I am ready to bully and chew gum, and i am all out of gum

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>>1999038

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>>1999038

"So that's the plan," you say to D.Va.

The two of you are standing in the plaza in Busan, near the blast crater she made when her first mech landed and exploded, shot down by the Titan that still rampages through the city. Nearby is the second mech, hastily printed, assembled, and fired Earthwards by HALO manufactories, painted D.Va's signature bright pink and tagged with her sponsors' logos. On the ground are the ROK Army soldiers you handed out a few broken limbs to, when you took exception to them physically restraining D.Va from rejoining the fight.

"Hrmph. I'm still not happy about this." D.Va plants one hand firmly on her hip while she wags a finger at you with the other. "You'd better not try any funny business, mister "Seeker". Just what we agreed on."

"Don't worry about me. You've done this before, right?"

"Once or twice. But only with members of my unit. And they were girls." She gives you a meaningful glance.

"I'll be gentle," you say. "I promise."

D.Va curls her lip in disgust as she takes out a small remote and activates it. The back of the MEKA slides apart to reveal the cockpit, a snug pink coccoon of cushions surrounded by button panels and sensor screens. The pilot lies on their stomach and controls the mech through a pair of joysticks at the front.

D.Va climbs into the mech, settles herself into position lying down at the controls, then looks over her shoulder at you with a distinctly displeased expression. "All right. Get in."

(Continued)

>>1999068

"Okay, so I'll grab this, and reach here and -- uh -- how do I --"

"Hey, watch it!"

"Sorry, I -- if you can just --"

"Mmph, let me get -- move your -- for the love of --"

"I'm almost -- damn -- okay. There. Ready?"

"Ready," D.Va sighs, exasperated.

The two of you are jammed into the cockpit together, you squeezed in on top of her. This wouldn't work if either of you were any bigger, but you're thin, flexible, and short for a guy, and D.Va's even smaller, so the two of you just barely fit. One time where being a manlet comes in handy.

You try to keep focused on the stakes of the mission and the task at hand. Think about the Titan, Seeker, you tell yourself. Think about Busan, and all those people out there who need your help. Don't think about how you're crammed into a tiny compartment with a hot movie star in a tight plugsuit, her body pressed up against your chest and abdomen, so close you can feel her move as she breathes. Just don't think about it, that's all.

"Let's go for it," you tell her, doing your best to say focused on the mission.

"All right. Wait, hold on -- what is that poking me?!"

"That's my weapon. The real one," you add in response as D.Va turns her head to give you a dirty look. "Not the -- you know."

"Can't believe I'm hot-boosting with a guy I just met," you hear her mutter as she turns back to the controls. She twists the joysticks, and the view of Busan through the MEKA's HUD-enhanced viewshield turns as the machine rotates in place, its feet clattering on the concrete below. Soon you see the smog cloud from the Titan's trail of destruction, and then the Titan itself. The robot's massive form looms over the city, as big as the skyscrapers it can demolish with a single punch or missile barrage.

"What's your plan to shut the big fucker down, once we're inside?" she asks.

You don't have one, so you tell her, "I'll worry about shutting it down. You worry about getting us in."

D.Va groans. "Fine. So where are we headed?"

You point ahead. "Straight at the Titan!"

She makes a face. "I mean where on the Titan, dumbass. It's a big robot. Where do you want to aim for on the Titan?"

"Oh, uhh --"

>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.
>The chest. Probably where the reactor is. Dangerous, but it'll get us closer to where we need to go.
>The head. My team started their infiltration up there. We can link up with them.

>>1999078
>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.

two ways in. better chances

>>1999078
>>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.

>>1999078
>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.

>>1999078
>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.

>>1999078
>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.

>>1999088
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>>1999135

>The stomach. It's lower, so fewer guns to get through. It's the safest way inside.


Writing.

>>1999078

"Head for its stomach," you tell her. "Fewer guns to get through. Safest way inside."

"Works for me," D.Va says. "So, Mister Seeker. What makes you such an expert on killing Titans?"

"Remember that Titan that went rogue in Kurjikstan, couple months back?"

"Yeah, I -- wait, that was you?"

"Sure was," you say, with a slight swelling of pride. Torbjorn might've done most of the work, but you saved his life for sure. And out of all the living people in the world who could say they've got experience in Titan-killing, even your limited amount is high up there. At least top ten. That's got to count for something, right?

"Volskaya Industries implied they were responsible for cleaning up a rogue Omnic terrorist intelligence," D.Va says. "Are you some kind of corporate clean-up crew?"

"Just the opposite, really."

"Huh." D.Va glances back at you again, this time with a different look in her eyes. She turns back to punch in a sequence on her control pad. "We're going to be pulling some serious G's here. Last person who flew with me puked about twelve seconds in. That gonna be a problem for you?"

"I can handle myself," you say confidently, displaying a winky face emote on your helmet, having no idea if that's true. Parkour in wall-ride boots is one thing, but this is another thing entirely. You feel a sudden surge of panic as you see in your mind's eye the MEKA being shot down down, falling out of the sky in a burning fireball, crashing to the hard ground below.

You're committed now, though. No backing down from this, no "wait, actually, I changed my mind, I don't want to fight a giant robot." All you can do is hang on and hope for the best. Hope that D.Va's as good as her reputation says she is, and that she can get you close to the Titan without getting both of you killed.

D.Va finishes her preparations. "GLHF," she says, and presses one last button which starts some kind of old video game music, the tinny synthesized notes filling the cockpit's interior.

(Continued)

>>1999474

Soundtrack: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Iof5pRAIZmw

With that as some kind of signal for herself, D.Va rams both joysticks forward, and the MEKA begins to run down the street like a heavy metallic ostrich, towards the Titan. You swallow hard, feeling your pulse begin to race, as the gigantic mech's true size becomes apparent once more as you approach.

"Hold onto your "gun" back there, Mister Seeker," D.Va says, the air quotes audible in her emphasis. "The ride is about to begin."

The MEKA's rockets flare up, casting cyan highlights on the interior of the cockpit. A jolt reverberates through from the rear as the rockets propel the lightweight mech into the air in a two-second burn. The Titan's vast size looms ahead, filling more of the view as you get closer. You see a set of compartments open on both legs, and a series of missiles fire out in rapid sequence, one after the other. Each turns in midair on a different curve, and swoops around to head straight for you.

D.Va laughs. "하! 이건 사기야!" A series of green trapezoids overlays itself on the viewshield, a 3-dimensional targeting system. D.Va's nimble fingers dance over the joystick buttons, calling up the MEKA's defense matrix lasers. Each missile, in turn, blasts apart in midair as she shoots it down. "APM 좀 올려볼까?"

The Titan's missile racks close up, and some other weapon reveals itself. A metal spike juts out, electrical arcs wrapping themselves around it like writhing snakes. "Fuck," says D.Va. "Some kinda tesla coil. It's adapting to the defense matrix. I can't shoot down a lightning bolt. Time for some fancy flying."
With no other warning, she immediately dives into some kind of corkscrewing dive that makes your stomach lurch and your head spin, the world revolving and inverting at incredible speeds outside. The cockpit lights up with a blinding flash as the lightning bolt passes by, the CRACK-BOOM of thunder rolling through.

Machine gun fire comes in fast, bullets as thick as rain. D.Va kicks the defense matrix back to life and swerves. Everything begins to blur. All you can do is hold on and hope.

After what seems like a life-long nightmare of flips and barrel rolls and barely-evaded defensive fire, but was actually about a minute, the MEKA lands gracefully on an extruded platform just above the Titan's hip joint. The only defensive emplacement covering this area was a machine gun turrent which she made sure to blast to pieces before landing.

(Continued)

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>>1999484


"You threw up in your helmet, didn't you?" asks D.Va.

"Glub," you respond. The helmet has limited protections against this sort of thing, but you've overloaded them for now. You're forced to retract the helmet for it to flush its systems out, revealing your face. You grin weakly at D.Va. "See? Nothing to it." You notice her eyes widen. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she says. "I just didn't expect you to be--" She cuts herself off, coughing into her hand. "N-never mind," she says. "Let's get out of here."

The MEKA's rear port slides open, and you squirm outside. As much a part of you enjoyed that strange intimacy, it's nice to stretch your legs after being so cramped in there. D.Va follows you, slipping out of the mech and quickly looking it over. "It's banged up, but it should give us an exit if we need it. All right, this is where you take over, Mister Seeker. Lead on."

The door is non-functional, welded shut long ago by the Titan's own repair drones. You've dealt with such measures plenty of times, though, and some quick work with your wrist-knife, honed to the right edge for just such an occasion, gets you through. A quick glance over the security system reveals it's designed to be unuseable by humans. So you jam a codespike inside.

Swinging open for the first time in years, the door reveals an empty, shadowed hallway into the depths of the Titan.

You step inside, your weapon at the ready. D.Va stays close behind you, clutching her lightgun pistol. You tried to talk her out of it when you outlined the plan, telling her she only needed to fly you up here, but she was most insistent.

You begin to search the interior of the Titan for:

>The reactor. It'll be hard to shut down, but we can take this whole thing down at once.
>The control systems. They'll be easier to get at, but there's more than one, and destroying each one will only stop part of the mech at a time.
>You don't know what, but you'll know it when you see it.
>Write-in.

>>1999497
>The reactor. It'll be hard to shut down, but we can take this whole thing down at once.
D.va a qt.

>>1999497
>>The control systems. They'll be easier to get at, but there's more than one, and destroying each one will only stop part of the mech at a time.

>>1999497
>You don't know what, but you'll know it when you see it.
Mystery box.

>>1999497
>>The control systems. They'll be easier to get at, but there's more than one, and destroying each one will only stop part of the mech at a time.

>>1999497
>>The reactor. It'll be hard to shut down, but we can take this whole thing down at once.

>>1999497
>The control systems. They'll be easier to get at, but there's more than one, and destroying each one will only stop part of the mech at a time.

>>1999506
>>1999513
>>1999531

>The control systems. They'll be easier to get at, but there's more than one, and destroying each one will only stop part of the mech at a time.

Writing.

>>1999497
I'm actually here on time? What is this madness?

>>1999497
Anyway, mystery box is probably not a good idea, because we'll probably have to roll and we know how bad our luck's been so far on this op. Reactor would be a good idea if we have the firepower, and I think we probably do.
So, I'm going with
>The reactor.
But if we don't have the firepower for it then
>The control systems.
On the other hand, it might be worth looking for
>The rest of the team.
Strength in numbers, right? Then again, we could risk blowing D.Va's mind and I think she's already thinking something along the lines of "oh no he's hot."
So... final answer is
>The reactor.

>>1999599
...wait. Wow I'm an idiot. Well, control systems is probably the safest option so I'm not complaining.

>>1999497


"We're gonna target the control systems," you say to D.Va. "A friend of mine has a lot of experience with these machines. He showed me a detailed map of a Titan interior, and these things he called "control hubs," sort of nexuses for the wires in here. Obviously this particular Titan, being self-adapting and all, will have shifted itself around a little. But there are certain clusters of computers and connections it can't just casually bypass. If we can get access to those focus points and disable them, each one should take down a major part of the Titan's ability to control itself. If we get them all, we'll have shut down most, if not all, of its motor functions."

"How many control hubs are there?" D.Va asks.

"Three. The first one should be, uh --" You're about to call up your helmet's HUD, or ask Athena, when you realize you don't have access to either one. Geez. You were really getting used to having her in your ear feeding you all the information you needed. Fortunately you're not so reliant on technology that you can't remember the basic layout of the Titan map. That is -- you're pretty sure you can remember. "This way," you say to D.Va, hoping you're right, and lead on.

You head down a dark hallway, lit only by your wrist-mounted flashlight. The air is rank with the smell of seawater from the Titan spending so much time in the Oceanic depths, and you pass by the occasional cluster of barnacles or dead fish. You don't get far before a cluster of blue lights appears ahead of you in the shadows, moving in sets of three. You recognize these little bastards after the trouble they gave you in the Kurjikstan Titan. "Defense drones," you say, raising an arm to stop D.Va's advance. "Stay behind me."

>(Sword) Charge the drones with your blade.
>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.
>(Shield) Use the EM shield to protect D.Va while she shoots.
>(Boots) Find another way around.

>>1999754
>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

>>1999754
>>(Shield) Use the EM shield to protect D.Va while she shoots.
Secure the waifu's laifu

>>1999754
>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

>>1999754
>>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.
She's the tank. It's her job to defend us.

>>1999754
>>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

>>1999754
>>(Shield) Use the EM shield to protect D.Va while she shoots.

>>1999754
>>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

>>1999779
She’s out of her mech
>(Shield) Use the EM shield to protect D.Va while she shoots.

>>1999754
How good of aim does D.Va have? The support main in me wants to put up the shield, but that'll be useless if she can't aim. Her mech doesn't exactly need tons of accuracy, after all.
Anyway, uh... I'll try and line up the pros and cons of each. I dunno why. Probably to procrastinate more on my homework.
>(Sword) Charge the drones with your blade.
Although this option would probably be most in line with the dumbass Seeker can be sometimes, it also would probably not be the greatest idea, especially because we have D.Va to worry about. Also, it probably wouldn't take them all down at once.
>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.
Definitely the most devastating option, and as appealing as taking everything down at once would be, we need to keep some things in mind. First off, it's a charged blast, meaning it'll take some time to charge. If I had a buck for every time I was playing Doomfist and got killed while charging up a punch, I'd be rich. Second off, we don't know what the electricity would do. At best, it'd just deal with the drones. At worst, it'd somehow shock us.
>(Shield) Use the EM shield to protect D.Va while she shoots.
This very much depends on D.Va's aim. If it's at least halfway decent, then this would probably be one of the better options. If she sucks at shooting (keep in mind her mech doesn't require much accuracy to operate), then we're fucked. Kind of a wild card here.
>(Boots) Find another way around.
As much fun as parkouring is, we might not be able to take D.Va with us, and we won't be able to bully her later if she dies here. Or anywhere on this mech.
Anyway, my final pick is
>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.
Maybe see if we can get D.Va to cover us while it's charging, if that's a thing.

>>1999827
Her pistol is very accurate, next to no spread at all.

>>1999844
Yes, but can she aim? If it's really accurate but she can't aim, we're fucked if we expect her to take care of them.

>>1999853
I think all of the characters are assumed to be at least competent at what they do.

>>1999874
Presumably D.Va hasn't spent a lot of time fighting outside of her mech.

>>1999882
She's a professional soldier, she should at least be able to shoot straight.

>>1999754
>>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

>>1999882
Doubtful as self destructing her mech is as much as a weapon as the Mech’s cannon

>>1999893
Yeah, true. That part of her backstory is usually not touched on. Still think thundering them all down is the best option. Either that or the shield.
>>1999902
Yeah, forgot about that. Not really sure how much that's gonna tie into the quest, but you're right.

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>(Gun: Thunderbolt) Take them all down at once with a charged blast.

Roll!

>>1999945
dice+1d10
I feel like I fucked up

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1999945
Ten!

Rolled 4 (1d10)

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Rolled 40 (1d100)

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Rolled 5 (1d10)

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>>1999956
welp I don't know how to do shit.
kill me now please.
hopefully my bad luck didn't affect the rest of yo

>>1999957
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>>1999963

7-4-5, not too shabby at all. Writing.

>>1999969
Options field. Chill, anon, it'll be aight.

>>1999979
thanks I was beginning to panic

>>1999973
I think that means we didn't fuck up, but we didn't do awesome either. Right? Either way I'm just glad we didn't fuck up.

>>1999754

"Cover your ears," you warn D.Va as you draw your heavy pistol. Thumbing the button rigged to Winston's Tesla Core, the gun begins to charge up. It vibrates in your hand as the charge intensifies, a tiny storm of energy building up within the Core's sphere. When you release the button, the storm unleashes itself, a blue-violet arc of lightning erupting from the barrel of the gun with a thunderclap. The arc leaps from drone to drone, frying each one in turn, and they clatter to the ground, reduced to inert hunks of metal.

"Not bad," D.Va says. "Where'd you get that kind of hardware?"

"Long story," you say. "Short version is that it's a present from a scientist who's a friend of mine."

You make your way past the destroyed drones and attempt again to contact the other team. "Mercy? Winston? Can you hear me?"

Mercy's voice comes through, but badly broken up by interference. "Seeker -- inside, but -- trying -- attacked --" A squeal of jamming interrupts the transmission. Damn. So much for coordinating the two teams. You did tell them, earlier, that your plan was to assault the Titan's control systems from the inside. You'll just have to do your best and hope that Mercy, Winston and Hanzo are able to pursue the objectives on their own -- or at least keep themselves safe.

After a few minutes of exploring the Titan's labyrinthine interior, many of the halls and passageways twisted out of their former alignments, you discover the control hub that Torbjorn told you about. A cramped room filled with dense birds-nests of wires and linked processors, dimly lit by infrared emergency lighting, the multicolored indicator lights of the computer banks, and your flashlight.

A flick of your wrist reconfigures your weapon into sword mode. "Okay, now THAT is cool," D.Va admits, impressed despite herself. You grin at her, then approach the computers. You dispatch the shielding with a quick slash, then carve away at the electronic guts inside. Jolts of elctricity course through the blade, but your glove protects you from the worst of it. You move along, slashing through more computers. D.Va fires her lightgun into the holes you rip open, adding an explosive emphasis.

The indicator lights in the rest of the room flicker on and off, struggling to maintain themselves. Every gun mounted on the Titan is silenced for a moment, an eerie interval of silence absent the thuds of cannons or the ripping noises of machine guns. The floor slides and tilts for a moment, then rights itself. The guns resume, absent the bass notes.

"The AA guns are down," D.Va says, listening. "Wow. Maybe you actually do know what you're doing."

>I've had some practice. Fight one giant robot, you've fought them all, really.
>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.
>(Smug) Watch and learn, kiddo.
>*Pat her on the head*
>Write-in.

>>2000144
>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.

>>2000144
>>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.

>>2000144
>>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.

>>2000144
>>*Pat her on the head*
Routelock NOW

>>2000144
>Yeah well with my luck shit will hit the fan soon enough

>>2000144
I leave for five seconds and-
Anyway.
>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.
Let's be humble. No point in giving her anything to connect us to the online troll she loathes. (Yet.)
Then add
>>2000175
>Yeah well with my luck shit will hit the fan soon enough.
We should at least try and be honest. Maybe. Girls like it when you're honest.

>>2000171
As amusing as this is, probably not the best idea to piss off our (currently) only ally.

>>2000144
>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.
>But with my luck shit will hit the fan soon enough

>>2000205
I like this

>>2000144
>>2000205
Yeah I know my vote isn't all that different but I'm changing it to this just because. (Although now that I think about it, we might be jinxing it.)

>>2000144
i'll vote this >>2000205

>>2000144
>>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.
Switching to this

>>2000205
This!

>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.
>But with my luck shit will hit the fan soon enough

Writing.

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>>2000325
Yeah guys, that'll inspire so much confidence in DVA. Good job, Seeker's really shaping up to be an inspiring leader.

>>2000348
>Seeker
>Inspiring leader

>>2000348
>Thinking seeker is inspiring

>>2000352
>>2000354
>missing sarcasm that obvious

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>>2000356
You stupid motherfucker, they were mocking you for thinking that Seeker should be inspiring in the first place.

>>2000352
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>>2000365
>miss one thread
>see this
Sometimes I'm glad people only read this quest from Raven

>>2000365
He....should? He's kind of the big boy leader of OW in a way right now, y'know?
Or are you the stupid motherfucker?

>>2000398
You inspire with actions, not words.

>>2000408
You inspire with both, dumbass!

>>2000415
that wasn't very inspiring.

>>2000365
>he thinks the leader of Overwatch, international symbol of hope, shouldn't be inspiring
>he thinks I'm a stupid motherfucker

>>2000408
You use both. Even the most courageous, heroic, valiant warrior can lower morale if he's constantly sperging about how everything is just about to go to shit.

>>2000418
What seeker should be and what seeker is are two different things.
While the head of Overwatch should be inspiring, there has been a lot of not very inspiring bumbling about that has been happening.

>>2000417
First, not that much of an argument
Second, all the options in this quest won't be inspiring 100% of the time bruv

>2000427
Which is something we (and he) should be trying to change, rather than devolving into a spiral of 'we're gonna fail it's gonna go wrong we're all gonna die soon'

>>2000427
remember when he got tracer shot?
good times

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>Tfw I stopped reading the quest and forgot why, just read archives where I left it and found again the dick pic portion

It's like I re-lived it for the first time, I guess this is how alzheimer-wielders feel.

>>2000449
Remember when we reject the fate point because paranoia?
Good times

>>2000474
Remember when we cyberbullied a teenage war hero?
Good Times

>>2000486
wait...when was tha...ohhh. that was a good one.

>>2000474
Fate points a shit, anyway

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>>2000144

"I can't take the credit," you say, feeling like you should be humble. "I've got friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them." A weary sigh escapes you. "But with my luck, shit will hit the fan soon enough. So, you know. Be ready for shit and fans."

"Thanks for the pep talk," D.Va says sarcastically. "You realize you're supposed to be selling me on this idea that you know what you're doing, and you're not leading me to some horrible death in the bowels of this robot, right?"

"Well, uh--"

"That, and your friends might be great, but they aren't here right now, right? They're somewhere up top. Do you want me to feel like I can rely on you, or should I just hope that the real heroes show up?" She makes an exaggerated shrug.

"I just thought, you know -- honesty is the best policy?"

D.Va rolls her eyes. "Pro tip, Mister Seeker. Girls and soldiers both like confidence." She pushes her way past you.

You never know who's going to talk when you open your mouth. The cocky hotshot thief who seduced Fareeha Amari, or the scared kid who can't stand up for himself and never learned any social skills. It seems like if either one of them takes charge for too long, everything turns to shit.

Hurrying after D.Va, you find her stopped at a field gate, a nearly-transparent force field shimmering in place. "I'm guessing if I touch this, it won't go well," she says. "Got any tricks?"

You used your codespike to get through the door outside, so you can't just brute-force your way through here. But this doesn't look too complicated compared to some of the stuff you've seen inside Vishkar or Lumerico facilities. You use your wrist-knife to lever open a panel nearby and have a scan of the processors inside. You hit the right one with a shock, and the field gate flickers and disappears. You and D.Va move through.

When you encounter the second control hub, it's protected by a similar force gate. You're about to take a crack at it when another set of defense drones arrives with a menacing whine from the same hallway you just came down, boxing you in.

"Don't worry," D.Va says with a brash confidence, brandishing her lightgun. "You take care of that door. I got this!" She turns for a moment and winks at you. "See? Like that."

Grumbling, irritated at being chastised by a teenage girl, you nonetheless apply yourself to disabling the force gate.

>Roll!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2000522

Rolled 1 (1d10)

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Rolled 4 (1d10)

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Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2000522

damn, d.va has an ass.

>>2000501
You were saying anon?

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Is this murphy's law in effect?

>>2000564
Dice support the personality anons gave.

>>2000557
>oh no we failed now we need fate points because failing is wrong and bad
Suck it up

>>2000564
It's kinda a staple of overwatch quest to get shit rolls as critical moments.

>>2000449
Tracer got herself shot btw

>>2000585
To be fair, she was relying to much on her rewind ability. She should try not getting shot in the first place, not just rely on being able to no sell it later.

>>2000585
Yeah, she should've instantly known that they had a weapon to counter the ability that had always worked for her in the past. So incompetent.

>>2000620
Well she did. Turns out it’s a Zarya type laser canon and the Helix guys aim very well

Honestly, it'd be pretty great if we ended up sucking in front of D.VA so much she thought Seeker was a total loser. It'd be the perfect cover for our trolling.

>>2000144
Sort of a downplayed take on
>I've had some practice. Fight one giant robot, you've fought them all, really.
and then humble it up with
>I've got some friends helping me out. Wouldn't get far without them.

>>2000809
Aw fuck, just my luck to post this well after the prompt is done with,

>>2000522

D.Va crouches behind a bulkhead, holding off the defense drones with a barrage of green energy from her lightgun. "Really wish my MEKA could fit inside here!"

You lever open the access panel and scan the processors inside, desperately trying to find the right one, trying to ignore the gunfire behind you. You glance through the field into the control hub to see a non-combat repair drone squatting inside, looking like a metallic lobster, watching you with its sensors on stalks. "Don't judge me, drone," you tell it.

A laser shot from the drones sizzles into the wall just a few feet from your un-helmeted head. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and try to work faster.

You disconnect the right quantum coupling, and the field fizzles and dissipates. "All right, we're in," you say to D.Va, stepping through the empty doorway. She hustles after you --

-- and smacks right into the force field, as it re-shapes itself. She presses her hands against it, trying to push her way through, then pounds it with her fists. "Seeker!" she shouts urgently, fear in her eyes.

"I --" You look frantically for an access panel, for anything that might let you disable the force gate. Nothing. You take out your sword and ram it through the wall, destroying the gate processors.

The field still stands. It's only a shimmer, barely visible. But right now it's an impenetrable wall between you and D.Va.

"It's not my fault," you protest. "It was the same system as the door we just passed through, it used the exact same system -- unless --" You wheel to look down at the innocent-looking repair drone. "You little bastard! You fucking adapted, didn't you?" You draw your gun and blast the drone to pieces, then go back to the door. D.Va is defending herself against the Titan's immune system of drones. "D.Va. The fucking Titan is adapting. It must have altered this force gate after we broke through the previous one."

"Hold on," she says, sighting. She blasts another defense drone to smithereens. "What should we do?"

"Not sure I can do anything from this side," you say, hating yourself for the truth of it. "Just sit tight. I'll destroy the hub, and if it doesn't disable the door, I'll find another route and meet up with you as fast as I can."

"What?!" D.Va is taken aback. "Y-you're going to leave me here in this place? Alone?"

"D.Va, listen to me," you say fiercely, thinking about what she said earlier. About being someone she can rely on. You fix your gaze on hers, trying to figure out how to transfer some measure of confidence with just your eyes. "I'll find you. Until then, you can handle these piece of shit drones. You're going to be okay. We're going to meet up again, and together we're going to find these control hubs, destroy them, and save your city from this goddamn Titan."

(Continued)

>>2000877

D.Va tries a shaky smile. "See, that's what a soldier wants to hear. Confidence, even if it's a lie." She turns her back and takes up a combat stance, lightgun at the ready. "All right, Mister Seeker. I'll hold my ground. But you better fucking find me."

"I will."

It's only the work of half a minute to slice and dice your way through the control hub. It doesn't disable the door's backup systems, though. That bastard must have rebuilt his gates specifically to fuck you over. You had heard stories about the adaptive Titan, but you didn't realize just what you were dealing with here. What other surprises will this place have in store for you?

You finish your task and look out through the field at D.Va, just as a moment arrives where she's finished off the latest wave of defense drones and she looks back to check on your progress. A wordless understanding passes between you. She grips her gun tightly and gives you a firm nod. You nod back, and head out the room through the opposite door, which still has a control panel you can access from in here.

You can hear explosions coming from the upper half of the Titan. Interior explosions. Whatever's happening with the other team, it's making some serious noise. You were just telling D.Va you'd find her, but -- shouldn't you make helping your teammates a priority? Isn't that what a leader does? Put his pack first?

On the other hand, they've got Winston's shield and Mercy's healing. Whatever they run into up there, maybe they can handle it. D.Va's only got a lightgun -- and you.

Of course, you could ignore them both and try to disable the third control hub on your own. Stop the Titan altogether. That might be the fastest, and most efficient, way to help everyone at once.

>Find D.Va.
>Find the team.
>Find the control hub.

>>2000902
>Find the control hub.

>>2000916
>Find the control hub
Sooner we shut down this whole shit the better for all of us

>>2000902
As much as I want to find the team we did say we would find D.Va so I'm going with this.
>>Find D.Va.

>>2000902
>Find the control hub.

>>2000902
>Find the control hub.

>>2000902
>>Find the control hub.

>>2000902

>>2000902
>Find D.Va.

>>2000902
>>Find the control hub.

>>2000902

>Find D.Va.

>>2000902
>Find the control hub.

>>2000902
>>Find D.Va.

There's no way to know how long finding the third hub will take, and pretty much every single time we've split the party into individuals it's gone horribly. Regroup then move on the last one.

>>2000902
>Find the control hub.
shes not going to die, you wimps

>>2000947
>>2000938
>>2000934
>>2000928
>>2000923
>>2000916
So you guys want to go for the most dangerous option and we'll have no backup? We should find some one first.

>>2000902
>>Find D.Va.

>>2000956

I honestly don't care

I just want out of this damn Titan

>>2000877
>Find D.Va.

>>2000902
>>Find D.Va.

>>2000956
The hub will shut down all the defences.
Now, while that means the titan is now an easy target, it might mean that the inner defences go first, and we can quickly group and gtfo.

>>2000902
>>Find D.Va.

>>2000962
But anon we just got here

>>2000988
I don't care if it's lovely in the spring, the work environment is hostile and the neighbors leave a lot to be desired

>>2000902
>Find D.Va.

>>2000993
Well we shouldn’t join OW then if that’s the case

>>2000902
>Find D.Va

>>2000924
>>2000942
>>2000949
>>2000952
>>2000960
>>2000966
>>2000978
>>2000985
>>2001000
>>2001007

>Find D.Va.

Writing.

>>2000993
But have you considered how great the school system is?

>>2001041
Probably not verry good, mostly due to the lack of kids to actually go to school in this titan.

>>2001041

Eh, my kids don't do well in a public school common core environment, they do better in private schools that are more flexible in their education.

>>2001045
Yeah but who could afford private school in this economy? I want what's best for the kids as much as you but we have to be realistic here.

>>2001117
SAM I KNOW WE'RE TIGHT ON CASH BUT DAMN IT, ALEXANDER WANTS TO GO TO YALE! NOTHING BUT THE BEST FOR HIM AND LAURA!

>>2001143
Yeah, but what about the electrical grid? I hear it goes down every year. What if we're watching the Seeker Bowl on sunday and it goes down?

Find hanzo-use hit scan-find dva- use hitscan to map route to 3rd Crux thing, use Winston's gun to fry the piss out of all of it.

Rolled 8, 1 = 9 (2d20)

>>2001292

>>2000902


The team can take care of themselves, you decide. With Winston's shield, Mercy's healing, and Hanzo's perception, they'll be able to defend themselves from just about anything the Titan's interior can throw at them. You'd wager that's where most of the defense drones are right now -- up top, throwing themselves at Winston's barrier.

Without someone like Tracer, though, they'll have a hard time getting to the third control hub and taking it down in a timely manner. Maybe you should make that your priority instead. Yeah, you tell yourself, heading down the corridor that you think leads to the control hub. The best way to help everyone is to stop the Titan, right?

D.Va can surely handle herself while you disable the third control hub. It can't take you that long, even though you're alone now, and you're not even sure that disabling the third hub will shut down the Titan entirely. She's strong, you tell yourself. She'll be fine. A teenager armed with only a lightgun pistol, without her mech, trapped inside a giant battle robot destroying her home city, wandering through the dark halls without even a flashlight, scared and alone, waiting for the man who dragged her into this situation to come and find her--

You sigh and turn back.

The interior of the Titan is confusing and maze-like, but you're able to track the sounds and light flashes from the ongoing laser battle, until you come across a trio of defense drones firing an energy barrage at a heavily damaged bulkhead. Three quick swipes with your sword dispatch them before they can react to your arrival.

You walk over to the bulkhead and extend your hand. A bruised and singed but otherwise unharmed D.Va takes it, and you help her up to her feet. "Took you long enough," she says, brushing herself off. "If you're expecting me to break down in tears, think again. I'm totally fine. I-I wasn't afraid or anything." She looks away, sulking. You see her hands trembling, which she tries to hide by folding her arms.

Hmm. "All right, no problem. Let's get to the third hub!" You make as though you're about to dash off again.

"Wait!" D.Va clutches at your wrist with both hands. "W-we should stick together, right? We don't want to get separated again, in the dark. That would, um. Delay the mission."

"Sure. You wanna hold my hand?"

"What?!" She lets go immediately, but with a grin you grab one of her hands in yours before she can fully draw it back.

"We don't want to get separated again, right?" you say, and lead her off without waiting for her response. She doesn't resist, just pouts, trailing after you with one hand in yours, the other holding her gun.

Hah. You were right. She totally did want to.

(Continued)

>>2001333

After several force gates, defense drone swarm, and uncomfortable climbs through narrow, long-unusued utility ladder shafts with no ladders, you find yourselves down the hallway from the third control hub. The Titan has recalled most of its defense drones to patrol this area, understanding your angle of attack and likely next target. A force gate protects the door, and you wouldn't be surprised at all if the Titan has adapted and created some new defense to fuck you on your way in. Death lasers or something.

Of course -- and you look down at your gun's 99%-charged Ultimate capacitor -- you could just Magneton Gun the whole damn room and be done with it. That'd be a fast and easy way to blow this control hub to pieces without dealing with drones and force gates and shit knows what else. However, if it turns out this doesn't disable the Titan after all, you wouldn't have it available afterwards, for who knows what would happen.

>Magneton Gun that shit.
>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

>>2001343
>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

>>2001343
>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

If its adapting to us, we want to use our Ult at the most important of moments

>>2001343
>Magneton Gun that shit.

>>2001343
>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

>>2001343
>>Magneton Gun that shit.
Don't hoard that ultimate forever and never use it

>>2001343
>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.
Use it against the bots attacking the rest of the team

>>2001343
>>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

>>2001343
>Magneton Gun that shit.

>>2001343
>Do it the hard way

>>2001347
>>2001348
>>2001354
>>2001363
>>2001369
This is obviously a strongpoint, and whether this disables the whole thing or not, after this we'll probably be regrouping with the rest of the team and either leaving or looking for the final thing. Either way we'll have team support. We should use it and stop being misers.

>>2001347
>>2001348
>>2001354
>>2001363
>>2001369
>>2001390

>Do it the hard way. Keep your Ultimate in reserve for any bad surprises.

Writing.

>>2001429
saving it for that drone swarm, really.

>>2001343

Your helmet's filtration systems have finally finished, so you pull it back up over your head and scan the area in front of you. This is much easier than just using your eyes, you think, as your HUD highlights and puts neat little boxes around the force gate and each defense drone it spots.

You're tempted to use the Magneton Gun here, but in the end decide against it. Too many times in this line of work you've thought you were done, only to be confronted by some nasty surprise hidden until now. "We've got this King's Row mission wrapped up," you remember thinking right before the Junkers appeared. So you hold onto your ace card for now.

This is going to be tough, though, and you admit as much to D.Va. "I'll need you to cover me from those defense drones as best you can, while I get the force gate open," you say to her. "It'll take longer because I'll have to search for any nasty tricks. We got off easy with the last one, to be honest. It easily could've reactivated when I was partway through and sliced me in half. After that ..."

"After that, what?"

"I'm not sure. I have the feeling the Titan has another surprise in store for us." You stare at the third control hub behind its force gate, trying to somehow perceive the trap that awaits you. But nothing reveals itself to you. You show D.Va a shrug emote on your helmet. "I'll just have to improvise."

"Will you be all right?" asks D.Va.

You change the emote to a big smile. "I'll be fine. I've done this sort of thing plenty of times before." It was usually inside Golden Age labs or corporate lockdown facilities after extensive prep, not flying by the seat of your pants while inside a giant battle-robot that actively adapts itself to your tactics, but you don't mention that.

You take a deep breath, ready your weapon, and move forward, trusting D.Va to have your back and yourself to come up with some crazy plan at the last moment. You always have.

So far.

>Sort these in order of priority and roll! First three rolls count, everyone's vote counts.

>Protect yourself.
>Protect D.Va.
>Get inside the third control hub.

>>2001513
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.
>Protect D.Va.

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect D.Va.
>Protect yourself.

>>2001547
>>Get inside the third control hub.
>>Protect D.Va.
>>Protect yourself.

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>2001547
>>Protect D.Va.
>>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect D.Va.
>Protect yourself.
Roll now?

>>2001547
>>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.
>Protect D.Va.

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect D.Va.
>Protect yourself.

>>2001547
>>Get inside the third control hub.
>>Protect yourself.
>>Protect D.Va.

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub
>Protect D.Va
>Protect yourself

we're effectively an anime protag. Protecting self is WAY down the list of priorities.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.
>Protect D.Va.

Goddamn forgetting how to roll

>>2001559
GODDAMNIT
WHY DID YOU WASTE THE FUGGIN 10?

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2001557
forgot to roll

>>2001547
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect D.Va.
>Protect yourself.

>>2001569
>making a good impression on a potential recruit who will massively improve our good PR if she likes us
>'waste of a ten'

>>2001559
OH Man a fuggin 10

>>2001576

she aint Zarya

>>2001566
But, if we rescue her, while she is in danger, she will like us more, and we will get morechances of bullying her.

>>2001547
>Protect D.Va.
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.

>>2001583
She's basically South Korean Zarya and more. She had a movie. And maybe a singing career.

>>2001547
>Protect D.Va.
>Get inside the third control hub.
>Protect yourself.

>>2001593
fine, you win.

I like how we passively bully her like that handholding

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I gotta call it for the night anons, but I'll be back tomorrow to continue this thread. Thanks for playing Overwatch Quest.

>>2001602
>>2001602
night Ravens

Yer the king

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Man this Titan needs to up its game the last one nearly killed torbjorn after ten years of inactivity, and he helped build the damn thing, this one has barely almost killed us once

>>2003820
yes please jinx us

Nothing can possibly go wrong, here close to the end.

>>2003995
Need I remind you of the op where we nearly got Tracer and ourselves killed because we thought we could say hi to Pharah? That was at the very end. That was after it was over, technically.
Kinda wish I shared your optimism though

He challenged me I had to, also all of the drone would go towards the known overwatchmen( Winston, Mercy) not two annoyances

>>2004027
I think hes using the sarcasm

And retroactive reasoning to justify my actions.
For the record we are definitely going to sit out the next mission.

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>>2001547

You keep your cool and stay focused while disabling the force gate systems. Taking the time to search for any unpleasant surprises the repair drones have buried in here pays off. There's more than one in here, even an improvised trap that might've shocked you to death if you'd scanned it the wrong way. This bastard's whole "adaptation" thing is getting on your nerves.

Although your back is turned while you work, you can see the flashes of green and blue light as D.Va exchanges fire with the defense drones. You keep your mind on the work and trust in her to keep you safe, and it pays off when you finish a swift but thorough disabling of the door systems without getting either shot or distracted.

The shimmer of the force gate disappears. With gun in hand you step inside the control hub, surrounded by wires and computer racks, ready for anything. Some instinct draws your eyes to the ceiling just before your HUD alerts you of an incoming power spike. Thin red beams of burning light fire from cunningly disguised laser emplacements, forming a scorching spiderweb that begins horizontal but immediately starts to fan downwards, the angles descending from the ceiling towards you.

"Death lasers. I totally called this," you say as you aim and fire, switching targets rapidly, taking out several of the laser emplacements in quick succession. The scorching beams swing close, but you throw yourself forward and, leaning back and skidding on your knees in a powerslide a 20th-century rock star would be proud of, slide underneath the red lasers. Still sliding, you blast the few remaining lasers, and the last of the beams fizzles out.

"Seekeerrr!!" You twist around to see D.Va running full tilt down the hallway towards you. A half-dozen defense drones are in hot pursuit. You get to your feet and, as D.Va barrels into you, catch her with your left arm, raise the gun in your right hand, and start charging the Thunderbolt. D.Va claps her hands to her ears. You release the lightning blast, frying several of the drones as the current arcs through them. Two remain, and the gun is bucking in your hand as it cools down and vents violet-hued gas, but green fire lances out as D.Va blasts the final drones herself.

The two of you stand there together for a moment, breathing heavily, regaining your composure as the adrenaline dies down. Vented smoke drifts from your weapons. The wrecks of the defense drones are scattered throughout the hallway and at your feet. Your left arm is still snug around D.Va's waist, while her free hand is pressed against your chest: facts you both realize at the same time. You at least have a helmet to hide the redness on your face. She doesn't.

"Thanks," says D.Va with a wink and a smile. She adds, "You can let go of me now."

"Right," you say, and do.

"Th-that was really," D.Va starts to say. Then she stops and clears her throat. "I mean, that was all right. I guess." She shrugs, affecting disdain.

>Brag
>Humblebrag
>Flirt
>Bully

>>2004155
>>Bully

Like there was any other choice.

>>2004155
>Flirt
>Bully
A mix of the two, please.

>>2004155
Flirt

>>2004155
>Brag
Too soon for that also not the time nor the place

>>2004155
>>Bully
There is no other acceptable option.

>>2004155
>Bully

>>2004155
>Bully
And so it begins

>>2004155
>Humblebrag

>>2004155
>Flirt
must bully tease

>>2004155
>Flirt

>>2004155
>Flirt
>Bully

>>2004155
B U L L Y B U L L Y

>>2004155
>>Flirt

>>2004155
Flirt and bully!

>>2004155
>>Bully

>>2004155
>>Flirt
>>Bully

>>2004155
>>Humblebrag
guys, now is not the time to bully.
Bully should take place after she signs up, so she can't run away.

>>2004155
>Flirt
>Bully

Like there was any other choice

>>2004174
On second thought, switching from bully to
>Flirt

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Flirt bully it is. Writing.

What is Flirt Bully? Is that like tickle kicking a dick?

>>2004335
>tickle kicking a dick
What life have you been living?

>>2004393
A life of constant fear.

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>>2004335
I dunno how to explain this to a possible adult. So I won't.

>>2004335
probably some light flirting that is then punctuated by bullying, therefore making the previous flirting seem like a setup.

>>2004443
More like a fun mixture of both. You can poke fun at someone while also pointing out their attractiveness.

>>2004459
So Negging?

>>2004470
Nah, that's some weird pseudo manipulation bullshit. We're just poking fun while also flirting. Have people forgotten how to be fun? I thought Seeker was fun?

>>2004481
I thought the fun was bullying D.Va?

>>2004155

"You weren't so bad yourself," you say. "I mean, right up until you ran into my arms screaming my name."

She looks flustered as she brushes herself off. "M-my position was overwhelmed! I -- that is -- I had to--"

"Relax," you say, laughing. "You did good, kid. Just messing with you."

"Who are you calling a kid?!" she shouts, stamping her little foot. "Y-you can't be that much older than me!"

"No, I'm still young and handsome." Chuckling, you turn back to the task at hand, switching to sword form and carving your way through the control hub. "Is that what you were going to say earlier? Handsome? Or was it cute?"

She turns bright red. "Don't go getting ahead of yourself, mister! Just because you're some hotshot who looks cool and fights giant robots and slides under laser beams and -- and --" She struggles to find a rejoinder, finally settling on, "I'm a movie star, okay?"

"You do admit I looked cool, though."

"Hrmph!" D.Va folds her arms and tosses her hair as she turns away from you.

You slash up the last of the computer racks and put your weapon away. The last of the exterior guns falls silent. "That should do it," you say, waiting for the Titan's locomotion to slow to a halt, for its indomitable motion forward to stop.

It doesn't.

"What the hell?" D.Va asks, realizing the same thing. "I thought you said that once we destroyed three control hubs, the Titan would shut off!"

"I did say that," you admit, thinking rapidly. "That's what Torbjorn told me. Unless--"

"Unless what?"

"Unless it adapted," you say, snapping your fingers. "The bastard built himself a fourth control hub. We need to--"

You're cut off by a terrible crashing sound. The floor quakes. The far wall is torn apart and disappears ...

(Continued)

>>2004500
Ooh. Boss battle!

>>2004500


The inside of the robot is ripping itself apart. Something is shoving its way into the room, something made of a different metal than the Titan's interior. You grab at D.Va's hand, but the floor splits apart and tilts, taking her away from you. A chasm yawns between you. She loses her footing and starts to fall, but just in time grabs on to the intruding object. It closes around her, pinning her inside. D.Va kicks and fights to free herself, to no avail. The huge object trapping her begins to withdraw, and as it passes by, you finally understand what you're looking at.

Out of weapons to fight against the intruders inside, desperate to stop the last control hub from being destroyed, the Titan plunged its giant hand into its guts to get at you.

You stare out through the huge hole the Titan tore open inside itself, at the smouldering ruins of the city below, at the Titan's arm slowly swinging away, at the struggling pilot trapped in its huge fist. "Seeker!" You can just barely hear D.Va's desperate cry over the wind and chaos.

You look down the Titan's arm, wondering what the hell you're going to do -- and you see it. A path. If you jumped right there, and grabbed onto that, and ran across that blank panel there, along the side of the Titan's arm --

You could get to her. Maybe.

Leaning forward, you look down at the vast drop to the ground. You'll need to use all the charge on your boots to try and make this run. But they'll recharge before you hit the ground and splatter. Possibly.

No time to think. The arm will be too far away in a moment. You look at the route you saw, memorizing it. All the way at the end of the Titan's arm is the small form of D.Va, who might be seconds away from being crushed in the Titan's fist.

This is what you wanted when you signed up to be a hero, right? Defying impossible odds to rescue people? Seems like a silly idea right now.

You brace yourself to leap out into the emptiness.

>Roll!

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2004516
Check my ten!

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>2004516

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2004516
DED

>>2004519
Yeah, I'm just gonna' stop rolling unless necessary.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>2004516
GODS OF STEEL!!!!

>>2004522
Hey if you kill the chink, I'm happy. One less waifu to worry about.

>>2004523
Thank god your late

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>>2004516
gif related
>>2004518
>>2004519
>>2004521
Good job
>>2004523
good thing you were fourth

We should totally act like Duke Nukem with D.Va.

>>2004516

Just don't look down, you tell yourself, and leap into the air, trying not to think about the vast empty space under your feet. You've done this a hundred times, right? No problem. Your jacket streams behind you, the wind whistles past your helmet. You keep your eyes fixed on your target, a certain connector cable, and definitely don't look at the city streets far below.

At the right moment, you reach out and snag the cable with one hand, then swing yourself up to grab a strut with the other, pull yourself up to stand on it, and launch yourself at the flat metal panel ahead of you. Your M-Tech boots provide just enough adhesion to the wall to make it to a set of handholds, an assembly of machinery. The hot pipes almost burn your hands, but your gloves protect you for just long enough. In this way, making swift but precarious progress, you cross the Titan's arm to reach its hand.

D.Va is in an awkward position, unable to get free on her own, but has wedged some kind of metal bar, a structural strut from the Titan's interior perhaps, in between one of the Titan's fingers and its palm, preventing the hand from making a full fist. On one side of her, the Titan's other fingers are clamped shut with a strength you've seen crush cars with ease. On her other side yawns the vast drop to the city below. She has a safe zone of with a width of about three feet to balance herself.

Even as you land on the hand itself, the bar keeping D.Va safe begins to bend in the middle. She pushes down on it with all her strength, trying to keep it in place.

"D.Va!" you shout, kneeling and extending your hand. She turns her head, clearly shocked at your presence, but nonetheless reaches out and grabs on. You haul her out of there just before the bar collapses and the fist smashes shut.

You've saved her for the moment, but you're not done yet. The Titan's arm begins to move again. Holding onto D.Va's shoulders, your jacket blowing past you to cover her as well, you keep both of you steady with what charge you have left in your boots and wonder just what the hell you're going to do now.

You didn't really think this through, huh, Seeker? You've got D.Va now, but you're still on the goddamn Titan. Great job.

"I don't suppose that mech of yours has a remote?" you shout at her over the heavy winds. She shakes her head. You start to decide between trying to get back along the Titan's arm with D.Va in tow, or if you should ditch and hope for the best.

Before either becomes necessary, however, the arm below you slows, and comes to a halt. The sound of gigantic footfalls ends. You look back to see that the Titan has finally stopped.

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>>2004652


The team must have found the fourth hub, you realize. They've done it. They finished off the Titan's final control systems. The intelligence behind it is still in there, but it doesn't have access to its own systems. It can't control enough of its own body anymore to shoot or move.

A grim fate, but perhaps not an unjust one for the mind behind this senseless destruction.

You hear D.Va sniff, and look down at the girl in your arms. "You came for me," she says, looking up at you with tears in her eyes. She blinks hard and tries to shake them off. "Sorry, i-it's the wind." She wipes her eyes, then looks around, taking in the Titan's arm, then back at you. "How did you get across--?"

"I told you," you say. "I've done this before."

You won, you realize. You beat another Titan. An even stronger one this time.

"Congratulations, Seeker," Athena says in your ear. Her logo has reappeared on your HUD now that the Titan's jamming field is disabled.

You did it.

It's over.

"Thanks, Athena," you say, hearing the relief in your own voice. "How the team?"

"I am contacting the other agents," Athena says. "Mercy reports that Winston is wounded but stable. I have informed Tracer of your present situation, and she will pick you up in the Orca shortly. "Sit tight," she has asked me to tell you."

"Will do, Athena," you say. No reason to try to hazardous journey back to the main body of the Titan with D.Va now. You can wait here for Tracer. "Tell them I'm fine, even if it is a bit windy up here."

"I will inform--"

"Hello?" you ask. Athena cut off abruptly there. You tap on your helmet, wondering if something is wrong with your comm system.

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>>2004655


Your HUD flickers. It fizzles on and off, like a light bulb with a bad connection. And then the interior of your helmet goes black. Not the dull grey, its real color when all the screens are turned off.

Black.

And then --

A vast red shape rushing out of the darkness, red circuits growing like vines --

ỲO̡͟U̴
́͞A͝R̛̀̕E͟͝
̸͡F͟͟͟OǪL͟S̢
̀͞M̵E̢̕͝AT̢͘
D͡I͢S̢G̡Ú̀͟S̵͠T̕Ś̴
̧I̧͢T̵͘͟ ͝IS͜
͜D͟ÌS̕͝Ę̧ASÉ͞
̶͘T̶͘O B̴̛̛E̵͝
̴͟P͠U̡͡RG̡E̛̕D̛
S͞Ơ̕͟ÒN
̸̀͠Y͟O͜U͜͞
̷̧F̛̛͡O̧OL
̶C̵̛͜H̀I͡LD̴͠
S̢͞͝Ó̶̧O̷̷͞Ǹ̵
̵̛YO͜͝Ú̡

You tear your helmet off. "Anubis," you whisper to yourself in between gasps for breath.

Something catches your eye, and you look up. Dark specks highlighted in a searchlight, small black shapes descending from the sky towards the Titan. You wish you had your helmet's zoom to see them up close. You strain your eyes, thinking you recognize that odd shape from somewhere --

Then you remember. Eichenwalde. All the way back at the start of this. Those repair drones that came from nowhere, patching up the derelict Bastions. Restoring them to life, even after so long--

It hits you suddenly what Anubis is planning.

"Oh fuck," you say. "Oh FUCK."

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>>2004662

The Orca pulls up alongside you. McCree is there to greet you by the open cargo door, lit cigar in his mouth as he helps you and D.Va across into the aircraft.

"Well, now," he drawls. "Who might this pretty young lady--"

"Sorry, McCree, no time for introductions," you cut him off. "Anubis has repair drones coming in hot. He's going to repair the fucking TItan and probably take control of it."

McCree's jaw falls slack, the cigar tumbling to the aircraft floor.

You run for the stairs to the cockpit, shouting, "Tracer--!"

>Fly us up there! We'll blast them out of the sky.
>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.
>Write-in.

>>2004675
>>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

One EMP while we're in the air and we'd be toast

>>2004675
>>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

This machine would be a great boon were it to be retaken--we must ensure it is kept safe!

>>2004675
>Fly us up there! We'll blast them out of the sky.

>>2004675
>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

>>2004675
Tracer goes up and starts shooting at them with the front facing cannons
D.Va and McCree shoot out the back at any of them that make it past (of that's possible)
We stay on top and Magneton Gun those that get close

>>2004662
>>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

>>2004680
>One EMP while we're in the air and we'd be toast
Speaking of, what does that weapon we brought do? Would it cause an EMP? It might be worthwile to ise it whipe out the drones.

We could also consider somehow convincing the Koreans to throw everything they've got at the Titan while it's still immobile.

>>2004675
>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

>>2004680
>>2004683
>>2004686
>>2004689
>>2004691

>Get us on top of the Titan! We'll pick them off as they land.

Roll!

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>2004707

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>2004707

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>2004707

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>2004707

>>2004708
>>2004709
>>2004711
Welp, time to kill him again.

>>2004712
You were too slow man

I wonder if someone had a camera to capture that shit. It's straight out of a movie, after all.

>>2004675

The Titan is so huge it has a still-functional landing pad on top of its shoulder. The Orca descends rapidly, its landing gear shaking under the impact. The hatch opens, and you, McCree and D.Va step out. Finished the landing sequence, Tracer blinks from the pilot's chair to join the group. The four of you step out onto the "roof" of the Titan.

You are surrounded by the smouldering ruins of small machine gun turrets, clearly designed to prevent against surface incursions like this one. Several of them have arrows embedded, while others have been scorched beyond functioning by electricity. Winston and the others must have had a hell of a time up here, judging from the amount of shell casings scattered around.

"Goddamn that's a lot of those little bastards," McCree says, looking up at the sky, darkening with falling repair drones. He lights up a new cigar. "Reckon I better take care of this first wave." He grins around the cigar, and resettles his poncho out of the way of his gun hand. The pupil of his left eye glows with a red light. "It's high noon somewhere in the world." He draws his revolver in a lightning-fast motion and fires rapidly, fanning the hammer with his left hand. Six shots, six explosions blossoming in the night sky where once fell Anubis repair drones.

"Second one's on me," you say, wishing you had thought of a cool line like McCree's high noon thing to say when you fired the Magneton Gun. Oh well. You fire it anyway, the kick from your gun almost dislocating your shoulder on the first shot. A straight line of violet energy rips through the air, striking two of the drones in one shot. You kill two more each with the second and third shot, for a total of six explosions.

"Whoo-ee!" McCree says, pleased. "That is quite a gun ya got there, kid."

You look around at the sky. Despite destroying twelve of the drones straight off the bat, more are incoming. Some have already landed. Even as you watch, one scuttles on top of a machine gun turret, its manipulator tentacles rapidly stitching up the wounds inflicted by Winston's tesla gun. Somehow the drone infuses the turret with power, and it starts back up again, swivelling towards your party.

"Get down!" you shout. Everyone finds cover just in time before the ripping sound of the machine gun starts up, bullets slamming into the metal beside you.

More drones are landing. Some are reactivating the anti-personnel defenses, while others are moving straight to the drone access ports and heading down into the interior of the Titan. Whatever Anubis wants, it's down there -- but your team is already hard pressed up here.

>Help fight against the turrets. Keep the team safe.
>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004802
>>Help fight against the turrets. Keep the team safe.

>>2004802
>>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004802
>>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004802
>Help fight against the turrets. Keep the team safe.

>>2004802
>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004802
>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis

>>2004802
>>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004808
Wrong name for this, ignore me.

>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

Either this, or send someone else down and Seeker seems like the best one for the job.

Also if D'va hasn't figured out that we're Overwatch, then we should totally introduce ourselves as the A-team.

>>2004802
>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

>>2004806
>>2004807
>>2004809
>>2004810
>>2004811
>>2004817
>>2004829

>Pursue the drones down into the Titan. Stop Anubis.

Roll!

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>2004835

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2004835

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>2004835

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>>2004839
>>2004838
>>2004837
Whoop

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>2004835

>>2004839
Oh this one is a 1d20
but
>>2004842
is the same number so no big

>>2004843
Oh whoops, didn’t even realize I did that, my mistake

>>2004802

You can't believe that, after all this, you're actually going back inside this fucking thing. You find an access panel that was once welded shut but has since been forcibly ripped off. Winston at work, probably, you think as you descend into the darkness once more.

The repair drones aren't too hard to find with your helmet picking up their radiation signatures in the darkness. They aren't strong without machines to repair and assimilate to fight for them. You walk through the halls, picking them off one by one with your blaster.

"Seeker?" you hear a familiar female voice call out. "Is that you?" Mercy appears from around a nearby corner, followed by Winston and Hanzo. All three of them look battered and bruised but are still walking. They are relieved to find you alive and mostly unharmed.

"Sorry we weren't able to be more help taking down the control hubs," Winston says. He adjusts his glasses. One of the lenses is badly cracked. "We had quite a time of it against those "immune system" defence drones. I think there was, what, thirty in that one wave? Forty?"

"Forty-three that I counted," Hanzo says.

Winston holds up his Tesla cannon, the blue light inside faded to almost nothing. "I've almost drained the charge on this, but it's got a few shots left."

"Good," you say. "Because we're not done yet. Anubis sent his drones, and they're inside the Titan right now."

They're shocked, but quickly agree to disperse and clean up the repair drones as fast as possible. You split up, tracking down the last of the drones, occasionally hearing Winston's Tesla gun or Mercy's blaster as another agent discovers one.

You find the last drone in one of the wrecked control hubs. You expect to find it busily repairing, working on making the Titan functional again. But it's not. Instead it's attached to one of the still-functioning computers, data scrolling past on a nearby screen in red numbers.

You blast the drone, and the code freezes on screen. You look it over, trying to make sense of it.

What did Anubis even want here?

Then it hits you.

"You son of a bitch," you say, realizing the truth. "You didn't even want the Titan. What were you going to do with it? Keep stomping all over Busan? March it back into the ocean and save it for later? No. You had a bigger goal in mind, didn't you? You wanted the adaptive tech for yourself. Whatever self-improvement algorithm the Titan uses to shore up its defenses in real-time. You wanted to give it to your soldiers." The thought of armies of Omnic troops loaded up with adaptive defense technology sends a shudder through your spine.

"Well, go fuck yourself, Anubis," you say, turning away. "Overwatch: Three, You: Zero."

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