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Breakdown (@fallensparrow)
Aug. 15th, 2016 06:38 pm[There was a singular, chilling, horribly recent memory that ran through Hana's mind as he frantically pushed forward the control schema of the mech that protected him from the Serengeti's unfamiliar climate. It was a voice, deliberate and definite, nagging, constantly, nagging in his head. It was the quarter on the train track, a perfect derailment, the absolute terror of tons of steel coming undone from the outside. It was the taste of actual and legitimate fear as it welled up from the inside of him. From the inside of his mech.]
The enemies of Talon will be eliminated.
[The ambush that occurred 0500 hours ago while on a Procedural mission to wipe out a small, but remote and well disguised outfit of the terrorist organization turned out to be a bust. Procedural, he remembers, Winston- who had called it Procedural just 0800 hours ago - was nowhere in sight. It left an ape shaped hole in his nerves.
The first wave was an EMP pulse. Hana had been trained to deal with those in the past. His baby, tons upon tons of steel and reinforced Korean national pride, was equipped for the chance an Omnic uprising would disable electronics and motors.
Within the mass confusion, there was a piercing noise from the speakers located outside of the foreman's door in the warehouse, in what sounded both beautiful in its French accent, and terrifyingly prophetic. This was orchestrated, an entire event planned to attack Overwatch. The old man commanded the order to evacuate- but it was too late. There was the sound of explosion, and a roof collapsing. Everyone separates, and the last thing Hana remembers is finding it to safety, out in the open unknown.
Wave 2 was sleeping gas.
He came to in the middle of nowhere. Well, technically, he was in the middle of Tanzania, which might as well have been the middle of nowhere. He checked his comm link, again. Busted. No sound through his headphones outside of the calm whir of machinery behind him. That beautiful sound. Elegant, perfected, engineered and deliberate. It was all the life he needed for now.]
First things first.
[He sighed, looking down at the panel just below his face. How many hours had he sunk to learn the controls? It was about the only thing that felt right about this mission.
That was, until something physically struck the exterior of his mech. It was electrifying, white hot pain. It felt like being split in two. The dashboard lit up like a river reflecting city stop lights, flashing 위험 over and over. He felt himself close to losing consciousness again, quickly trying his foot to hit the emergency release. It wasn't until he was outside did he realize there was something attached to the back of it. And suddenly it was quiet.]
What in the... hell?
The enemies of Talon will be eliminated.
[The ambush that occurred 0500 hours ago while on a Procedural mission to wipe out a small, but remote and well disguised outfit of the terrorist organization turned out to be a bust. Procedural, he remembers, Winston- who had called it Procedural just 0800 hours ago - was nowhere in sight. It left an ape shaped hole in his nerves.
The first wave was an EMP pulse. Hana had been trained to deal with those in the past. His baby, tons upon tons of steel and reinforced Korean national pride, was equipped for the chance an Omnic uprising would disable electronics and motors.
Within the mass confusion, there was a piercing noise from the speakers located outside of the foreman's door in the warehouse, in what sounded both beautiful in its French accent, and terrifyingly prophetic. This was orchestrated, an entire event planned to attack Overwatch. The old man commanded the order to evacuate- but it was too late. There was the sound of explosion, and a roof collapsing. Everyone separates, and the last thing Hana remembers is finding it to safety, out in the open unknown.
Wave 2 was sleeping gas.
He came to in the middle of nowhere. Well, technically, he was in the middle of Tanzania, which might as well have been the middle of nowhere. He checked his comm link, again. Busted. No sound through his headphones outside of the calm whir of machinery behind him. That beautiful sound. Elegant, perfected, engineered and deliberate. It was all the life he needed for now.]
First things first.
[He sighed, looking down at the panel just below his face. How many hours had he sunk to learn the controls? It was about the only thing that felt right about this mission.
That was, until something physically struck the exterior of his mech. It was electrifying, white hot pain. It felt like being split in two. The dashboard lit up like a river reflecting city stop lights, flashing 위험 over and over. He felt himself close to losing consciousness again, quickly trying his foot to hit the emergency release. It wasn't until he was outside did he realize there was something attached to the back of it. And suddenly it was quiet.]
What in the... hell?
