In a time of global conflict, the elite international task force Overwatch was formed. Soldiers, scientists, adventurers, and oddities: together, they ended the Omnic Crisis and restored peace to a war-torn world. For a generation, the heroes of Overwatch protected the world, inspiring an era of exploration, innovation, and discovery. After many years, Overwatch became troubled, and was finally disbanded by official U.N. order. Soon world conflict and terror rose again. Governments weakened by strife ceded power to mega-corporations. Militaries were replaced by private security forces. Some omnics returned to war with humanity; others remained peaceful, but faced fear and violence from humans affected by the war. The global crime syndicate Talon, in the absence of their perpetual rivals, rose to vast wealth and power, pushing entire nations into chaos.You are Logan King, former corporate scion of a Lucheng Interstellar executive, and a young man who's already earned yourself a reputation for getting into places you aren't supposed to be. Your speciality is the tech-vaults, sealed-up laboratories from the pre-crisis golden age.Before any of that, though you dreamed of helping defend the world with Overwatch. But that dream died on the day you watched the United Nations pass the Petras Act, declaring Overwatch an illegal paramilitary group, and order their permanent shutdown. The agents of Overwatch, once proud heroes, scattered to the winds.The year is 2078, and it's three years after Overwatch disbanded, and you left your home atop the glittering citadel of Lijiang Tower behind. A fierce resentment for amoral authority has smouldered in your heart ever since.You watched as crime ran rampant, and national governments besieged by resurgent Omnics ceded authority over security to corporations like your parents'. The wealthy executives used their new powers to strip rights from their workers and enshrine themselves even further as an untoucheable elite. The people cried out for heroes, and no-one answered. Now you're finally ready to do something about it. Even if you have to get your hands dirty to do it.The world needs heroes. Without Overwatch, this is what it takes to be one of them.
>>1614167Soundtrack: Walter Wanderley - Os Griloshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQzotPMPSRUA sleek hovercar whisks by on the otherwise empty road, stirring up a cool breeze that you're grateful for in this heat. Even under the shade of the cafe's awning, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, you're baking.You take a sip of your cafe noir, set the small cup down on the table, and wave away the dust kicked up by the car's passing. You're out on the edge of the city, but if you take a moment, you can still hear the cry and hue of the city markets, and look out at the minaret spires of Marrakesh. Beyond them stands the grand range of the snow-capped Atlas mountains.The cafes in Morocco still carry on the long-standing tradition of those first cafes made centuries ago: a place where men can sit and talk business in the heat of the afternoon, away from the stuffy confines of their offices, and the nagging of their wives and secretaries. Many things have changed in the world's culture in the 21st century -- for example, women now also stop by the cafes, to get away from the nagging of their wives and secretaries -- but the Moroccan cafe still remains a place to discuss business in a casual setting, accompanied by the soothing bitterness of black coffee.This particular cafe, on the outskirts of Marrakesh, is just such a place. Looking around at its clearly disreputable patrons, you might be inclined to think that it was a habitat of scoundrels, low-lifes, and ruffians. And you would be exactly right.You're still nervous in a place like this. You did pretty well putting on a front as a cocky young hotshot, back when you were just dealing with fences eager to see your latest acquisitions from beyond the seals of the tech-vaults. The people you dealt with and worked with were criminals, sure, but they were sophisticated criminals with sleek outfits and the latest gadgets. Now you're dealing with actual rogues and hardened outlaws. People with nothing to lose. But you're here with a purpose, and if you're going down this road, these are the types of people you'll have to associate with from now on. With the amount of gear you've accumulated from your raids on the vaults, you're finally ready to do something about the stranglehold the mega-corporations have on the innocent citizens of the world. Starting by taking something very important from them:>The real plans for a supposed housing development by Vishkar.>A weapon being created by Helix Security.>Dangerous AI research being done by Zaki Robotics.>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.
>>1614251>A weapon being created by Helix Security.
>>1614251A weapon being created by Helix Security.
>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.
>>1614251>>A weapon being created by Helix SecurityHad a birdlike name or something.
>>1614251>Dangerous AI research being done by Zaki Robotics.
>>1614251>>Incriminating info on arms deals by Volskaya Industries.IT BEGINS--AGAIN!
>>1614261>>1614266>>1614274>>1614295>A weapon to surpass Metal Gear being created by Helix Security.Writing.
>>1614251A new weapon being created by Helix Security, an elite international peacekeeping contractor. You haven't figured out some of the details yet, but it's definitely some kind of high-tech power armor. Possibly a new version of their Raptora combat suits. The Mark II became famous around the world for the strength and firepower it could grant its users. But there are dark rumors about the new variant of the suit, and its purpose. If the rumors are true, this project has to be shut down before the suit can be used on ordinary people.You finish your cafe noir. Even if the place is a rogue's gallery, at least they make decent coffee.Someone in a hooded jacket and heavy sunglasses takes the seat opposite you. "How's the coffee in this place?""Better than the weather," you say, putting your cup down, and give the other half of the signal. "But they don't use the right beans."The woman flips back her hood, revealing a familiar shock of white hair, and pulls her shades up to her forehead. "Hey, kid.""Hey, Silver," you say. "Good to see you. Aren't you a little hot in that getup? It's almost forty degrees out.""Someday you'll learn you have to suffer for aesthetics, kid," she says, lighting a cigarette. "That and I've got enough replacement parts they found room for a cooling fan in there somewhere. How's things?" "Good. Was that you in the Volskaya plant last week? How did that go?""I was barely involved," she says. "If I'd had more to do with it, the job wouldn't have gone south the way it did.""Oh yeah? What happened?""Those dumb fucks tripped an alarm, and ..." Silver places two fingers to her temple and mimes firing a pistol. "Bam.""Ouch."Silver places her left hand and forearm on the table, a casual gesture to an outsider. But you know that under her hand is a drive containing the codes to Helix's research and development facility."Are you sure you want to do this, kid?" she says. "Breaking into abandoned tech-vaults is one thing. That stuff doesn't belong to anybody anymore, not really. Stealing from the big boys? It's a whole other game. You can't just walk away from this one. They'll be after you.">I know what I'm doing.>Thanks for the concern, but I can do this.>Don't treat me like a child.>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something.>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.>Hang around and have a drink, will you?
>>1614583>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something.>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>>1614583>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.We've got the skills to pay the bills
>>1614583>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.>Hang around and have a drink, will you?
>>1614583>Thanks for the concern, but I can do this.>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>>1614583>I can't stand by and let this happen. I have to do something
>>1614583>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.
>>1614583RAVEN YOU BASTARD I WAS GOING TO HEAD TO BED>I know what I'm doing.>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.>Try not to die of a heat stroke for me alright?
>>1614583>>Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I got this.>>Hang around and have a drink, will you?Man, Teen Titans Quest just finished and now this. Today has been a great day.
>>1614583She's got a point. This will be a step beyond anything you've done before. But you have to do this. Lives are at stake. If that weapon gets built and used -- "I can't just stand by and let this happen, Silver. I have to do something."Silver sizes you up through narrowed eyes, the curling smoke of her cigarette between you. She sighs and slides her hand across the table. "I always figured you were the moral type, kid. Just thought maybe you had the sense to avoid it." "Me too," you say. You deftly take the drive from the table at the moment she lifts her hand. "Guess we were both wrong. Don't worry about me, though. I'm used to being in over my head. Even Helix doesn't have security like the vaults. I can handle a few drones." You give Silver your best "charming rogue" smile. "I got this.""If you say so," she says, returning your smile despite herself. "Hakim sends his regards. He'll get in touch about the second half of the payment." She starts to stand up, then stops. "One last thing. This job is pretty hot. Helix is stirred up over something in Egypt. You might want to take a vacation for a week or two first, give the hornet's nest a chance to settle down. Those codes will still be good when you're ready." She gets up and straightens her jacket. "You've got what you need. I'd better get out of here.""Hey, come on," you protest. "Hang around and have a drink with me, will you? I know this great place I'd love to show you later.""I don't think so, kid," she says, still smiling. "Last time you almost charmed your way into my pants, and I've got a reputation as a cool and aloof woman of business. So I'm not giving you another chance. Not today, at least." She winks at you and saunters away, and you're pretty sure she's deliberately adding a sway to her hips."Try not to die of heat stroke out there," you call after her.(Continued)
>>1614792You get another coffee and start thinking about the job. These codes will get you through the most dangerous part of Helix's security system. And you've already got something for the second most dangerous part. That just leaves the third-most, which you'll probably have to deal with the old-fashioned way.Going over some schemes in your head, you can't help eavesdropping on the conversation between two large, tattooed thugs at the other table outside the cafe."This is the one who ruined the store job the other day?" asks the first thug, one with a shiny bald head and tribal tattoos."Yeah," grunts the second, a man with a thick beard. "She ain't even a cop or anything, just some chick. Dave says they were getting ready and she just walked right up to them. They went to get her out of the picture, but she pulled some ninja shit on them and took them all down. Dave got out of there before the cops showed up, but he's got a broken arm. The others are in jail. Cops can't pin the job on them, but they're looking at possession charges.""Fuckin' bitch," growls the first thug, the bald one. "So Hakim wants us to keep an eye out for her, does he? What does she look like?""Tough muscle chick with a biker jacket. Brown skin, brown hair with beads. And a tattoo right here." You glance over to see the bearded thug tap his face under his right eye. "Some kinda Egyptian thing."Hmm.You could ask them about it, and:>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.>Act snide, to show you're better than them.>Act polite, to show that you respect them.Or just:>Drink your coffee. It doesn't concern you.
>>1614837>Act polite, to show that you respect them.
>>1614837>>Act polite, to show that you respect them.
>>1614837>>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.
>>1614837>Act tough, to show you aren't afraid of them.>Respecting these thugs
>>1614837>>Drink your coffee. It doesn't concern you.
>>1614837>Act polite, to show that you respect them.I'm assuming this means polite respect in "thug language", not polite as in offputtingly fancy
>>1614837>Act snide, to show you're better than them.Why play nice with roid rage and someone poisoned by testosterone?
>>1614837You walk over to the other table. "Excuse me, sir--" you start to say."Huh?" The bald-headed thug turns around. "Did you just "sir" me?"The man pushes back his chair and stands to his full height, looking down at you in anger with his beady eyes. His tattoos ripple as he flexes his massive arms. "Do I look like a fuckin' "sir" to you?""Hey," growls the bearded thug. "Cool it. He's just a kid.""You heard," replies the bald thug. "Patronizing piece of shit--""Yeah, so? Who cares. Don't get all pissy about it." The beared thug turns away to take a drink of his coffee, and you're grateful that one of the two seems to be reasonable, before he adds, "Just kick his punk ass and throw him in the ditch."The bald thug grins down at you and crackles the knuckles in each fist.Not for the first time, you wish you were back in your comfortable room in Lijiang with the drones. All this international criminal stuff was a terrible idea, you think. You really should've just gotten a new dog.Sweating in the thug's shadow, you try to figure whether to pull the weapon out from under your shirt, or if it'll just escalate things, but if you don't you might just get your head crushed and die and that wouldn't be much of an end to the career of a wannabe master criminal, now would it--Both parties are distracted as a motorbike pulls up to the cafe and brakes to a halt.(Continues)
>>1614887I was WROOOOOONG
>>1614965we look like a gigantic fucking pussy thanks act polite voters
>>1614965Look at what you did polite voters. We look like a gigantic, sopping, walking vag because of you people
>>1614965The bike's powerful engine growls, then slowly fades, like a tiger settling down for a nap. Its black frame glistens with the reflection of the bright sky above. A woman steps down from the seat and snaps the kickstand. She reaches up to take off her helmet.And your world stops.Soundtrack: The Runaways -- Cherry Bomb (start at 0:21)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dqEh8OBQfmY#t=0m21sIt only lasts a few moments. You know that, logically. But watching that woman take off and lower her helmet, you could swear it lasts for hours. Everything slows down. You can see every strand of hair as she shakes out her dark tresses. The details of her fingers as she raises a hand to run through her hair. Her striking eyes which you can see even behind her sunglasses.The woman walks -- no, she doesn't walk, she struts, slinks, swaggers -- past you. All you can do is watch. Your imminent ass-kicking is completely forgotten in this reverie. She glances at you as she passes, and a faint smile quirks the corner of her mouth. You swallow, your throat suddenly dry.You should warn her, you think, as she enters the cafe. But you're paralyzed. Not even from fear, but from the holy vision you just received."Looks like it's your lucky day, punk," growls the bald man, and shoves you away. "Get lost. Don't let me see you again." The bearded man gets up, and they both move to enter the cafe--Another gangster comes flying out the open window. The holographic advertisments fizzle at his brief disruption. The gangster crashes into the table his two friends were just sitting at, and sprawls on the ground, moaning."Shit--" "Get in there!" The two thugs rush inside. Wary, but too intrigued to walk away, you follow.Inside is a scene of chaos and violence. On one side is a slim woman in her mid-twenties. On the other are a dozen gangsters, strong men with experience in street fighting, armed with bottles, chains, and knives.They seem to be evenly matched.As you watch, the woman turns into a judo throw and hurls a man who must be two hundred and eighty pounds over her shoulder. He strikes his back on the counter and slides to the ground, groaning. Three more are already on the ground.She's more than holding her own. But you see one of the thugs behind her, creeping up on her with a knife, and she hasn't spotted him.>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to.>Just drink your coffee. None of this is your problem.(Continued)
>>1614980>>1614887Chaos, we thought the same as this guy.
>>1614984their thugs you moron
>>1614982>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.Sap mode: Engaged.
>>1614982>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
>>1614982>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do
>>1614982>Just drink your coffee, because she can handle this.Does Logan recognize that this is Pharah yet or no?
>>1614982>Help the women, because it's the right thing to do.
>>1614982>>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
>>1614985Yeah, because the correct way to handle roid raging dipshits desperate for a fight is to give them an excuse to start one
>>1614982>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
Gimme a minute to get some coal for the hype train.
>>1614982>>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
>>1615003>>1614982>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.>Help the woman, and admit you're doing it because she's hot.
>>1615001that incident was gonna happen no matter what but at lest we wouldn't look like a giant fucking pussy
>>1614982>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to.This is old history. I think it's much more fun if she kicks our ass.
>>1615016You mean the corporate kiddie doesn't know how to talk to street thugs?
>>1615016>that incident was gonna happen no matter whatYou think that our QM is railroading us? Because I disagree.
>>1614982>Help the woman, because it's the right thing to do.
>>1614982>>Help the thugs to curry favor with their patron, Hakim, who you owe money to
>>1615025>You think that our QM is railroading usof course he railroading us in this instance its a flash back this technically already happenedcause we all know that this is gonna end with Seeker and Phara hooking up
>>1615019My sentiments exactly, but clearly no-one else agrees.
>>1615025>Approach angry thugs>Talk to them at allDo you expect any way of talking to not make them more mad?
>>1614982>Help the woman, and tell yourself it's because it's the right thing to do, although maybe you're just doing it because she's hot.Writing.
>>1615035Seeker and Pharah hooking up is the only part that happened in a railroady sense, everything else hasn't been set in stone.>>1615040No, I expected that we would act in-character instead of picking the optimal decision using meta-knowledge of angry thugs that Logan doesn't have. I like that most of us did this.And I also think, of the options there that involved approaching them, that it technically DID have the best result - even though the result is "beat him up", it's a lot better than the other results would have been, which I'm guessing are "teach this little shit a lesson" and "kill him"
>>1615058Gosh darn hormones i say
>>1615063dem hormones are 100% right
>>1615058Actually, roll to see how this goes. 1d10s, first three all count.
Rolled 1 (1d10)>>1615090k
Rolled 5 (1d10)>>1615090Rollin>>1615095AP(DFHAPSFVHWEGW}ERBGJS(OFWE}_G
Rolled 5 (1d10)>>1615090Here we->>1615095You son of a bitch
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>1615090
>>1615095Clearly Seeker was very much a beta before he joined Overwatch.
>>1615112you mean before he got the 'training'
>>1615112>>1615121Well good thing he didn't get caught before.
>>1615112Or someone shoots us in our perfect ass....OH GOD NO.>>1615121Eyebrowsofinnuendo.gif
>>1615133>we're doing the Nurse You Back To Health Flirting Scene, but genderbenti've never been happier to get a 1
>>1615138A single 1 isn't THAT bad.
>>1615154I think the last time we got a 1 Tracer nearly died.
>>1615154LAst time we got 1, our equipment broke
>>1614982You've got to help this woman, you decide. Because helping a righteous person fight back when they're being ganged up on is the right thing to do. It has nothing to do with how you think she's smoking hot, you tell yourself, or that smile she gave you as she walked past you. Nothing to do with that at all.You spot an empty glass on a chair next to you, pick it up, toss it once experimentally to check its weight, and hurl it full force at the thug sneaking up behind the woman. The glass whistles straight past his head, missing by inches. It at least forces him to pause, startled by the sudden missile hurtling past his head, and alerts the woman that there's a threat. She turns and delivers a side kick straight his chin, knocking him flat on the ground. She lowers her foot, looks over at the door, and sees you -- and smiles at you. Not the quick, seductive smirk she showed you earlier, but a real one. You feel heat rising in your cheeks.The woman suddenly frowns and calls, "Look out!" You duck just in time as a cricket bat comes whistling past the spot your head just occupied. A thug with an elaborate mustache chases after you, swinging the heavy sporting instrument. Whatever you might think of cricket as a sport, that bat will hurt like hell if he catches you. Grabbing up one of the nearby chairs, you toss it at him. He strikes it to the side, shouting, but you use the opening to dash forward, leap into the air, and plant a jump-kick square in his the chest. He staggers and leans against the wall, and you finish him off with a high kick.A minute or so later, the two of you are the only ones left standing. You might be breathing heavily with bloodied knuckles and some bruises, but judging from the pained moans coming from the thugs on the ground, you're better off than they are. "Thanks for the assist," the woman says, her voice rich and warm."You looked like you had it under control," you say, still trying to catch your breath. "But I thought it looked like a good opportunity to impress you.""Heh. You've got balls, little man, I'll give you that." She moves to stand in front of you, and you realize she's taller than you. Her eyes move up and down your body, appraising.You're interrupted by the sound of car engines. Through the window behind the bar, you see two cars pull up in the back alley and disgorge their contents of violence-ready gangsters."TIme to go," the woman says, picking up her motorcycle helmet off the bar. You follow her out the entrance. She walks to her motorbike, flips up the kickstand, and starts to get on. Then she stops. She looks back at you. "Want a ride, kid?">Go with her.>You go. I'll hold them off.>I'll take my chances on my own.
>>1615167>Go with her.
>>1615167>>Go with her.
>>1615158>>1615163>1 in a highly dangerous situation in which we are already battered against people with super powerful weapons>1 in a fight against some thugs
>>1615167>Go with her.catch a riiiideee?
>>1615167>>I'll take my chances on my own.
>>1615167>>Go with her.Muh dicc
>Go with her.
>>1615181Clearly, our Hero callsign should have been Black Cat--seems the shit just hits the fan at the best possible moments for us
>>1615167"Y-yeah," you say, hurrying after her. "A ride would be great. What do I--?""Get on behind me," she says, strapping her helmet on. "And hang on."You hear shouting from inside the cafe. Gunshots ring out, one of the bullets whistling past your head. Another pair of cars comes screeching around the nearby corner and head for the cafe.You get onto the rear of the bike seat, wondering if this dizzy feeling of exaltation is due to the near-death experience, or being about to ride a motorbike with a hot babe, or squeezing up next to that hot babe, or maybe all three. For a moment you think about where you should be putting your hands, until she reaches back, grabs one of your wrists, and pulls it around her waist. "Hold on tight, little man," she says, her voice muffled by the helmet. "Here we go."Soundtrack: Queens of the Stone Age -- Go With the Flowhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcHKOC64KnE#t=0m07sThe woman kicks the starter. Twists the handgrip. The engine roars to life like a enraged animal. The rear pipes spew exhaust. The tires squeal.The bike takes off like a rocket. The sensation of speed slams into you, and you're almost pulled off the bike. You can only stay on by hugging your arms tightly around the woman's waist. She wasn't playing around when she told you to hold on tight. Wind whips past you at an incredible speed, your eyes tearing up immediately. This is why you normally wear a helmet for this sort of thing--!The gangsters are driving souped-up variants of older models that can actually keep pace with a monster of a bike like this. Soon you're out of the city altogether, driving down a lonely road in the badlands, between arid cliffs and rocky spires, high up into the Atlas mountain range.Hakim's thugs follow in dogged pursuit. Their cars are slightly faster than the woman's bike, and they gain ground on the straightaways, but the woman makes up for it with her superior handling on the turns. She takes a big corner at high speed, the bike tilting underneath. The g-forces tug at you. You whoop as she pulls out of the turn at the end.She turns her head. "Like that, little man?" She calls back to you."Hell yeah I like it!""That's nothing yet," she calls. The road continues to climb. "We're coming up on the Dades Gorge, and I'm not slowing down. Hope you've got a change of pants."A gorge sounds scary, but really, how bad could it be?(Continued)
>>1615312The road comes into view."I changed my mind!" you shout."It's only a dozen gangsters, we can take them -- OOHHHH SHIIIIIT--!!"The woman laughs like a madman as she speeds into a ludicrously sharp corner, the first of many on your way down to the gorge.(Continued)
>>1615328Some time later, after the woman's ditched the gangsters and pulled off to the side of the road. You finish puking into the rocks, wipe your chin off, and head back to where she's checking over the bike."That was some real driving," you say. "Is that bike gasoline-powered? I didn't think they made these anymore.""They don't," she says, still looking at the bike. "It's an antique. I put her back together myself, with the help of a friend. No substitute for these old engines." She turns around, that half-smile on her face again. "You finished? Get it all out?"You laugh weakly. "Yeah. I've done some crazy stunts before, but plunging headlong into a gorge on a motorbike at high speed is a new one. Guess my stomach wasn't too thrilled about it."She takes off her jacket, then pops up the seat of the bike and retrieves two cans of coffee. She hands one to you, then puts the seat back and sits down on the bike, draping the jacket over her shoulder.In all your life, you've never seen anything so badass as this woman right now."So what's your story?" she asks, cracking the can of coffee.>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.>Introduce yourself, but give a fake name and background.>Just a boy away from home.>I could ask you the same thing.>I recognize you from somewhere.>Thanks for the ride.>What brings you to Morocco?>What's your beef with Hakim?
>>1615371>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.
>>1615371>>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.>>Just a boy away from home.
>>1615371>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.>Just a boy away from home.Awkward coolguy ahoy
>>1615371>>I could ask you the same thing.>>I recognize you from somewhere.
>>1615371>>Just a boy away from home.>Thanks for the ride.>What's your beef with Hakim?
>>1615371>>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.>Thanks for the ride.>What brings you to Morocco?Wow Seeker how did you land Fareeha she's so out of your league you dumb putz
>>1615371>I could ask you the same thing.>I recognize you from somewhere.
>>1615371>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway
>>1615371>Introduce yourself, and tell the truth. Some of it, anyway.>What brings you to Morocco?
>>1615382She's just the best.
>>1615371"Just a boy away from home," you say, opening your own canned coffee. "I'll spare you the dirty details. Short version is I grew up with the corps, but I walked away from that. Now I'm a vaulter. Know what that is?""You're a thief," she says. "I prefer to think of myself as a treasure hunter.""You break into the old sealed-up laboratories and loot them. Like what they tried to do with the Longinus Institute." She takes a sip of her coffee. "Is that where you got that piece of yours? Looks pretty fancy from what I can see." She raises an eyebrow, that half-smile appearing again. "Want to show me your weapon?"You grin and take out your weapon for her -- that is, the gunblade you had tucked in to a holster under your shirt. "What do you think? Vintage Ares M-Tech, two-stage modular weapon." You spin the weapon around your finger one way, the elaborate mechanisms transforming it from gun to sword, then spin it back the other way, and it changes back. "Pretty neat, huh?""Boys and their toys," she says, amused. "What kind of power source does it use?""Miniaturized magneton furnace, second-gen.""How does it compare to milspec these days?""From what I understand, pretty fucking good.""Eh. I guess it's all right." The woman looks away, acting nonchalant, but you're pretty sure she's actually impressed."So ..." You sit down on a mid-sized rock next to the bike. "What brings you to Morocco?"She shrugs. "Nowhere else to be.""What do you mean? Is this like a vacation for you, or --?"The woman laughs, a trace of bitterness seeping into her voice. "You could say that, yeah. A long vacation. No destination. No end date." She gestures at the bike. "Just the road.""Sounds cool to me, but you don't sound to happy about it.""I had a job lined up for me. More than a job, really." She looks out at the distant horizon. "It didn't happen. So now I'm travelling. That's all there is to it."You sit in silence for a moment, putting the pieces together, then say, "I just now realized where I recognize you from.""Yeah?" She looks over, her eyes unreadable behind the sun's reflection in her shades."It's okay if you don't want me to say it," you tell her. "I can let you just be some badass girl who picked me up on a bike who I never saw again. But," you say, realizing as you do that it's true, "I don't want to leave it there."She doesn't say anything for a few moments, and you wonder if you ruined it all by saying that. Eventually she says, "Thanks for your help. Back at the cafe.""Glad to help, though I'm not sure you really needed me. I should be thanking you for letting me hitch a ride out of there. If there's something I can do to pay you back, let me know."She looks you up and down again. "I can think of something."Your heart beats a little faster. "You mean--?"Fareeha's smile grows predatory. "Where are you staying?"
>>1615450That's where we fade to black for tonight, anons. I'll be back tomorrow to resume Overwatch Quest #20 and our Pharah x Seeker flashback sequence. Hope you're enjoying yourselves, and thanks for playing.
>>1615458thanks for runningI love that Seeker is Jail bait
>>1615458Thanks bruh. My heart might not handle thisI love that Pharah felt like a cougar
>>1615450Pharah confirmed for best girl. Thanks for running dude.
So speculation Pharah Seeker goes bad when he keeps doing petty crime and she decides to join 'corporate' siding with Helix because she wants to be special and get a nifty jet pack suit?
BTW, we are still Bandit right?Or raven retconned it to seeker
>>1615478I don't think we picked a call sign yet when this flash back takes place
>>1615481aight, just checkin
>>1615463Seeker is 21 in this flashback I think.
>>1615458So are.. we getting lewed right now?
>>1615484I'm not sure but I think Seeker is like 19>>1615458Raven how old is Seeker in this flashback
>>1615485yep we getting lewdedsince she gave us a ride now we have to give a ride "if you know what I mean"
>>1615478>>1615481You are not yet known as Bandit or Seeker. The three years in between now and the "present day" of the quest is when you earn the Bandit name, and it retroactively becomes tied to your reputation as a vaulter.>>1615484>>1615489You are 21, and this is three years before the quest, when you are 24.>>1615485>>1615504https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izGwDsrQ1eQ
>>1615540>Careless WhisperTOP KEKMarvin Gaye works as well
>>1615458Welp. RIP Tracer and Mercy. You had a good run.Thanks for the thread OP!
>>1615977When Raven decided that Seeker heard Cherry Bomb when he first saw Pharah, I was pretty sure that she was the true waifu. Careless Whisper sealed the deal.
>>1615977>>1616229>somehow this ends all the debates
>>1615450That afternoon, you took Fareeha back to your room at the hotel.For the three days since -- or is it four? -- neither of you have left the room.It's a small but comfortable place, with walls painted in blue oriental mosaic, and a bed with plain white sheets. There are two small chairs, a round wooden table, a kitchenette, and a small bathroom with an open shower.But the bed is where you spend most of your time.You order meals, booze, and drugs via room service. Hotel employees know where to find everything, and they start getting used to you answering the door half-clothed. Whenever the noise complaints from adjacent rooms become insistent, you give the young bellhop a handshake containing a sizeable bribe, and go back into the room, to continue unabated.The large windows have to be left open in this heat, and a squeaky ceiling fan does its best to circulate the air, but the room still stinks to high heaven of that particular funk that arises when two people have been going at it like animals in heat for days in a single room. The sounds you two make, the cries and rhythmic thumpings, sometimes drift through the open windows to the street below, where the elderly smile or shake their heads, depending on their opinion of young love.Right now it's late afternoon, and you're standing at the window, wearing nothing but a pair of loose pants and a beer in your hand, enjoying the view of the streets of Marrakesh and the faint coolness of the breeze on your bare chest. You turn around and lean against the windowsill, looking down at the bed. Fareeha lays there, still lost in the post-coital haze of afterglow. Her nakedness is only half-covered by white sheets, and you admire her athletic body. She spots you looking at her, and a flushed smile spreads across her face. "Hey. That was good. Really good.""I'm a man of many talents," you say, and take a drink of cold beer, the bottle wet with consendation from the heat. You give her a sly smile. "I knew you figured I was some fresh-faced kid you could pump and dump, y'know. Had to give you a good reason to want to keep me around.""It's a good reason," she agrees. "Where did you learn this stuff? I didn't take you for the experienced type.""I had a girlfriend," you say. "Sort of. It's complicated. I don't want to get into it. There's only one girl I want to be thinking about right now."You sit down at the table, push aside an empty liquor bottle, and open your room service box to start polishing off the last of the couscous, a Moroccan specialty: essentially beef and vegetable stew over wheat rice. "Have to order another box of this soon..""Maybe two or three boxes," Fareeha says. "We're getting a lot of exercise, and it's hot as blazes. Ugh. I'm sweaty as hell," she says in disgust, wiping the sweat off her thigh. "I'm gonna take another shower." She gets up, the sheet falling from her, and you watch her cross the room, naked, and disappear into the bathroom.(Continued)
>>1617784How did you get so lucky? you wonder, not for the first or last time, then remind yourself not to question providence. Don't try to understand it. Just let it happen.The three of you haven't talked much. That is, you've certainly said things to each other. Things like "yes" or "more" or "do it now oh fuck yesss". But you haven't really had much of a conversation. You've been busy. But maybe it's time to bring it up.You know now that she's Fareeha Amari, the daughter of Ana Amari, captain and second in command of Overwatch. Back in the days of Overwatch's ascendancy, everyone with even a passing familiarity with the team's exploits knew about Captain Ana's daughter. That she was a prodigy, a fierce fighter even as a young girl, destined to one day be a force for good just like her mother. She grew up being groomed to take over her mother's position, and when she came of age, joined the Egyptian army for experience in the expectation that one day soon, she would join the agency.That day never came. Ana Amari went missing, presumed dead. Overwatch disbanded. The agents drifted apart. And Fareeha Amari faded into obscurity.You had no idea what had happened to her until now, when you found her riding a old-fashioned gas-powered motorbike through the dusty mountain roads of Morocco.When finishes her shower, maybe you'll ask her about:>Growing up with Overwatch.>The dark days when the agency fell apart.>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.>Her plans for the future, long-term.>Her plans for the future, short-term.>What drink she wants to order. Stay focused on the now.
>>1617784I know I'm in the minority but can we have less slice of life and more base building and plot progression
>>1617790>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.>Her plans for the future, long-term.>What too order this time?>>1617791Fuck off, This is adorable.
>>1617790>Her plans for the future, short-term.>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.
>>1617790>>Growing up with Overwatch.Start off with some softball pillow talk questions. Let's ask how it was like being raised by a half dozen homicidal maniacs with a blank check courtesy of the UN!
>>1617794>hedonistic shit to appease Pharahfags>adorableGo to /d/ if you want to fap
>>1617790>The dark days,when the agency fell apart.>What this motorbike road trip thing is about.>Her plans for the future, short-term.
>>1617790>>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.>>Her plans for the future, long-term.>>What to order this time?>>1617791>>1617806Bro, come on, this is great.>>1617784Gif related.
>>1617806>Accusing me of being a PharahfagSlice of life is adorable, I personally hate Pharah. I'm a MercyFag.
>>1617810If you want to read overwatch smut, it's just a google search away. If you want a decent quest about rebuilding overwatch, this is the only one that exists. I just wish we moved away from slice of life and towards the more important plot points.
>>1617790>Her plans for the future, long-term.
>>1617816We are literally doing backstory, and establishing why and how Seeker is so close to Pharah. This was already heavily implied in the earlier threads, and now being explicitly stated. It also shows the distinct change that Pharah had on the MC.>>1617814I mean, Mercy is cute 'n all, but I like Pharah in this story.
>>1617790>What this whole motorbike road trip thing is about.>Her plans for the future, long-term.>What drink to order.Writing.
So if we ever meet Ana again once we come back to the present, what the hell do we tell her about our history with her daughter? How would she react? Would she push us for grandchildren?
>When you really want Mercy to win the Seekerbowl but Pharah feels more fitting This is troubling
>>1617863this is the start of their relationship its always nice in the beginning the ending is gonna look like a giant blood bath where shit is said and you cant take it back
>>1617863This is how shit starts, How it ends is always super shitty.
>>1617784>You order meals, booze, and drugsdrugsuhh whatthat better be like the day after pill
>>1617860She,already knows who we are. A few threads back it's implied that Ana kept an eye on him when they were dating.
>>1617863Remember, earlier thread established that this went south
>>1617894>>1617875>>1617871I know shit goes south but having them get back together after all those years through Overwatch just makes the romantic in me feel happy
>>1617898Anon, i'm sorry to tell you this but normally those 'second' chances end up really bad.
>>1617790A few minutes later, Fareeha emerges from the shower, still naked, towelling off her hair. She drips beads of water onto the floor as she crosses the room on bare feet, and flops back down onto the bed with a sigh of contentment."What drink should we order next?" you say, starting small. "We're just about out of the tequila and the rum."She waves off your question. "Too hot to think," she grumbles. "You decide.""All right, I'm gonna order us some fruity drinks with curly straws and a little umbrella, sound good?"Fareeha picks up one of the pillows and throws it at you."Scotch whiskey it is," you say. You pick up the room phone and dial in the code that sends your order to the room service guys downstairs. "So, Fareeha. Tell me about this road trip of yours. If I remember the history articles right, you were still in the Egyptian army when ... when all that stuff went down. What makes a woman give up a rising military career to drive a bike around in the dusty mountains of Morocco?"Fareeha doesn't say anything for a few moments, and you wonder if you messed up asking about her personal life and motivations. Eventually she says, "I didn't know what I was doing there anymore. My whole life I was pointed in one direction, like an arrow in a bow."She pushes herself up, gets up off the bed, and stretches. "Suddenly all that was gone. I couldn't figure it out from where I was. I had to get away. See things from a new angle. You know what I mean?""I really do," you say, thinking about that night when you fled your home, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind."I was already building the bike, in my spare time. Torbjorn -- you know, the dwarf engineer, used to be in Overwatch? We stayed in touch a little, and he helped me out. So the bike was ready to go. One day I just ..." She shakes her head. "Just got sick of it all. Handed in my resignation, effective immediately. Normally you can't do that in the military, but I was convicing.""I'm sure you made a persuasive case," you say, wondering if she used her mother's name and reputation to intimidate them, or just her own fists."It got to be a real shouting match, but in the end, they accepted the papers. I got on my bike and started driving." She looks down at her hands. "And I just kind of ... never stopped."Damn," you say. "What about the future, though? Do you have any plans, long-term? Can't just ride with the wind forever.""Can't I?" she snaps, a little too harshly."Sorry," you say. She sighs and rubs her forehead. "No, I'm sorry. That question's a touchy subject because I don't know the answer. I'd tell you if I knew, but I don't." She sits down on the edge of the bed near you, your knees almost touching. "Pour me the rest of that rum, will you?"(Continued)
>>1617898>just makes the romantic in me feel happyI know where your coming from anon
>>1617903You fill up a tumbler with rum and hand it to her. She takes it and has a drink, then raises her long, brown legs, crosses them, and props her feet in your lap, looking at you over the rim of her glass."Hey, watch the merchandise," you tell her, shifting her feet a little, and she grins into her glass as she takes another drink."So, little man. You already know my life story from the vids. Why don't you tell me something about yourself? All I know about you is you said you grew up in the corps, and now you fancy yourself a treasure hunter."Your experience with women is still limited, but you know there's one thing you don't talk to them about -- other women. So instead, you tell her about:>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>Growing up as an executive heir.>Your fucked-up family.>Raiding the tech vaults.>The Helix job you have planned. (Skirt the details)>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)>Something evasive, and stay a man of mystery.
Love this quest first time actually on time, and gotta say Pharah or Athena those are the Waifu options
>>1617909>Your fucked-up family.>Raiding the tech vaults.
>>1617909>Your fucked-up family.>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)She betrays us for an in with Helix.
>>1617909>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>Raiding the tech vaults.Inconsequential detail personal enough to seem to matter but not revealing enough
>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>Your fucked-up family. I feel she could relate
>>1617909>Raiding the tech vaults.>The Helix job you have planned. (Skirt the details)
>>1617909>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>Growing up as an executive heir.>Raiding the tech vaults.
>>1617909>>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>Growing up as an executive heir.>Your fucked-up family.These three seem like a good place to start as any. YOu don't lead in with the scheme--you get there after buttering 'em up a bit!
>>1617909>>Being an Overwatch fanboy as a kid.>>Growing up as an executive heir.and then leaving because of>>Your fucked-up family.
>>1617909>Growing up as an executive heir.>Your fucked-up family.>The Helix job you have planned. (Tell her the whole thing.)
>>1617909"Well ... like I said, I grew up with the corps. I'm not just a keypuncher or a cog, though," you say, referencing the derivative slang for office drones and maintenance workers. "I'm the son of an executive. My mother's kind of a big deal. My dad's just an engineer.""Isn't that weird?" Fareeha says. "I thought execs mostly married other execs.""They do. To me, that says she must have really loved him at some point, to have married outside her elite caste for him. I knew that must be true, even as a kid. Which made it even worse when I saw her shout at him, or strike him. He never raised a hand to defend himself.""Sorry to hear that."You pour the rest of the tequila into your own tumbler, watching the amber liquid swirl. "It's fine. That was hardly the only fucked-up thing about my childhood. Most people, when they think about execs, they just think about the lavish lifestyle, how they could have any luxury they ask for, their every whim indulged.""And?" Fareeha asks. "Is it like that?""In the material world? Absolutely. You live in high towers, sleep on beds of sophisticated memory foam that analyzes your sleep patterns, wake up to lavish meals with optimal nutrition content. Your every physical need catered to by the most expensive servants, both drones and humans. Of course ..."You drum your fingers on the table. "There's the other side. The responsibility side. The side where you grow up training in fencing, because you might have to fight off an assassin someday. Where your own mother poisons you at the dinner table to teach you a lesson about testing your food. Where you cut yourself off from real human relationships, not trusting anyone you know, even your own family. Because everything is about money and power. Everything."It wasn't all bad," you admit, reflecting on the few happy times. "I had a dog, and the drones kept me company. I even had a pair of friends for a time. And of course, I had Overwatch." You laugh, remembering how your room used to look with all the posters and action figures. "I was kind of a fanboy, to be honest. They seemed like everything I wasn't. Strong, dynamic, self-reliant. And most of all, free."A sigh escapes you, as you think of that news broadcast you watched three years ago. "Of course, that turned out to be an illusion, like so many other things. We all saw Overwatch's puppet strings get cut when the U.N. disbanded them. But at the time, at least, they gave me something to believe in. They gave me hope.""They gave hope to a lot of people. But in the end, they couldn't give it to themselves." She laughs, bitterly. "Of course, in the end, hope's a double-edged sword. Overwatch gave me plenty of hope. Then The Petras Act was passed, and my dreams all turned into ash.""Same here," you admit.
Also I finally was able to catch up and participate, at least a little... Yay.
>>1617989You say,>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.>Do you blame the United Nations?>I hear things were on edge between Morrison and Reyes at the end.
>>1617992>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>But this way, you got to meet me.
>>1617992>>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.>Do you blame the United Nations?
>>1617992>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me.
>>1617992>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>Sure, but this way, you got to meet me, and I got to meet you.I had to add to it just felt right
>>1617992>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.>>Do you blame the United Nations?And if it was actually implied (please confirm Ravenking) >And I know that my mother had a hand in making sure the Act passed.
>>1617992>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>Do you blame the United Nations?.
>>1617992>Who knows maybe they'll reform again or something. when the world needs them most.>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwtch
>>1617992>>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother.Ask her how she was like away from the cameras and reporters. Ask her about Ana Amari the person.
>>1618001>>1618005Sure, brings up the thing she probably does not want on her mind right now
>>1617989>I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch.>I hear things were on edge between Morrison and Reyes at the end>Do you blame the United Nations?
>>1618001I think this was the original fan-made concept for Seeker's mother as a powerful politician who helped enable the act's passing. I did end up making mother a powerful woman, just in a different way. She isn't involved in the U.N's decision unless I change my mind later
>>1617989>Learning how to fence>Genji can you teach me sword, I just flail aboutwhat happened to our fencing lessons?
>>1617992>>Do you blame the United Nations?
>>1618017Gif related.>>1618027Raven never said we were good. Just that we had a tutor.
>>1618027Gunblade is not a fencing blade
>>1618031Neither is a Katana. And the basics of swording are universal.
>>1617992"I'm sorry you never got to join Overwatch," you say. "Do you blame the U.N.?"Fareeha shrugs. "I don't know. I was in the army at the time, so I didn't have much contact. But things were weird at the end. Bad weird. Overwatch was going down a dark road. Somebody had to stop them.""They say things were pretty bad between Morrison and Reyes.""That's one way of putting it," she says, and takes a drink of rum. "I hoped they'd find some way to bury the hatchet, but it never happened.""They probably had a hard time keeping it together without your mother--""The last thing I want to talk about," growls Fareeha. "Is my mother. I think this little history lesson has gone on long enough, don't you?""Okay, you're right. I'll just say this. I know how it feels to be groomed your whole life for a position and end up somewhere totally unexpected. In some ways, it's different for me. You got forced out, while I chose this. But I still get where you're coming from."You take a moment to try to figure out how to express this. "We were both born into a certain world, for a certain purpose. We spent our whole lives preparing to fulfill that purpose. And then we ended up on the outside, doing something else. So I understand."To lighten the mood a little, you add, "But because of all that, you got to meet me!" You grin and point at yourself with your thumb. "So clearly it was all worth it."Fareeha rolls her eyes, but you catch her trying to hide a smile.(Continued)
>>1618053You take a drink yourself, trying to work up the courage to say this. "You know, I was joking. But I -- I mean it too. We both walked fucked up paths to get to where we are now. But I'm glad that I found you here. A-and I hope you're glad you found me."She takes a moment to think about it. You get the feeling she doesn't hesitate so much as take all the time she needs to be sure. Eventually, she nods, and says confidently, "Yeah. I am."She sounds serious up until the moment she grins and reaches forward to tousle your hair. "I needed a new boy toy. Now that I know you're some bigshot executive's son, you make an even grander prize." You blush as she pats you on the head."Anyway, enough about the past." Fareeha pats the bed beside her.You drain your tequila in one go, slam the glass down, and sit in the indicated spot, right next to her. She squeezes up close to you, circling your waist with one arm. "Now," she says, raising the other hand and tracing your jawline with a fingertip. "Do that thing again.""You mean this ...?" You touch her in a certain way, in a certain place."Yes ... oh god ..."(Continued)
>>1618053Thanks Mom voter for the insensitive topic
>>1618057Only 2 people voted for it.
>>1618060And it got included because of that
>>1618056>Somehow we didn't knock her up IS THE REASON IT FELL APART CAUSE OF A MISCARRIAGE?
>>1618067YOU MADE ME SEE THATTHAT FUCKING MEMORYGOD FUCKING DAMMIT
>>1618056Soundtrack: Astrud Gilberto - Goodbye Sadness (Tristeza)https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCGKgbOyetYThe next few weeks are a blissful blur of being with Fareeha, under the Mediterranean sun. Sometimes you're riding on the back of her motorbike, tightly holding her around the waist, watching the countrysides of Europe and North Africa go by. Sometimes you're walking on the beach, hand in hand. Sometimes you're beating up a gang of thugs who tried to mug the wrong tourists. The one constant is you're together.You ride behind Fareeha through the hills of Tuscany, between fields of wildflowers and poppies and long green rows of vineyards. You spend the night in an abandoned farmhouse, sharing bottles of wine and telling stories, until finally you go for a roll in the hay, in both senses of the phrase.You pass through the busy streets of Tunisia, riots of colors and scents and voices. In a bazaar you find rich traditional tapestries in one stall, mounds of brightly colored spices in another, experimental electronic devices in the next. You try your hand at Arab-style bargaining and fail miserably, Pharah laughing as she takes over for you and haggles ruthlessly in fluent Arabic. Later that night at a festival, after Pharah tries stubbornly and repeatedly to win a stuffed Pachimari doll at a rigged carnival game and fails, you subtly shoplift the thing for her. The look on her face when you present it to her a few minutes later is something you'll never forget.You walk hand in hand between white-painted buildings on the stone streets of Ilios, windmills slowly turning on the hills above, and gazing out at the azure sea of the Aegean below. You spend the evening crashing a fabulous rooftop party of high-rollers and celebrities, watching the stars, partaking of the hors d'oeuvres, and making out with Fareeha, wondering when your generous hosts will realize that nobody here knows you. (Continued)
>>1618072One morning in Ilios, Fareeha says, "I have to do some things this afternoon. Alone.""Things?" you ask, curious. You've barely split up since that day at the cafe. "Things.""All right, miss mysterious. If you don't want to say, that's fine.""This evening, though, I -- I'd like to meet you. At that cafe, with the view. Nine o'clock." She seems unusually hesitant all of a sudden. "I've got something to tell you.""Okay," you say, wondering if you should be worried or elated. "Can't you just tell me now?"She shakes her head, not meeting your eyes. "I've got to see this through first.""All right, Fareeha. I'll see you tonight, at the cafe. You've got my number. Call me if anything comes up.""Thanks, Logan." She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before turning and walking away. "See you tonight." You watch her leave, the way her white dress shifts in the wind, outlining the graceful and strong figure underneath, before she turns a corner and vanishes.Your phone beeps. For a moment, you think it's her, and she's being cute, calling you right away. Then you realize it's the pattern for your secure line. The one you use for business. Suddenly conscious you haven't thought about the heist at all for quite some time, you answer. "Yeah?"You hear a woman inhale on a cigarette before saying, "It's Silver. What the fuck are you doing, kid?""I -- I'm on vacation. Like you said.""I said one or two weeks. You realize it's been over twenty days?"You lower your phone for a moment and flip to the calender. Holy shit. "Uh, I got kind of caught up in something.""It's fine, kid. But your window is about to close. I can help, but it's gotta be tonight at nine sharp. Meet me at the docks. I've got you a ride to the Helix facility.""Tonight at nine?" you say. "Isn't there maybe--""It has to be tonight. Heh, what is it? You got a hot date or something?""Actually ...""Fuckin' hell. Kid, you realize Hakim has advanced you money on this, right? If you don't come through with this, his boys are going to come down on you like a ton of bricks. They don't have the resources the corps have, but they're big fucking fish in this pond. If you value your skin, don't cross them." A pause as she takes another drag. "Hell, you're an idiot. I should just leave you twisting in the wind. Here I am trying to help you.""I'm sorry, Silver. I know I'm idiot. Thanks for trying to help.""Yeah, well. Good luck, kid. If you survive, you can repay the favor someday." She hangs up.You stare at the phone in your hand.Fuck.
>>1618085>Tfw you stood her up when she wanted to marry you.I'M GONNA GET THIS RIGHT ONE DAY.
>>1618085>Follow your heart and meet with Pharah at nine.>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?>Leave her behind. Do the job.
>>1618091>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
>>1618091I'm leaving you with this choice for tonight, anons. When I return tomorrow, we'll find out what happens.Thanks for playing.
>>1618085>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? Tell her you're a criminal.
>>1618091>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?>Leave a note at the place you're supposed to meet to be dropped off if we don't make it.
>>1618091>>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?This is where it all goes wrongEverything is kill
>>1618091>Leave her a written note.>Leave her behind do the job
>>1618091Follow your heart
>>1618091>>Leave her behind. Do the job.
>>1618091>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
>>1618077>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?I'm hoping that if we are more honest she'll have a better memory of us when we return to the present.
>>1618091>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?when presented choice between two evils - DRITTER WEG
>Leave her behind. Do the job.
>>1618091This -> >>1618104
>>1618091>>Leave her behind. Do the job
>>1618085>Leave her behind.Do the job.
>>1618091>Leave her behind. Do the job
>>1618091>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?Can't we just text her saying we'll be late, and to reschedule for tomorrow?
>>1618091Eh fuck it, changing my vote to >Leave her behind. Do the job.
>>1618085>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?
>>1618085oh this is going to go so fucking bad I'm going to have to shoot myself in the foot to make sure I'm not in a nightmare.but lets do it how all the bad tragedies do it. lets go find our GF in a compromising position we wont like>track her down ahead of time
>>1618085>Leave her behind. Do the job.Leave a note making it resoundingly clear we HAVE had to go to our job and that it is a rather dodgy one, we hope to tell her about our later life when/if we get back. Leave our number. Make sure the tone is regretful and the next drinks are on us
>>1618091>>1618091>>1618116Switching to>Try to find track her down ahead of time, so you can -- do what? give her a bullshit excuse? tell her you're a criminal?Can't we just call her?
Manit's gonna be a lot harder to recruit her with all this baggage.
>>1618091Call her and tell her about your buisiness
>>1618487yeah seriously, thing are going to be so awkward when the amari's join up.
>>1618033I've fenced and studied Kendo. Literally nothing alike.
>>1618508Both of which are different from broadsword. Hell, even within fencing there are major differences. You can always tell when people don't know what they are talking about.
>Leave behind a note explaining something major came up and that we can give an explanation when we get back, hoping she at least for give us. After all it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission, right?
*Forgive, stupid auto correct
Also, not to but in with the sword / sword fighting styles argument but here are my two cents.The shape of the blade determines it's fighting style and the fighting style determines the shape of the blade.You want a weapon to use for quick reflexes and dodging use a rapier / fencing swordYou want to hack and slash your way to victory, go with a long swordWant to dual wield weapons to throw off your opponent, use short swords or knives.Want to deal as much damage in a single swing and have the strength to wield a large and heavy weapon, use a cleaver or claymore.Now I'm sure I got quite a bit wrong in this post, but I'm sure it gets the point across well enough
>>1618584Yeah you get the gist of it, you're right about not getting everything right but that's fine.One thing my autism won't let me neglect however is the dual wielding bit. Dual wielding was never used in combat, sometimes in duels but you would never duel wield in a pitched battle.You gain literally no advantage from a second weapon, you can only make one attack motion at a time and if you attack with both weapons at once you leave yourself very exposed to a counter. If your opponent has a shield and you strike it with both weapons he is going to poke you in the stomach and you'll die a slow painful death. If you alternate weapons on his shield you don't double your attack speed, you could attack as fast with one hand.The only time two weapons was really used would be a rapier and main gauche in musketeer times, and like I said they didn't fight pitched battles like that but duels. You won't find medieval paintings of knights dual wielding.
>>1618596No no no it's totally viable, you just have to be a superhuman who outclasses your every opponent combined in strength, agility, and technique by a laughably absurd factor.
Yes again I admit to knowing basically nothing when it comes to swords, and I know dual wielding is too impractical to actually use, just trying to make a point even though it is terriblely wrong is a lot of aspects.
>>1618596This is bs, if you have two swords you can attack twice as fast, it's that simple. Elite historical fighters like Miyamoto Musashi knew this, you just need training and skill, something which western fighters didn't have.
>>1618823No you can't. A swing is a swing is a swing, doesn't matter which hand you use.Only benefit to a second weapon is exploiting weaknesses and mistakes.
>>1618091>Leave her behind. Do the job.
>>1618823if you dual wield, it's much easier for an opponent to get through your defense, as your force will be spread through 2 different blades. while when using single weapons, or a sword and shield, the fore is greater behind the blade, or the attack is spread through the shield. after all, one good attack is all it really took to put someone out of commission back then.
>>1619014Interesting how this went from a quest to a discussion on combat
>>1618091>Do the JobEither chose the girl or the job anons. Raven ain't gonna make us find her.
>>1619216all three options are gonna end the relation ship its just a matter of how
>>1619283>>1619283Exactly we all know how this ends might as well not be wishy washy about it and choose the job. We can't save this
>>1619283Yeah I just feel like do the job makes seeker a cunt.
>>1619305ya but how it end is up too uswe leave her: we get a heartless bastard kinda of endWe follow our heart: we get a she leaves us kind of endwe try and tell her: We get a she was playing us the entire time kind of thing and we both feel betrayedwell that how I see it anyways
>>1619313Not really a cunt though. This is basically choosing between a girl or doing the right thing (i.e stopping the corp from developing new weapon for who knows what). If he chose the latter does it makes him a cunt for wanting to pursue the good of others over his own self-satisfaction?
inb4 she wants to meet to break it off
>>1619323>Not really a cunt thoughI'm gonna disagree with you therestanding up the girl you are having a whirlwind romance with is pretty cunt move
>>1619325I'm pretty sure that's the intended purpose
>>1619323Bailing on 'please meet me here at 9.' and she made it seem important. Feels cuntish.Also worried: we're raiding Helix. She probably left for a job at helix.Might be getting her rocket suit. we might be trying to steal it. We know how that pans out, and she seems to be a bit bull headed.
>>1619329And chosing self satisfaction over the greater good is not a cunt move?
>>1619335Greater good? Seeker looting a tech lab isn't the greater good. It's personal gain that he spins as 'good' to make himself feel better.
>>1619346God forbid a Quest character ever be decisive and do anything that might make someone mad.
>>1619353Putting words in my mouth or?
>>1619335nobody said we couldn't be a person
>>1619346Eh? How do you know that? Is that what is written for being Seeker's motivation? Either option makes a cunt of us for different reason.
>>1619356That is the action people always vote for. Just like you are now
>>1619360I'm saying that's how I read seeker at the moment. His theft of one weapon isn't going to stop them from making more or doing the bad things that they do, do. It's largely self enrichment. He's 'bandit' at the moment. He's targeting the bad guys. But I'd say that in the grand scheme of things he's being selfish. I think he turns that around once he hooks up with overwatch a few years down the road.>>1619373How is what I've voted for being indecisive? It's not. It doesn't say, "Don't do the job!" As I read it, it's a warn Pharah you can't stick around till 9 and clear the air.You said, "God forbid a Quest character ever be decisive and do anything that might make someone mad."So if it's the mad thing, I don't care if it makes her mad necessarily, I just think it's a dick move to say, "Hey I'll be here!" Then fuck off.
>>1619383You are voting for the middle ground option. The middle ground wins almost every vote. I'm not saying that isn't why you vote for it, just an observation. Also you are wrong, we aren't Bandit yet.
quick statement that I think we can all agree on I don't think Raven should ever have a vote like this again not because of the current argument but because it leaves it open to abuse and we can all agree that's a bad thing.
>>1619387The way you're arguing it sounds like, "Pick a side for the sake of not choosing the middle ground!"I'm aware of the middle ground fallacy. I just don't think it's an issue in this instance.
>>1619383>It's largely self enrichment. He's 'bandit' at the moment. He's targeting the bad guys. But I'd say that in the grand scheme of things he's being selfish. I think he turns that around once he hooks up with overwatch a few years down the road.First of, we ain't Bandit yet. Second, you are wrong anout this being self-enrichment. Thread one in the character introduction before we even met Soldier and have Tracer recruit us we've been described as someone who has gained a lot of money stealing but always become poor to evade the authorites or because we gave it all away to the needy.
>>1619394Oh no absolutely leaving votes open overnight, while allowing more people to vote totally dicks things up. I think additionally if it has to be done it should never be anywhere near a waifu vote.>>1619396I thought we had the bandit moniker, sorry for being wrong.The first thread at the very least was a cluster fuck. And what I said is what I took away from it.
>>1619395I took a side because I wanted to be decisive. I'm mostly bringing it up now since Anons are still trying to take the middle ground when taking the middle ground has no benefit.>>1619394I would agree, but this vote doesn't matter too much.
>>1619401He was referring to the possibility of same-fagging. I think
>>1619383Actually the stealing of a prototype and deletion of various research data could stop or at least delay their program.Also, this is cyberpunk. If we steal a prototype, then it works to stop their research.
>>1619403I disagree. I think the middle ground in this instance makes Seeker a better character in my eyes. I think bailing makes him a cunt. I would have preferred to wait and throw all the bad juju on Pharah, but the votes didn't line up that way.>>1619405Yeah I figured as much. I just don't like to say that openly.
>>1619410If anything that data should be more important than the physical object.>Also, this is cyberpunk. If we steal a prototype, then it works to stop their research.I could see it stalling it temporarily as a new one is built. But it shouldn't shut everything down. Unless maybe the unit was too expensive to replicate?
>>1619411Bailing makes him a cunt to the people that helped him get the job in the first place that he has known longer.
>>1619411The middle option might eat away at the time and deny us the opportunity to do either
>>1619417Cyberpunk. Nothing more or less.Anyhow, even if they wanted to start another prototyping phase they'd have to figure out who leaked the data to a thief and so on first which could take years.
>>1619437I've got less of a reason to care about them. And if anything I think that re-enforces the middle option.>>1619438It will reduce the time available but I think it's worth the attempt.
>>1618091Switch to>Leave her behind. Do the job.solely because >>1619444 is a dipshit
>>1619477Good to know you're a cunt.
>>1619444So you have to care about someone to not be a cunt to them? Hell, why are we doing the job then I don't know the people Seeker will indirectly save by joining OW or stealing the tech why should we care about them. Let's be a cunt to everyone we meet on the street.Ok but for real that's seriously out of character for Seeker. This isn't some random schmuck we know these people and have worked with them.
>>1619489I said I think it re-inforces the middle ground option. Because it's an attempt to be respectful to both groups.Caring about someone/knowing them does effect how much weight I put into working with them etc. If I had more time spent with Silver etc. I'd feel more of a pull towards that side of things. You're going into hyperbole with the, "let's be a cunt to everyone!"I think trying to give Pharah a the moment.
>>1619502Alright, but what do you expect to gain with chasing Pharah. We might not even find her and if we do what then? Tell her we're a criminal? Tell her the job is more important than her? You think hearing those words straight from our mouth is less hurtful than being stood up? And then even if we do tell her how do you expect to react? In this one instance the middle ground is the WORST option as its filled with too many unknown variable and risk to our opportunity to do the job.
>>1619515>we might not even find her and if we do what then?Proceed with the op we tried.> Tell her we're a criminal?Maybe? Probably? > Tell her the job is more important than her?Either flat out tell her a big job is due that we've got to take a crack at or beat around the bush saying it's vital.>In this one instance the middle ground is the WORST option as its filled with too many unknown variable and risk to our opportunity to do the job.I disagree every option is filled with unknowns and I honestly think it's worse to skip out and leave her totally in the dark than to tell her we've got an important/job/thing that we've got to go do.Other than just let her think we flaked for shits and giggles.
>>1619531This is a strong, thought out, and well reasoned argument. Well done!
>>1619531You misunderstood what I meant by unknown. What I meant by unknown was "Not a guarantee benefit to our goal" our goal has and is always the Helix job. So choosing to do the job is the option least filled with unknown. Plus, you're treating her like an ordinary woman. She's an ex army and daughter of Ana Amari she might try to stop us. That is not a risk I'm willing to make Seeker take
>>1618085You spend the afternoon wandering the streets of Ilios in a haze of conflict and self-doubt. This charming coastal community of friendly locals and fellow travellers, this quaint town with its Cycladic architectures, cobblestone streets, and gently stirring windmills under a sunny blue sky, that just this morning seemed so beautiful, now feels like an endless cubic limbo of white squares and hostile strangers under a burning sun.Many times you take out your phone, scroll to Fareeha's number, hesitate, and put the phone back in your pocket.Part of you wants to just disappear. Leave her behind. Do the job. Don't look back. But finally you resolve that you have to say something, anything. At the bare minimum, you have to leave a note behind in the hotel room, telling her that you've gone, even if it doesn't say where. Should you call her and talk to her? What would you even say to her? Confess that you're about to start your career as an anti-corporate criminal this very night? Give her a bullshit excuse? It's possible you could convince her that something really important's come up without going into details, sure. Get her to delay the meeting tonight, and wait until tomorrow or another day for whatever it was she was going to tell you. Surely you can just wait until after the job tonight--It suddenly hits you that, after tonight, you'll be a wanted man. A "priority anticitizen" in official corp-speak. High on the list of targets. Helix operatives will be on the hunt for you, following your tracks, dogging your steps. There are steps you've taken to disguise your identity while on the job, of course, but there's a significant chance that despite your precautions, you'll leave some clue for them to follow. Unless you take action to evade their pursuit, they'll catch up to you. Maybe soon.Is it really fair to Fareeha to continue on like this, with her blithely unaware that you've committed grand theft against one of the most powerful PMCs in the world? It's a pretty serious lie of omission. How would you even bring that up, though?" "Hey, funny story, babe, but the other night I happened to be in a secret experimental arms research facility--" Yeah, no. You don't know what would happen if you told her, either. Sure, she rides a motorbike and acts like a badass and punches thugs. But she's also spent most of her life in or around military or paramilitary organizations. Is she really a rebel at heart? Has she left her life as a weapon of the law so far behind that she'd accept your actions? Can you afford to trust her that far?Despite the closeness you've shared in such a short time, much of her heart is still a mystery to you.This is all coming crashing down so fast.
>>1619999In the end, you don't call her. You don't know whether it's because nothing you can say will make a difference, or because you're a coward.You leave Fareeha a note in your hotel room, saying that you can't make the rendevous this evening, and you'll try again to meet with her at the same cafe, tomorrow evening. What you're going to say then when you see her, you have no idea. But at least it gives you twenty-four hours to decide.That evening at the docks, at nine o'clock sharp, you board the deck of a weather-battered steamer retrofitted with a modern engine, ready to embark for the Helix research facility. And you feel:>Gloomy>Angry>Stoic>Determined
>>1620014>>Angrynever leave an open vote like that again
>>1620014>StoicHead in the game
>>1620014>StoicTime to get this done. Keep your head in the game come on
>>1619999I thought that the seek her out beforehand option won? Oh well, guess we're a cunt then.>>1620014>>AngryBut show everyone else stoic.
>>1620048We left her a note what more do you want huh? It doesn't matter which option won wel'll be a cunt so someone either way
>>1620014>Determined>>Angry>>1619777Not sure if you want me to respond to this at this point since the updates out, will if you'd like me to.>>1620061I disagree. There are different ways you can wrong someone but we're past that.
>>1620068Yeah, I just want to move on.
>>1620014Low-key about to flip your shit, but stoic on the outside.
Vote is Stoic just beating out Angry. Writing.>>1620048According to my math,"do the job" won by a single vote thanks to a last-minute reversal. I tried to represent the conflict between voters in Logan's confusion, and he still left a note instead of just ghosting her.>>1620020(pic)
>>1620101>(pic)ya left it open to be abused to any one with more then one device that can connect to 4chan
>>1620101Actually, roll to see how stoic you are. 1d10, only the first roll counts.
Rolled 6 (1d10)>>1620129
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>1620129
Rolled 7 (1d10)>>1620129
>>1620112You're being ludicrous, it doesn't matter that much.
>>1620014You board the steamer maintaining a stoic demeanor, although your anger simmers just below the surface. You've been searching desperately for somebody to blame for your situation, but there's nobody to pin this on but yourself. You fucked up and let your commitment slide, and now your only choices are to ditch the girl you feel more strongly about every day, or to have an international crew of scumbags and low-lifes after your head for skipping out on a contract. Not to mention it would burn up the scraps of reputation you've managed to accumulate so far.They're both shitty choices, but in the end, this is the one you have to live with. Even if it's pissing you off.You remain stoic as you exchange greetings with the vessel's captain, a sea-battered and weathered Omnic with a greatcoat, an old-fashioned hat, and a replacement leg. He introduces himself as Cap'n Jones. You wouldn't be surprised if he has barnacles encrusted on his metal frame under that coat. His manner is certainly unique, but not entirely surprising. The arcane processes of Omnic neural activity sometimes give rise to quirky types like the Cap'n here, or like that propane and propane accessories merchant you met back in Arizona. Not trusting yourself to maintain further conversation, you stride to the bow, looking out to sea and clenching the rail with both fists until your knuckles turn white. The ship embarks, quietly striking out into dark waters.(Continued)
>>1620248Soundtrack: Payday -- Stone Coldhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1wft9hzcxbEIn the blackness of midnight, you warily approach the Helix research facility. An electrified fence blocks the perimeter, but a gadget in your glove temporarily nullifies the electric field while you cut your way through the wires. You slip through the gap into the compound. Your helmet's HUD highlights threats for you, making it easier to keep track of spotlights and guard patrols. You thread your way through the open path, zig-zagging through patches of shadow.You make it to the main faciility and sneak your way around back, to one of the few service doors. Even these are highly secured, heavy metal doors with secure locks that require a bioscan, keycard, and numeric code -- or a clever thief, with resourceful friends.Pressing your back against the wall, you dig out the codebreaker drive Silver gave you and jam it into the reader. Numbers on the small screen scroll by rapidly before lighting up green. The lock clunks loudly, and you push the door open, yank out the breaker drive, and walk inside, closing the door gently behind you just before a guard patrol comes around the corner."Okay," you whisper to yourself under your breath. "I'm in. I can do this." You don't need to be quiet, since your voice is muted by your helmet anyway. But it just feels natural to whisper when you've just broken into a highly secure military research lab.You stick to the route you have planned, and at first, all goes according to plan. Your information on the timing of the guard patrols is still accurate -- Helix can alter their patrol patterns, but if they keep using the same meta-pattern to alter them, a clever thief can predict them all the same. It's a weakness in corp thinking you've exploited more than once. You carefully navigate over tripwires, disable lasers, and evade security cameras. A public address system delivers pronouncements about shift changes and team priorities in corpspeak. Your hands are sweating, and you can barely stop them from shaking.Your heart pounds as you move from shadow to shadow, holding your breath when the guards pass by your hiding spots. All they'd have to do is decide to peer intently into a shadowy corner at the wrong moment and the whole game would be up.Silver was right. This isn't like breaking into abandoned tech-vaults. This is a whole other game.(Continued)
>>1620256You slide inside a private office, shut the door behind you, and sigh with relief. The person who works in here is on vacation, so you should have some privacy. Okay. Everything's gone well so far. Now you need to wait here for about ten minutes for a shift change. Then make it to the high-level clearance security door, hack it, get inside, and close it behind you, all in ninety-nine seconds.How hard could it be?You hear a group of people pass, having what sounds like a regular conversation. Intrigued, you press your helmet against the door and activate listening mode."--was glad to hear you changed your mind," you hear a male voice say."I'm sorry for the indecision on my part," a woman's voice says. "I'm committed now. Thank you for understanding." A familiar voice. Could that be --? No, it couldn't. That doesn't make any sense."A woman of your qualifications is more than welcome," says the first voice. "In fact, I have plans to fast track you to a certain program ..."The voices fade away, becoming indistinct as the people talking pass around a corner.There's no way it's her, you tell yourself. No way.(Continued)
>>1620261Ninety-nine seconds to run down a hallway, open a door, and close it again. It sounded easy, you think, panting, looking at your helmet's time counter and the 0.021 seconds you had remaining before the alarm went off. At least that's out of the way, and you're into the high-clearance security zone of the facility. The place where the real research happens.There's just one minor obstacle you still have to deal with, and you shouldn't be encountering it for a few minutes yet--You round the corner to come face to face (?) with a fully-armed combat and pursuit drone, almost the size of the entire corridor, hovering in midair. It blares a harshly dissonant inquiry in machine code, and its sophisticated scanners quickly dismantle your flimsy shield against IFF. The drone's eyecam switches red as it identifies you as hostile, and you hear a clunk as its guns prepare to fire.>Charge! Take it down with your blade and bullet shield right away, and the security team might think the alarm was just a glitch.>Take cover! You can gun the thing down, but not if it guns you down first.>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.>Escape! This job was a mistake from the start!
>>1620263>Charge! Take it down with your blade and bullet shield right away, and the security team might think the alarm was just a glitch.
>>1620263>>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.
Well well well, it seems Tracer- and Mercyfriends are not willing to give up the fight just yet.>>1620263>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.
>>1620270>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.What does that have to do with anything
>>1620263>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.
>>1620274well it's natural to want to burn the bridges now in order to improve chances of (you)'re waifu in the future. It'd not be the first time.
>>1620263>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the ForgeRoll! 1d10, first three count.
>>1620286No I get that. But what does that have anything to do with the options?
>>1620263>Run! Evade the drone and find another way to the Forge and the object of interest. Get the job done before you're swarmed by guards.JUST DO IT!We know Seeker gets away, but that won't matter if we don't do what we came to do!
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>1620288
Rolled 5 (1d10)>>1620288
>>1620289nothing, that's why I placed the link below the comment. I've just caught up with the thread now.
>>1620286>Implying the bridges weren't going to be burnt, regardless of the choice made
>>1620292Seeker never loses any race, huh.We totally just juked the shit out of R2D2 there.
>>1620263"Hey chief," you say to the drone as you size it up, quickly realizing how ludicrously outgunned you are with your light railgun pistol against four machine guns. You pull up your map of the facility on your helmet, your mind rapidly calculating a secondary route to your objective. "I was looking for the local Rikimaru Ramen, but I seem to have taken a wrong turn--"The drone blares at you again and prepares to fire.You do see a faster, more direct route to the Forge, but it's still on the other side of the pursuit drone. "Fuck this," you say, and start sprinting -- not away from the drone, but towards it.Right before the guns fire, you throw yourself forward, leading with your knees, and skid across the floor on your shins, leaning back as far as you can, the shining white alloy of the drone's armor only inches above your faceplate.You rock powerslide under the drone.The drone easily swivels in midair -- one of the advantages of being perfectly spherical, you figure -- and reconfigures its aim, but you're one step ahead of it. Yanking off your jacket, in one fluid motion you twist one sleeve around a gun on one side, and the other sleeve on the other side, and pull them both into a knot. The jacket's torso now covers the drone's faceplate and sensors, rendering it blind.If a drone could sound furious, this one does. You dodge backwards as its guns rev to life and it fires wildly, but it doesn't have a targeting solution, or the intelligence to figure out what to do about its situation. You laugh as you disappear around a corner, your last view of the drone one of it slamming itself face-first into the wall repeatedly, trying somehow to pry your improvised blindfold off.You liked that jacket, you think, rushing down the hallway as alarms blare. But you'll get another one. You take a shortcut through one of the hazardous environment research labs, enduring rays of indescribable physics that would tear an unarmored person apart, but your suit is built to handle just such a hazard.You find the room marked PROJECT R. Silver's codebreaker drive gets you through the door.(Continued)
this is going to end in tears, tears and pain, no matter what we choose. how depressing.
>>1620339Inside is a spartan, refridgerated storage room, a thin layer of mist on the ground. The only features of the room are the three armor racks in the center.The leftmost one holds the conventional tankbuster armor you've heard that Helix was developing. Royal blue armor, with heavy pauldrons containing missile launchers, wrist-mounted concussion blasters, chest-mounted zero-point reactor, and flared wings containing the flight-capable rocket boosters.The Raptora Mark VI.Not what you're here for. The Mark VI is a pretty conventional weapon for an elite anti-Omnic soldier these days. No, you're here for something else. Something much worse than a flight suit with a rocket launcher.The other two armor racks are--"Empty!" you gasp, out loud. "What the fuck? They're supposed to be here! They're -- oh, shit! What do I do?!" You desperately fight down a sense of swelling panic. There's a computer terminal in the room. Maybe you could download the info from it, figure out what Helix did with your real objective. Maybe it's even got access to the plans. If you spread those on the web, Helix might face too much scrutiny to continue the project. But the alarm is blaring. You can hear the guards shouting outside, footsteps closing in. The first wave of security forces, human guards, will be here soon. You know a second wave of pursuit drones will follow them.You can take a minute to download the information from that terminal, get the information you need, and try your luck fighting your way past the security guards, and evading a squad of drones specifically designed to chase down fleeing thieves like yourself.Or you can get out now, empty-handed. You'll probably escape with your hide intact, but that's all.>Run.>Stay.
>>1620345>Stay.We finish what we start.
>>1620345>StayTime to get owned by low rolls.
>>1620345>Stay.Nothing to lose, if we come out empty handed we're dead anyways
>>1620345>RunThe ops is compromised no intell and no support we have to bug out
>>1620345>StayWe didn't roll a perfect roll just to fuck around without the plans. We even decided to do this job because we didn't want mooks chasing us down for going against contract and loosing face.We get those plans, and we do our job.
>>1620358>We even decided to do this job because we didn't want mooks chasing us down for going against contract and loosing face.Their job is just to get us in though. Everything else is up to us. They no longer have any stake in this. And our rep is only lost if we stood them up
>>1620345Might as well stick around, you figure as you dash over to the computer terminal, pulling out your suit's datacord. You're going to be dead if you leave empty-handed anyways, without the money to replay Hakim.You jack in and start downloading the data. You listen carefully to the approaching footsteps, the shouted orders from squad leaders. Your heart thumps in your chest, blood surging on adrenaline. Your foot jitters as you watch the download progress bar on your HUD. "Come on come on come on ... okay." You rip out the datacord, take out your weapon, and cross to the door.You take a deep breath. Okay. You can do this.You activate the door.Six soldiers in helmets and red Helix uniforms, in two ranks of three, the front rank kneeling. All of them have high-powered carbines pointed at you."Hey guys," you say. "Anyone know where the Rikimaru is around here?">Fight.>Run.>Give up.
>>1620373>RunShoot at them to
>>1620373Run. Shoot to distract
>>1620373>RunDiscretion is the better part of not getting the shit shot out of us.
>>1620373>Run, while shooting.Roll. Good luck.
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>1620390This will go so badly, I am ready for this.
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>1620391
Rolled 4 (1d10)>>1620390Come on, no whammies!
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>1620390
>>1620391>>1620392>>162039310-8-4, crit, success, partial. Nice work, anons. Writing.>>1620394Saved from yourself.
>>1620397Didn't roll a failure, I am okay with this.
>>1620373"Any last words, thief?" the security force squad leader asks you, as you stare down the barrel of his rifle."Actually, yeah," you say. "You know the old Overwatch cartoon, right? I used to watch them when I was a kid and I was never satisfied with the actors doing the voices. I heard the real agents talk on the news, then I'd watch the show and say to my dog, "These don't even sound like the real people! Are they even trying?" I still liked the show, though. When I was a kid, my favorite episode was the one where they went to space, but now I think--""Jesus christ, kid," the squad leader interrupts, scowling. "Anyone even tell you that you talk a lot?"You say, "Sure, but I was just distracting you while I got a smoke bomb ready."BAMF! The room immediately clogs with thick grey smoke. You're wearing a mask. The guards aren't. You sprint out of the room, laughing and tossing the choking guards a salute as you run away.Another squad skids to a halt as they see you, raising their rifles. You're quicker on the draw, though, even running full tilt down the hallway, and a spray of fire from your railgun pistol forces them into cover. You blow past them. One of them lunges at you, trying to stop you, but you deliver a swift jump kick to the side of his head, knocking him out. You land in what you hope is a badass-looking three-point crouch, and keep running.The heavy security door blocking off the high-clearance area is closed again, but you slam Silver's codebreaker drive into the keypad interface. The lights flash green, and the door opens, but the screen flashes an error warning when you try to remove the drive. Fuck! You leave it behind and keep running.Almost there, you think, hiding in the shadows as a third squad of guards races past, then emerging and running softly in the direction of the exit, gunblade at the ready. Almost there--Someone reaches out from behind and grabs your arm by the wrist, but your reflexes are on fire, and you wrench your arm free and retaliate with a right cross. Your first is stopped by a skillful elbow block, and you jump back a step, taking a moment to process the Helix soldier you're fighting ---- and see Fareeha. Wearing the basic, unadorned red uniform of a Helix recruit, and standing a defensive stance. She looks angry, of course. She's trying to stop an intruder. But something else is bothering her, and she says it out loud as she realizes it. "That gear -- that's vault tech. Oh my god. Logan? I-is that you?" She hesitates, and you see the emotion in her eyes. And an opening in her defenses.>Take off the mask.>Don't take off the mask, but say something.>Don't say anything. Just run.>Knock her out, then run.
>>1620411>>Take off the mask.Mouth "we'll talk later" and keep running.
>>1620411>Cant talk now, See you at 9?Helix Arnt Like Nazis Right?
>>1620411>Don't say anything. Just run.
>>1620411>>Take off the mask.
>>1620411>Don't take off the mask, but say something."I'm sorry">Knock her out
>Don't take off the mask, but say something.Let's make a stupid joke.
>>1620411>Don't say anything. Just run.We can't get distracted, stop thinking with your dicks.
>>1620421This guy fucking gets it
>>1620421>>1620422haven forbid Logan is surprised to see the girl he just left be at the literal last place he expected
>>1620419Nevermind don't knock her out just run.
>>1620411>>Don't take off the mask, but say something.>"I'm sorry"Then run.>implying she's not going to throw us through the wall
>>1620427Fight or Flight is a basic human instinct.
>>1620427There's a difference between being surprised and making the conscious decision to take our helmet off, which isn't a panic/surprise reaction. Nobody panics and throws on a jacket.
>>1620411>Don't take off the mask, but say something"there is no way in hell my luck is this bad, this has got to be a joke."
>>1620427Logan suspected Fareeha was here when we heard her voice. This is called getting his head in the game. Can't sweat the details when we're on the RUN FOR OUR LIFE
>>1620411>>1620416Just to be clear this is a quip and run not a stop and talk remove mask sort of thing.
>>1620416It's alreay past nine. Nine was the time we had to meet up with the guys to get in
>>1620411>Just run."I'm Sorry"
>>1620411>Don't take off the mask, but say something.>Bet ya can't catch me
>>1620435It's a good line though. And they're not Nazis right? The whole shooting traces thing makes me think of them as Nazis
We should just say we didn't know, we really didn't know.
>>1620416This one thousand times this
Saying I'm sorry implies we knew she was here, we didn't. Saying sorry makes it sound like we used her.Say we didn't know and run.
>>1620445were passed that particular time frame
>>1620442well we did know this would come up sooner or later and we knew what opinion she'd likely have of trying to break into a corporate facility with living guards in it. We didn't find a good time or muster will to say that and in effect it came to bite us in the most inopportune moment.
>>1620435Also thissaying that you can't make the rendevous this evening, and you'll try again to meet with her at the same cafe, tomorrow evening.
>>1620445>>1620416You guys are stupid
>>1620411>>1620437Changing my vote to>Don't say anything. Just run.
>>1620450Too long. We're running for our life remember
>>1620449We didn't k ow she was joining helix though. Which I think was his point.
>>1620455At this point just shut up and run. Job comes first
>>1620411>>Don't take off the mask, but say something."I'm sorry. ">>Knock her out, then run.
>>1620457Say we didn't know, run and say "I didn't know" it's that or she fears the worst and that we used her
>>1620457we did Seeker become some cold and calculating kind of guy while on a job
So Just Run wins the vote I'm pretty sure.
>>1620452I think saying "Sorry." is stupid. It implies we knew.>>1620454No. I meant also this as in, see we wrote this note, so the 9 thing works technically.
>>1620459>>1620411Alter the text to "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
>>1620463This exactly say "we didn't know" and run
>>1620461Not about that. If we ain't good nothing good to say then don't say anything at all
>>1620411>>1620420Changing text to: "Sorry, I had no idea"
>>1620463>>1620466Why are you arguing with yourself?
>>1620473I'm not? Read the IDs.
>>1620455True, but that seems a relatively minor thing next to bolting on her to carry out a heist.>I think saying "Sorry." is stupid. It implies we knew.it can be construed that way, but Logan isn't in position to analyze semantics. Saying he feels sorry sounds something he'd do though.
>>1620475>Says 9 thing works>Next post link to a post saying it is past 9
>>1620476No it's not the first thing that spans to mind was "holy fuck I didn't know you worked here"
OK, the vote is called, guys, and I'm writing. Just chill.
>>1620477Jesus Christ. I'm saying it works. I linked a post Because I wanted to ensure he saw the, "Meet the next evening." So the nine thing works.>>1620014In this post we literally have the line> saying that you can't make the rendevous this evening, and you'll try again to meet with her at the same cafe, tomorrow evening.It works, because we can meet, tomorrow at nine.
>>1620479Thank the lord.
>>1620479Thanks. I knew a smart cookie like you would do the right thing
>>1620479So long as don't go full retard and just say I'm sorry, that's the emotional and logical version of shooting ourselves. It's like saying your guilty of deception and a crime despite knowingly not having done it.
>>1620483Original vote for I'm sorry was because it accompanies knocking her out it was an apology to that
>>1620411"I'm sorry," you say to Fareeha. "I didn't know, I -- I didn't --"You hear running footsteps approach. Another squad of soldiers. "Over here--!" "This way--!"Not knowing what else to say to her, and not having the time to say it if you did, you turn your back on Fareeha, maybe for the last time, and run for the exit.You have no idea how you're going to get through the perimeter door without your breaker drive, but for once luck is on your side. You get to the door right as a squad of four exterior guards are entering the building to help with the sweep and clear.You greet the lead guard with a flying knee to the face, taking him down with a shattered nose.Landing on top of him, you roll forward into the legs of the second guard, knocking him down.You keep your momentum going and get up to your feet, grabbing the third guard's rifle and wrestling over control with him until you gain enough leverage to crack him in the chin with the butt of his own rifle.You throw the rifle at the fourth guard. Not an effective missile weapon, but he's forced to take a moment to block it and shove it way, which gives you just enough time to run up and lunge forward with a fist to his gut. He pukes, which you just barely dodge. You shove him down to the ground and climb over him. Into the facility courtyard, lit up with spotlights and alarms. Beyond the perimeter is the darkness of night, and your escape route.You make a break for it. About halfway to the fence, you hear the sound of hover-engines, and glance over your shoulder to see a pod of three pursuit drones flying through the air, chasing after you like bone-white ghosts in the black night.You duck through the hole you cut in the fence earlier and race out into the grassy field surrounding the compound.The drone machine guns kick into gear, and twelve guns all fire in mechanized synchronization, tearing up the ground around you. A couple of them graze you. One of them strikes you in the back and you hiss in pain, but your suit handles it. A lance of agony erupts across your shoulder when it can't handle the next one. Doesn't matter, you tell yourself, tears filling your eyes from the pain.Almost there.Another burst of machine gun fire rakes the ground around you.Almost there--Finally you reach the sea, and plunge into the cold blackness of the water. The pursuit drones aren't equipped to go underwater, and the human guards will take some time to catch up. Bullets strike the water around you, and beams of diffused light sweep the area as the drones attempt to spot you. But the water is deep enough that they can't track you down, and with your helmet, you don't need to surface anytime soon.You swim away into darkness, leaving the beams of the drones' searchlights behind. Beyond them, the Helix facility swarms with activity. Among them will be one particular woman in a recruit's uniform, and you wonder what she's doing right now. And whether you'll ever see her again.
Shit, so we didn't get any info at all from this?Damn.
>>1620496We got some data which I think is part of the objective
That's all for tonight, anons.Despite Logan's fears, you do end up seeing Fareeha again in the three years between this flashback and the "present day" of the quest. I may write that as a denounment here tomorrow, or leave it for a future thread. Either way, I'm going to bed now.I hope you've enjoyed our first proper flashback thread, which is also our first proper romance thread. Next time in OWQ 21, we get back to basics as Seeker infiltrates a corporate citadel for intel and fast cash.Thanks for playing Overwatch Quest.>>1620496>>1620497You did download the info on the missing armors. Your mission is complete, even if it wasn't as clean as you hoped.
>>1620496No we plugged into their systems and downloaded some stuff. Possibly on the reptora systems.>>1620373>>1620492Hey is Helix as bad as they seem? What with the shooting Tracer and shit? Is that a new development or did Pharah straight up join shady ass murder mercs?
>>1620500>>1620500Helix Security is one step down from WW2 SS squads. They only shoot at the minority in question if they stay around too long usually, instead of just existing.
>>1620499Neat. Next sessions when?
>>1620500>>1620502Jesus Christ you two are morons. "HURR DURR WHY THEY SHOOT CRIMINALS?"
>>1620502If that's accurate then I honestly don't like Pharah anymore... at all.
>>1620500Logan would certainly say that Helix are war criminals, while Fareeha might dismiss such claims as conspiracy theories.In the present day, attacking Tracer is an unexpected moral low for them. Unfortunately it is entirely in accordance with the law. Helix is a peacekeeping contractor with an official edict from the U.N., while Overwatch is still considered an illegal paramilitary group, barred from any and all activity by the Petras Act.
>>1620506Lovely. So Pharah is blind and Helix 'technically' doesn't kill civies.>>1620504Yes! And Blackwater is filled with fine young Americans who go out to see the world and protect people, and just happen to make money on the side!
>>1620506>Logan would certainly say that Helix are war criminalsis this true and does he have evidence of it
>>1620502>>1620505It's really not, so please stop making stuff up. Helix is a more technogically sophisticated and even more ethically dubious Blackwater (that is, a private military company) with a U.N. contract. I assure you they're not SS squads or minority hunters.
>>1620509Christ dude, it is just how he feels.
>>1620512ya I know and some people believe the holocaust never happened even tho their is evidence of it
>>1620499Thanks for the thread OP!
>>1620509He might consider what was used on Tracer as a war crime. Depends on how it's classified, they did 'test' it on her. But I'd say the lines of testing weapons on people get blurry when they're considered combatants.
>>1620515Thank you for being a ray of sunshine amongst all this, anon.
>>1620499Jesus Christ this turned into a shit show at the endThanks for running and what's next Quest, Thug or Nightmare?
Gee those Helix guys sure are war criminals with them attacking a trespasser in a secure Helix research facility after said trespasser has resisted arrest and then went on to assault security members
>>1620520Nightmare Planet may be called 'Nightmare', but the anons in this thread were the real nightmare.
>>1620522I'm not talking about this particular instance. I think they're justified with Seeker literally infiltrating their site.I asked if they had a reputation for it. Or if their actions that we see in the future, a few threads ago, was a constant thing.They were pretty fucking awful in that instance.I was trying to evaluate my opinion of Pharah. If they had a history of awful actions/excessive force/'accidental' civilian death. I'd be incredibly disappointed with her.It seems like they're a little shady, but nothing too awful, but have gotten worse in recent years.
>>1620519Thanks for running Raven, even if I am angry you stopped there. Please run OW quest again next!
>>1620520>>1620523>>1620525Yeah, that's not really how I hoped the thread would end. I may write the denounment tomorrow after all, if just to cap off the thread in a better light.I'm not sure what quest is next. I have ideas for all three! Heist planning in Thug Quest. Shadowrunning in Overwatch Quest. Return to the dream world in Nightmare Planet. They'll all be fun. Whatever happens, stay tuned to my twitter and discord for news about it: >>1614167
>>1620524>It seems like they're a little shady, but nothing too awful, but have gotten worse in recent years.I mean this is basically all of Overwatch
>>1620526Well whatever you're planning, i see you next thread
>>1620526I love your quests and appreciate that you run them. But ,man, i am glad i wait until the next day to read them. Reading what the players are saying is like watching a train wreck, it's horrible but i can't look away
>>1620672>Reading what the players are saying is like watching a train wreck, it's horrible but i can't look awayIt's my favorite part when catching up to questsNot so fun when experiencing them live
>>1620677I wonder how he deals with how insane these people can be
>>1620707Well there are a few ways. Alcohol, at least it means people care, relaxing in the discord, etc.
>>1620707These don't happen too often to become an issue to him, honestly the only time i saw him lose his cool was when some one was demanding him to keep running when he said he was going to stop.
>>1620717There is a salt fest just about every thread.
>>1620718Yes, but not of that magnitude.
>>1620717Probably the same guy who tried to control how he does votes.Literal autists think they can tell other people what to do.
>>1618823Musashi was a duelist, dumbass. He never used the Niten-Ichi style in pitched battle.
>>1620841He's got to be a troll. Just ignore him.
>>1620841Musashi was also a huge troll, he brought a boat paddle to a duel once.
Thanks for running OP :) And may the force be with you.(Que the imperial march theme)
>>1620492That night at the Helix facility, you turned your back on Fareeha and disappeared into the darkness, wondering if you'd ever see her again.As it turned out, you would. Several times. Just not in the way you were hoping.Later on, the information you gained from hacking into Helix's personnel files would reveal that Fareeha was fast-tracked to a special program. She endured intensive training for the task of piloting that royal blue suit of power armor you found in the lab: the Raptora Mark VI. She aced their trials and earned a position as a pilot in the first squad. From then on in the records, she's referred to by her callsign "Pharah." She told you once that her name, Fareeha, meant "happiness." You wonder if her callsign means the same, and what it could signify that she chose it.As it turned out, the Raptora 6 never made it to mass production. Helix decided there were more expedient ways of utilizing their soliders' lives. But the original suit, the prototype you found in the lab that night, was still more than serviceable.Personal flight jets. Rocket launchers. Concussive missiles. The Raptora 6 was designed to used in running skirmishes against Omnic forces. A suitable weapon for a soldier who was dogged, persistent, and evasive, with high mobility in three dimensions and an explosive payload too powerful to deflect with electromagnetic shields designed to block ballistics.As you would find out first-hand, those traits made it an excellent weapon for chasing down a thief who relied on agility, climbing, and an EM shield to protect himself. And its pilot would find many ways to use it against you. As the corporations tightened their grip on the world, and its citizens began to strike back in protest, Helix was contracted to provide security for a number of top-clearance facilities where highly classified information was kept, or dangerous research carried out. Over the next three years, these facilities were frequent targets of your heists, intended to weaken the corporations' hold on power. Frequently you ended up evading or tangling with Helix. The basic operatives weren't too much trouble: standard corporate security, just better trained.But when one of their special agents or "interceptors" showed up, that meant trouble. That meant a dedicated veteran with sophistcated weaponry, built to take people like you down. And more often than not, it was her.Over and over again you were forced to devise new strategies or ruses to escape, or even just to buy yourself some time, as Pharah hunted you down through corporate laboratories, hidden compounds, or executive meeting halls, like a foxhound stubbornly chasing a fox through the woods.(Continued)
>>1622311One particular memory stands out, for some reason: that time in Kyoto, when you were racing across the rooftop of a 100-story corporate citadel, cherry blossoms floating past on the gentle breeze, rockets exploding at your heels as Pharah chased after you. "Stand still, damn you!" you heard her shout. You were never really sure if she was trying to kill you with those rockets. You didn't trust her enough to stand still and find out.You screeched to a halt at the edge of the roof and its dizzying drop. A hundred stories down, the city below was only a distant, hazy vision.Turning around, you saw Pharah fall from the sky and land gracefully in front of you, light as a gymast's dismount, as though she hadn't just hurtled down from fifty feet in the air. The golden mask of her helmet slid back, and you saw her face properly for the first time since that day, when you left her behind. Her expression was heartbreaking -- and terrifying."Why, Logan?" she demanded. Before you escaped, you said to her:>I didn't want to leave you. I'm sorry.>I wish it didn't have to be like this.>I'm doing what I think is right.>You're working for war criminals, Fareeha. How can you live with yourself?>Sorry, babe. Better luck next time.
>>1622330>>I didn't want to leave you but you're working for war criminals and the corps. I'm sorry. I never wanted to leave.
>>1622330>You're working for war criminals, Fareeha. How can you live with yourself?
>>1622330>I wish it didn't have to be like this.>I'm doing what I think is right.>Sorry, babe. Better luck next time.
>>1622330>Sorry, babe. Better luck next time.For some reason this response really amuses me, so I'll vote for it. I mean, nobody's forcing her to be working for Helix against us.
>>1622351That last line is said in a sad and regretful tone not as a cheeky wisecrack
>>1622330>I'm doing what I think is right.>I didn't want to leave you. I'm sorry.We really, really do wish we could have worked things out. We really really did wish we could have been happy together...
>>1622311>You're working for war criminals, Fareeha. How can you live with yourself?>I'm doing what I think is right.
>>1622365No, it's definitely a cheeky wisecrack.
>>1622391ok hell no, no wisecracks
>>1622330>I didn't want to leave you but you're working for war criminals and the corps. I'm sorry. I never wanted to leave."I never showed up that day because Hakim would hunt me, hunt us down, if I didn't take it. I never knew that you would be there. I never wanted to hurt you."
>>1622384I'll swap to this, because I do not support us being regretful about this.
>>1622411>warcrimes>not in a warthat's not how it works
>>1622413Eh, I'll throw my hat into the write-in ring>"I'm doing what I think is right, just like you are. There's nothing else to be said."And then walk off the roof and use moon shoes to not die, if possible.
>>1622330Moonwalk off the roof
>>1622330>I didn't want to leave you. I'm sorry.>I wish it didn't have to be like this.>I won't stand by while war criminals control the world.
>>1622330"I'm sorry, Fareeha," you shouted over the fierce winds. "I didn't want to leave you. I --" Your fists curl in frustration. "I wish it didn't have to be like this. But I'm doing what I think is right. I have to do this."She was furious. "How is this right? What could justify this? You're a thief, Logan! A criminal! The things you're stealing are incredibly dangerous, and you're sending them right into the wrong hands!""I'm only stealing from the people who deserve it," you said, feeling your own anger rising in your chest. "I'm trying to do something about them. What about you? Helix are war criminals, Fareeha. You've seen the photos of the bodies, from Bolivia, from Thailand. You know they're willing to use any weapon. The corps use them to do their dirty work, and clean up behind them. You know Lucheng and the others are leading up to something big. Haven't you seen the evidence? Project Fulgurite? Snowstorm? Any of this ring a bell?""Don't try to change this into something else," she called back defiantly. "Conspiracy theories don't change what you've done. Surrender yourself to justice!""I can't do that." You glanced behind you at the terrifying drop, a hundred floors down, and took a step back, positioning yourself right at the edge. You looked back up at Fareeha, fighting the pit of fear in your stomach. "I won't let them control the world."Fareeha's face suddenly changed to concern. "Logan, wait -- no!"You stepped backwards off the roof, and with a stomach-lurching drop, plunged downward into the empty skies ...... only to rise, your arms folded in a defiant stance, your magnetic boots keeping you firmly anchored to the top of the aircraft as it ascended. Pharah triggered her rocket boosters and came after you, but the aircraft was faster. You watched her recede to a small dot by the tower as you fled."Thanks, Silver," you said, sitting down on top of the aircraft, trying to catch your breath. "Think you can let me inside?""Just hang tight, kid," you heard her tell you over your helmet's comms. "I got a landing spot picked out. For now, just enjoy the view."The aircraft flew off towards its destination, the wild mountains of Japan. The city, and Fareeha, faded away behind you.
That officially ends Overwatch Quest 20. Thanks for playing, anons, and I hope to see you in Part 21.
>>1622581Хopoшee дepьмo Raven
>>1622330>I didn't want to leave you. I'm sorry.>I wish it didn't have to be like this.>I'm doing what I think is right."I wish I could say something to make this hurt less, but I can't. You're doing something to make a difference out there, and so am I. It sucks that it means doing different things to both of us, but believe me when I say that I'm sorry for how things turned out."
>>1622577Thanks for running, Raven.
>>1622577Thanks for running. That was some damn good QMing.
>>1622577God, I hate how well this is written. I just want more and you won't give me a constant fix.
>>1622581This breaks my heart Raven, hits too many things at home but god damn this is a great read. Thanks for running mate.
Thanks for running OPAnd just out of curiosity, do you need any help with suggestions or ideas for the next thread?
>>1623855Check out the Discord if you'd like, anon.
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