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Soundtrack: Walter Wanderley - Os Grilos
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQzotPMPSRU

A sleek hovercar whisks by on the otherwise empty road, stirring up a cool breeze that you're grateful for in this heat. Even under the shade of the cafe's awning, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, you're baking.

You take a sip of your cafe noir, set the small cup down on the table, and wave away the dust kicked up by the car's passing. You're out on the edge of the city, but if you take a moment, you can still hear the cry and hue of the city markets, and look out at the minaret spires of Marrakesh. Beyond them stands the grand range of the snow-capped Atlas mountains.

The cafes in Morocco still carry on the long-standing tradition of those first cafes made centuries ago: a place where men can sit and talk business in the heat of the afternoon, away from the stuffy confines of their offices, and the nagging of their wives and secretaries. Many things have changed in the world's culture in the 21st century -- for example, women now also stop by the cafes, to get away from the nagging of their wives and secretaries -- but the Moroccan cafe still remains a place to discuss business in a casual setting, accompanied by the soothing bitterness of black coffee.

This particular cafe, on the outskirts of Marrakesh, is just such a place. Looking around at its clearly disreputable patrons, you might be inclined to think that it was a habitat of scoundrels, low-lifes, and ruffians. And you would be exactly right.

You're still nervous in a place like this. You did pretty well putting on a front as a cocky young hotshot, back when you were just dealing with fences eager to see your latest acquisitions from beyond the seals of the tech-vaults. The people you dealt with and worked with were criminals, sure, but they were sophisticated criminals with sleek outfits and the latest gadgets. Now you're dealing with actual rogues and hardened outlaws. People with nothing to lose.

But you're here with a purpose, and if you're going down this road, these are the types of people you'll have to associate with from now on. With the amount of gear you've accumulated from your raids on the vaults, you're finally ready to do something about the stranglehold the mega-corporations have on the innocent citizens of the world. Starting by taking something very important from them:

>The real plans for a supposed housing development by Vishkar.
>A weapon being created by Helix Security.
>Dangerous AI research being done by Zaki Robotics.
>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.

>>1614251
>A weapon being created by Helix Security.

>>1614251
A weapon being created by Helix Security.

>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.

>>1614251
>>A weapon being created by Helix Security
Had a birdlike name or something.

>>1614251
>Dangerous AI research being done by Zaki Robotics.

>>1614251
>>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.

IT BEGINS--AGAIN!

>>1614251
>A weapon being created by Helix Security.

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>>1614295

>A weapon to surpass Metal Gear being created by Helix Security.

Writing.

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>>1614251

A new weapon being created by Helix Security, an elite international peacekeeping contractor. You haven't figured out some of the details yet, but it's definitely some kind of high-tech power armor. Possibly a new version of their Raptora combat suits. The Mark II became famous around the world for the strength and firepower it could grant its users. But there are dark rumors about the new variant of the suit, and its purpose. If the rumors are true, this project has to be shut down before the suit can be used on ordinary people.

You finish your cafe noir. Even if the place is a rogue's gallery, at least they make decent coffee.

Someone in a hooded jacket and heavy sunglasses takes the seat opposite you. "How's the coffee in this place?"

"Better than the weather," you say, putting your cup down, and give the other half of the signal. "But they don't use the right beans."

The woman flips back her hood, revealing a familiar shock of white hair, and pulls her shades up to her forehead. "Hey, kid."

"Hey, Silver," you say. "Good to see you. Aren't you a little hot in that getup? It's almost forty degrees out."

"Someday you'll learn you have to suffer for aesthetics, kid," she says, lighting a cigarette. "That and I've got enough replacement parts they found room for a cooling fan in there somewhere. How's things?"

"Good. Was that you in the Volskaya plant last week? How did that go?"

"I was barely involved," she says. "If I'd had more to do with it, the job wouldn't have gone south the way it did."

"Oh yeah? What happened?"

"Those dumb fucks tripped an alarm, and ..." Silver places two fingers to her temple and mimes firing a pistol. "Bam."

"Ouch."

Silver places her left hand and forearm on the table, a casual gesture to an outsider. But you know that under her hand is a drive containing the codes to Helix's research and development facility.

"Are you sure you want to do this, kid?" she says. "Breaking into abandoned tech-vaults is one thing. That stuff doesn't belong to anybody anymore, not really. Stealing from the big boys? It's a whole other game. You can't just walk away from this one. They'll be after you."

>I know what I'm doing.
>Thanks for the concern, but I can do this.
>Don't treat me like a child.
>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something.
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>Hang around and have a drink, will you?

>>1614583
>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something.
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.

>>1614583
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
We've got the skills to pay the bills

>>1614583
>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>Hang around and have a drink, will you?

>>1614583
>Thanks for the concern, but I can do this.
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.

>>1614583
>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something

>>1614583
>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.

>>1614583
>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something.
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.

>>1614583

RAVEN YOU BASTARD I WAS GOING TO HEAD TO BED

>I know what I'm doing.
>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>Try not to die of a heat stroke for me alright?

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>>1614583
>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>>Hang around and have a drink, will you?
Man, Teen Titans Quest just finished and now this. Today has been a great day.

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>>1614583

She's got a point. This will be a step beyond anything you've done before. But you have to do this. Lives are at stake. If that weapon gets built and used -- "I can't just stand by and let this happen, Silver. I have to do something."

Silver sizes you up through narrowed eyes, the curling smoke of her cigarette between you. She sighs and slides her hand across the table. "I always figured you were the moral type, kid. Just thought maybe you had the sense to avoid it."

"Me too," you say. You deftly take the drive from the table at the moment she lifts her hand. "Guess we were both wrong. Don't worry about me, though. I'm used to being in over my head. Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I can handle a few drones." You give Silver your best "charming rogue" smile. "I got this."

"If you say so," she says, returning your smile despite herself. "Hakim sends his regards. He'll get in touch about the second half of the payment." She starts to stand up, then stops. "One last thing. This job is pretty hot. Helix is stirred up over something in Egypt. You might want to take a vacation for a week or two first, give the hornet's nest a chance to settle down. Those codes will still be good when you're ready." She gets up and straightens her jacket. "You've got what you need. I'd better get out of here."

"Hey, come on," you protest. "Hang around and have a drink with me, will you? I know this great place I'd love to show you later."

"I don't think so, kid," she says, still smiling. "Last time you almost charmed your way into my pants, and I've got a reputation as a cool and aloof woman of business. So I'm not giving you another chance. Not today, at least." She winks at you and saunters away, and you're pretty sure she's deliberately adding a sway to her hips.

"Try not to die of heat stroke out there," you call after her.

(Continued)

>>1614792

You get another coffee and start thinking about the job. These codes will get you through the most dangerous part of Helix's security system. And you've already got something for the second most dangerous part. That just leaves the third-most, which you'll probably have to deal with the old-fashioned way.

Going over some schemes in your head, you can't help eavesdropping on the conversation between two large, tattooed thugs at the other table outside the cafe.

"This is the one who ruined the store job the other day?" asks the first thug, one with a shiny bald head and tribal tattoos.

"Yeah," grunts the second, a man with a thick beard. "She ain't even a cop or anything, just some chick. Dave says they were getting ready and she just walked right up to them. They went to get her out of the picture, but she pulled some ninja shit on them and took them all down. Dave got out of there before the cops showed up, but he's got a broken arm. The others are in jail. Cops can't pin the job on them, but they're looking at possession charges."

"Fuckin' bitch," growls the first thug, the bald one. "So Hakim wants us to keep an eye out for her, does he? What does she look like?"

"Tough muscle chick with a biker jacket. Brown skin, brown hair with beads. And a tattoo right here." You glance over to see the bearded thug tap his face under his right eye. "Some kinda Egyptian thing."

Hmm.

You could ask them about it, and:

>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.
>Act snide, to show you're better than them.
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

Or just:
>Drink your coffee. It doesn't concern you.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.

>>1614837
>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.
>Respecting these thugs

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.

>>1614837
>>Drink your coffee. It doesn't concern you.

>>1614837
>Act polite, to show that you respect them.
I'm assuming this means polite respect in "thug language", not polite as in offputtingly fancy

>>1614837

>Act snide, to show you're better than them.

Why play nice with roid rage and someone poisoned by testosterone?

>>1614837

You walk over to the other table. "Excuse me, sir--" you start to say.

"Huh?" The bald-headed thug turns around. "Did you just "sir" me?"

The man pushes back his chair and stands to his full height, looking down at you in anger with his beady eyes. His tattoos ripple as he flexes his massive arms. "Do I look like a fuckin' "sir" to you?"

"Hey," growls the bearded thug. "Cool it. He's just a kid."

"You heard," replies the bald thug. "Patronizing piece of shit--"

"Yeah, so? Who cares. Don't get all pissy about it." The beared thug turns away to take a drink of his coffee, and you're grateful that one of the two seems to be reasonable, before he adds, "Just kick his punk ass and throw him in the ditch."

The bald thug grins down at you and crackles the knuckles in each fist.

Not for the first time, you wish you were back in your comfortable room in Lijiang with the drones. All this international criminal stuff was a terrible idea, you think. You really should've just gotten a new dog.

Sweating in the thug's shadow, you try to figure whether to pull the weapon out from under your shirt, or if it'll just escalate things, but if you don't you might just get your head crushed and die and that wouldn't be much of an end to the career of a wannabe master criminal, now would it--

Both parties are distracted as a motorbike pulls up to the cafe and brakes to a halt.

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>>1614887
I was WROOOOOONG

>>1614965
we look like a gigantic fucking pussy thanks act polite voters

>>1614965

Look at what you did polite voters. We look like a gigantic, sopping, walking vag because of you people

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>>1614965

The bike's powerful engine growls, then slowly fades, like a tiger settling down for a nap. Its black frame glistens with the reflection of the bright sky above. A woman steps down from the seat and snaps the kickstand. She reaches up to take off her helmet.

And your world stops.

Soundtrack: The Runaways -- Cherry Bomb (start at 0:21)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqEh8OBQfmY#t=0m21s

It only lasts a few moments. You know that, logically. But watching that woman take off and lower her helmet, you could swear it lasts for hours. Everything slows down. You can see every strand of hair as she shakes out her dark tresses. The details of her fingers as she raises a hand to run through her hair. Her striking eyes which you can see even behind her sunglasses.

The woman walks -- no, she doesn't walk, she struts, slinks, swaggers -- past you. All you can do is watch. Your imminent ass-kicking is completely forgotten in this reverie. She glances at you as she passes, and a faint smile quirks the corner of her mouth. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.

You should warn her, you think, as she enters the cafe. But you're paralyzed. Not even from fear, but from the holy vision you just received.

"Looks like it's your lucky day, punk," growls the bald man, and shoves you away. "Get lost. Don't let me see you again." The bearded man gets up, and they both move to enter the cafe--

Another gangster comes flying out the open window. The holographic advertisments fizzle at his brief disruption. The gangster crashes into the table his two friends were just sitting at, and sprawls on the ground, moaning.

"Shit--" "Get in there!" The two thugs rush inside. Wary, but too intrigued to walk away, you follow.

Inside is a scene of chaos and violence. On one side is a slim woman in her mid-twenties. On the other are a dozen gangsters, strong men with experience in street fighting, armed with bottles, chains, and knives.

They seem to be evenly matched.

As you watch, the woman turns into a judo throw and hurls a man who must be two hundred and eighty pounds over her shoulder. He strikes his back on the counter and slides to the ground, groaning. Three more are already on the ground.

She's more than holding her own. But you see one of the thugs behind her, creeping up on her with a knife, and she hasn't spotted him.

>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to.
>Just drink your coffee. None of this is your problem.

(Continued)

>>1614980
>>1614887
Chaos, we thought the same as this guy.

>>1614984
their thugs you moron

>>1614982
>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
Sap mode: Engaged.

>>1614982
>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

>>1614982
>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do

>>1614982
>Just drink your coffee, because she can handle this.
Does Logan recognize that this is Pharah yet or no?

>>1614982
>Help the women, because it's the right thing to do.

>>1614982
>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

>>1614985
Yeah, because the correct way to handle roid raging dipshits desperate for a fight is to give them an excuse to start one

>>1614982

>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

Gimme a minute to get some coal for the hype train.

>>1614982
>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

>>1615003
>>1614982
>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

>>1615001
that incident was gonna happen no matter what but at lest we wouldn't look like a giant fucking pussy

>>1614982
>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to.
This is old history. I think it's much more fun if she kicks our ass.

>>1615016
You mean the corporate kiddie doesn't know how to talk to street thugs?

>>1615016
>that incident was gonna happen no matter what
You think that our QM is railroading us? Because I disagree.

>>1614982
>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.

>>1614982
>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.

>>1614982
>>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to

>>1615025
>You think that our QM is railroading us
of course he railroading us in this instance its a flash back this technically already happened
cause we all know that this is gonna end with Seeker and Phara hooking up

>>1615019
My sentiments exactly, but clearly no-one else agrees.

>>1615025
>Approach angry thugs
>Talk to them at all
Do you expect any way of talking to not make them more mad?

>>1614982

>Help the woman, and tell yourself it's because it's the right thing to do, although maybe you're just doing it because she's hot.

Writing.

>>1615035
Seeker and Pharah hooking up is the only part that happened in a railroady sense, everything else hasn't been set in stone.

>>1615040
No, I expected that we would act in-character instead of picking the optimal decision using meta-knowledge of angry thugs that Logan doesn't have. I like that most of us did this.

And I also think, of the options there that involved approaching them, that it technically DID have the best result - even though the result is "beat him up", it's a lot better than the other results would have been, which I'm guessing are "teach this little shit a lesson" and "kill him"

>>1615058
Gosh darn hormones i say

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>>1615063
dem hormones are 100% right

>>1615058

Actually, roll to see how this goes. 1d10s, first three all count.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>1615090
k

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1615090
Rollin
>>1615095
AP(DFHAPSFVHWEGW}ERBGJS(OFWE}_G

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1615090

Here we-

>>1615095

You son of a bitch

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>1615090

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>>1615095
im helping

>>1615095

Clearly Seeker was very much a beta before he joined Overwatch.

>>1615112
you mean before he got the 'training'

>>1615112
>>1615121
Well good thing he didn't get caught before.

>>1615112

Or someone shoots us in our perfect ass....OH GOD NO.

>>1615121

Eyebrowsofinnuendo.gif

>>1615133
>we're doing the Nurse You Back To Health Flirting Scene, but genderbent
i've never been happier to get a 1

>>1615138
A single 1 isn't THAT bad.

>>1615154
I think the last time we got a 1 Tracer nearly died.

>>1615154
LAst time we got 1, our equipment broke

>>1614982

You've got to help this woman, you decide. Because helping a righteous person fight back when they're being ganged up on is the right thing to do. It has nothing to do with how you think she's smoking hot, you tell yourself, or that smile she gave you as she walked past you. Nothing to do with that at all.

You spot an empty glass on a chair next to you, pick it up, toss it once experimentally to check its weight, and hurl it full force at the thug sneaking up behind the woman. The glass whistles straight past his head, missing by inches. It at least forces him to pause, startled by the sudden missile hurtling past his head, and alerts the woman that there's a threat. She turns and delivers a side kick straight his chin, knocking him flat on the ground. She lowers her foot, looks over at the door, and sees you -- and smiles at you. Not the quick, seductive smirk she showed you earlier, but a real one. You feel heat rising in your cheeks.

The woman suddenly frowns and calls, "Look out!" You duck just in time as a cricket bat comes whistling past the spot your head just occupied. A thug with an elaborate mustache chases after you, swinging the heavy sporting instrument. Whatever you might think of cricket as a sport, that bat will hurt like hell if he catches you. Grabbing up one of the nearby chairs, you toss it at him. He strikes it to the side, shouting, but you use the opening to dash forward, leap into the air, and plant a jump-kick square in his the chest. He staggers and leans against the wall, and you finish him off with a high kick.

A minute or so later, the two of you are the only ones left standing. You might be breathing heavily with bloodied knuckles and some bruises, but judging from the pained moans coming from the thugs on the ground, you're better off than they are.

"Thanks for the assist," the woman says, her voice rich and warm.

"You looked like you had it under control," you say, still trying to catch your breath. "But I thought it looked like a good opportunity to impress you."

"Heh. You've got balls, little man, I'll give you that." She moves to stand in front of you, and you realize she's taller than you. Her eyes move up and down your body, appraising.

You're interrupted by the sound of car engines. Through the window behind the bar, you see two cars pull up in the back alley and disgorge their contents of violence-ready gangsters.

"TIme to go," the woman says, picking up her motorcycle helmet off the bar. You follow her out the entrance. She walks to her motorbike, flips up the kickstand, and starts to get on. Then she stops. She looks back at you. "Want a ride, kid?"

>Go with her.
>You go. I'll hold them off.
>I'll take my chances on my own.

>>1615167
>Go with her.

>>1615167
>>Go with her.

>>1615167
>Go with her.

>>1615167
>Go with her.

>>1615158
>>1615163
>1 in a highly dangerous situation in which we are already battered against people with super powerful weapons
>1 in a fight against some thugs

>>1615167
>Go with her.

>>1615167
>Go with her.

catch a riiiideee?

>>1615167
>>I'll take my chances on my own.

>>1615167
>>Go with her.

>>1615167
>>Go with her.
Muh dicc

>Go with her.

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>>1615181

Clearly, our Hero callsign should have been Black Cat--seems the shit just hits the fan at the best possible moments for us

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>>1615167

"Y-yeah," you say, hurrying after her. "A ride would be great. What do I--?"

"Get on behind me," she says, strapping her helmet on. "And hang on."

You hear shouting from inside the cafe. Gunshots ring out, one of the bullets whistling past your head. Another pair of cars comes screeching around the nearby corner and head for the cafe.

You get onto the rear of the bike seat, wondering if this dizzy feeling of exaltation is due to the near-death experience, or being about to ride a motorbike with a hot babe, or squeezing up next to that hot babe, or maybe all three. For a moment you think about where you should be putting your hands, until she reaches back, grabs one of your wrists, and pulls it around her waist. "Hold on tight, little man," she says, her voice muffled by the helmet. "Here we go."

Soundtrack: Queens of the Stone Age -- Go With the Flow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcHKOC64KnE#t=0m07s

The woman kicks the starter. Twists the handgrip. The engine roars to life like a enraged animal. The rear pipes spew exhaust. The tires squeal.

The bike takes off like a rocket. The sensation of speed slams into you, and you're almost pulled off the bike. You can only stay on by hugging your arms tightly around the woman's waist. She wasn't playing around when she told you to hold on tight. Wind whips past you at an incredible speed, your eyes tearing up immediately. This is why you normally wear a helmet for this sort of thing--!

The gangsters are driving souped-up variants of older models that can actually keep pace with a monster of a bike like this. Soon you're out of the city altogether, driving down a lonely road in the badlands, between arid cliffs and rocky spires, high up into the Atlas mountain range.

Hakim's thugs follow in dogged pursuit. Their cars are slightly faster than the woman's bike, and they gain ground on the straightaways, but the woman makes up for it with her superior handling on the turns. She takes a big corner at high speed, the bike tilting underneath. The g-forces tug at you. You whoop as she pulls out of the turn at the end.

She turns her head. "Like that, little man?" She calls back to you.

"Hell yeah I like it!"

"That's nothing yet," she calls. The road continues to climb. "We're coming up on the Dades Gorge, and I'm not slowing down. Hope you've got a change of pants."

A gorge sounds scary, but really, how bad could it be?

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>>1615312

The road comes into view.

"I changed my mind!" you shout."It's only a dozen gangsters, we can take them -- OOHHHH SHIIIIIT--!!"

The woman laughs like a madman as she speeds into a ludicrously sharp corner, the first of many on your way down to the gorge.

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>>1615328


Some time later, after the woman's ditched the gangsters and pulled off to the side of the road. You finish puking into the rocks, wipe your chin off, and head back to where she's checking over the bike.

"That was some real driving," you say. "Is that bike gasoline-powered? I didn't think they made these anymore."

"They don't," she says, still looking at the bike. "It's an antique. I put her back together myself, with the help of a friend. No substitute for these old engines." She turns around, that half-smile on her face again. "You finished? Get it all out?"

You laugh weakly. "Yeah. I've done some crazy stunts before, but plunging headlong into a gorge on a motorbike at high speed is a new one. Guess my stomach wasn't too thrilled about it."

She takes off her jacket, then pops up the seat of the bike and retrieves two cans of coffee. She hands one to you, then puts the seat back and sits down on the bike, draping the jacket over her shoulder.

In all your life, you've never seen anything so badass as this woman right now.

"So what's your story?" she asks, cracking the can of coffee.


>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>Introduce yourself, but give a fake name and background.
>Just a boy away from home.
>I could ask you the same thing.
>I recognize you from somewhere.
>Thanks for the ride.
>What brings you to Morocco?
>What's your beef with Hakim?

>>1615371
>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.

>>1615371
>>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>>Just a boy away from home.

>>1615371
>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>Just a boy away from home.

Awkward coolguy ahoy

>>1615371
>>I could ask you the same thing.
>>I recognize you from somewhere.

>>1615371
>>Just a boy away from home.
>Thanks for the ride.
>What's your beef with Hakim?

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>>1615371
>>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>Thanks for the ride.
>What brings you to Morocco?

Wow Seeker how did you land Fareeha she's so out of your league you dumb putz

>>1615371
>I could ask you the same thing.
>I recognize you from somewhere.

>>1615371

>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway

>>1615371
>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>What brings you to Morocco?

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>>1615382
She's just the best.

>>1615382
This.

>>1615371

"Just a boy away from home," you say, opening your own canned coffee. "I'll spare you the dirty details. Short version is I grew up with the corps, but I walked away from that. Now I'm a vaulter. Know what that is?"

"You're a thief," she says.

"I prefer to think of myself as a treasure hunter."

"You break into the old sealed-up laboratories and loot them. Like what they tried to do with the Longinus Institute." She takes a sip of her coffee. "Is that where you got that piece of yours? Looks pretty fancy from what I can see." She raises an eyebrow, that half-smile appearing again. "Want to show me your weapon?"

You grin and take out your weapon for her -- that is, the gunblade you had tucked in to a holster under your shirt. "What do you think? Vintage Ares M-Tech, two-stage modular weapon." You spin the weapon around your finger one way, the elaborate mechanisms transforming it from gun to sword, then spin it back the other way, and it changes back. "Pretty neat, huh?"

"Boys and their toys," she says, amused. "What kind of power source does it use?"

"Miniaturized magneton furnace, second-gen."

"How does it compare to milspec these days?"

"From what I understand, pretty fucking good."

"Eh. I guess it's all right." The woman looks away, acting nonchalant, but you're pretty sure she's actually impressed.

"So ..." You sit down on a mid-sized rock next to the bike. "What brings you to Morocco?"

She shrugs. "Nowhere else to be."

"What do you mean? Is this like a vacation for you, or --?"

The woman laughs, a trace of bitterness seeping into her voice. "You could say that, yeah. A long vacation. No destination. No end date." She gestures at the bike. "Just the road."

"Sounds cool to me, but you don't sound to happy about it."

"I had a job lined up for me. More than a job, really." She looks out at the distant horizon. "It didn't happen. So now I'm travelling. That's all there is to it."

You sit in silence for a moment, putting the pieces together, then say, "I just now realized where I recognize you from."

"Yeah?" She looks over, her eyes unreadable behind the sun's reflection in her shades.

"It's okay if you don't want me to say it," you tell her. "I can let you just be some badass girl who picked me up on a bike who I never saw again. But," you say, realizing as you do that it's true, "I don't want to leave it there."

She doesn't say anything for a few moments, and you wonder if you ruined it all by saying that. Eventually she says, "Thanks for your help. Back at the cafe."

"Glad to help, though I'm not sure you really needed me. I should be thanking you for letting me hitch a ride out of there. If there's something I can do to pay you back, let me know."

She looks you up and down again. "I can think of something."

Your heart beats a little faster. "You mean--?"

Fareeha's smile grows predatory. "Where are you staying?"

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>>1615450

That's where we fade to black for tonight, anons. I'll be back tomorrow to resume Overwatch Quest #20 and our Pharah x Seeker flashback sequence. Hope you're enjoying yourselves, and thanks for playing.

>>1615458
thanks for running

I love that Seeker is Jail bait

>>1615458
Thanks bruh. My heart might not handle this

I love that Pharah felt like a cougar

>>1615450
Pharah confirmed for best girl. Thanks for running dude.

So speculation Pharah Seeker goes bad when he keeps doing petty crime and she decides to join 'corporate' siding with Helix because she wants to be special and get a nifty jet pack suit?

BTW, we are still Bandit right?
Or raven retconned it to seeker

>>1615478
I don't think we picked a call sign yet when this flash back takes place

>>1615481
aight, just checkin

>>1615463
Seeker is 21 in this flashback I think.

>>1615458
So are.. we getting lewed right now?

>>1615484
I'm not sure but I think Seeker is like 19

>>1615458
Raven how old is Seeker in this flashback

>>1615485
yep we getting lewded
since she gave us a ride now we have to give a ride "if you know what I mean"

>>1615478
>>1615481

You are not yet known as Bandit or Seeker. The three years in between now and the "present day" of the quest is when you earn the Bandit name, and it retroactively becomes tied to your reputation as a vaulter.

>>1615484
>>1615489

You are 21, and this is three years before the quest, when you are 24.

>>1615485
>>1615504

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izGwDsrQ1eQ

>>1615540
>Careless Whisper
TOP KEK
Marvin Gaye works as well

>>1615458
Welp. RIP Tracer and Mercy. You had a good run.

Thanks for the thread OP!

>>1615977
When Raven decided that Seeker heard Cherry Bomb when he first saw Pharah, I was pretty sure that she was the true waifu. Careless Whisper sealed the deal.

>>1615977
>>1616229
>somehow this ends all the debates

>>1616911
nah mate

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>>1615450

That afternoon, you took Fareeha back to your room at the hotel.

For the three days since -- or is it four? -- neither of you have left the room.

It's a small but comfortable place, with walls painted in blue oriental mosaic, and a bed with plain white sheets. There are two small chairs, a round wooden table, a kitchenette, and a small bathroom with an open shower.

But the bed is where you spend most of your time.

You order meals, booze, and drugs via room service. Hotel employees know where to find everything, and they start getting used to you answering the door half-clothed. Whenever the noise complaints from adjacent rooms become insistent, you give the young bellhop a handshake containing a sizeable bribe, and go back into the room, to continue unabated.

The large windows have to be left open in this heat, and a squeaky ceiling fan does its best to circulate the air, but the room still stinks to high heaven of that particular funk that arises when two people have been going at it like animals in heat for days in a single room. The sounds you two make, the cries and rhythmic thumpings, sometimes drift through the open windows to the street below, where the elderly smile or shake their heads, depending on their opinion of young love.

Right now it's late afternoon, and you're standing at the window, wearing nothing but a pair of loose pants and a beer in your hand, enjoying the view of the streets of Marrakesh and the faint coolness of the breeze on your bare chest. You turn around and lean against the windowsill, looking down at the bed.

Fareeha lays there, still lost in the post-coital haze of afterglow. Her nakedness is only half-covered by white sheets, and you admire her athletic body. She spots you looking at her, and a flushed smile spreads across her face. "Hey. That was good. Really good."

"I'm a man of many talents," you say, and take a drink of cold beer, the bottle wet with consendation from the heat. You give her a sly smile. "I knew you figured I was some fresh-faced kid you could pump and dump, y'know. Had to give you a good reason to want to keep me around."

"It's a good reason," she agrees. "Where did you learn this stuff? I didn't take you for the experienced type."

"I had a girlfriend," you say. "Sort of. It's complicated. I don't want to get into it. There's only one girl I want to be thinking about right now."

You sit down at the table, push aside an empty liquor bottle, and open your room service box to start polishing off the last of the couscous, a Moroccan specialty: essentially beef and vegetable stew over wheat rice. "Have to order another box of this soon.."

"Maybe two or three boxes," Fareeha says. "We're getting a lot of exercise, and it's hot as blazes. Ugh. I'm sweaty as hell," she says in disgust, wiping the sweat off her thigh. "I'm gonna take another shower." She gets up, the sheet falling from her, and you watch her cross the room, naked, and disappear into the bathroom.

(Continued)

>>1617784

How did you get so lucky? you wonder, not for the first or last time, then remind yourself not to question providence. Don't try to understand it. Just let it happen.

The three of you haven't talked much. That is, you've certainly said things to each other. Things like "yes" or "more" or "do it now oh fuck yesss". But you haven't really had much of a conversation. You've been busy. But maybe it's time to bring it up.

You know now that she's Fareeha Amari, the daughter of Ana Amari, captain and second in command of Overwatch. Back in the days of Overwatch's ascendancy, everyone with even a passing familiarity with the team's exploits knew about Captain Ana's daughter. That she was a prodigy, a fierce fighter even as a young girl, destined to one day be a force for good just like her mother. She grew up being groomed to take over her mother's position, and when she came of age, joined the Egyptian army for experience in the expectation that one day soon, she would join the agency.

That day never came. Ana Amari went missing, presumed dead. Overwatch disbanded. The agents drifted apart. And Fareeha Amari faded into obscurity.

You had no idea what had happened to her until now, when you found her riding a old-fashioned gas-powered motorbike through the dusty mountain roads of Morocco.

When finishes her shower, maybe you'll ask her about:

>Growing up with Overwatch.
>The dark days when the agency fell apart.
>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.
>Her plans for the future, long-term.
>Her plans for the future, short-term.
>What drink she wants to order. Stay focused on the now.

>>1617784
I know I'm in the minority but can we have less slice of life and more base building and plot progression

>>1617790
>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.
>Her plans for the future, long-term.
>What too order this time?

>>1617791
Fuck off, This is adorable.

>>1617790
Supporting >>1617794

>>1617790
>Her plans for the future, short-term.
>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.

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>>1617790
>>Growing up with Overwatch.

Start off with some softball pillow talk questions. Let's ask how it was like being raised by a half dozen homicidal maniacs with a blank check courtesy of the UN!

>>1617794
>hedonistic shit to appease Pharahfags
>adorable
Go to /d/ if you want to fap

>>1617790
>The dark days,when the agency fell apart.
>What this motorbike road trip thing is about.
>Her plans for the future, short-term.

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>>1617790
>>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.
>>Her plans for the future, long-term.
>>What to order this time?
>>1617791
>>1617806
Bro, come on, this is great.
>>1617784
Gif related.

>>1617806
>Accusing me of being a Pharahfag

Slice of life is adorable, I personally hate Pharah. I'm a MercyFag.

>>1617810
If you want to read overwatch smut, it's just a google search away. If you want a decent quest about rebuilding overwatch, this is the only one that exists. I just wish we moved away from slice of life and towards the more important plot points.

>>1617790
>Her plans for the future, long-term.

>>1617816
We are literally doing backstory, and establishing why and how Seeker is so close to Pharah. This was already heavily implied in the earlier threads, and now being explicitly stated. It also shows the distinct change that Pharah had on the MC.
>>1617814
I mean, Mercy is cute 'n all, but I like Pharah in this story.

>>1617790

>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.
>Her plans for the future, long-term.
>What drink to order.

Writing.

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So if we ever meet Ana again once we come back to the present, what the hell do we tell her about our history with her daughter? How would she react? Would she push us for grandchildren?

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>When you really want Mercy to win the Seekerbowl but Pharah feels more fitting
This is troubling

>>1617863
this is the start of their relationship its always nice in the beginning the ending is gonna look like a giant blood bath where shit is said and you cant take it back

>>1617863
This is how shit starts, How it ends is always super shitty.

>>1617784
>You order meals, booze, and drugs
drugs
uhh what
that better be like the day after pill

>>1617860
She,already knows who we are. A few threads back it's implied that Ana kept an eye on him when they were dating.

>>1617863
Remember, earlier thread established that this went south

>>1617894
>>1617875
>>1617871
I know shit goes south but having them get back together after all those years through Overwatch just makes the romantic in me feel happy

>>1617898
Anon, i'm sorry to tell you this but normally those 'second' chances end up really bad.

>>1617790


A few minutes later, Fareeha emerges from the shower, still naked, towelling off her hair. She drips beads of water onto the floor as she crosses the room on bare feet, and flops back down onto the bed with a sigh of contentment.

"What drink should we order next?" you say, starting small. "We're just about out of the tequila and the rum."

She waves off your question. "Too hot to think," she grumbles. "You decide."

"All right, I'm gonna order us some fruity drinks with curly straws and a little umbrella, sound good?"

Fareeha picks up one of the pillows and throws it at you.

"Scotch whiskey it is," you say. You pick up the room phone and dial in the code that sends your order to the room service guys downstairs. "So, Fareeha. Tell me about this road trip of yours. If I remember the history articles right, you were still in the Egyptian army when ... when all that stuff went down. What makes a woman give up a rising military career to drive a bike around in the dusty mountains of Morocco?"

Fareeha doesn't say anything for a few moments, and you wonder if you messed up asking about her personal life and motivations. Eventually she says, "I didn't know what I was doing there anymore. My whole life I was pointed in one direction, like an arrow in a bow."

She pushes herself up, gets up off the bed, and stretches. "Suddenly all that was gone. I couldn't figure it out from where I was. I had to get away. See things from a new angle. You know what I mean?"

"I really do," you say, thinking about that night when you fled your home, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind.

"I was already building the bike, in my spare time. Torbjorn -- you know, the dwarf engineer, used to be in Overwatch? We stayed in touch a little, and he helped me out. So the bike was ready to go. One day I just ..." She shakes her head. "Just got sick of it all. Handed in my resignation, effective immediately. Normally you can't do that in the military, but I was convicing."

"I'm sure you made a persuasive case," you say, wondering if she used her mother's name and reputation to intimidate them, or just her own fists.

"It got to be a real shouting match, but in the end, they accepted the papers. I got on my bike and started driving." She looks down at her hands. "And I just kind of ... never stopped.

"Damn," you say. "What about the future, though? Do you have any plans, long-term? Can't just ride with the wind forever."

"Can't I?" she snaps, a little too harshly.

"Sorry," you say.

She sighs and rubs her forehead. "No, I'm sorry. That question's a touchy subject because I don't know the answer. I'd tell you if I knew, but I don't." She sits down on the edge of the bed near you, your knees almost touching. "Pour me the rest of that rum, will you?"

(Continued)

>>1617898
>just makes the romantic in me feel happy
I know where your coming from anon

>>1617903

You fill up a tumbler with rum and hand it to her. She takes it and has a drink, then raises her long, brown legs, crosses them, and props her feet in your lap, looking at you over the rim of her glass.

"Hey, watch the merchandise," you tell her, shifting her feet a little, and she grins into her glass as she takes another drink.

"So, little man. You already know my life story from the vids. Why don't you tell me something about yourself? All I know about you is you said you grew up in the corps, and now you fancy yourself a treasure hunter."

Your experience with women is still limited, but you know there's one thing you don't talk to them about -- other women. So instead, you tell her about:

>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>Growing up as an executive heir.
>Your fucked-up family.
>Raiding the tech vaults.
>The Helix job you have planned. (Skirt the details)
>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)
>Something evasive, and stay a man of mystery.

Love this quest first time actually on time, and gotta say Pharah or Athena those are the Waifu options

>>1617909
>Your fucked-up family.
>Raiding the tech vaults.

>>1617909

>Your fucked-up family.
>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)
She betrays us for an in with Helix.

>>1617909
>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>Raiding the tech vaults.
Inconsequential detail personal enough to seem to matter but not revealing enough

>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>Your fucked-up family.
I feel she could relate

>>1617909
>Raiding the tech vaults.
>The Helix job you have planned. (Skirt the details)

>>1617909
>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>Growing up as an executive heir.
>Raiding the tech vaults.

>>1617909
>>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>Growing up as an executive heir.
>Your fucked-up family.

These three seem like a good place to start as any. YOu don't lead in with the scheme--you get there after buttering 'em up a bit!

>>1617909
>>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.
>>Growing up as an executive heir.
and then leaving because of
>>Your fucked-up family.

>>1617909
>Growing up as an executive heir.
>Your fucked-up family.
>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)

>>1617927
>This.

>>1617927
this

>>1617930
This

>>1617909

"Well ... like I said, I grew up with the corps. I'm not just a keypuncher or a cog, though," you say, referencing the derivative slang for office drones and maintenance workers. "I'm the son of an executive. My mother's kind of a big deal. My dad's just an engineer."

"Isn't that weird?" Fareeha says. "I thought execs mostly married other execs."

"They do. To me, that says she must have really loved him at some point, to have married outside her elite caste for him. I knew that must be true, even as a kid. Which made it even worse when I saw her shout at him, or strike him. He never raised a hand to defend himself."

"Sorry to hear that."

You pour the rest of the tequila into your own tumbler, watching the amber liquid swirl. "It's fine. That was hardly the only fucked-up thing about my childhood. Most people, when they think about execs, they just think about the lavish lifestyle, how they could have any luxury they ask for, their every whim indulged."

"And?" Fareeha asks. "Is it like that?"

"In the material world? Absolutely. You live in high towers, sleep on beds of sophisticated memory foam that analyzes your sleep patterns, wake up to lavish meals with optimal nutrition content. Your every physical need catered to by the most expensive servants, both drones and humans. Of course ..."

You drum your fingers on the table. "There's the other side. The responsibility side. The side where you grow up training in fencing, because you might have to fight off an assassin someday. Where your own mother poisons you at the dinner table to teach you a lesson about testing your food. Where you cut yourself off from real human relationships, not trusting anyone you know, even your own family. Because everything is about money and power. Everything.

"It wasn't all bad," you admit, reflecting on the few happy times. "I had a dog, and the drones kept me company. I even had a pair of friends for a time. And of course, I had Overwatch."

You laugh, remembering how your room used to look with all the posters and action figures. "I was kind of a fanboy, to be honest. They seemed like everything I wasn't. Strong, dynamic, self-reliant. And most of all, free."

A sigh escapes you, as you think of that news broadcast you watched three years ago. "Of course, that turned out to be an illusion, like so many other things. We all saw Overwatch's puppet strings get cut when the U.N. disbanded them. But at the time, at least, they gave me something to believe in. They gave me hope."

"They gave hope to a lot of people. But in the end, they couldn't give it to themselves." She laughs, bitterly. "Of course, in the end, hope's a double-edged sword. Overwatch gave me plenty of hope. Then The Petras Act was passed, and my dreams all turned into ash."

"Same here," you admit.

Also I finally was able to catch up and participate, at least a little... Yay.

>>1617989

You say,

>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.
>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.
>Do you blame the United Nations?
>I hear things were on edge between Morrison and Reyes at the end.

>>1617992
>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>But this way, you got to meet me.

>>1617992
>>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.
>Do you blame the United Nations?

>>1617992
>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.

>>1617992
>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me, and I got to meet you.
I had to add to it just felt right

>>1617992
>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.
>>Do you blame the United Nations?
And if it was actually implied (please confirm Ravenking)
>And I know that my mother had a hand in making sure the Act passed.

>>1617992
>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>Do you blame the United Nations?.

>>1617992
>Who knows maybe they'll reform again or something. when the world needs them most.
>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwtch

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>>1617992
>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.

Ask her how she was like away from the cameras and reporters. Ask her about Ana Amari the person.

>>1618001
>>1618005
Sure, brings up the thing she probably does not want on her mind right now

>>1617989
>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.
>I hear things were on edge between Morrison and Reyes at the end
>Do you blame the United Nations?

>>1618001

I think this was the original fan-made concept for Seeker's mother as a powerful politician who helped enable the act's passing. I did end up making mother a powerful woman, just in a different way. She isn't involved in the U.N's decision unless I change my mind later

>>1617992
>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.

>>1617989
>Learning how to fence
>Genji can you teach me sword, I just flail about

what happened to our fencing lessons?

>>1617992
>>Do you blame the United Nations?

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>>1618017
Gif related.
>>1618027
Raven never said we were good. Just that we had a tutor.

>>1618027
Gunblade is not a fencing blade

>>1618031
Neither is a Katana. And the basics of swording are universal.

>>1617992


"I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch," you say. "Do you blame the U.N.?"

Fareeha shrugs. "I don't know. I was in the army at the time, so I didn't have much contact. But things were weird at the end. Bad weird. Overwatch was going down a dark road. Somebody had to stop them."

"They say things were pretty bad between Morrison and Reyes."

"That's one way of putting it," she says, and takes a drink of rum. "I hoped they'd find some way to bury the hatchet, but it never happened."

"They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother--"

"The last thing I want to talk about," growls Fareeha. "Is my mother. I think this little history lesson has gone on long enough, don't you?"

"Okay, you're right. I'll just say this. I know how it feels to be groomed your whole life for a position and end up somewhere totally unexpected. In some ways, it's different for me. You got forced out, while I chose this. But I still get where you're coming from."

You take a moment to try to figure out how to express this. "We were both born into a certain world, for a certain purpose. We spent our whole lives preparing to fulfill that purpose. And then we ended up on the outside, doing something else. So I understand."

To lighten the mood a little, you add, "But because of all that, you got to meet me!" You grin and point at yourself with your thumb. "So clearly it was all worth it."

Fareeha rolls her eyes, but you catch her trying to hide a smile.

(Continued)

>>1618053

You take a drink yourself, trying to work up the courage to say this. "You know, I was joking. But I -- I mean it too. We both walked fucked up paths to get to where we are now. But I'm glad that I found you here. A-and I hope you're glad you found me."

She takes a moment to think about it. You get the feeling she doesn't hesitate so much as take all the time she needs to be sure. Eventually, she nods, and says confidently, "Yeah. I am."

She sounds serious up until the moment she grins and reaches forward to tousle your hair. "I needed a new boy toy. Now that I know you're some bigshot executive's son, you make an even grander prize." You blush as she pats you on the head.

"Anyway, enough about the past." Fareeha pats the bed beside her.

You drain your tequila in one go, slam the glass down, and sit in the indicated spot, right next to her. She squeezes up close to you, circling your waist with one arm. "Now," she says, raising the other hand and tracing your jawline with a fingertip. "Do that thing again."

"You mean this ...?" You touch her in a certain way, in a certain place.

"Yes ... oh god ..."

(Continued)

>>1618053
Thanks Mom voter for the insensitive topic

>>1618057
Only 2 people voted for it.

>>1618060
And it got included because of that

>>1618056
>Somehow we didn't knock her up

IS THE REASON IT FELL APART CAUSE OF A MISCARRIAGE?

>>1618063
Loss.jpg

>>1618067
YOU MADE ME SEE THAT
THAT FUCKING MEMORY
GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

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>>1618056

Soundtrack: Astrud Gilberto - Goodbye Sadness (Tristeza)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCGKgbOyetY

The next few weeks are a blissful blur of being with Fareeha, under the Mediterranean sun. Sometimes you're riding on the back of her motorbike, tightly holding her around the waist, watching the countrysides of Europe and North Africa go by. Sometimes you're walking on the beach, hand in hand. Sometimes you're beating up a gang of thugs who tried to mug the wrong tourists. The one constant is you're together.

You ride behind Fareeha through the hills of Tuscany, between fields of wildflowers and poppies and long green rows of vineyards. You spend the night in an abandoned farmhouse, sharing bottles of wine and telling stories, until finally you go for a roll in the hay, in both senses of the phrase.

You pass through the busy streets of Tunisia, riots of colors and scents and voices. In a bazaar you find rich traditional tapestries in one stall, mounds of brightly colored spices in another, experimental electronic devices in the next. You try your hand at Arab-style bargaining and fail miserably, Pharah laughing as she takes over for you and haggles ruthlessly in fluent Arabic. Later that night at a festival, after Pharah tries stubbornly and repeatedly to win a stuffed Pachimari doll at a rigged carnival game and fails, you subtly shoplift the thing for her. The look on her face when you present it to her a few minutes later is something you'll never forget.

You walk hand in hand between white-painted buildings on the stone streets of Ilios, windmills slowly turning on the hills above, and gazing out at the azure sea of the Aegean below. You spend the evening crashing a fabulous rooftop party of high-rollers and celebrities, watching the stars, partaking of the hors d'oeuvres, and making out with Fareeha, wondering when your generous hosts will realize that nobody here knows you.

(Continued)

>>1618071
Lol

>>1618072


One morning in Ilios, Fareeha says, "I have to do some things this afternoon. Alone."

"Things?" you ask, curious. You've barely split up since that day at the cafe.

"Things."

"All right, miss mysterious. If you don't want to say, that's fine."

"This evening, though, I -- I'd like to meet you. At that cafe, with the view. Nine o'clock." She seems unusually hesitant all of a sudden. "I've got something to tell you."

"Okay," you say, wondering if you should be worried or elated. "Can't you just tell me now?"

She shakes her head, not meeting your eyes. "I've got to see this through first."

"All right, Fareeha. I'll see you tonight, at the cafe. You've got my number. Call me if anything comes up."

"Thanks, Logan." She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking away. "See you tonight." You watch her leave, the way her white dress shifts in the wind, outlining the graceful and strong figure underneath, before she turns a corner and vanishes.

Your phone beeps. For a moment, you think it's her, and she's being cute, calling you right away. Then you realize it's the pattern for your secure line. The one you use for business.

Suddenly conscious you haven't thought about the heist at all for quite some time, you answer. "Yeah?"

You hear a woman inhale on a cigarette before saying, "It's Silver. What the fuck are you doing, kid?"

"I -- I'm on vacation. Like you said."

"I said one or two weeks. You realize it's been over twenty days?"

You lower your phone for a moment and flip to the calender. Holy shit. "Uh, I got kind of caught up in something."

"It's fine, kid. But your window is about to close. I can help, but it's gotta be tonight at nine sharp. Meet me at the docks. I've got you a ride to the Helix facility."

"Tonight at nine?" you say. "Isn't there maybe--"

"It has to be tonight. Heh, what is it? You got a hot date or something?"

"Actually ..."

"Fuckin' hell. Kid, you realize Hakim has advanced you money on this, right? If you don't come through with this, his boys are going to come down on you like a ton of bricks. They don't have the resources the corps have, but they're big fucking fish in this pond. If you value your skin, don't cross them." A pause as she takes another drag. "Hell, you're an idiot. I should just leave you twisting in the wind. Here I am trying to help you."

"I'm sorry, Silver. I know I'm idiot. Thanks for trying to help."

"Yeah, well. Good luck, kid. If you survive, you can repay the favor someday." She hangs up.

You stare at the phone in your hand.

Fuck.

>>1618085
>Tfw you stood her up when she wanted to marry you.

I'M GONNA GET THIS RIGHT ONE DAY.

>>1618085

>Follow your heart and meet with Pharah at nine.
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
>Leave her behind. Do the job.

>>1618091
>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1618091

I'm leaving you with this choice for tonight, anons. When I return tomorrow, we'll find out what happens.

Thanks for playing.

>>1618085
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? Tell her you're a criminal.

>>1618091
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
>Leave a note at the place you're supposed to meet to be dropped off if we don't make it.

>>1618091
>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
This is where it all goes wrong

Everything is kill

>>1618091
>Leave her a written note.
>Leave her behind do the job

Bump

>>1618091
Follow your heart

>>1618091
>>Leave her behind. Do the job.

>>1618091
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1618077

>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

I'm hoping that if we are more honest she'll have a better memory of us when we return to the present.

>>1618091
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
when presented choice between two evils - DRITTER WEG

>Leave her behind. Do the job.

>>1618091
This -> >>1618104

>>1618091
>>Leave her behind. Do the job

>>1618085
>Leave her behind.Do the job.

>>1618091
>Leave her behind. Do the job

>>1618091
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
Can't we just text her saying we'll be late, and to reschedule for tomorrow?

>>1618091
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1618091
Eh fuck it, changing my vote to
>Leave her behind. Do the job.

>>1618085
>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1618085
oh this is going to go so fucking bad I'm going to have to shoot myself in the foot to make sure I'm not in a nightmare.
but lets do it how all the bad tragedies do it. lets go find our GF in a compromising position we wont like

>track her down ahead of time

>>1618085
>Leave her behind. Do the job.
Leave a note making it resoundingly clear we HAVE had to go to our job and that it is a rather dodgy one, we hope to tell her about our later life when/if we get back. Leave our number. Make sure the tone is regretful and the next drinks are on us

>>1618091
>>1618091
>>1618116
Switching to

>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

Can't we just call her?

Man

it's gonna be a lot harder to recruit her with all this baggage.

>>1618091
Call her and tell her about your buisiness

>>1618487
yeah seriously, thing are going to be so awkward when the amari's join up.

>>1618033
I've fenced and studied Kendo. Literally nothing alike.

>>1618091
>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1618508
Both of which are different from broadsword. Hell, even within fencing there are major differences. You can always tell when people don't know what they are talking about.

>Leave behind a note explaining something major came up and that we can give an explanation when we get back, hoping she at least for give us. After all it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?

*Forgive, stupid auto correct

Also, not to but in with the sword / sword fighting styles argument but here are my two cents.

The shape of the blade determines it's fighting style and the fighting style determines the shape of the blade.

You want a weapon to use for quick reflexes and dodging use a rapier / fencing sword

You want to hack and slash your way to victory, go with a long sword

Want to dual wield weapons to throw off your opponent, use short swords or knives.

Want to deal as much damage in a single swing and have the strength to wield a large and heavy weapon, use a cleaver or claymore.

Now I'm sure I got quite a bit wrong in this post, but I'm sure it gets the point across well enough

>>1618091
>Leave her behind. Do the job

>>1618584
Yeah you get the gist of it, you're right about not getting everything right but that's fine.

One thing my autism won't let me neglect however is the dual wielding bit. Dual wielding was never used in combat, sometimes in duels but you would never duel wield in a pitched battle.

You gain literally no advantage from a second weapon, you can only make one attack motion at a time and if you attack with both weapons at once you leave yourself very exposed to a counter. If your opponent has a shield and you strike it with both weapons he is going to poke you in the stomach and you'll die a slow painful death. If you alternate weapons on his shield you don't double your attack speed, you could attack as fast with one hand.

The only time two weapons was really used would be a rapier and main gauche in musketeer times, and like I said they didn't fight pitched battles like that but duels. You won't find medieval paintings of knights dual wielding.

>>1618596
No no no it's totally viable, you just have to be a superhuman who outclasses your every opponent combined in strength, agility, and technique by a laughably absurd factor.

>>1618614
Fair enough.

Yes again I admit to knowing basically nothing when it comes to swords, and I know dual wielding is too impractical to actually use, just trying to make a point even though it is terriblely wrong is a lot of aspects.

>>1618596
This is bs, if you have two swords you can attack twice as fast, it's that simple. Elite historical fighters like Miyamoto Musashi knew this, you just need training and skill, something which western fighters didn't have.

>>1618823
No you can't. A swing is a swing is a swing, doesn't matter which hand you use.

Only benefit to a second weapon is exploiting weaknesses and mistakes.

>>1618091
>Leave her behind. Do the job.

>>1618823
if you dual wield, it's much easier for an opponent to get through your defense, as your force will be spread through 2 different blades. while when using single weapons, or a sword and shield, the fore is greater behind the blade, or the attack is spread through the shield. after all, one good attack is all it really took to put someone out of commission back then.

>>1619014
Interesting how this went from a quest to a discussion on combat

>>1618091
>Do the Job
Either chose the girl or the job anons. Raven ain't gonna make us find her.

>>1619216
all three options are gonna end the relation ship its just a matter of how

>>1619283
>>1619283
Exactly we all know how this ends might as well not be wishy washy about it and choose the job. We can't save this

>>1619283
Yeah I just feel like do the job makes seeker a cunt.

>>1619305
ya but how it end is up too us
we leave her: we get a heartless bastard kinda of end
We follow our heart: we get a she leaves us kind of end
we try and tell her: We get a she was playing us the entire time kind of thing and we both feel betrayed

well that how I see it anyways

>>1619313
Not really a cunt though. This is basically choosing between a girl or doing the right thing (i.e stopping the corp from developing new weapon for who knows what). If he chose the latter does it makes him a cunt for wanting to pursue the good of others over his own self-satisfaction?

inb4 she wants to meet to break it off

>>1618091
>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?

>>1619323
>Not really a cunt though
I'm gonna disagree with you there
standing up the girl you are having a whirlwind romance with is pretty cunt move

>>1619325
I'm pretty sure that's the intended purpose

>>1619323
Bailing on 'please meet me here at 9.' and she made it seem important. Feels cuntish.

Also worried: we're raiding Helix. She probably left for a job at helix.

Might be getting her rocket suit. we might be trying to steal it. We know how that pans out, and she seems to be a bit bull headed.

>>1619329
And chosing self satisfaction over the greater good is not a cunt move?

>>1619335
Greater good? Seeker looting a tech lab isn't the greater good. It's personal gain that he spins as 'good' to make himself feel better.

>>1619346
God forbid a Quest character ever be decisive and do anything that might make someone mad.

>>1619353
Putting words in my mouth or?

>>1619335
nobody said we couldn't be a person

>>1619346
Eh? How do you know that? Is that what is written for being Seeker's motivation? Either option makes a cunt of us for different reason.

>>1619356
That is the action people always vote for. Just like you are now

>>1619360
I'm saying that's how I read seeker at the moment. His theft of one weapon isn't going to stop them from making more or doing the bad things that they do, do.

It's largely self enrichment. He's 'bandit' at the moment. He's targeting the bad guys. But I'd say that in the grand scheme of things he's being selfish. I think he turns that around once he hooks up with overwatch a few years down the road.

>>1619373
How is what I've voted for being indecisive? It's not. It doesn't say, "Don't do the job!" As I read it, it's a warn Pharah you can't stick around till 9 and clear the air.

You said, "God forbid a Quest character ever be decisive and do anything that might make someone mad."

So if it's the mad thing, I don't care if it makes her mad necessarily, I just think it's a dick move to say, "Hey I'll be here!" Then fuck off.