My Turn, Your Turn, We all get to Churn.

For the #teamwriting5 .

Example: Bengi stands for BLU Engi.

BOREDOM.

"Ugh! There isn't any much thing to do around here, is there?" said a BLU-coloured youngster, his cap laid back on his tussled hair, his hands and legs lean, his body attempting to be mean and his entirety of mind being all too keen. Except, there was nothing to be keen about.

"Little baby Scout should sit down. Is much less annoying." replied a BLU clad giant, his bald head atop a large, obtuse body with hands that could lift or snap a tree in two. People often say that breaking a bunch of sticks tied together is hard. This calm, bald giant clearly could do so easily.

Bscout: Whatever Heavy! Yer just too fat!

Bheavy: Scout should watch what he says. Anger does not beget respect.

"Heya fellas! How's it going?" greeted a BLU clad man with hardhat on his head and a pair of goggles covering his eyes. His tools on his belt were greasy and his hands covered in equally dirtied rubber gloves.

Bscout: Heya Hardhat! Did ya finish repairing the radio?

Bengi: Why yes Scout, I did. Soldier's bringing it up.

As the three BLU mercs sat in the recreation of their room, outside, in the rain soaked terrain of Sawmill, no fighting was going on. In the rec room, Bheavy was sitting on a sofa whilst Bscout was just rattling around the small table. A few more empty sofas sat about and the room's left wall was lined with shelves filled with books and magazines. On the right wall hanged a dart target that clearly had seen better days, days without being poked full of holes. In the far right corner lay a TV on a small coffee table. To its left, just beside the window hanged a calendar with Miss Mann Co as its poster picture.

Bscout: Can Soldier hurry it up! The TV's got no signal and the dart board is ripped.

Bengi: Well, ya could always just read a book, sonny.

Bscout: No way! I have already looked through them anyways. Wish we could go out.

Bheavy: Da. Heavy agrees.

Bengi: The rain's a might too heavy, er...Heavy. I don't want to be driving along poorly cared dirt roads in such weather.

Then the door bursts open and in comes a helmet wearing BLU carrying a two speaker radio or beatbox as the kids call it these days.

Bengi: Set it down here, Soldier. Here, on the table.

Bsoldier: Hahah! This radio will now play great American songs!

Bscout: Come on, come on!

Our four mercs attempt to adjust the dials, trying to listen for something, anything other than just static. Then, luck.

Radio: Hello men and women of the front! Welcome to TFI Radio. We bring songs to lighten the mood of specialists everwhere. Now playing "Jingle Jangle" going out to the 193rd Equalizers on 2Fort.

Bscout: Alright! At least its not the sound of rain anymore.

Bengi: You got that right son.

Bheavy: Da. This tune is good.

Bsoldier: Because it is an American tune, maggot!

As the four mercs sat about listening to the song belting out from the radio, Bengi finds something interesting behind the books.

Bengi: Hey fellas! Look!

He takes out a small box from behind the books. It seems to be a case of some sort as the four mercs take a look-see at the object. Clearly, it has been through a lot, its outside being dinged and dented and chipped, much like the mercs who serve The Announcer Lady in this seemingly forever war.

When Bengi opens it, they find it stuffed to the brim with pieces of red and blue. Setting the case on the table, the mercs dig out the pieces and find a weird looking board. The case cannot have been bigger than Heavy's hand and as expected, the board, fully laid out, was only as vast as Heavy's palm. It had a simple white and black checkerboard pattern on its face.

With the case barren, Bengi surmises from the state of the pieces that there were two games that could played.

Bengi: Well, seems like we'all about to play chess!

Bscout: Chess? Really hardhat? That's boring! I say we play checkers!

Bsoldier: I would like to play checkers.

Bheavy: Da! Checkers is good. Reminds Heavy of home.

Bscout: Really? Cold mountain homes play checkers?

Bheavy: Da. There is no TV. Must find other things than hunting and running.

Bengi: Well, looks like I'm outvoted. Checkers it is.

Our four teammates sit about the sofas and chairs as comfortably as they can and make do with the pieces available.

Bsoldier: I would like to be blue! The pride of America, a blue nation of peoples!

Bscout: What? I wanna be blue!

Bengi: Now now fellas. Soldier, you and Scout be blue. Heavy? Would ya mind being red with me?

Bheavy: Nyet, I do not mind.

Bsoldier: Hah! The commie shows his true colour!

Bheavy: If anything, then Heavy get to beat Soldier at checkers!

Bsoldier: Hah! American blue will beat Russian red!

Bengi: Alright, here's how its gonna be fellas. We'll make a simple three round tournament, best two out of three. I'll be fighting Scout in the first round, then Heavy against Soldier. If it comes to it, then a tie breaker round between all four of us, two on two. Simple?

Bscout: Hah! I am so gonna beat you hardhat!

Bengi: Right, before we begin, does anyone not know the rules?

Bscout: Its checkers right? How hard can it be? All we gotta do is just jump and...how did my older brother say it? Oh yeah! Jump over the other piece and eat it. And we can do two or even three jumps as long as there's space.

Bsoldier: And we can only move diagonally and kill if the piece is diagonally in front of us! Just like our forefathers did during the War of Independence.

Bengi: Soldier, moving diagonally was not a...

Bsoldier: How dare you maggot! You insult our great country. Oh America, the land of the free...

Bscout: Argh! Stop singing! Let's get on with it.

Bheavy: We do not forget. When piece reaches the enemy's side, they grow bigger and can jump and eat any distance.

Bengi: Right! Let's get started fellas.

Bengi and Bscout takes their positions, Bengi on red, Bscout on blue. The pieces arranged in staccato formation, all on the same coloured squares, that being black.

Bscout: Oh yeah! I am so gonna beat you, hardhat!

Bengi: Okay boy, let's see what you got.

Bengi and Bscout take their positions on red and blue respectively.

Bengi: You go first, Scout.

Bscout: Nah, you go first, hardhat. Elderly first!

Bengi: Boy, you are going to regret calling me donkey years.

Bengi moves his centre piece forward diagonally. Bscout mirrors him. Another red piece forward, another blue piece forward, one mirroring the other until the centre of the board was full and their rear line was near empty save for the edge of their side of the board. It was Bengi's turn and it looked as though to break the stalemate in the center, a red piece had to be sacrificed.

Bscout: Heh, seems like I'm gonna get the upper hand here.

Bengi: Not so fast, Scout. It ain't over 'till the fat lady sings.

Bengi sacrifices one of his centre piece, a blue piece takes over. Then a red piece eats it back as though it was taking revenge at the loss of its comrade. Then, a blue piece strikes the left of Bengi's flank. He counters calmly. Bscout attacks right, another counter as though it was all calculated. For Bscout, it seemed surreal. He was winning, what did Bengi had to hide? His moves seemed reactive so that meant he had the initiative, right?

Bengi: Don't let that smug face get to your brain, boy.

Bengi then makes a move. He loses his red piece to Bscout's blue. Now, it seems that Bscout had near control of the centre. His smug face showed his confidence. That is until he realizes, to his sheer horror and sudden loss of smugness, Bengi's red piece in the most opportunistic position.

Bengi: Told ya.

In one move, Bengi claims not one, not two but takes THREE blue pieces with his lone red piece and makes it to Bscout's side. A swift promotion of his piece and red side now had a king.

Bscout: Aw Hell! You cheated!

Bengi: Now now, Scout. You simply left me openings to exploit is all.

Bscout: Ah jeez! Alright, I still got dis!

Needless to say, Bscout did not get this. In short order, he loses the remaining blue pieces and gets wiped off the board.

Bengi: Well, that's one win to the red side.

Bsoldier: Maggot! This is your fault! Now the communist reds are winning!

Bscout: I don't see you winning! Besides, I nearly was anyways.

Bsoldier: Tch, let me show you maggots how its done!

Bheavy: Da, this will go well.

Round two has Bheavy and Bsoldier facing each other off, red and blue pieces respectively.

Bsoldier: The fat Russian can go first! America is always polite!

Bheavy: Thank you. I shall go first.

Bheavy moves his red piece forward, Bsoldier moves his left piece forward. Then red goes one on the right, blue in the centre. Red goes left, blue responds. It seemed that Bsoldier's movements were erratic at best, no coherent strategy noticeable. Bheavy's on the other hand was more calm, collected and focused. Blue loses two pieces, red loses only one in return. Slowly, it seemed Bsoldier was losing his pieces to careless mistakes. However, Bheavy could not help but feel that he was being led into some trap.

Bsoldier: Commies never win.

Bheavy: Then why are my soldiers closing on your border?

Bsoldier: Because that is what you tried to do in Cuba.

Bheavy: Nyet. Cuba was Kruschev's plan, not what Heavy would do.

Bsoldier: We also know that you killed JFK!

Bheavy: Is not possible. Soldier is hallucinating.

Bsoldier: Hallucinate this, commie!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, blue ate two ref pieces and made the bold attacking piece just in front of the red defending piece on Bheavy's side. He smiled. Bsoldier was losing it. Clearly, he would lose. Except for all of Bheavy's calm when he moved the defending piece to eat the attacking blue, Bheavy realizes his mistake one hand too late.

Bsoldier: Hah! That is what they should have done in Turkey!

The mistake? At Bsoldier's side was one defending piece in the centre. Between it and the just now empty spot left by red piece were four more red pieces, all having consecutive empty spaces. In one swoop, Bsoldier moves this vey defending piece and eats all FOUR red pieces to reach Bheavy's side and gets a king. In one swoop, Bsoldier had outmaneuvered Bheavy splendidly.

Bheavy: It is not possible!

Bsoldier: Hah!

It seems Bsoldier did have a strategy after all. He had only hidden it by sacrificing most of his pieces in the right spot to make Bheavy move his according to his plan. Shortly after, with blue having a king, Bheavy was wiped off the board.

Bsoldier: You should read Sun Tzu!

Bheavy: Hmph! It seems Soldier is good after all.

Bsoldier: it it commie! Communist Russia is a loser!

Bheavy: Heavy will it not liking communism. But Heavy likes Russia. Is home.

Bsoldier: What? You...hate communism? But yer a Russian!

Bheavy: So? Not all Americans are democratic.

Bsoldier: I...hmmm...suppose so. Hah! Then we are not so different, you and I, comrade.

Bheavy: Da. Was good game.

Bsoldier: I know that! But...thank you. You were real good son, maybe even the best. Nearly won there, too.

Bheavy: Spasibo.

Bscout: Alright! That's our win!

Bengi: Well, looks like we're gonna have to go to the third round now. Heavy and I on red, Soldier and you on blue.

Bscout: Alright! Lets do dis!

Bsoldier: Haha! Prepare for an ass beating the likes of which you have never seen, friend!

Bheavy: Da. And Heavy will not go easy on you as well, friend.

Bengi: Boy, prepare to have that smile wiped off your stupid face.

Bscout: Bring it!

And so our four mercs duke it out on the field of pieces. Blue moves as swifly as red but with a different style. How strange it must have seemed, four grown men of very different personalities playing together on a board game. Bengi's brilliance was tempered by Bheavy's caution. Bscout's energy tempered by Bsoldier's experience. Bengi's wit countered by Bsoldier's quick thinking, Bheavy's calm countered by Bscout's swiftness.

Bengi: Look out Heavy. I think they've got a trap for us. We need to push back.

Bheavy: Nyet. We must be careful.

Bsoldier: Then I will force you out!

Bscout: Yeah! I move this!

Bsoldier: NOO! Scout! Don't simply move!

Bscout: I am not! Besides, you're simply moving!

Bsoldier: That is because I have a plan! And you are running out of it!

The match went on and it soon became apparent that neither side was winning in of numbers. Finally, their balancing personalities showed the result of the match. A draw. Only one red and one blue king still stood, neither of them willing to give in but neither able to kill the other.

Bengi: Well fellas, seems like a draw.

Bheavy: This is not possible. We do not lose but they do not win?

Bscout: Ah jeez! Now what?

Bsoldier: Hmm...I do not know.

Bscout: Really? You don't know?

Bsoldier: No maggot, I don't.

Bengi: Well, Heavy, I suppose I was too confident about winning that I let us lose pieces.

Bheavy: Nyet, is not Engi's fault. Heavy was too cautious.

Bscout: Ah...well...look, I'm sorry Soldier. I probably rushed too much.

Bsoldier: That is fine son. It is your job. I...was not thinking of how to fit you into my strategy. You were real good son.

As the four mercs agreed to the draw, they shook hands with each other, their bond now stronger than before. Just as well for the rain had lighten and the Announcer calls for battle. Their bond shown in a battle of checkers now would be needed in battle for their livelihood. That was them, Bscout, Bsoldier, Bheavy, Bengi, a part of a bigger picture, a part of BLU.

The End.