A lone man, one long forgotten by all, returns to his home planet, only to see nothing but death and abandonment. Realizing the world needed him once more, he roams the Earth, finding others with the same intention as his along the way.
Sprinting towards me at high speeds, she pulled her arm back and punched my helmet in understanding anger. Though I didn't feel much of the impact, the crack from before reemerged.
I deserve that.
Morrison: Pharah!
Ana: Fareeha!
Lena: What's going on?
Hana: Fight!
Reinhardt: What just happened?
Fareeha: This man was the one that nearly killed me at Grand Mesa!
Ana: What!?
Lena: You're kidding me!?
VEGA!? A little help!?
VEGA: The events that occurred at Grand Mesa was nothing more than a misunderstanding, Miss Amari.
Fareeha: A misunderstanding!?
VEGA: More like self defense.
Ana: I can't even believe you right now, Walker. You....you...
What?
*Phoo-Tick!*
Huh? What just-?
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Looking down at my left elbow, I noticed several razor sharp syringes penetrating through the Praetor Suit and into my body.
H-H-Hey....! That h-hu-.
*Flop!*
Zzzzzzz.....
A Few Hours Later.... Overwatch Command Ship...
As I laid asleep in peace, I began hearing some of my associate's voices eminating from all around me.
Hana: I don't know how you did it, but you've managed to make dear Ana hate you.
Zzzzz....
Brigitte: Walker?
Zzzzz....
Fareeha: Don't even bother.
Brigitte: Doom Slayer!
Huh?Wha-?
Fareeha: Doom, what?
Sitting upright, I realized that I was no longer in the Command Center, but instead one of their ships. The young engineer was waving her hand back and forth across the visor.
They dragged me in here, didn't they?
VEGA: Correct.
Lovely. Well, I guess playtime's over now. You can stop that, Brigitte.
