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>>1924161
The bullying shall commence at once!

Pharah best girl!

>>1924215
good taste anon

>>1924215
Patrician taste

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>>1924215
>>1924242
>Liking the thot who chose her career in Helix over us
>Liking a corporate thug

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>>1924161


July 29, 2081
9:00 AM GMT
Watchpoint Gibraltar


The first team of candidates for the new Overwatch security force, having arrived early this morning, now stand assembled, talking to each other in low voices. They quiet and straighten up as you and Reinhardt approach. The two of you are out of gear, just dressed in regular clothes printed by the base fabricator, yourself with a thick bandage wrapped around the hand that got chewed up by a robo-dog last night. However, while you look fairly ordinary without the fancy getup, Reinhardt is rather distinctive, so they correctly assume you're an agent as well.

The Overwatch veteran, the man you selected to be the initial leader of the security force, steps forward and salutes. "Good morning, sir. John Durant. Joined the first team in '67, by way of SAS." His voice has traces of a Yorkshire accent. He indicates a young woman with a brown ponytail next to him, and she salutes in turn. "My second, Maxine Larue, formerly of DGSE. As your contact requested, I've brought several others whose discretion can be relied on." He nods towards Reinhardt. "Good to see you again, sir. Glad to see you well."

"The pleasure is mine," Reinhardt says. "Weren't you at the operation in Odessa? A Sergeant at the time, if I recall."

"That was me, sir," Durant says. "It's a truly a pleasure to be back." The two men clasp hands in a manly handshake. You wince, looking at the vice-like grips being deployed against each other, and decide to shake the girl's hand instead.

"Seeker," you say to her.

"Enchanté," she replies, smiling.

"So," Durant says. "Who do we report to around here?"

You realize that, without a clear chain of command, that's actually a good question. "We're kind of informal around here," you admit. "Your primary contact will be, uh--"

>Athena takes care of logistics.
>I'm the one who handles deployments.
>Reinhardt is the veteran around here.

>>1924264
>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

>>1924264
>Reinhardt is the veteran around here.

>>1924264
>Reinhardt is the veteran around here.

>>1924264
>I'm the one who handles deployments.

>>1924264
>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

>>1924264
>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

>Reinhardt is the veteran around here.

>>1924264
Let's lay out the chain of command quickly.
>I'm the one who handles deployments and most decisions on a strategic level.
>Reinhardt is the veteran around here and in charge of tactical decisions when he is in the field, but he can be overruled by myself or Athena.
>Athena also handles logistics, so submit any requests of the nature to her and Bridgette.

>>1924264
>I'm the one who handles deployments.

>>1924264

>>1924264
>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

Might as well be honest.

>I'm the one who handles deployments.
>Reinhardt is the veteran around here.

>>1924278
ayo hol up changing my vote to this

>>1924278
>but he can be overruled by myself or Athena
Why would you tell them that? Makes us look disunited, and I don't really see where we would go to them directly and not through Reinhardt.

>>1924264
>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

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>>I'm the one who handles deployments.

Writing.

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>>1924343

"Your primary contact will be myself." I'm the one who handles deployments. Any questions about logistics, you can direct towards our good friend Athena, but you'll take your marching orders from me." Your heart is beating pretty fast in your chest -- trying to act like an authority figure in front of these veteran soldiers is making you nervous. You glance up and to the side, trying to read Reinhardt's expression, but he doesn't seem to have a problem with what you've said, so you keep going. "The dorms are just past the hangar, on your left. The forge is on the right. Claim yourself a bunk, and get your uniform and gear. We'll have work for you soon."

"Will do, sir," says Durant. "If I may ask, what kind of operations are we looking at? And can you tell us who we can expect to be up against?"

"We've got pretty much equal problems with omnics and humans, so you'll need to be ready for both," you say. "As for what I've got planned ..."

>You'll provide fire support on field missions.
>You'll defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.
>Be ready for anything.

>>1924413
>>Be ready for anything.

>>1924413
>Be ready for anything.

>You'll provide fire support on field missions.

&

>You'll defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.

After all, no need to limit what they'll need to do.

>>1924413
>Be ready for anything.

>>1924413
>>Be ready for anything.

>>1924413
>>Be ready for anything.
but your primary task will be to
>defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.

>>1924413
>Be ready for anything.
But usually
>You'll defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.

>>1924413
>You'll defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.
>But we aren't a large enough outfit yet that we won't possibly consider you for field support in the near future.

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>>1924480

>>Be ready for anything, but your primary task will be to defend the base against direct attacks, and secure it against infiltration.

Writing.

Me! **Hides**

>Raven's back

I have missed you and your wonderful quest

>>1924555
Likewise...

>>1924413


"Your primary task will be keeping this base safe. That means both securing against infiltration, and defending against direct assaults. We've already faced down two of those already, and I expect Talon to send a stealth agent any day now." That is, if they haven't already. You would know if they had. Right? "So yeah, you'll need to maintain security around the base, and have some prepared defensive positions in case of attack.

"That said, there's a chance we'll need your help in the field out there. So really, what I need from you guys is to be ready for anything.

"Once you've got your stuff, head to the training hall is just across from the commissary. Reinhardt here will see just what you're capable of."

The big German cracks the knuckles in his mighty fists. "I have thought of some new tests just recently which I am eager to try."

You say, "All right, uh, that's all. Glad to have you all on board."

Durant salutes. "Understood, sir." He turns to his team and barks orders, and they head off to the dormitory to pick their bunks, talking and laughing. They seem to be fairly relaxed about the whole situation of working for a vigilante paramilitary squad. Probably a step up from their usual employers.

When the soldiers arrive at the Forge to get their weapons from Torbjorn, and the uniforms you had the fabricator spit out the other day, they'll find:

Uniform:
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Whatever they want. This isn't an army.
>Write-in

All the soldiers will have standard assault rifles and light armor prepped, but you asked Torb and Brigitte to make something extra for a few of the troops, to enhance their firepower:

Loadout:
>Recon: SMGs, marksman rifles, scouting gear
>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor
>Anti-Omnic: Explosive, armor-piercing, armor
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white

>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Recon: SMGs, marksman rifles, scouting gear
Unity

>>1924580
>>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white
>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor

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>>1924580
>Whatever they want. This isn't an army.
We /freelancers/ now

>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear
We're gonna equip them for their job? What?

>>1924580

>>1924587
Supporting.

>>1924580
>Whatever they want. This isn't an army.
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor

>>1924592
Second

>Classic Overwatch blue and gold

Remind them what they're trying to rebuild. As for loadout...

>Equip each solider to his/her own strengths to best combat any threat.

>>1924580
>>Whatever they want. This isn't an army.
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924592
Switching to this

>>1924580
>>Write-in
Black and white battledress with Blue and Gold double epaulettes.
>>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>People don't know that uniforms improve morale

>>1924587
Switching to this

>>1924580
>>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor

CQC is handiest in the tight quarters of the base on the defense.

>>1924580
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924594
Swapping from this to
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924580
>Nondescript urban battledress, black and white
>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor

>>1924580
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

>>1924592
support this
Not like anyone else wheres a uniform

>>1924580
For in the base
>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
Maybe have a field uniform for our soft grunts that isn't standard fare, more paramilitary, blend into a crowd stuff.
>CQC: Shotguns, shields, armor
Given they will be guarding the bas which is a very cqc situation. Rifles are good enough for most other needs.

>>1924580
I'll change Recon to Anti-Talon here >>1924586

>>1924648
Why would you make them a whole nother set of gear to wear around the base where nobody will see it?

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>Classic Overwatch blue and gold
>Anti-Talon: Utility, anti-personnel, scouting gear

Writing.

>>1924663
Come to think of it, Overwatch is more Blue/White/Gold then just Blue/Gold

>>1924662
Friend or foe identification, mind you talon mercenaries seem to have their own dress code so maybe not such a big deal.

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>>1924580


11:00 PM GMT
Command Center

You bring up the latest satellite photographs on the main monitor to show everyone. "Earlier this evening, this tanker ship in the North Atlantic, belonging to an English shipping company, was taken over by Omnic terrorists claiming to be affiliated with Null Sector, the extremist group. Athena has intercepted their communications with the British government, saying that they've taking the crew hostage. They have demands for a whole list of things, among them is the release of various political prisoners, which includes the Mind responsible for planning the King's Row Uprising."

Several of the agents who were there on that infamous day are in the room to see this, and you can practically feel their blood boil from here. Terrible destruction took place there until Overwatch, in direct contravention of their U.N overseer's orders, intervened. Some say that incident was what led to the Petras Act and the group's official disbandment. You wonder if Morrison ever second-guessed his decision to send the team. And here you are, about to do the same thing.

"Athena thinks that with we can respond faster than either the British SAS or Helix, so we're going in. I'll lead the team, and--" You stop, noticing Tracer waving her hand in the air. "What is it, Tracer?"

"Can I come on the mission?" she asks. "Please? I'm tired of being cooped in 'ere!"

"Sheesh. Yeah, okay."

Mercy looks dubious. "Are you quite sure you're all right, Seeker?"

"I'm fine," you say. Turning away to hide your chewed-up hand, you flex it a couple times. It still hurts, actually, but you don't have time to worry about that. You bring up a plan

Choose an approach, and 4 agents to accompany you:
>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)
>Loud (Bastion, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, Winston)
>Write-in

>>1924724
>Loud (Bastion, Reinhardt, Torbjorn, Winston)

>>1924724
>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

Quiet would be the best. Its a hostage situation.

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>>1924724
>>Write-in
>Tracer, Mercy, Reinhardt, Torbjorn

The team that brought down the King's Row Uprising rides together once more!

>>1924724
>Quiet
Tracer, Mercy, Genji, Winston
gorilla tactics

>>1924724
>>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)
definetly quiet

>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

Maybe swap Mei with McCree, he'd know more about stealth then Mei.

>Objectives should be to secure the hostages first, then decapitate the leadership.

>>1924727
>hostage situation

>>1924724
>Quiet

>>1924729
>>1924730

To clarify, I mean choose 4 to accompany you and Tracer.

>>1924724
>>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

>>1924724
>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

>>1924735
Exactly. Fun as it would be to run it, scream at the top of our lungs and shoot anything that moves the main objective is to save people. Not have the Omnics go 'the jig is up, grind the meat'.

>>1924724
>Quiet

>>1924724
>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

>>1924730
Switching to this

>>1924724
>>1924733
Support

>>1924724
>>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

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>>1924738

Well in that case keep Mercy, Rein, and Torbs together and, idunno, Winston too--that's 2 DPS, 2 tanks, a defender, and a support. Solid team composition!

Goddammit are we ever gonna' take Bastion with us to go beep beep some boop boop.

>>1924753
He'll have a turn at it, I'm sure.

>>1924753
well, we're not through with the quest are we? and when we need some massive, stationary firepower, I'm sure bastion will be glad to come with us.

>>1924724
>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)

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>>1924761

>Quiet (Genji, Hanzo, Mei, Mercy)


Writing.

>>1924724

July 30, 2:00 AM GMT
North Atlantic

The Orca flies through the darkness, the sky lit only by a shrouded moon, its reflection disturbed in the turbulent ocean waters below. From the co-pilot's seat, you can see the lights of the tanker ship coming into view.

"There she is," Tracer says. "You want to do this like we talked about?"

"Sure do," you say.

You head down the stairs from the cockpit to check on the team. Mei doesn't look as nervous as she used to. You remember the conversation you had with her in the training room, where she expressed her determination to fight. She seems to be finding a new resolve. She laughs at something Mercy says. The doctor, as usual, is unperturbed, engaging Mei with small talk. She catches you looking at her, smiling in response, continuing to talk with Mei. You smile back, then look away before your face reddens. The Shimada brothers sit in silent concentration.

"Coming up on the ship pretty soon," you say to the team. "Let's figure out how to go about this. We'll use the entry plan we discussed, but -- then what?"

"The hostages would probably be in the crew area, right?" says Mercy. "Easier to keep them where you found them, rather than march them off to some other part of the ship."

"Their leader would be in the bridge, where he could command the ship," says Hanzo. "That is, assuming these machine have a leader." He looks questioningly at Mercy.

"I'm no expert, but I'm given to understand there's sometimes a coordinating mind," she says. "In the Uprising incident, we would later find an orchestrating intelligence. It wasn't present during the event itself, only nearby, but -- I suspect here, isolated in the ocean, it must be here."

"They might also have done something to the ship," says Mei. "I'm not sure what kinds of chemicals this thing is shipping, but if it gets out into the ocean, I'm guessing it would be bad. Very bad."

"Perhaps we should disable the engines," suggests Genji. "To prevent them doing anything rash."

You weigh the options, thinking over the angles. "All right, when we hit the deck, here's how we're going to split ..."

Assign agents:

>Bridge
>Cargo Hold
>Crew Area
>Engine Room

>>1924808
>>Crew Area

>>1924808
>Bridge: Seeker
>Cargo Hold: Traer
>Crew Area: Mercy, Genji
>Engine Room: Hanzo, Mei
What's in the cargo hold? If there's nothing in the cargo hold, Tracer swaps to come with us.

>>1924808
Mercy, Mei and Hanzo should take the crew area. Keeping them alive is priority one.

Genji, Tarcer and Seeker should go to the bridge and get control of the ship and take down the leader.

If practical then taking the cargo hold to avoid sabotage of the cargo and avoid polluting the ocean should be done, if it is on the way to the bridge.

>>1924808
Shit, went on auto pilot there, sorry.
>Bridge: Hanzo
>Cargo Hold: Genji, Mei
>Crew Area: Mercy, Tracer
>Engine Room: Seeker.

>>1924808
Bridge: Genji and Hanzo. THey can get up there through unconventional means

Crew-Quarters- Mei and Mercy. Mei is more defensive orientated, to protect hostages. Mercy can heal the injured

Cargo bay- Seeker and Tracer- Both quick and high impact. Alpha strike the intelligence before it does too much harm.

>>1924808
i'll back this >>1924826

>>1924826
Supporting

>>1924826
Also moving to support this.

>>1924826
This.

>>1924808
>>1924826
>this.

>>1924826
Pardon but.. what do you mean by alpha strike the intelligence?

>>1924849
Go in hard, go in fast, unload everything on it as soon as possible.to kill it as soon as physically possible.

>>1924849
Alpha Strike. Hit something with everything you have. At least in Mechwarrior games. ^_^

>>1924826
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>>1924840

Bridge: Genji, Hanzo.

Crew Area: Mei, Mercy.

Cargo Bay: Seeker, Tracer

Writing.

>>1924870
Me!? ;_;

>>1924866
>>1924879
Stop. Please. It's just degrading.

>>1924862
He was asking about what 'the intelligence' you're hoping to find and kill in the Cargo Bay is. The cargo bay is us making sure they're not dumping toxic shit in the sea.

>>1924862
>>1924866
I know what an alpha strike is, what is 'the intelligence' we're supposedly alpha striking?

>>1924890
Good question. Maybe he thinks the command ominic is hiding down there instead of the bridge?

>>1924894
People said it would either be on the bridge or not on the vessel at all.. so.. why the cargo?

>>1924907 (Me!?)
No idea. I would still assume the bridge myself.

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>>1924808

"Genji, Hanzo, you're good with heights. Head up to the bridge, see what you find. If the coordinator is up there, take him out. Mei, Mercy, find the hostages and protect them. Tracer and I will hit the cargo hold."

"Understood," Mercy says. The others nod in agreement.

"Tracer, what's our ETA?" you ask.

"Coming right up on it, Seeker," she says. "Be down in a tic." The engines shift for a moment as control shifts over to Athena's pilot function. Tracer leaps down the stairs from the cockpit and strikes a dramatic pose. "Ready!"

Everyone joins you by the exit hatch. Through the window, you can see the lights of the tanker ship, still a long way down. The Orca is almost right above them, but too high and running too quiet for them to notice.

Tracer stretches out her shoulders, then hops from one foot to the other, back and forth. "What do ya wanna do when we get back, Seeker?"

"I was thinking we should watch that movie we were just about to start when Talon attacked us," you say. "The one about UFOs? What was it called?"

""They Came From Beyond The Moon,"" Mercy says.

"Oh, I remember!" she says. "That's right, we all sat down to watch it together, and then red alert! Talon kicked our front door in. Very rude. Now we can actually watch it! Sounds great! Take that, Talon."

"We've got to make it back first, goof," you say. "Stay focused."

"Yes sir," Tracer says in her mock-serious voice, saluting. "Very focused, sir."

(Continued)

>>1924923

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

"Everyone ready?" you ask, looking around. Everyone assents. Mei looks terrified, but gives you the go-ahead. You hit the button, and the hatch slides open. The interior of the ship is exposed to the air, a strong wind blowing through. Your blood quickens, looking down at the drop to the tanker ship below. You realize you're grinning.

You step out into the darkness.

The air whistles past as you fall. Your helmet protects your face from the worst of it, but the wind batters at the rest of you through your thin armor. Your jacket streams behind you like a banner. Shadowed by the darkness of night, you descend silently, picking up speed.

Twisting to look upwards, you see the team following you, dropping one by one out the Orca's hatch. Tracer is first, a brief glint of blue visible as she blinks downwards, impatient as ever. A shadowy grey shape, Mei in her non-reflective white parka, is next, followed by the faint golden glow of Mercy's wings. The Shimadas barely visible.

You look down again, at the approaching tanker. Boy that is coming up fast. The wind tears at you as you hurtle downwards through the black. Not for the first time, and probably not for the last, you imagine your equipment malfunctioning, and ending up as a red splatter on the deck. An embarassing end to Overwatch's recruit.

Timing it just right, you kick your gravity boots into gear and slowly, gracefully, descend to the ship's main deck. Tracer blinks into place beside you. Mei slows her descent with a sloping ice wall, aided by Mercy, hovering behind her in her Valkyrie suit. Genji and Hanzo appear from over the ship's railing, having used some ninja art to catch themselves on the hull.

"Who needs parachutes?" you say with a grin. "All right, everyone. Let's get to it."

The Shimadas disappear in the direction of the bridge, while Mei and Mercy wave as they set off for the crew quarters.

"So when it says they came from beyond the moon," Tracer says, following you. "Does that mean they came from the other side, or--"

"Lena, let's secure the cargo, then talk about movies, okay?"

The two of you move silently -- more or less -- towards the ship's hold.

>Roll!

Rolled 3 (1d10)

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Rolled 2 (1d10)

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>>1924925
dice+1d10

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>1924929
Fudge. New at this.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>1924925
forget if its Bo3 or Bo5

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You and Tracer head down a flight of utilitarian stairs and into the lower floors of the cargo area. There are several huge tanks of unknown liquid down here, several marked with hazardous warning signs. You were hoping you'd just find a handful of patrolling Null Sector bots down here, but your fears are confirmed when you find explosive devices strapped to some of the hazardous tanks.

"If the ship is breached, and this stuff gets out--" You look up at the big white pill-shaped tanks. "The ocean's biosphere barely recovered from the acid crisis. I doubt this'll help matters any. All right, we've got to start disabling these." You step up to the device, only for a shadow to fall across you. You turn around to see a omnic painted in the black and violet colors of Null Sector, its central eye glowing an ominous red. A small bipedal combat drone stands next to it, like a dog at heel, only with a laser for a face.

"Hi, uh, just here on a random inspection tour. This all seems to be in order." You pat the hazardous container. "Yes, everything's fine here. My fellow inspector and I will just--" You look around for Tracer, only to see her cornered by a second Null Sector bot. "Oh boy."

>Draw your sword and attack.
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.
>Withdraw and get to better ground (sounds better than "Run!")

>>1924950
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.

>>1924950

Why Me!?!?!? O.o

>Withdraw and get to better ground (sounds better than "Run!")

I do NOT want a stray round hitting the bombs; better to draw them to a less bomb filled environment.

>>1924950
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.

>>1924953
Please stop with the "me"s ffs

>>1924950
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.
Come on, there's barely a choice here. Mystery box!

>>1924950
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.

>>1924951
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>>1924961

>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.

Roll!

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>>1924950
>Use something you were saving for just such an occasion.

We have something saved up for just this sort of occasion?

Rolled 4 (1d10)

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Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>1924950

As the Null Sector bot lowers its gun, you dart forward and drive a small spike into its chest. The spike latches on and begins injecting a stream of malicious code. The bot sparks and jerks as it malfunctions, then clatters as its limbs droop. The small dog-like bot fires a brute force laser from its face, short range but powerful, but you dodge out of the just beforehand, draw your sword, and skewer the bot into the ground.

You look over to see Tracer has drawn her pistols and jammed them underneath the Omnic's chin. She pulls the trigger, emptying rapid-fire pulse munitions into the robot's head. She activates the guns' reload dynamos, then fires another blast into the bot's torso, shredding the armor and wrecking the interior. The bot collapses, deactivated.

Tracer looks at you and grins. You give her a thumbs-up.

"What was that thing?" she asks, moving to stand next to you.

"Codespike," you say. "Rapidly overloads any computer with corrupt data."

"Sounds like it'd come in handy. How many did you bring?"

"One."

"Oh. So that--"

"Was the only one, yes. And they only work once." You sigh, looking down at the expended codespike. "Not easy to get a hold of those. Sure came in handy, though." You listen carefully. It's hard to hear anything over the noise of the ocean and the ship's machinery, so Tracer's gunfire, muffled by the Omnic's proximity, might have gone unnoticed. After a few moments, you still don't hear any alarms or detect any increase in Null Sector comm traffic, so you must be good.

"Found some bombs in the cargo hold," you say quietly over the comms to your teammates. "Starting to disarm them now. What's your status, guys?"

"Enemy presence on the bridge," says Hanzo. "I can't be sure it's this controller. But we are ready to engage."

"We've found the hostages," Mercy says. "There are three Null Troopers guarding them."

"Can you two take them?"

"I think so."

>Hanzo, we're coming to join you. Wait until we get there.
>Mercy, we're coming to join you. Wait until we get there.
>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

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>>1925007

Last post of the night, I'll be back tomorrow to continue.

>>1925007
>>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925007
>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

An option would be to send Tracer or Seeker to reinforce another position...

>>1925007
>Mercy, we're coming to join you. Wait until we get there.
Does this mean we disarm the bombs first? If not, then
>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925007
>>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925007
>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

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>>1924975
Jesus

>>1925007
>>Mercy, we're coming to join you. Wait until we get there.

>>1925007
>>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925031
Luck of the draw, I suppose.

>>1925007
>>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925007
>No time to lose, and we've got to deal with these bombs. Everyone go now.

>>1925358
also lad the (you)s at the end of post numbers is just a system thing to notify you if someone replied to your post

>>1925547
I finally picked up on that. Sort of wish someone could have brought it up sooner... -_-;;

>>1925676
Seriously gotta stop with the faces and other shit mate, this is 4chan not facebook or tumblr. Be fucking normal.

>>1925683
I'm me, not normal.

Anyway, not going to clog the thread anymore for now.

>>1925695
I know this might sound asshol-ish, but there is a reason "lurk moar" is a thing and that is exactly to avoid this kind of embarrassments and conseguent harrassing.
By now I can only tell you to keep your eyes peeled and try to figure out the workings and etiquette of this place, even if it doesn't seem to be any at a first glance.

Also it's kind of a weird point valuing one's uniqueness on an anonymous board.

>>1925695
c r i n g e

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>>1925007

"No time to lose," you say. "Tracer and I will disarm these. If you're in position, then go." You gesture Tracer towards a nearby bomb, and she nods and blinks over to it. You take another nearby, looking over the small metallic box fastened to the side of the chemical tank. "Athena, give us the quick rundown on these?"

"Open it on the right side and cut the red and black wires," Athena says. "Absolutely do not cut the blue wire."

"Gotcha," you say. Your right glove has a small embedded knife in the wrist, which you extend to slice open the bomb case on the right side, and carefully lever it open. Inside are five wires, laid out nice and neatly. One instance where the efficiency of robotic manufacturing works in your favor, you think, slicing the red and black wires while avoiding the blue one. You look over to see Tracer doing the same with an old-fashioned F-S fighting knife, probably a holdover from her days in the British military.

Athena has connected to some of the ship's on-board security cameras. Two small, grainy videos of pop up on the right side of your helmet's HUD.

On the top screen, you can see the bridge, a tall tower surmounting the ship, shadowed figures just visible behind the glass. Genji and Hanzo are nowhere to be seen, but they're ninjas, so that's normal.

On the bottom screen, Mei and Mercy stacked up against an open doorway leading into the ship's galley, where you can see a partial view of the civilian hostages and a Null Trooper standing guard over them.

"On my mark, Miss Zhou," Hanzo says quietly. "Three ... two ... one."

>Roll!

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Rolled 5 (1d10)

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>>1926105
>>1926107
>>1926111

Not great anons, sorry to say. Writing.

>>1926101

On the top screen, you see a flash of blue in the darkness as Hanzo unleashes his scatter arrow. It pierces the glass surrounding the bridge and, on striking the opposite wall, splits into a cluster of glowing blue projectiles that bounce around the interior. Barely a moment after, Genji reveals himself, hanging just underneath a different window, and strikes his way through the glass. A series of green flashes are visible inside.

"Bridge is clear," reports Genji. "But it was only Troopers and Slicers. No controller."

On the bottom screen, you see Mei hesitate when the order is given. She pushes through her fear and heads through the door, but it takes her a few crucial moments. She and Mercy are too late to get the drop on the Null Troopers, who have been alerted by the sudden disturbance above. Mei's ice gun is shaking as she points it at the Omnic extremists. Mercy stands beside her, steadier, but with less firepower in her pistol. The robots take aim with their energy guns. It's a standoff, with the hostages caught in between.

"In a bit of a situation here, Seeker," Mercy says, trying to keep her voice light.

You look around, trying to assess your own situation. Only about half the bombs are disarmed, and when you hear the approaching sound of clanking feet and see Omnic-shaped shadows moving against the wall, you realize you're about to have company of your own.


Seeker + Tracer:
>Get ready to fight.
>Evade the incoming bots and go to aid another team. (Say who)

Genji + Hanzo:
>Pursue the Controller.
>Go to aid another team. (Say who)

Mei + Mercy:
>Take down those Troopers before they can hurt anyone.
>Stall for time until we get there. Don't do anything crazy.
>Use your judgement.

You can split squads if you wish.

>>1926189
>>Get ready to fight.
>Pursue the Controller.
>Use your judgement.
can't mei ice wall between the hostages and the omnics if the hostages are stuck between?
Give the hostages time to run away?

>>1926189
>Get ready to fight.
>Genji on Mercy Hanzo on us
>Stall for time until we get there. Don't do anything crazy.

>>1926193
Supporting.

>>1926189
>Get ready to fight.
>Pursue the Controller.
>Use your judgement.

>>1926189
>Ready to fight
>Ice wall
>Send Genji to Mercy/Mei
>Hanzo to us

>>1926193
>>1926200
>>1926208

>Get ready to fight.
>Pursue the Controller.
>Use your judgement.

"We've got problems of our own, unfortunately," you say to the others. "And we're not finished with the bombs. Genji, Hanzo, find that controller. Mei, Mercy -- your call. Do whatever it takes to keep those hostages safe."

You cut the line and say to Tracer, "Heads up. Bots incoming."

"Let's give 'em a warm welcome," Tracer says. She finishes the bomb she's disarming, then swaps out the knife for her pistols.

>Roll!

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>>1926248

Nice work, anons. Writing.

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>>1926247

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>>1926240

"Ass right there, freezehole!" shouts Mei, and activates her gun. A vertical chunk of ice immediately springs up directly underneath two of the troopers, smashing them into the ceiling like a car crusher. The two remaining troopers return fire, but they're both blocked off by the ice wall. Mercy and Mei look at each other, nod, and ready their weapons, pointed at the ice wall. The instant it dissolves, they each unload on the bot on their side. One is blasted to smithereens by Mercy's energy pistol; the other falls to the ground, embedded with a dozen sharp icicles larger than knives.

You can't help grinning. Mei still has her struggles, but despite that she's turning out to be a really valuable member of the team. Does she realize what she said, you wonder?
Doesn't matter. You've got a recording of it now.

Refocusing your attention on your own situation, you take out your gunblade and spin it into gun form as you crouch down in position next to Tracer. The two of you look at each other, and an unspoken communication passes between you, despite the helmet masking your face. She grins and nods.

When a formation of Null Sector Troopers arrive, you and Tracer descend on them in a flurry of blinks and dashes. Tracer blasts the Omnics at point-blank with her pistols, zipping in and out of their ranks in bright flashes of blue energy, impossible to pin down, while you stay evasive, switching between sword and gun as needed. One of the Omnics is an Enforcer, a much larger model with a heavier weapon and a energy shield guarding its front, but it turns slowly. With you and Tracer moving unpredictably and flanking it from both sides, it doesn't have a chance to protect itself. When it's weakened, you hit it with a shield-piercing Thunderbolt from your gun, and the lightning arcs between the Enforcer and the last remaining Troopers to fry their circuits and finish them off.

Among the smouldering ruins of the Null Sector omnics, you and Tracer high-five each other. "Yeah!" she shouts, pumping her fist. "Orright, who's next! Bring 'em on!"

"Ideally, the controller," Hanzo says wryly. "We've tracked it down, but preventing its escape is proving rather difficult--"

An explosion from the aft end rocks the deck, pitching the ship under your feet. Athena switches camera feeds, and you see a view of the stern, where Hanzo and Genji are battling against two shielded Enforcers, plus a large hovering Omnic, something like an upside-down pyramid in shape.

"Your assistance would be appreciated," Hanzo continues.

"Mercy is helping the civilians who were wounded in the attack, but I can help," Mei says. "I'm on my way."

You try to think fast. There's still half the bombs to deal with.

Tracer:
>Disarm the bombs.
>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.
>Scout the rest of the ship for nasty surprises.

Seeker:
>Disarm the bombs.
>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.
>Scout the rest of the ship for nasty surprises.

>>1926340
>Seeker: Disarm the bombs.
>Tracer: Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.

>>1926340
>Scout the rest of the ship for nasty surprises.

>Disarm the bombs.

>>1926340
Tracer
>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.

Seeker
>Disarm the bombs.

>>1926340
>Tracer:Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.
>Seeker:Disarm the bombs.

.

>>1926340
>>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.

>Disarm the bombs.

>>1926340

Tracer:

>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.


Seeker:
>Disarm the bombs.

>>1926340
Tracer
>Get to the stern to help stop the Controller.
Seeker
>Disarm the bombs.

>>1926340
Tracer
> Scout the rest of the ship for nasty surprises.

Seeker
> Disarm the bombs

>>1926342
>>1926359
>>1926362
>>1926366
>>1926368
>>1926375

"Tracer, get to the stern," you say to her. "Help the Shimadas take that thing down. I'll deal with the bombs."

"Roger," she says, tossing off a salute, then vanishes in a blur of blue.

You turn your attention to the remaining explosives. You said that, but you have no idea if you can actually disarm these before whatever they're rigged to sets them off. Only one way to find, you think, extending your wrist-knife and hurrying to the nearest bomb.

>Roll!

Rolled 9 (1d10)

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Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>1926401
please dice gods. I did the sacrifice

>>1926407
>doing the sacrifice wrong
please see >>1926403
for proper technique

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>1926401

>>1926403
>>1926405
>>1926407

Good news and bad news, anons. Writing.

>>1926417
i guess we disarmed the bomb but the controller got away?

aww,jeez

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>>1926401

You get busy dealing with the last of the explosives. Whatever these chemical tanks hold, Mei is right that dumping it into the fragile ecosystem of the ocean is going to be bad. Also, there's the small matter of Overwatch stepping in and doing this job instead of legitimate law enforcement. If anything were to go wrong, and it got pinned on Overwatch, it would look really bad. Which is why, you think, disarming a bomb and heading to the next, you won't let that happen.

On the security camera feed, you see Mei arrive at Hanzo and Genji's position just in time to block a barrage from the Null Sector troops with an ice wall. Tracer zips up shortly afterwards. You hear them quickly discuss a plan, then Tracer and Genji spring into action. They draw the attention of the Enforcer escorts long enough for Hanzo and Mei to take them down from their unshielded sides.

Meanwhile, right as you step up to the last bomb, it starts beeping, and a red light flashes urgently. Fighting a surge of panic, you lever open the device, just like you did for the others. You cut the red wire, then the black one. The beeping stops. You exhale a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding.

You turn your attention back to the cameras, watching Tracer blink back and forth, evading energy cannon fire from the Controller. She keeps it busy long enough for Mei to approach in range of her close-up blaster, unleashing a stream of frost until the Omnic is frozen solid. Its hover jets fail, and it crashes to the ship's deck.

"Nice work, fellas!" Tracer says, approaching the frozen Controller. "What do you think this would--"

Athena cuts in urgently. "Detecting energy surge. Tracer, get back!"

Tracer disappears in a blue flash right before the Controller explodes, blasting a hole in the ship's stern. Mei and the Shimadas take a few hits from debris before they can shield themselves, but aren't caught in the blast wave. Tracer reappears a few moments later, her rewind finished, and wipes sweat from her forehead. "Wew! Close one there."

"It destroyed itself ..." Mei says, sounding surprised, almost sad.

"Either that, or it was triggered remotely," Hanzo says, his voice grim. "Either way, whatever that Mind knew, someone didn't want us to find out."

"I'm afraid there's more," Athena says, bringing up a frequency graph on your helmet. "The Controller used its own death as a catalyst to send a high-powered direct tranmission."

"To who? Or what?" you ask.

"Unknown."

"Great," you mutter, just talking to Athena now. "So whoever was in charge of this little operation has intel on us now."

"I'm afraid so, Seeker."

"All right, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it." Switching back to the group channel, you say, "Great work, guys. Hostages are secure, and the Null Sector terrorists are down. Tracer, Genji, let's do a sweep of the ship to make sure we haven't missed any surprises. We'll meet back at the bow to get picked up by Athena."

(Continued)

>>1926588

The team stands together at the bow, highlighted by a light from the Orca as the aircraft descends through the darkness. A group of the civilian sailors who were taken hostage have come to see you off.

"Thank ye ever so much," the ship's captain says, holding his hat in his hands. "If there's anything we can do ..."

"Law enforcement and the corpnet will probably cover up the official story of what happened here," you say. "Don't get yourselves into hot water trying to fight it. But for anyone who'll listen--"

You glance back at the team gathered behind you, seeing their approval, and turn back to sailors. "Tell them the truth. Overwatch has returned. And we're here to help."

The Orca's hatch opens. Following the team, you climb on board, and close the hatch after you. The aircraft lifts up and away, leaving the tanker ship and its rescued sailors behind.

(Continued)

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>>1926594

6:00 AM GMT
Lounge, Watchpoint Gibraltar

The grainy, badly colored footage unrolls on the projector screen. "Who are you?!" demands a masculine-looking scientist with his sleeves rolled up. "Where have you come from?"

The aliens, clearly actors in cheap rubber suits, wave their tentacled arms. "We --come -- from -- beyond -- the -- moon!"

You're sprawled in a chair in the lounge, exhausted but still wired and unable to sleep. The Shimadas have vanished to do whatever it is they do after a mission, ritually purify themselves or something, leaving you to watch They Came From Beyond The Moon with the girls. Tracer has her goggles draped by the band over the corner of her chair, and her forearm holsters on a table nearby. Mercy left her wings and halo behind in the medbay, and pulled off her combat boots to curl up the couch, just wearing the white armor, leggings, and gold-orange skirt. Mei has her parka unzipped and is snoozing on and off in one of the big comfy chairs, using her fur collar as a pillow. It feels good to relax around people you can trust. It's an unusual feeling for you, but once you could get used to.

The manly scientist on screen shakes his fist. "You monsters! Why won't you leave our planet in peace?!"

"Scientists in these movies are so manly," Tracer says, and throws a handful of popcorn into her mouth. She crunches it in a few big bites, swallows, and asks, "Didya see a lot of guys like that at Zurich U, Mercy?"

Mercy sighs. "If only. If more professors looked like Jack Stirling, I might never have left. What about you, Mei?"

"At XJTU? Please. Nothing but spoiled rich boys."

More of the badly costumed aliens are now pursuing a housewife, whose general incompetency seems to be ramping up as the movie goes on. "Heeelp!" she shrieks, failing to lock doors or generally do anything to succesfully impede the aliens' path.

"Did you ever go to a university or whatever, Seeker?" asks Tracer, and giggles. "Did you meet any cute boys?"

>The school of hard knocks!
>I went to a prep academy, briefly.
>No. There were plans for my education, but -- it didn't work out.
>Write-in.

>>1926616
>>No. There were plans for my education, but -- it didn't work out.

>>1926616
>Nah, too busy ogling the cute girls

>>1926616
>>I went to a prep academy, briefly.
OW Gakuen when?

>>1926616
When did we leave, actually? I kinda forgot.

>>1926616
>Nah, too busy ogling the cute girls
>Wink at Tracer

>>1926616
>The school of hard knocks!
then go serious
>No. There were plans for my education, but -- it didn't work out.

>>1926616
>I went to a prep academy, briefly.

>>1926616
>No. There were plans for my education, but -- it didn't work out.

>>1926635
Supporting.

>>1926616
>No. There were plans for my education, but -- it didn't work out.

>>1926632
Very, very tempted to vote for this. But no.

>>1926616
>>1926629
Anyway, iirc we would probably have started Uni or something.

>Had a good education actually, before running off at least.

>>1926635
Supporting.

>>1926635
support

>>1926635
Switching to support

>>1926616

"I was too busy with cute girls," you say. "So I went to the school of hard knocks, instead. I learned things on the streets, in the real world, baby. None of your fancy book learnin'." Tracer turns around to give you a mocking frown, and you wink at her in response. "No, uh -- there were plans for my education, but, well, things happened. It didn't work out."

"What happened?" asks Tracer blithely. Mercy shushes her, and Tracer realizes too late she's stepped into sensitive ground. "Oh, err--"

"No, it's okay." You run a hand through your hair, still sweaty after the mission, and, briefly, consider lying. In the end, you tell the truth. "I ran away from home, about a year before I was supposed to graduate intermediate education. I was seventeen. That's when I started, you know." You're still wearing most of your gear, minus your helmet, which you left on the nearby table. You pick it up and look at it: your other face, viewed from the outside. You think about the years since you first put it on. "All this. Running about in a mask, getting shot at."

You look back at Tracer and Mercy and grin. "It's been a wild ride since then, but, I'm glad I did. Otherwise I wouldn't be here now, right?"

They smile back, and the three of you share a quiet moment of understanding.

Mei starts to snore, which kind of ruins the moment, but is cute in its own way.

"Should we get her to the dorm?" Tracer asks.

"Let her rest," Mercy says. "She looks quite comfortable." She does, at that, snuggled up in her parka.

On screen, the movie continues to play. Outside, the sky slowly begins to brighten from the light of dawn.

(Continued)

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>>1926813

12:30 PM
Situation Room

After what seems like barely any sleep at all, you pull yourself out of bed, get some coffee in you, and start your day. You supervise one of the initial assessments for Durant's security troopers, and check in with Maeve about her progress decoding the Project Fulgurite information.

Early afternoon finds you in the newly constructed situation room, built and expanded from the empty room next to the briefing room and across the road from Mercy's medbay. In here you can keep track of what's going on throughout the world, and what kinds of activity your enemies have been up to. You called together some of the core members of the team, both for them to check out the new room, and to discuss a few topics that have been on your mind:

>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Megacorp plans
>Siberian war
>Overwatch popular support
>Helix Secuity
>Write-in

>>1926829
>>Anubis status
>>Talon criminal activity
>>Megacorp plans
Big 3

>>1926829

>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Siberian war

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Megacorp plans

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Siberian war
>Talon criminal activity

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Helix Security

>>1926829
>Megacorp plans
>Siberian war
>Helix Secuity

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Siberian war

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Siberian war

Siberian guys, we already got a girl for megacorps but we havent got any clues for wars

>>1926843
Actually, changing Helix to Korean War 2: Giant Death Omnic Boogaloo

And the most effective ways we can use Overwatch resources to bulli D.Va

>>1926829
>>Siberian war
>>Anubis status
>>Talon criminal activity

>Talon criminal activity
>Megacorp plans
>Helix Secuity

I don't think Anubis is the biggest issue right now, or rather, one we can really plan for. Talon and Helix are both more immediate concerns, with Megacorps not far behind.

>>1926829
>Anubis status
>Talon criminal activity
>Siberian war

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>Talon criminal activity
>Siberian war

Writing after I finish making dinner

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"First, let's talk about our friends in Talon."

Everyone here -- Winston, Reinhardt, Mercy, Tracer, and McCree -- was a veteran of the old team, and outside of the equanimous Mercy, they bristle at the name. Talon was their persistant adversary over many years, and the first Overwatch suffered many setbacks against them. Perhaps the most wounding of all being the murder of Gerard Lacroix at the hands of his own wife, the woman who would later become the assassin Widowmaker. The criminal network was once driven into hiding, but ever since the disbandment, without their rivals to contain them and newly allied with the mysterious Reaper, they've returned to become a powerful force creating chaos throughout the world.

"So far, we've pretty much proven we can kick their ass in a direct fight," you say, bringing up markers of your previous encounters with them -- Hanamura, London, Mumbai, and two base defenses. "But I still get the feeling like they're one step ahead of us."

McCree says, "They were waitin' for us to make a move before they hit Mumbai. We showed up with only half a team, got only half the mission done. Whatever it was they went to Vishkar for, they got it." He sighs and pulls his hat a little lower. "Sorry about that, fellas. If was a little quicker on the draw in there--"

Tracer pats him on the back. "None of us are perfect, love. We'll get 'em next time."

"We'll just have to adapt," you say. "Athena has some pretty good intelligence gathering programs at her disposal now, but we'll need more if we want to stay ahead of Talon. We'll also need to be fast and mobile, and be ready for tricks or fake-outs."

The others seem to agree as they look over the map. Reinhardt scowls. "Cowards. If only we could find a base of operations, we could take ze fight to them."

"That's a good point, Reinhardt," Mercy says. "We'll have to hit them at home eventually to stop them. And the fewer fights that take place among civilians, the better."

Winston muses, "We may have to locate a new source of intelligence. Perhaps, Seeker -- er --" he coughs. Nobody wants to mention your criminal background, but there it is.

"I'll see what I can do," you say. "Athena said something about connecting to the Talon comm network as well. Something about taking an officer hostage, was it, Athena?"

"Correct, Seeker," she says. "If you or someone else equipped with a data link can access the port of a live Talon field commander, I believe I can gain information on their network."

"All right, so those are our priorities for Talon," you say. "One, stay ready to react to whatever tricky shit they try to pull. Two, track down their bases. Maybe through linking up with a field officer like Athena says, maybe some other way. However we find one, when we do, we hit it hard."

>I think we're doing okay so far against these guys.
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.
>Remember when I shot Reaper in the face?
>Write-in

>>1927295
>Remember when I shot Reaper in the face?
Only correct answer.

>>1927295
>>Remember when I shot Reaper in the face?

>>1927295
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927295
>Remember when I shot Reaper in the face?

>>1927295
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927295
>>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927295
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927295
>I think we're doing okay so far against these guys.
But,
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927296
Unless this leading to a revelation about Reaper, I disagree.

>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>We need to try and figure out what their overall goal is.

>>1927295
>I think we're doing okay so far against these guys.
They have the development lead.
but
>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.
If we can at least find out their goal, we have a better chance at stopping them

>>1927295
>If you or someone else equipped with a data link can access the port of a live Talon field commander, I believe I can gain information on their network.

But that would require us getting into...CLOSE RANGE!!

>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

>>1927295
>Remember when I shot Reaper in the face?

>>1927295
>>We need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer.

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>>1927295


"I don't know, guys," you say, looking down at the map. "I think we need to do better. Whatever their goal is, they're getting closer all the time, and we still don't even know what it is. We'll have to step up our intelligence game."

The mood is somber as you clear the map.

"Second, we've got Anubis fragments on the loose. I think Athena's the only one who actually understands this, but when he breached containment in his Temple a few months ago, he was somehow able to get thousands of little bits and pieces of himself out into the world, both on the corpnet and the darkweb. They could be in corporate servers, household toasters, Mongolian pottery boards, anywhere. And these fragments have instructions to make more of themselves, track each other down, and recombine. If enough of them get together over time, eventually a complete copy of Anubis will have formed outside of his prison. Either that, or the incomplete copy just needs enough intelligence to break the original free."

Athena shows an abstract overlay of the world internet across the globe, representing Anubis fragments as a red virus-like glow that creeps through the blue of the net.

"What's your latest guess on this, Athena?"

"I estimate defragmentation progress at 47%," she says. "53% remaining until completion."

"That's okay, but still higher than I was hoping," you say. "Have you tracked down any fragments we might be able to physically destroy?"

"I am narrowing down the locations of two at this time," Athena say. "I hope to have a definite answer soon."

"All right, so that's another thing for us to hit with maximum prejudice when we find it. Or uh, depending on who or what's there, ask politely if we can maybe take a look at their computer for evil AIs bent on destroying humanity.

"The fragments have also shown that they're capable of converting combat Omnics to their cause, so we'll need to be ready to fight them. Anyone with heavy or armor-piercing weapons, like our friend Mr. Wilhelm here, will be invaluable."

"My battle against the Omnics continues," Reinhardt says. "I will never tire. I will protect humanity to my last breath."

"We're with ya, old timer," McCree says.

(Continued)

>>1927425

Tracer scratches her head, looking at the map. "We can't just fight his copies forever, right? Isn't there some way we can -- y'know -- flush him out? Get rid of him? "

"Some sort of adaptable anti-virus software could in theory do this," Athena says. "Yet it would have to be extremely advanced. Beyond my own capabilities."

"So we still have no idea how to deal with this permanently?" asks Mercy.

"Unfortunately, yes. For now."

"I wasn't around for this," you say. "But, in the Crisis, after the first team and the world armies won the war and all -- how were the Godminds actually imprisoned?"

The team looks at each other. No-one seems to know, exactly. "I believe it was a special team from U.N. assignment," says Mercy. "They dealt mostly with Jack and Ana. I'm not sure the rest of us were involved in any way."

"The war was over," says McCree. "We all just wanted a little R&R. Let the U.N. whiz kids take care of locking the big bastards up. We were on the same side, back then. That turned around pretty fast. Funny how ending a war does that to people."

>We have to make tracking down a fragment site a priority over a Talon base.
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.
>Talon is the bigger threat, at least for now.

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

We can't let this god mind shit happen foreverrr

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

>>1927431
>>Why were the God-Minds imprisoned, and not destroyed?

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

You think anyone on the level of another godmind can help us out with this one?
Please come back Koschei

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>>1927431
>>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.
>>Talon is the bigger threat, at least for now.

Put this God-Mind business on the backburner--right now we oughta be focusing on how to deal with Talon and other outliers.

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.

>>1927431
>We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term.
Or at least slow it down so we can deal with Talon

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>>1927431

"We need to find a way to shut this copy shit down, long-term," you say. "Someone in this world has to know enough about computers and AI to stop this. We just need to find them."

You think about asking the team why it the Godminds were imprisoned and not destroyed. But you have a feeling you already know the answer.

Some asshole in the U.N. thought they'd be useful. Maybe he genuinely believed that humanity could learn something from them in captivity. Or maybe he just wanted to weaponize them against someone he didn't like. Either way, he kept them around, and now the world is paying the price.

Speaking of which -- "Third item is the war," you say. "The one everyone outside of Asia tries to pretend isn't happening."

You bring up Athena's latest data on army movements. Small colored soldiers, each representing thousands of troops, appear across eastern Asia. The battle line is drawn from the Central Siberian Plateau, down into Mongolia, southeast through Manchuria, and finally into the bombed-out ruins of the defunct North Korean state. Red troops represents the Russian Army, gold the Chinese, and blue the Koreans. Together they contain the black armies of the Siberian Godmind -- Czernobog, the Black God -- but just barely.

"Russia gets pushed back further every day," you say. "Freeing up more Omnic troops to shore up the offensive on the southern front. Korea was making progress for a while, but with those reinforcements, they're being hit hard. The bots are making a big push in the past few days. Soon they'll be at the South Korean border, and before that, within striking distance of Seoul."

The group stares at the map, at a loss for words. Isolated uprisings and criminal acts are one thing, but this? An actual war, against the endless armies of an true Omnium, commanded by a Godmind? What can Overwatch do against this?


>Awkward silence
>We'll figure something out.
>Write-in

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>>1927513
>>We'll figure something out.

Perhaps it's time to take a page out from the OG Strike Team from the Omnic Crisis? Set up Kill Teams to take out high-value targets, command and control structures. It'd be nice to get some combined arms action going on with the Russkies or the Koreans.

>>1927513
>>We'll figure something out.

>>1927513
>Can we strike at them like in the old war? Or would that be too stupid to do now.

>>1927513
>We'll figure something out.

>>1927513
>Currently we're racking up popular support even if the big wigs don't want to admit it word are starting to get out that Overwatch is back. If we can somehow show the world that Overwatch is helping the war effort it'll get us more support and legitimacy while garnering more global attention to the conflict

>>1927533
This. Nobody notices anything until it's either very uncomfortable, staring them in the face, or both.

>>1927513
>>1927533
I like what this guy is saying. Maybe we might get some Japanese or American help in Vladivostok or something.

>>1927513
>We'll figure something out.

>>1927513
Any sensitive spots we could hit in a way the three armies could not? To take some pressure of them? Relay stations, manufacturing, supply lines?

>>1927533
>>1927549
Agreed. Supported, and I think >>1927525 has the right response.

>>1927513
>We'll figure something out. Right now I'm not sure we have the resources.

>>1927513
>>1927533
Support this.
Mention that we might be able to get airtime from D.Va or forge an alliance with Zarya, both international stars.