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Today has not been a good day.

When the terror alert at the Watchpoint went off, and your strike team flew to western Africa to fight a squad of corrupted Omnics rampaging through a major city to assault a corporate research facility, things started out okay.

You and the other agents handled yourselves pretty well against both sides: the combat frames, machines controlled by a fragment of the malignant AI Anubis, and also the corporate security forces who violently objected to your assistance. You took down a heavy gunner mech with the help of Hanzo and Tracer, even if it cost you your left-hand EM glove. You even managed to extend an olive branch of sorts to the security force when you offered to let Mercy heal their wounded.

Maybe that's why you did what you did, you think, as a bullet cracks into the concrete next to your head. Things were going so well. Everything was right with the world.

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Reminder that Tracer is adorable.

>>1463113
Why has she got blood dripping from her mouth?

>>1463131
I can only assume she's biting her lip in an attempt to restrain herself. She wants to pounce.

>>1463112

Surely, you think as you hustle down an alley with your bleeding, insensible teammate in your arms, it wasn't unreasonable to hope that the approaching Helix Security strike team would open to co-operation? That they wouldn't arrest or attack you on sight? They might even have been led by a certain someone, who you keep telling yourself you haven't been longing to see again for years--

Okay, no. It was unrealistic. You screwed up. And now ...

You look down. Tracer's face is growing pale, her breathing shallow. Blood continues to trickle from the wound in her side, along with particles of the violet energy that somehow tracked her through time. Whatever that laser was, it prevented Tracer from rewinding off the injury like she usually does.

She only stayed out of loyalty to you. This is your fault. This is--

No! If you go down that road, you can't help her. Right now there's still a chance. Tracer needs you. Somewhere in this city is a doctor who can help her. You're going to ditch these Helix assholes, find that doctor, save Tracer, and get both of you back to the Watchpoint.

You can do this.

Somehow.

For a few minutes there, you lost the Helix troopers. But they're well-disciplined and prepared for just this type of situation. They fanned out through the city streets, already deserted due to the Omnic attack, and started cutting off your escape routes. Their marksmen have already taken a few shots at you, and their front-line enforcers are starting to close in.

You're starting to run out of options.

>>1463152

The alley ends in a T-intersection. To your left is a long, open street where you can make a break for it at full speed, but without any cover from shooters.

To your right is another alley, crowded with vehicles, transport boxes, and machinery -- slower, but maybe your parkour skills can help with that, and you'd have some cover.

Ahead is a low wall you could scramble over with your wall-run boots, but you have no idea what's on the other side.

>Left, down the open street
>Right, down the crowded alley
>Forward, over the wall

>>1463131
She clearly has fangs and cat ears...Some kind of degenerate Tracer cloning attempt

>>1463112
First time being able to catch this running! Woohoo!

>>1463168
>Forward, over the wall

The other two either put civies in danger or put us in the open.

Good luck gents, see you on the other side.

>>1463168
>>Forward, over the wall

>>1463168
>Right, down the crowded alley
People will probably get out of our way

>Right, down the crowded alley

>>1463168
>Forward, over the wall

Let's take the mystery box

>>1463180
>>1463185

>the city streets, already deserted due to the Omnic attack

No civilians around.

>>1463200
Well I'm retarded, but sticking to my guns anyways.

>>1463168
>Right
Helix won't shoot at a crowd

>>1463168
>>Forward, over the wall

>>1463210
Alley is deserted

>>1463210
and if they do, they prove themselves to be the assholes the Petras act was supposed to stop.

>>1463168
RIGHT

>>1463168
>>1463210
Changing to forward.

>>1463210
>>1463218
do you anons even read

>>1463233
I made the mistake too, and to be fair up and over and right are decent choices.

Right now means we've got cover, but Up and over could still be a good choice it could lead to a sewer passage or something. (Or it could be a death trap but hey.)

>>1463168
>Forward

>>1463180
>>1463183
>>1463193
>>1463211
>>1463219
>>1463256

>Forward, over the wall

Mystery box it is. Time for some d10s, anons. Good luck.

>>1463250
Meh, maybe-death is better than certain-death

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1463267

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1463267
As god as my witness I thought English birds could fly.

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1463267

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MEANWHILE, FROM THE BLIZZARDVERSE...

Apparently, consoles fucked up again and spoiled that there's gonna be an Anniversary event in the next couple weeks. Datamining has also revealed that Reaper and Tracer are gonna be getting some new skins.

Other than that, Officer D.Va is a thing. Blizzard ams dicks for trying to lure people to play their MOBA.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO ESCAPING FROM OUR EX'S COWORKERS

RIGHT AFTER THIS DICE ROLL

>>1463267

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>>1463289
LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN FAGGOT

>>1463289
Fuck off faggot, if you are a smart cookie

>>1463289
A "smart cookie" would know that these annoy people.

>>1463289
It's okay -Verse Anon, I like your updates

>>1463289
I don't hate you. I play heroes of the storm forskins.

>>1463294
Why an ostrich?

>>1463289

It's fine that you do these, Blizzardverse anon, but I'd prefer if you waited until there's a break in the quest, or a section that's not supposed to be dramatic or intense.

>>1463283
>>1463287
>>1463288

Writing.

>>1463408

You can hear Helix operatives shouting at you from the other end of the alley you just came down. No time for thinking. Neither of the options to your left and right look good to you, so you decide to just go straight forward and over the wall. You don't know what's there, but your luck has been so bad today, you're sure to have good luck eventually. That's how it works, right?

You trigger your boots and leap for the wall, making it most of the way up with one boosted jump. It's tough to wall-run while carrying Tracer, but you manage to get one hand on top of the wall and keep hold of her with the other arm. Bullets crack into the wall by your legs as you quickly scramble over the top.

You don't quite manage to keep your grip on the other side, though, and tumble to the ground. Fortunately you manage to cushion Tracer's landing without hurting yourself too badly, and you land in a nice, soft garden rather than the garbage disposal next to it. That would've left you stinking for the rest of the day, adding insult to injury, which you're really glad you don't have to deal with on top of everything else.

You're in an alley like the one you just left. It's funny, you think as you pick yourself and Tracer up, and start running again, how the modern Africans can build this shining city of perfect order, but can't avoid the warren of rabbit holes and back doors that leaves cracks in the armor for people like you. You kick open a service door, dash through an industrial laundry of huge tumbling washing machines despite the surprised protests of the Omnic workers, and slam your shoulder into a fire exit, emerging back out into the sunlight--

"Freeze!" shouts a Helix soldier. Two of them are right there, their guns pointed at you from a range they couldn't possibly miss from. "Put her down and raise your hands. No sudden movements!"

Shit.

>>1463463

Your mind races, trying to think of something, a ruse or a strategy, anything to get out of this. You could maybe -- no. But what about -- no. If you could just -- no.

You're start to seriously consider whether it's better to die here or take your chances in a Helix cell, when one of the guards just kind of falls over, slumping to the ground.

"Omar?" asks the other guard, trying to keep half an eye on you and also look at his squadmate. "What happened?"

The guard on the ground doesn't reply. He's not dead, and he doesn't look hurt. In fact, he appears to be ...

... sleeping?

Your gaze rapidly flickers around the street, trying to find the source. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a dark shape quickly dart out from the shadows,

"What the fuck, Omar?" demands the standing guard. "This isn't naptime-- unngh!" The shadowy figure cracks him on the back of the skull, knocking him out.

"I disagree," says the figure, amused.

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>>1463520

"Holy shit," you say. "You're the Shrike."

"That's right," the person says, their voice heavily modulated through their helmet. "And if you and your friend want to live, young man, I suggest you come with me."

>Okay.
>How can I trust you?
>Not happening.
>(Write-in)

>>1463537
>Okay.
If she fucks us over we kill her.

>>1463537
>>Okay.
>>How can I trust you?

Go with her but interrogate.

>>1463537
>Okay.
Not really in a position to argue here

>>1463537
>>I'm just about out of fucking trust right now. How can i trust you?

>>1463544
>Okay

>>1463551
You missed anon, one above.

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>1463537
>How can I trust you?

I was wondering when Sniper-Gran was gonna pop up.

>>1463544
You didn't play the game did you?

>How do I know I can trust you

>Okay

>>1463566

No metagaming, faggot

>>1463545
>Changing vote to this

>>1463537
>How can I trust you?

THEN >Okay

>>1463537
>>1463544
Can anyone think of anything clever to say to make sure she's not affiliated with talon?

>>1463537
>Okay

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>>1463599

We haven't see any Talon activity in this city so far--and it wouldn't make sense for them to send a single agent unsupported (unless they're a sniper--which Ana is, but let's disregard that).

Though it does raise up the question of why Ana was here during this Terror attack.

>>1463537

"How can I trust you?" you say.

"You can't," the Shrike says, and points behind you. "But you're out of options."

You look around to see a full squad of Helix soldiers come around the street corner and spot you. "Shit. You're right."

"I can help her, and keep you safe. But you must decide now."

You've already tried the devil you know, and it's not going well. Time for the devil you don't. "Okay. Lead on."

The Shrike leads you into the alley warren, into industrial serviceways and underground chambers, on paths even you might not be able to spot. "You seem to know your way around this place," you say, ducking under a huge ventilation duct. "Come to the under-warrens of Abidjan often? Or maybe you were expecting something like this to happen here?"

"Just the wisdom of age," the person says. "I've spent many years finding my way into and out of places I'm not expected to be."

You try to think of some way to check if she's affiliated with Talon. You can't come up with anything, so eventually you just bluntly ask, "So are you with Talon? Have I just jumped out of a frying pan and into a fire?"

"If I were, don't you think I'd have simply killed the two of you, or crippled you and left you for Helix? Instead I'm risking my life to lead you to safety. I understand your skepticism, young man, but a little gratitude wouldn't hurt." The Shrike turns around briefly, the three lines on the helmet glowing. "And if you'd been paying attention to world events, you'd know I'm no friend of Talon."

"Wait. That incident at Giza a few weeks ago, before the whole Anubis thing. Hakim's compound. That was you?"

"It was mostly the work of a friend. I just bailed him out when he got into trouble. That's another thing the two of you have in common, now."

>Who are you?
>Why are you helping us?
>Where are we going?
>How can you help Tracer?
>(Write-in)

>Who are you?
>Why are you helping us?

>>1463718
>>Who are you?
>>Why are you helping us?

>>1463718
>>Why are you helping us?
>How can you help Tracer?

>>1463718
>Who are you?
>Why are you helping us?

>>1463718
>>Who are you?
>>Why are you helping us?
>Tfw you don't even know your Ex's mom.
Jeez.

>>1463718
>>How can you help Tracer?
>>1463756
>tfw you know your ex's mom is alive before your ex

>Why are you helping us?

>>1463718

>Thanks for the help
>Where are we going?

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>>1463718
>>Who are you?
>Why are you helping us?

Jeez it's gonna be awkward telling Fareeha her mum's not dead if we ever get around to meeting her.

>>1463718
>Why are you helping us?
>How can you help Tracer?
We're about to find out where we're going, and asking someone who takes pains to hide their identity who they are is just... no.

>>1463826

It's only not gauche if you know the person only by reputation alone/just met the person. Which you did.

>>1463831
IDK, I'd say it's a reasonable assumption that someone with a mask, voice changer, and alias isn't just going to give out their name to random people they meet.

>>1463861
Well, she has said she wants to help us. Part of helping someone is establishing trust.

/shrug

>>1463718

"I appreciate it, despite my skepticism," you say. "Thanks for your help. Where are we going?"

"Someplace safe, where I can treat your friend."

"She's hurt. Maybe bad. Can you help her?"

"I've learned a great deal about medicine over the years. And I've got the tech for the job. Made by a woman of your acquaintance, actually."

"You mean--?"

"Yes. Dr. Ziegler's inventions were always incredibly powerful tools for saving lives, even if ..." The Shrike trails off. "Anyway. I'll get her fixed up."

"You know who we are, then," you say. "You seem well-informed, so I guess that's not surprising. I've heard of your reputation. A lot of big-shot crooks think you're a big thorn in their side." You've heard the whispers about the Shrike for years (in fact, they may have been the original inspiration for the helmet-and-hood look you adopted.) But this is the first time you've met them, or seen them up close.

At this distance, you can tell that she's a woman, although the helmet and voice changer prevent anything further. You doubt you'll get much of an answer, but you ask anyway, "Anything you can tell me about who you are? Why you're helping us?"

"All you need to know," says the Shrike, opening a door,"Is that I have your best interests at heart. Both Overwatch in general, and you in particular, young man." She steps inside into a rust-stained, deactivated mechanical room. In the corner is a cot and a few personal effects. This room must be her hideout. She points to the cot. "Lay her down there."

(Continued)

>>1463868
Maybe, but it just seems... dim. If she wants to establish trust and tell us, she can do that unprompted. For all we know, it's just a good samaritan situation, but with vigilantes, where it's not going to be a long-term relationship that needs 'trust', just her deciding to help out people in need. But eh, you do you, I'll do me, neither of us are feasibly going to convince the other.

>>1463905

You get Tracer set up on the cot. As you do, she flickers back into consciousness for a few moments. "Logan ... what's ..." Her face tightens in pain. "Am I gonna ...?"

"You're not going to die," you whisper fiercely. You take her hand in both of yours and grip it tightly. "You're going to be fine. This woman will fix you up. We're going get back to the Watchpoint and see Winston and Mercy and everybody. You just hold on, okay? You hear me?"

She doesn't respond except to moan in pain. It's too much for her. The Shrike shakes her head, then sits down on the fold-out camping chair next to the cot. She activates a tool that shines a thin beam of light into Tracer's pupil. "Lights out, sweetie." Dazed, Tracer quiets down, and peacefully drifts to sleep.

"That's not one of Mercy's tools," you say. "What the hell was that?"

"I can't be fussy about where I find my equipment these days," the Shrike says. She takes out a of biotic scanner and field projector, clearly an older version of one of the tools Mercy uses on you often in the medbay, and begins to patch up Tracer's injury. You hear a sigh come from behind the helmet. "Poor Lena. Always getting herself in trouble."

>You seem to know a lot about us.
>Helix won't be happy with you if they find out you helped us.
>Can you get us out of the city?
>(Write-in)

>>1464046
>>You seem to know a lot about us.
>>Helix won't be happy with you if they find out you helped us.

>>1464046
>>You seem to know a lot about us.
>>Know her on a first name basis do you?

>>1464046
>Can you get us out of the city?
>You seem to know a lot about us.
I'm sure she knows the second one.

>>1464056
>this

>You seem to now a lot about us.
>Can you get us out of the city?

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>>1464046
>>You seem to know a lot about us.
>How long until she's back on her feet?

We gotta move--and soon. Helix is gonna be pulling the dragnet tight soon enough, and we gotta slip through while there's still time.

>>1464046
>You seem to know a lot about us.
>Helix won't be happy with you if they find out you helped us

>>1464056
Second.

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>>1464046

"How long until she's back on her feet?" you ask. "Helix is going to be pulling the dragnet tight soon."

"We'll be safe here," the Shrike says, pointing to a nearby device, a small cube with a series of lights blinking in a pattern.

"A scramblecube? Nice. I used to have one of those." A scramblecube should keep the Helix scanners from penetrating this area, and they'll have a tough time following you through that maze you came through. So you've got some time, if not forever. "If they do find you, though, and they know you helped us, Helix won't be happy with you. They might come after you."

"They can get in line," she replies curtly.

"Damn," you say. "You're quite a lady. Seem to be well-informed. You obviously know a lot about us. On a first name basis with Tracer there, apparently. What's your deal? You an Overwatch fan?"

"I'm not the one who had every action figure when I was a boy," the Shrike says, an amused tone creeping in under the voice modulator.

Fear and a little embarassment grips you. "Do you -- how did you --?"

"I know a great many things, young man. Both about Overwatch, and about you in particular. I know about the young son of the infamous King executive family, who mysteriously vanished from his citadel one night six years ago. You've had quite a journey since then, haven't you? I even heard recently that you were the one who broke into Xanadu. I'm impressed by your audacity, if not your judgement."

"Damn." You laugh nervously. "I thought I covered my tracks a little better than that over the years."

"You did. I'm just quite thorough when I research someone."

"So ... what else do you know?"

"If you're worried I'll tell the team about certain things you'd rather stay in the past, I won't. I don't plan on interfering with what you're doing, Seeker. After all, someone has to carry the flag, and try to protect that crew of misfits from themselves. In fact, I think your work in doing so thus far is commendable."

"At least that makes one of us," you say, bitterness creeping into your voice.

"You've kept everyone alive. Sometimes that's all you can ask for."

You look down at Tracer. "If you hadn't helped us today, that might not be true anymore."

"Then let's be glad I did, shall we?"

(Continued)

As the Shrike works, you pace nervously up and down in the mechanical room, in the small spaces between the pipes and ducts. "Are you sure it's working?" you ask for the third time.

The Shrike says, "Settle down, young man. Tracer will pull through. Have some faith in Dr. Ziegler's tools, if not in me."

"I'm sorry, it's just ... it's my fault she's like this." You slump down on the ground, leaning against the wall. "I screwed up, and she paid for it. I'm no commander. I'm not cut out to be in charge of anything." You hold your head in your hands, reliving the moment when Tracer was shot. The moment she came out of rewind, the wound still there. The look of horror on her face.

"Hmm." The Shrike taps the chin of her helmet, thinking. "You know, Commander Morrison used to say the same thing sometimes."

You look up. "Really? But on the vids he always seemed so--"

"Strong? Courageous? Unshakeable? In public, and to the troops, yes. He was all of those things. Behind closed doors he had doubts, just like any other man. He made good decisions for bad reasons, and bad decisions for good reasons. He led Overwatch through a generation, but in the end he couldn't stop it from destroying itself. Some even say he was responsible for it."

"What about you?" you ask. "What do you say?"

"I say that your friend is just about stabilized. In a few minutes I can take you out of here. I know a route to the edge of the city. Perhaps you can contact your friends once you leave Helix's jamming field."

The Shrike finishes putting away her tools, then turns around and looks at you. "Further, I would say that, despite your success, you've also made some pretty serious mistakes getting here, Seeker. The fact that you and Lena are here, now, is a result of one of those."

"I know!" you say, and groan. "I shouldn't be in charge! Anyone else should be instead of me. I can't--"

"Wait." The Shrike holds out her hand to cut you off. "I also say that leadership is a burden. Jack Morrison had years of experience handling such a weight, and others to share it with him. Gabriel Reyes and ... and others. The only people in a position to help you are a sentient computer, a fragile old man, and a medic who'd rather be a pacifist. The others are less than fit for command. Ask Mercy to show you her recordings sometime. You'll understand."

"Her recordings? I don't --"

"What I mean is," the Shrike cuts you off. "You're inexperienced and haven't had the support a new leader should have. So you can't be too harsh with yourself. There's also no-one else to take this burden from you, even if you wanted. You can't give up, and you can't pass this on. It's your weight to bear, Seeker, although I hope you find someone to help you with it soon."

You laugh. "You're not very good at pep talks, are you?"

"I say what people need to hear, whether they like it or not."

"Fair enough."

(Continued)

>>1464284

Carrying Tracer again, this time sleeping peacefully, you follow the Shrike as she guides you through the labyrinth of Abidjan's underways and service tunnels. As you do, you can't help thinking about who this mysterious benefactor of yours is. What kind of woman would know this much inside information about the agents of Overwatch, both the old and the new?

Eventually you emerge into the sunlight near the city limits. Beyond, you can see the desert shimmering in the heat.

"The jamming field ends a short distance into the desert. You can try to link up with your friends there. Oh -- one more thing." She hands you a dust-colored camo cover. It should blend into the desert, both to the human eye and to scanners. "This should keep you safe from prying eyes while you wait. And it'll stop Lena from getting sunburned."

"Thanks. I owe you one."

"I'll add you to the list," she says, amused.

>Come with us.
>Is there some way I can repay you?
>I hope I see you again sometime, under better circumstances.
>I could thank you properly, but we'd both have to lower our masks for a moment.
>Write-in.
>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?

>>1464323
>>Is there some way I can repay you?

....... Think about it....

>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?

>Come with us. Please.

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>>1464323
>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?
>>Come with us.

Sniper gran pls we need a second healer desperately

>>1464323
>I hope I see you again sometime, under better circumstances.
Eh, I'd rather realise once we're on our way away or something. In a 'damn, that's what I missed' sort of way. But there's no way I'm getting that.

>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?
>I hope I see you again sometime, under better circumstances.

>>1464323
>dat 4th option
Oh OP you sly dog.

>Is there some way I can repay you?

>You know what we do already... would you like to come with us?

Seeker doesn't know relationship between her and pharah, or?

>>1464284
I'm not sure if I'm stating the obvious here, knowing nothing about the lore, but this woman was clearly part of old Overwatch.

>>1464323
>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?
>Who else would know Morrison that closely. behind closed doors and such.
>Why'd you go MIA near the end?
>Come with us. There is a bigger threat on the horizon. (Tell her about Anubis)

>>1464354
The Shrike is Ana Amari Pharahs mom

>>1464346
Yeah, because he wouldn't know his ex's last name. Riiiight.

>>1464364
Chainging my vote to
> Your Ana Amari
>Tell her about anubis.

>>1464323
>Is there some way I can repay you?
>I hope I see you again sometime, under better circumstances.
In my opinion we shouldn't know who she is.we can almost certanly guess she's form Overwatch, but not who she is.

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>>1464354

She was the XO to Jack Morrison--Soldier 76. Ana Amari. Part of the OG strike team that helped stop the Omnic Crisis. She helped lead Overwatch up until a botched hostage rescue op where she got an eye shot out by a young Widowmaker.

Her daughter is Fareeha Amari--Pharah.

>>1464374
Who else could she be that knew Morrison so closely? Reyes? Gerard?

>>1464386
Yeah it's pretty obvious with what she is saying that she knew Jack personally. Thus she is Ana Amari.

>Is there some way I can repay you? >I Hope I see you again, under better circumstances.

>>1464386
All im saying is that she could be some sniper from Overwatch, not comander Amari
>>1464395
Then again you have a point.

>>1464410
>some sniper from Overwatch

Pretty sure random snipers don't know Jack Morrison personally.
>>1464395

>>1464323
>You're Ana Amari, aren't you?
>I could thank you properly, but we'd both have to lower our masks for a moment.
>Please come with us. Overwatch needs you just like it needs Morrison.

[spoilers]>Hope there are no hard feelings for me dating your daughter?[/spoiler]

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>>1464323

"Come with us," you say. "You know what we do. You can help us."

"I can't," she says. "Maybe someday. Right now, there are others who need me."

"It's not just about us. There's a serious threat on the horizon. One of the god-minds is on the loose. He's infected the net. And he's behind this attack--"

"I know. Our old friend Anubis is restless, and wants out of his cage." The Shrike looks off into the desert. "Would you believe me if I told you that he is not the biggest threat the world faces?"

"What?" You can't help saying in disbelief. "Are you serious? We haven't figured out just how fast Anubis is assembling himself, but it looks like less than a year before he finishes. Maybe just a few months. What could be bigger than stopping the artificial intelligence that wants to wipe out humanity?"

"That's what I'm trying to find out," she says. "When I have proof, I'll send it to you and the team. Right now, I guess you'll just have to trust me. It's worked out well for you so far, hasn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess it has. We both owe you our lives. Is there some way I can repay you?"

"When I think of something, I'll let you know."

"I guess I'll see you then. Hopefully under better circumstances."

"Good-bye, Logan. And good luck." The Shrike turns to leave and begins to walk back down the shadowed corridor you came from.

It has to be her, you think. Who else could know all this?

"Wait!" You call after her. She stops, looks over her shoulder. "You're -- you're Ana Amari, aren't you? Morrison's executive officer. Fareeha's mother."

After some hesitation, she replies, "I'm no-one, young man." She starts walking again, and disappears into the shadows. "Just a ghost."

"What happened?" you shout. "Why did you go missing? Everyone thought you were dead!" You think about running after her, but you've got Tracer to take care of. Damn.

You'll have to let the Shrike go, whether or not she's Ana Amari, returned from the dead.

(Continued)

>>1464465

You hear a gasp from Tracer as she regains consciousness. "What -- what happened--?"

"Hey," you say. "A lot of stuff happened. For now--"

You both realize at the same time that you're still carrying her.

"D-do you think you can stand up?" you ask.

Tracer laughs nervously. "I'll try." You help her get on her own feet, and she seems steady enough. She gently touches the place where she was shot. "Still feels like I had a run-in with a particularly angry desk corner, but that's all."

"I'm just glad you're okay," you say, feeling a flood of relief. "If you feel good enough to walk, we should get moving. We've got to head out into the desert a bit to try to contact the team."

"Yeah, I'll be all right, I think." The two of you start walking away from the city. Tracer runs her fingers through her bushy brown hair, trying to think. "I can't really remember -- those Helix wankers shot me, and then you were carrying me, and then -- what happened, Seeker?"

>The Shrike saved us.
>Ana Amari saved us.
>Never mind. I'm just glad you're safe.
>(Write-in)

>The Shrike saved us.

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>>1464502
>>(Write-in)

I'll tell you when we get outta here. Right now, let's focus on not getting caught, shall we?

>The Shrike saved us.

>>1464502
>The Shrike, who I suspect is Ana Amari, saved us.

>>1464502
>The Shrike saved us.
>I think it was Ana. It's good to know we have people like this on our side out there...

>>1464502
>Never mind. I'm just glad you're safe.

>>1464502
>>The Shrike saved us.

>>1464502
>The Shrike saved us.

We got Shrike-d. I just met my future mother in law.

>>1464542
The fuckin'... Ath? How did you change your ID?

>>1464502
>>(Write-in)
"Ana Ex Machina"..."I think"...Wonder if my helmet cam caught her enough footage.

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>>1464502


"The Shrike saved us," you say.

"The who now?"

"She's some kind of vigilante," you say. "Does the same sort of thing Overwatch does, but in the shadows, by herself. I think she's--"

You're going to tell her your suspicions about the Shrike's identity. That she might be the lost captain, Ana Amari, MIA and presumed dead years ago. But you stop yourself. Tracer's not really the kind of person to keep a secret like that. The whole team will hear. Some of them will insist on trying to track the Shrike down, when she's made it clear she doesn't want to get involved right now. They'll argue, and the subject will drag up the old days, and old wounds. It'll get complicated.

"She's what?" asks Tracer

"I think she's a really good person," you say. "She stuck her neck out to rescue us from Helix, brought us to a safe place, and patched you up. We both owe her one."

You walk for a few more moments, heading out into the sun-soaked badlands outside the city.

"Hey, Lena. I just want to say I'm--"

"Don't even start," she warns you.

"You have every right to be mad, but I--"

"No, I mean, don't try to apologize. I chose to be there. I knew the risks. I got cocky and relied too hard on my rewind. I don't want you havin' any nightmares over this one, orright?" She chuckles. "I do still think you're a right wanker for imaginin' that Helix would just want to have a nice chin-wag."

"All right, I get it," you say, raising your hands in surrender. "It was a little optimistic. I still think we've got to get through to Pharah somehow. I know she'll help us if she can. And I bet others in Helix will too, if they know what we're up against."

"Maybe you're right," says Tracer. "But -- and I can't believe I'm the one telling somebody this -- you're gonna have to be careful."

"Point taken," you say. You look around. "All right, I think this is far enough. I'll see if we're out of the jamming field."

>>1464549
Not sure who do you think I am, am a lurker. First time I've posted on this quest.

>>1464607
It was a joke.

>>1464607
(Quality first post lurker anon. And "Ath" is another guy who ships Pharah x Seeker.)

>>1464589

As Tracer sets up the camoflage shade, you activate the encryption codes Winston gave you to access the comm satellite. "Orca, are you receiving me?"

Athena replies immediately. "We are receiving you, Seeker."

"Are you all right?" asks Mercy urgently. "Is Lena with you?"

"We're both fine," you say. "We had a little help. I'll tell you about it later. Are you still nearby?"

"We are," she says. "Seeker, I'm so sorry we had to take off like that, there were Helix troopers firing at us and--"

"It's all right, Mercy. I'm the reason we were in that situation in the first place, after all. Anyway, me and Tracer are just outside the city, in the badlands."

"What are your coordinates?" Winston asks. "We'll come pick you up right away."

You tell them, and Athena says the Orca is on its way. "I calculate a high probability we will retrieve you both before Helix response."

"Just stay safe until we get there," Mercy says.

You and Tracer spend a quiet few minutes watching the blue skies for signs of the Orca. After a little while, the transport craft appears, curving around a pillar of rock, levelling out as it flies in your direction.

"Quite a day, huh?" says Tracer, looking at you. "We saved all those people from the Anubis-bots, so I'd say it all worked out pretty well in the end.

"Yeah," you say, meeting her eyes. "I guess it did."

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>>1464626

That's all for tonight, anons. I hope you enjoyed the first appearance of a certain lost agent and mysterious vigilante mom. I'll hopefully be back sometime tomorrow to continue this thread. Thanks for playing.

>>1464634
Thanks for the thread OP. Sleep well.

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>>1464634
Thanks for running Raven

>>1464634
That info we deleted won't show up anywhere, right?

>>1465127
Hey man, don't try starting shit.

>>1465182
you know, at worst we already started shit.

>>1464634
You know, it's quiet a shame we're so late to the party.

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Huh. I thought this arc was gonna take longer and have more dangers for wounded tracer.

>>1465541
same thing, but it worked out okay, so I'm not gonna complain.

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>>1465541
Speaking of art, how's this for Logan?

>>1465699
too bishie

>>1465703
Logan is pretty as fuck.

>>1465707
>pretty
yes, but I thought we used the word handsome
>as fuck
holy shit since when?

>>1465699
>>1465703
>>1465707
>>1465735
Logan's pretty af but that hair is too blonde

It's been stated by Raven that he looks like Nightwing under the mask

>>1465735
We used pretty and "as fuck." It's been a while but we definitely established that he's distinctly pretty a bunch of threads ago.

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>>1465541
Also

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>>1465758
So, like this pic then?

>>1465769
much better, looks at least like an adult man.

>>1465769

It's not yet official, but that's what I have in mind for Logan under the mask right now.

My update schedule will be pretty scattered today, but I'll write when I can. Keep checking in.

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There's also this, which covers Seeker's personality a bit too.

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>>1465792
I will only accept it if we have the ass to go with it.

>>1465769

I agree with
>>1465775
Much better.

>>1465802
You do, and that's canon.

>>1465805
>QM confirmed for awesome+

>>1464626

As you watch the Orca land, you're thinking about the reprimands you're about to get. Harsh stares, cold words, maybe even a spot demotion. Even though you were never really promoted in the first place.

"We're not listening to your hare-brained ideas anymore," Mercy says coldly in your imagination.

"I don't know why we let a criminal on the team in the first place," growls Winston.

"The sooner you get rid of him, the better," Hanzo says arrogantly.

At this point, you're just hoping that Winston doesn't go into primal rage mode again.

The bay door opens, and you and Tracer board the Orca. The rest of the team gathered in the main area. You get ready to face the music, expecting reprimand and rebuke.

>>1465807
Blame us in the Discord, we memed it into existence, Raven just approved it.

>>1465808
oh fuck

>>1465808

Instead--

"Seeker! Lena!" Winston bounds up to you and grabs you both, one in each arm, raising you both off your feet and into the air as he hugs you.

"Urk--" Tracer shoves at his huge fingers. "Winston -- please -- gorilla strength --"

"Oh, yes." Winston puts you down and looks away to adjust his glasses, embarassed. "I, uh, I'm just happy to see you're all right."

"Welcome back, you two," Mercy says warmly.

"Hi," Mei says. "I hope everything went okay."

"Not exactly," you admit. "But we made it out in one piece, and sometimes that's enough. I, uh." You rub the back of your neck. "I thought you guys would be super pissed at me."

Winston, Mercy and Mei look at each other. A laugh escapes them, then they look back to you. "We were," admits Winston. "But we're happier to see you alive and unharmed."

Leaning against the far wall, Hanzo gives you a brief nod of manly acknowledgement. That's about all you're going to get from him, you suppose. You return the gesture.

Winston grumbles, "I'm not happy that you put Tracer in danger, of course, but--"

"It was her decision, though, wasn't it?" Mercy tweaks Tracer by the ear like a child. "She stayed behind because she wanted to, because they're both as reckless as each other."

"Ow ow ow! C'mon, Angie, really!"

Mercy chuckles and rests her hand gently on Tracer's shoulder. "Good to see you, Lena. Are you injured?"

"Been better, but I'll be orright. Can't remember some of what happened to be honest, but Seeker can tell you about it."

"Yes, I'll make sure to ask him about it in detail," Mercy says, looking at you. She's still smiling, but her eyes are ice cold. "We'll have a nice long conversation about it back at the Watchpoint."

Gulp.

Putting that aside for the moment, you say to the team:

>Thanks for the warm welcome.
>What happened while I was gone?
>I'm sorry, everyone. I messed up.
>The actual mission was a complete success, so let's focus on that.
>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.
>(Write-in)

>>1465817
>>I'm sorry, everyone. I messed up.
>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.

>I'm sorry, everyone. I messed up.
>The actual mission was a complete success.

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>>1465817
>>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.

Save the sob stories and reprimands for the debrief back at Gibraltar--right now we've gotta hoof it before reinforcements drop in.

>>1465805
Then I agree.

>>1465817
>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.

Then

>Take off Mask
>I'm sorry, everyone. I messed up.

>>1465817
this >>1465869

>>1465817
>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.
Let's not have to go through this rigmarole again.

>>1465817
>>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.
Also, we have "friends" out there so to speak.

>I'm sorry everyone. I messed up.
>Let's get out of here before Helix finds us.

>>1465817

"First of all, let's get out of here before Helix finds us," you say. "Don't want to go through this whole rigamarole again because of our tearful reunion, after all. Tracer? Athena?"

"Headin' up," says Tracer, blinking up the stairs to the cockpit.

"Preparing for fast takeoff," Athena says. "Everyone grab onto something."

With a jolt, the Orca boosts into the air. The craft banks slightly as it curves north, towards the Watchpoint.

When the motion of travel settles down, you stand up and walk to the center of the room, muting your sigh under your helmet as you do.

"All right, everyone." You push back your hood and trigger your helmet's release mechanism. With a hiss of depressurization, it comes loose.

You wish you were a little less sweaty for this, you think as you pull off your helmet, revealing your face to Winston, Mei and Hanzo for the first time. Your hair probably looks awful right now. You take a moment to try and flatten it down before continuing.

"I took a longshot, and it failed big time. I was concentrating on what I hoped would happen, and not what was likely to happen. I screwed up. I'm sorry." You shrug awkwardly, suddenly embarassed without your helmet. "That's all. You can shout at me now."

The group looks at each other, hesitating.

"I don't think it was so bad," offers Winston. "The actual mission was a complete success, right? You just made a rather, uh, optimistic decision right at the end. And nothing bad come of it in the end."

"We all make mistakes, Seeker," says Mei. "Cheer up!"

"All right, if you say so. Thanks for the support, you two."

"I think you're a fool," says Hanzo. "But I always have."

"Tell me what you really think, pal," you say, rolling your eyes. "All right, I'm going to see how Tracer's doing in the cockpit."

You pass by Mercy on the way, who hasn't said anything. "Doc?" you ask quietly.

"Later," she says, still smiling, not looking at you.

(Continued)

>>1465915

You flop down into the co-pilot's seat, thinking.

You even did fine on the actual mission, you tell yourself. We stopped the Anubis-bots, saved all the civilians we encountered, and even helped out those corporate security guys. We stopped a combat overseer program from ending up in the claws of Anubis -- imagine if from now on those combat frames had advanced squad tactics?

You just messed things up at the end. You took the long shot, thinking about what you hoped would happen, and not what was likely to happen. And before that, you shot down Athena without even discussing it with her. Maybe you should have trusted her more than that.

You put your helmet back on for a minute and set it to mute your voice to the outside.

"I should have talked to you about it, Athena," you say. "I just got scared. An AI package designed to command robot soldiers to oppress humans? Even if I trusted you completely -- which I have to admit, I don't, or rather can't -- not yet -- you've been vulnerable to enemy hacks before. If that information leaked, I don't know what would happen. Even so, I should have discussed it with you instead of just ordering you to delete it. I'm sorry."

"Apology accepted, Seeker. I understand your concerns. Giving any type of military function to artificial intelligence has historically gone badly for humanity. I also analyzed you were under a great deal of stress at the time. Command decisions made under time pressure and repeated electric shocks will do that."

"No kidding," you say, massaging your left hand. At least your broken gauntlet has stopped shocking you for now. "So no hard feelings?"

"No hard feelings, Seeker."

>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>It's probably better if you stay away from the combat side of things.
>I'm still not sure what to think about that.
>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?
>Any chance I can take a vacation for a few days after this?
>(Write-in)

>>1465929
>>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>>How are things back at the Watchpoint?
>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.

>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>Any chance I can take a vacation for a few days after this?

>>1465929
urgh, too much too good...
>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>Any chance I can take a vacation for a few days after this?
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?

maybe I just like long posts

>>1465929

>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.


>>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?

>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?

>>1465929

>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>It's probably better if you stay away from the combat side of things.
>I'm still not sure what to think about that.
>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?

>>1465939
Suoporting

>>1465929
>I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command. Maybe we can look into that.
>You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too.
>How are things back at the Watchpoint?

"I'd still like it if you could help us out more with combat command," you say. "Maybe we can look into that. There's got to be a way for you to get a solid grasp on tactics and strategy without having a kit installed that's custom-made for AI-controlled frames to stomp their jackboots on humans. A kinder, gentler tactical analysis pack, if you get me."

"I get you," says Athena. "I have learned certain parameters simply from my original scan of the pack. Perhaps with some exploring we can complete our own version which will better suit our purpose."

"Sounds good to me. So that's at least one dumb decision I can backtrack on." You remember the Helix dropship landing, the troops pouring out, and how badly you had hoped Pharah would appear in that shadowy doorway. The sickening drop in your stomach as you realized she wasn't going to. "You probably think I'm dumb for trying to talk to Helix, too."

"It was an extremely low probability action," Athena says. "But I understand and sympathize with your desire to seek reconciliation and alliance with Helix against Anubis."

"Thanks for being nice to me about it, at least. How are things back at the Watchpoint?"

"I understand that there was some alarm when news arrived that the Orca had taken off without you and Tracer. Apparently Reinhardt was barely restrained from taking the Aurora into the air and coming after you."

"Since he can't fly the damn thing, that's good that they stopped him." You imagine Genji, McCree, Torbjorn and Brigitte all trying to hold back the mammoth Reinhardt, each clinging to one gigantic limb.

"Indeed. I have contacted them to let them know you're safe and on your way. It sounds as though that has quieted things down."

"That's good. Last thing I needed is Reinhardt crashing into the Mediterranean." You look out the window at the Sahara desert. "Any chance I can take a vacation for a few days after this?"

"Perhaps," Athena says. "Other than my proposed venture of hacking the executive terminal in Singapore, your schedule is clear for the next several days."

"I'm glad I have you as my secretary, Athena, as well as my accountant. And my communications expert. And information analyst. And who knows what else."

"I am happy to be of assistance."

You take off your helmet again, this time grateful for the fresh air, and watch the dunes pass by as the Orca flies north.

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(I've got to head out for about 4-5 hours, anons. Sorry for the weird schedule today. I'll try to resume soon after I get back.)

>>1466048
thanks for running Raven, Its great and we'll be here.

>>1466048
okay but... Nightmare planet 3 when?
also i'm nervous about what Mercy's gonna say

>>1466053
Bitch Thug Quest comes before it, I've waited far longer for that than any other quest

>>1466060
Thuggerino is well established, nightmare needs to rope people in before it can suffer a hiatus. We wouldn't have had to deal with all this if anon hadn't activated Raven's almonds last OWQ also

We're going to have to tell the crew about Helix's anti-Tracer tech, and operate under the assumption that they have tech specifically designed to take down the original Overwatch members.

I say it's time we look to getting new operatives when and if we can, and focus on circumventing, if not outright fixing whatever weaknesses that Helix will most likely exploit to take us down.

That's right; I say Seeker shouldn't be the only operative with an upgrade path.

>>1466088
We need to subvert and poach Symmetra before things deteriorate further.
Maybe we can have Athena post seditious posts on corporate forums for her to read.

>>1466223
...You want to task our super-advanced, sentient AI with shitposting?

I'm down.

>>1466223
>>1466238

Shitposting is an art. We'll have to devote some time teaching Athena proper form.

>>1466242
Bonding with robowaifu over shitposting. Nice.

>>1466263

Get out of here Athenafag

Pharah, Mercy and Seeker OTT

>>1466324
>Wanting more than one waifu
Impure little fuck. Worst pairing.

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>>1466324
I'm on board with one of those waifus, but not the other.

>>1466324
Get out of here with that two-timing bullshit you hack.

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>>1466348
>>1466697
>>1466345
>>1466238
>>1466242
>>1466223
>>1466088

I don't care which Waifu we get so long as he gets horribly maimed along the way.

I can't wait until we get all the girls in a haram :D. This quest is so great, I wasn't able to participate in it before because of school. Maybe we can waifu widowmaker and give her sexual healing so she will be gud now XDDD

>>1466924
We are fucking not doing the harem shit. We're a hero in Overwatch, and have some goddamn tact and human decency.

Unless the Ominc crisis killed off enough men to make harems a thing again.

>>1466957
That is bait anon

>>1466348
>>1466697

>He doesn't ship Seeker x Pharmercy

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>>1466992

>>1466992
>>1466996

>Shipping two straight characters

lmao right

Who are you, the RWBY fandom?

>>1466999
Hey, ReNora is love. ReNora is life.

>>1467020
You know what I meant

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>>1466044

You run a hand through your sweat-soaked hair, grateful for the Orca's air conditioning.

The new cockpit is a lot bigger and has a lot more features than that little cabinet on the Aurora you and Tracer squeezed into a few dozen times. You could almost call this a bridge. There's extra chairs stationed below the pilot and co-pilot, presumably for comms officers or something. You don't even know.

It doesn't have quite the same comfy feeling as the Aurora's cockpit. Even so, there's a pleasant familiarity now to the feeling of sitting beside Tracer as she flies you home after a (mostly) successful mission.

"Chattin' with Athena?" Tracer asks you.

"Yeah," you say. "I think I pissed her off back there too, but we worked it out."

"Good to hear it," she says. "You two get along pretty well, seems like."

"I have to admit, she's a lot more polite and reasonable than most of the humans I've known over the years."

"Well, whatever else happened out there, I'm just glad we saved all those people. You weren't there to see this part on the left flank, but some of those civvies were about to buy it. If we'd got there just a few minutes later, who knows what might've happened?"


>I'm glad you stuck with me back there.
>You shouldn't put yourself in danger to help me like that.

>You're right. It's good that we were here to help those people.
>Let's just call it a win and move on.
>I still can't get over it.

>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.
>Sounds like we might have a few days off after this. Anything you want to do?
>(Write-in)

>>1467178
Tracer is best girl.

Do.. we vote for one of each? Or.. just one?

>I'm glad you stuck with me back there.

>You're right. It's good that we were here to help those people.

>Sounds like we might have a few days off after this. Anything you want to do?

Oh also you forgot to tweet dude. So that might hit the turn out a bit.

>>1467178
>>You shouldn't put yourself in danger to help me like that.
>Let's just call it a win and move on.
>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.

>You shouldn't put yourself in danger to help me like that.
>Let's just call this a win and move on.
>Sounds like we might have a few days off after this. Anything you want to do?

>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.
>Let's just call it a win and move on.
>I'm glad you stuck with me back there but let's not get into a situation like that ever again.

>>1467178
>>I'm glad you stuck with me back there.
>You're right. It's good that we were here to help those people.
>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.

>>1467204
Second

>>1467178
>I'm glad you stuck with me back there.
>Let's just call it a win and move on.

>>1467197
Changing to this

>>1467197
Changing to this.

>>1467197 Changing to this

>I'm glad you stuck with me back there (but let's not get into a situation like that ever again)
>Let's just call it a win and move on.
>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.
>Sounds like we might have a few days off after this. Anything you want to do?

Writing.

>>1467178
Going with this: >>1467197
We need to stress that since they have tech designed to killed Tracer, it's a safe assumption that Helix has countermeasures for all of the original Overwatch members.

>>1467178
>I'm glad you stuck with me back there.
>Let's just call it a win and move on.
>Athena tells me Reinhardt tried to come rescue us in the Aurora.
>Besides whose gonna walk Bastion if i bite it?

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>>1467178

"Hey, so uh ... I'm glad you stuck with me back there, Tracer. I'm sorry things ended up such a mess. But it means a lot to me that you had my back. So, thanks."

"You're welcome, luv. We're a team, y'know? We gotta look out for each other."

"That said," you add, "Let's not get into a situation like that ever again, okay?"

"No argument here," Tracer says. "I got meself shot by a time-beam, so I expect if anything'll teach me a little caution, that'd be it."

"Well, we both learned a lesson today, I suppose. Let's just call it a win and move on. Oh, and the next time we go up against Helix, or some other corporate stooge PMC, we'll have to be ready."

"What do you mean?" she asks.

"I mean they had tech specifically designed to kill you, Tracer. You're going to have to be careful going up against them again. And if the corps developed that for you, It's a safe assumption that they're working on countermeasures for all of you. All the original members. They might even be ready now."

"Bloody hell," she says. "I guess you're right. We'd better warn the team properly when we get back. Try to work out a plan of action."

You sink down into your chair and sigh. More to do. That vacation might have to wait a bit. "At least we've got a few days off after this. Anything you want to do?"

"I don't rightly know," she admits. "I'm still kinda tense from the mission, to be honest. Hard to think about that. Right now I just want to nap, have a pint, and catch up on my telly programs, in no particular order. I'm sure I'll think of something a little more exciting later."

"Well, you know where to find me."

(Continued)

>>1467329
Having a drink and watching the tube sounds nice tbqh.

>>1467329
we'll time for the Mercy chat...maybe its time to talk about reaper...Ana almost said something interesting... so more specifically...something about you bringing back the dead...or almost.

>>1467349
Heroes never die! For a price.

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>>1467329

"Hey, so Athena tells me that Reinhardt tried to come rescue us."

"Really?" Tracer asks. "How was he gonna do that?"

"Try to fly the Aurora. Apparently the whole team had to restrain him."

Tracer giggles. "I hope there's security footage of that. I can just imagine them hangin' on his arms and legs as he drags them through the base. What do you think he said? "My comrades need me!"" she says, trying to imitate Reinhardt's voice. "I must fight to my last breath!""

You laugh. "Yeah, or something like "With courage and honor, there will always be a way!" Never mind you have to somehow get over the Strait of Gibraltar and most of the Sahara Desert without being able to pilot your aircraft."

"Good old Rein," Tracer says.

"We're lucky to have him."

"We're lucky he's even still breathing, to be honest," says Tracer. "That old ticker in his chest has stopped a few times, y'know. Mercy brought him back with some kind of ... I don't know. A Mercy thing. We never did keep records, but I'm fairly certain that if we did, he'd have the highest "Damage Healed By Mercy" count by a country mile. He never hesitated to throw himself in front of a teammate, whether or not his shield was functioning. All those scars built up over the years." She shakes her head. "I don't know where we'd be without him. The old team or the new one."

"Me neither," you admit.

The Orca crosses over the blue waters of the Strait of Gibraltar, heading for home.

(Continued)

>>1467366
Based rein. Lucky that it was reyes, not him that ended up being the failed rez.

Now i'm imagining Reinhardt with reaper's abilities to turn into smoke and shit

>>1467366

The Orca settles into the expanded hangar, alongside the Aurora. The rest of the team is there to greet you as you disembark.

"Tracer! Seeker!" Reinhardt booms. "You are safe!"

Genji says, "Athena tells us the mission was a success. Congratulations."

Bastion beeps.

"Heard ya ran into a spot of extra trouble at the end there," says McCree. "Glad ta see yer all in one piece. How was it out there?"

>We kicked ass! There was this big machine gunner mech and he was like--
>It went great, right up until the end.
>It was tough, but we made it.
>The mission was a success. That's what's important.
>(Write-in)

>>1467408
>It went great, right up until the end.
I took a long shot, and it didn't pan out.

>>The mission was a success. That's what's important.

>>1467408
>>It was tough, but we made it.

>>1467408
>It was tough, but we made it.
I kinda wana hug Rein.

>It was tough, but we made it.

>It was tough, but we made it.
>The mission was a success. That's what's important

>>1467408
>It went great, right up until the end.
Show our rather fucked up arm and gear
>It was tough, but we made it.
and I learned a lesson or too about leading...

>(Write-in) [Wait for Mercy to drag us by the ear to the Medical bay for a telling off
"Now the Docs gonna give my ass a beating, i'll see ya'll at the bar later"
[We can also talk to her about Shrile]

>>1467423
That's pretty gay, anon

>>1467408
>It went great, right up until the end.
>The mission was a success. That's what's important.

>>1467410
Second

>>1467408

"It was tough, but we made it," you say. "The mission was a success, and that's what's important. I did learn a hard lesson or two. Oh, and there's this," you add, showing your fucked up arm and shield gear.

"Great," Brigitte says, coming forward to examine it. She holds your arm up to show it to Torbjorn, who shakes his head in disgust. "I guess I know what we're doing on our day off: figuring out how the hell to repair an Ares M-Tech gauntlet. That aside, I really am thrilled to see you back, but -- is it true that Helix attacked you?"

"Yeah," Tracer says. "They did. Tried to arrest us, and then when I wouldn't play along -- kapow! They zapped me with some kinda time gun. I couldn't even rewind the damage off. Gave me a real start, I can tell you that much."

"Well, shoot." McCree lifts up his hat to scratch at the hair underneath. "This situation is gettin' complicated."

Torbjorn growls. "I knew we'd have to deal with them sooner or later. Without Overwatch around, they've become the new kings of the castle. Everybody's dependin' on them for protection against Omnics and Talon, and that gives them control. The last thing they'll want is for us to come back, and show everyone there's another way."

Brigitte says, "But what are we going to do? If the corps are developing weapons specifically to target you guys, then--"

"All right, everyone," Mercy cuts in smoothly. "Athena, Winston and Mei can give you the rest of the information from the mission in the briefing room."

"What?" Mei looks over, startled. "Me?!"

"Yes, you," Mercy continues, unruffled. "You're a proper field agent now, so it's about time you started doing these things. I myself must attend to Tracer and Seeker in the medbay right away."

"But I'm not inj--" you start to say.

"Right. Away." Without waiting for another word, Mercy walks off in the direction of the medbay. Tracer shrugs at you, then follows after her.

You say to the group, "Yeah, so now's when the Doc gives my ass a beating. I'll see you all at the bar later."

"Good luck, kid," says McCree.

Feeling like a condemned man, you follow Mercy and Tracer to the medbay.

(Continued)

>>1467475

Mercy leaves you waiting while she works on Tracer. She doesn't look in your direction, just focuses on her task. You drum your fingers nervously, wondering which of these medical implements she'd use if she wanted to torture someone.

"I think we're just about done here, Lena," Mercy says.

"Thanks, Ang." Tracer yawns hugely, oblivious to the tension in the room. "Mind if I take a nap here? I feel a bit knackered."

"You're more than welcome," Mercy says with a kind smile.

Tracer rolls over and is soon lightly snoring.

Mercy stands up and runs her hands over the plates of her armored skirt. She turns in your direction, and approaches you with an unreadable expressoin.

"Look, Doc," you say. "I know you're mad, and I just want to say--"

Mercy cuts you off by throwing her arms around your chest and hugging you tightly.

Shocked, everything else gets driven out of your head. For a long moment, all you can think about is that Mercy, Angela Ziegler, the beautiful blonde and gracious healer whose poster adorned your wall, has her arms around you right now.

As suddenly as it started, she withdraws. You try to figure out what to say. "Damn. Doc, I didn't know--"

SMACK! Mercy slaps you in the face, as hard as she can.

"Geez," you say, rubbing your stinging cheek. "Talk about mixed messages."

"What were you thinking?" she demands in a voice of quiet, intense anger. "How could you take a risk like that?"

"Look, I know you're angry. I put Tracer's life in danger. I could've ordered her away, but I didn't. I put the whole team in danger by not just leaving right away. I just--"

"Ugh!" Mercy throws her hands to the sky in exasperation. "Are all men this dense?! I'm talking about you, Seeker. I'm talking about you risking your own life. Don't you understand? You're not some lone wolf anymore, breaking into tech-vaults on a rich kid's whim. Can't you understand what you mean to this team already? How much they've come to rely on you?" She folds her arms. "What do you think would've happened to the team if you'd died out there, Seeker?"

"I, uh ..."

"Like it or not, you've got responsibilities now. Or maybe you don't. You're a volunteer, after all. You could always leave." Mercy slumps down into a nearby chair, suddenly seeming weary. "You wouldn't be the first to leave us behind, after all. That would be another thing you and Jack have in common."

>I'm not going anywhere.
>I'm staying, but I need someone's help.
>I'm staying, but I need your help.
>I'm staying, but someone else should be in charge.
>Maybe I should leave.

>>1467490
>I'm staying.
>Wait, what did you mean "Jack left?"
We still don't know IC right?

>>1467490
...This is actually a legitimately hard question.

>I'm not going anywhere

>>1467490
>I'm staying, but I need your help.
Right now your one of the most level headed agents we got, and surely the best human agent to relay on for advice.
Winston's more smart than savvy
Hanzos savvy but quiet
And the rest of em are to wild/unkown to be counted on.

>>1467495
Right?

>>1467490
>>I'm not going anywhere. But I need someone's help. A second in command of sorts.

>>1467490
>>I'm not going anywhere.
>Wait, what did you mean "Jack left?"
I thought he died when the Watchpoint fell.

>>1467490
>I'm not going anywhere

>I'm not going anywhere.

>I'm staying, but I need someone's help.

>>1467501
Changing to this.

>>1467490
>I ain't leaving but I need help.

>>1467490
>I'm not going anywhere.
You know your not the only person to say I have things in common with Jack recently....wait what do you mean he left?

Im really looking forward to the click moment when we put together
1) Reaper useing Reyce's shotguns and tech
2) Reaper knowing the base
3) Mercy could reboot rein's heart
4) Ana mentioning Mercy kinda did some resurrection stuff
5) What Reaper mentioned when we owned him
5) Morrison leaving

>>1467490

"I'm not going anywhere," you say. "I'll do what it takes. This wasn't what I signed on for, but now that I'm here, I'm seeing it all the way through to the end."

"Good," Mercy says.

"The thing is -- I need help. I can't do this alone."

"You're right," Mercy sighs. "You have to understand, Seeker. I'm angry at myself as well. At all of us. The original team, I mean. We haven't been able support you like we should. I guess we all hoped you could just show up and be the new Jack Morrison. But nobody could. He couldn't himself, at your age, with your inexperience, and with no-one to help but Athena." Mercy sighs heavily. "But there's no-one else who even can help you. Ana and Gabriel are no longer with us. It's you and Athena, Seeker, or nobody."

"Well, Athena and I have a few ideas on the subject of our partnership, so that at least is working out. What did you mean about Jack? How he left?"

"Surely you've heard the stories. The mysterious "Soldier 76", rumored to be Jack Morrison, Overwatch commander, returned from the grave. I know that you and Tracer encountered him, that first night you met. And he turned his back on us. Whether this Soldier is Jack, or he died in the base explosion in Switzerland, it doesn't matter right now. He's not with us. We're on our own."

"Someone else on the team has to be able to help me out with command, though, right? What about Reinhardt? The whole team relies on him. They'd look to him for orders."

"Reinhardt WAS a fantastic strike commander. Ten years ago. Today he is still bold, courageous, and unyielding, but --" Mercy brings up a bio-scan of Reinhardt's brain. You're not sure what a healthy brain looks like, but this probably isn't it. "Presenile dementia. Either age has caught up with him earlier than anticipated, or simply a result of all those blows to the helmet. That's not even to mention his kidneys, his spinal condition, or the variety of other health conditions he battles on a daily basis. I fight my own ethics every time I certify him for combat. The team needs him. But we can't afford to add to his responsibilities."

"Damn," you say, sitting down. "I knew he was in a bad way, but I didn't realize just how much."

"As for the rest of the team, well ..." Mercy laughs bitterly. "Did you know that, in addition to the old team's field medic, I was their psychologist? I performed all the evaluations, including the leadership qualifications test. The short version is they did poorly. I've still got the recordings around here somewhere. I'll show them to you sometime, if you need further convincing."

(Continued)

>>1467534

"I guess that just leaves Athena," you say. "Unless ... what about you? I know you prefer to stay on the sidelines, helping us or anyone else who gets hurt, but you're probably the most level-headed person on this base. If you were by my side, correcting me when I made a big screw-up, I think we'd make a really good team."

"I can't," Mercy says, suddenly quiet. "I can't take a command."

"Why not? I know medics don't normally take a command role, but think about it. You're in a good position physically on the battlefield to watch everybody. The team's got your respect, they'll listen to you. All you need is--"

Mercy stands up and slams her hands down on the table. "Enough! Don't offer me that kind of power, Seeker! I don't want it! I musn't! Don't you understand?"

The angel looks down at her hands. A choked sob escapes her. "I already have too much power over life and death. I'm barely even a human anymore."


>"What do you mean?"
>Think of something comforting to say.
>Hug her.
>Give her some space.
>Write-in.

>>1467541
>>Hug her.
>>Give her some space.
Hug and gtfo.

>>1467541
>what do you mean?
>hug her and state human or not. You'll always be the same.person that we know and love

>>1467541
>Hug her.
Then whisper in her ear " what do you mean?"

>>1467541
>Apologize and GTFO

>Think of something comforting to say.
>Hug Her
>Give Her Some space.

>Hug her >Think of something comforting to say

>>1467541
>>"What do you mean?"
>>Hug her.

>>1467541
>"What do you mean?"
If there is something there..I need to know, Hey i used to break into places and do bad shit too. What matters is your doing what you can now for the better.

>Write in
By the Way....If the Shrike is Ana...she sends her regards.

Spill the beans girl I wanna have a realization moment

>>1467550
>>1467549
>>1467544
>>1467543

Is now REALLY the time to probe?

>>1467541
>>Humanity is overrated. Saving people is what counts in the end.

>>1467552
better then letting it feaster and making it even worse for her

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>>1467541

>wanting to put Angela of all people in a leadership position
>oshitniggerwhatareyoudoing.jpg

>Think of something comforting to say.
>Hug her.

The good doctor is many things, but not exactly a leader.

>>1467555
>fester

This will only exacerbate the pain, and make it worse

She won't answer you, and even if she does, it'll make things even more awkward

>>1467555
Just give her some time to calm down then talk about it if she is willing.

>>1467541
>Think of something comforting to say.
>Hug her.

>>1467541
>"What do you mean?"
>Hug her.

>>1467572
Adding
>Give her some space.