, he was then moved to the United kingdom, specifically England, to further his education. As a young boy, he had an I.Q. of 310, a young genius to his own degree, he majored in Biological and Chemical sciences. Then to later join the ranks of the famed team of Reliable Excavation Demolition, receiving commands from Redmond Mann himself.

During his career as a Spy, he was often teased for his new weapons, the members of his team regarding him as a 'noob' for his insolence. Until one day, during a random map cycle, a female medic helped him by deploying a Uber-kiss upon him, which not only instantaneously made him popular, due to her polite, happy and helpful nature. But, it also gave him the brief ability to feel like nothing could possibly harm him. For a short time, he dated the Red medic, getting to know her as "Carolina", to whom he later proposed marriage. Stunned, but nevertheless excited, the medic agreed, smiling as she did

Upon one day, he and Carolina were moved onto Blu for team balance, to which he took it upon himself to disguise as a Medic by the name of 'Dr.Sauce'. They were put on a No re-spawn field and told to eliminate the other team. Unfortunately for the Spy, he thought he had killed all the opposing team, embracing the female medic with joy. That is, until the last remaining Red Spy crept up behind her and stuck a knife in her spine, laughing at the other Spy as his face filled with sorrow. His only reaction was to shoot the red spy in the face before he could use his dead ringer again, thus ending the match.

At his home, he wore the mask, placing Gentleman's Ushanka upon his head and painting it golden, smiling slightly at his appearance in the mirror as he saw himself as the Red medic. However, he stumbled upon a loose piece of carpet, slammed his head against a wardrobe, having Hippocrates bust slam down upon his head only a few seconds later. When he woke, his mind was blank, he looked in the mirror and the first thing he saw was the Red Medic staring back at him.

After a while, Theodore was forced onto a friendly battleground, filled with the more musical, fun-loving mercenaries. He was told that it was merely a 'Break in battle' and that he was to enjoy himself. Much to his begrudging, the other mercenaries soon dragged him out of his own routines, physically making him involve himself in the activities. However, he had yet to receive the biggest shock of all. Another mercenary joined Blu team, he was given the list of names and saw the new name "Lonely Fem-Pyro" upon the list.

His heart manipulated by his new form wanted to solve the pyro's loneliness, and so took it upon himself to comfort her. He soon became her new boyfriend, and she became "Fem-Pyro in love." They have now had a relationship for a month, and have been going strong ever-since.

A mad cackle came from a mountain top laboratory, thunder struck upon the building, the sense of a formidable madness seemed to linger upon the flat, oppressive walls. Thunder struck, then the wrought iron doors to the almost castle-like structure flung open, a man in a long white trench coat stepped out onto the hill, brandishing a tube.

A mad cackle came from a mountain top laboratory, thunder struck upon the building, the sense of a formidable madness seemed to linger upon the flat, oppressive walls.

Thunder struck, then the wrought iron doors to the almost castle-like structure flung open, a man in a long white trench coat stepped out onto the hill, brandishing a tube.

Again, the mad cackle emanated from him, he was pleased with himself, smiling quite widely. He began running down the winding pathway to the small town below, which was constantly cast in the building's shadow, it made him sigh slightly. "Perhaps I should move my lab." he muttered in a smooth British accent, cursing himself slightly, he hated not being able to help people. He then murmured to himself in fluent German, slightly cursing his fitness as he proceeded down the hill, he was not the most fit on his team, nor the biggest lifter. However, ever since he can remember, the medic had always dreamed to help people and be a hero. Unfortunately, that dream was crushed later in life when he found that nothing seemed particularly special about him.

However, this medic also happened to be a spy, one who not only managed to disguise himself, but alter his personality entirely based around the medic. This medic was sweet, kind, generous, loving, understanding and a crazed genius, the spy was sour, bitter, sarcastic, witty, sly and possessed a unique ability to convince others to do his bidding. Nevertheless, the Medic finally reached the village, he looked at the two halves, two bars sat opposite each other, one labeled "Red Watering hole" the other labeled  "Blu Brewery". He allowed himself a small sigh of relief as he approached the red half of town. Pushing his way through the western style slatted doors into the darkened bar, all eyes became focused upon him, it was rare that he ventured down from his abode, but when he did it was normally for supplies or test subjects.

He walked towards the counter where drinks were being served, an engineer in a Texas ten gallon hat looked at him with a welcoming grin. However, the medic took a seat in front of the counter and placed down a large wad of cash, saying calmly "All drinks on me." This caught the engineer off by surprise as the medic wasn't normally quite this generous without having some kind of catch attached to the end. Warily, the engineer began serving drinks to whomever asked, not wanting to question the medic as of now.

---------- 2 hours later; At the end of the engineers work shift-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Medic stood outside the bar patiently, looking at his wristwatch, he had told the engineer that he needed to speak to him about a project. However, he seemed reluctant to talk to the medic, and would have much rather gone home than speak to the medic. Nevertheless, the medic deemed it 'A work of pure genius' and said that 'only the engineer had a fantastic knowledge of his machines'.

Finally, he appeared out of the bar doors, silently approaching the medic. He then leaned upon the wall next to the medic, and looked at him with a slightly apprehensive feature upon his face. Silence for a few seconds, the medic lightly licked his lips, moistening them as he readied for speech, the engineer shuffled his feet nervously. Then, the medic spoke to the engineer, "Do you think you could build something for me?" he questioned the engineer gently, wanting to seem friendly. A reply came in the form of a low grumble "Doc, you know I don't build them machines no more, it just ain't right, this fight could go on forever if I do anything."

Again, silence, the tension was great, so great in fact that it could probably have been physically cut. However, the medic broke the tension "So, you don't want me to save lives, just like I saved yours, as well as giving you that robotic hand?" he motioned casually to the engineer's gunslinger. A soft reply came from the engineer "Fine, but only because I owe you my life, heck, most people here owe you their lives, you're a great medic." A slight blush came from the medic, he replied "I have a girlfriend you know, that lovely Blu Pyro, she's a sweet one, two years younger than me."

Finally the engineer begrudgingly said "So, you got blueprints for me? I can't really work with nothing." the medic handed him the tube of blue paper, the engineer smelled it and smiled. Looking concerned, the medic asked "Are you OK?" to which the reply was "Yeah, just fine, but boy have I missed the smell of fresh blueprints." Medic chuckled slightly, then said "Well, if you need to, you can use my lab as a temporary home for yourself whilst you are inventing the device." Engineer responded with a smile and said "You know what, this doesn't sound too bad doc, I really thought you were going to give me a challenge." he continued to grin as they proceeded towards the medic's home.

--------- Half an hour later; after climbing the hill and entering the medic's humble abode----------------------------------------------------

"Well, looks like I'll fit right in here" said the engineer, looking around the medic's well equipped laboratory. Machines and cogs all working and functioning, levers and switches all waiting to be used, scrap, reclaimed and refined metals piled up, ammo boxes and medicine kits all waiting to be used. Medic chuckled lightly and said "Enjoy your stay, my hard hatted friend."

--------- The next day; testing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Here you go, doc." the engineer said, handing the medic his latest invention. He said "It's still going to need some testing, you'll probably have to test it on yourself just to see if it is indeed one hundred percent safe." Medic replied "Danka, this is excellent, I can't thank you enough for this, is there any way I can repay you for your troubles?" the engineer humbly replied "Ah, it's nothin' just keep safe, that thing gives out a weird purple beam for some reason."

Before the medic could ask why, the engineer left, puzzled slightly as to the phenomenon he was holding in his hands. He then said to himself "Why would it give out a purple beam, surely he used the Red parts and not the Blu." He wasn't entirely convinced as he stared at the Heal-A-Port gun, allowing himself a cautiously raised eyebrow. He then said "Well, if it does it's job, then it will teleport me SOMEWHERE. I will need to be ready for anything, food, water, Medi-kits, change of clothes, tent, sleeping bag."

as he said each item, he threw it into a large backpack. "Bone-saw, Amputator, Uber-saw, Vita-Saw, Overdose, Crusaders cross-bow, Solemn vow, notebook and camera."  he muttered somewhat impatiently. "Oh, and don't forget all my other Medi-guns, Quick-fix, Kritzkreig, Ubercharge." he put each one gently into the backpack, he was packing for one hell of a journey. Feeling ready for anything, the medic held the Heal-A-Port toward his face, flicking a switch to turn it on, the teleporter whirring to life inside. "Oh I almost forgot the Spy's disguise kit!" he mentioned, tucking the kit, and a bunch of other items into a large secret compartment inside his bag.

He said "Well, here goes nothing!" he began healing himself, he felt the ground being yanked away from underneath his feet, it was like flying. Adrenaline pumped through the medic as he flew further, not knowing where he would stop, but it felt like he was slowing down. He smiled, presuming where he would stop would surely not be unusual, but before he knew where he landed, an object struck him on the head. He landed, unconscious, not knowing where he was or the time of day.

(End of chapter 1; Prologue)

(Excuse the prologue, it's just to give a little bit of a reference, a back story, the only part not to contain ponies.)