Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or any of it's content.
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"Talking Talking"
[Thinking]
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"A-MEI-ZING!" Mei bellowed, the Chinese climatologist was currently testing out some cryo-tech with her close friend, Winston. Using her robot companion, affectionately named 'Snowball', Mei had been working on the ability to create what she calls, a mini blizzard.
Basically by throwing her little companion onto any area, Snowball would then hover over the perimeter and lower the temperature until everything in that small vicinity would basically ice over.
With this technique she would be able to freeze anything or anyone trying to hurt her and her friends. Instead of shooting individuals one by one with her endothermic blaster, now she had a more effective way to help stop any groups of bullies.
Development of this new tech had been a slow process for Mei until she paid a visit to Gibraltar, hoping to get Winston's help to maybe speed things along. Both scientists stood outside the gorillas lab whilst observing little Snowball freeze over all the test dummies and obstacles they had put together for it.
"Wonderful!" Winston exclaimed.
"Test number 4 of model 3.2.0 is looking good so far! It's taken me so long, thank you for all your help and resources, Winston." Mei shared her gratitude by giving the gorilla a quick soft hug. Winston, taken back by this, stumbled through his words and nervously adjusted his glasses.
"I-it's fine don't worry! I had a very enjoyable experience working on this project with you!"
Mei chuckled, finding humor in his flustered face.
In all seriousness though, this new development would help her a lot on the battlefield. Things haven't exactly been the best since she was freed from her cryostasis.
In those five years, so much had happened. The climate was still drastically changing and Mei was doing her best to understand why. Working on her own had been a task, after all of her colleagues had unfortunately died before their cryogenic chamber was found.
For now, all that the climatologist could do was help out the former Overwatch agents who were still trying to save this world. Without any of the eco watch point data Mei had nothing to go on except for what she had remembered before her cryostasis.
[After tonight, I think I can confidently use this technique in battle.]
If Mei was being completely honest, she didn't have any more time for experimentation. Dr. Zeigler had recently contacted both scientists about a new mission in Numbani. The Doomfist needed to be transported from Aestria to the Heritage Museum.
According to their sources, Talon agents would be planning to intercept and steal the gauntlet. Closer investigation also hinted that Talon had recruited more members as of late.
That meant that the former heroes needed to be ready to stop them all once more. This new re-established version of Overwatch was ran by Dr. Zeigler and a former agent who called himself Soldier 76 (Mei had never heard of him, but she trusted the doctor).
Together they pulled together a few people, some being former agents, others just humans and omnics trying to make a difference. Most of these people she had never met before, but Mei figured they all had a good heart if Miss Zeigler vouched for them.
Tomorrow they would all be meeting up to discuss the plans of helping the transporters move the gauntlet safely across the city. Unfortunately thanks to the PETRAS Act, being discreet about who they were was priority. Mei and her team were only meant to defend the payload and ensure that it reached its objective.
How would that happen? Well she would find that out in a few days at their briefing.
Outside the back of the Chancellor Hotel, Hanzo sat patiently on the cement, legs crossed, eating a large bowl of ramen.
It was nothing compared to what he usually had, the way this dish was prepared would never be the same as how it was made in Hanamura. For now though, it would do while he sat by the door and waited for the blonde doctor to call him back in to discuss battle plans.
He did not like this place, he did not like these people, but upon his brother's request, Hanzo would stay and offer his help.
According to Genji, the fight against a group known as Talon, was becoming increasingly difficult to handle. All the combatants were ground fighters except for one. A female sniper that had been wiping out her enemies left and right. This made things much more difficult for their team, and they needed a sniper of equal skill to combat it.
At first Hanzo rejected the idea of helping. He did not know these people, nor did he care about them. It was not his place to be here, helping his traitorous brother.
After they had confronted each other in Hanamura, Hanzo had sought some sort of inner peace with himself.
The burden of taking his brother's life no longer existed, now being replaced with the sin of destroying his humanity.
Hanzo found himself wondering his country, aimlessly seeking a way to restore his honor. After much time had passed, he started having strange dreams.
The dragons would speak to him, soothing his woes, speaking words of wisdom to quell his guilt and shame. What they had told him was surprising at first, but now that he had time to dwell on the idea, he agreed.
"It is time to look towards the future, Hanzo. Rebuild what has been destroyed, and begin a new."
Those words echoed in his head as he slurped another mouthful of noodles.
The thought of rebuilding his family's clan into a more respectable empire, and clearing the name of the Shimada. It filled his chest with exuberance. No more criminal dealings, honest work for honest men. That was they way he would regain what he had lost.
But who would run his newly built empire when he passed on?
Hanzo was in need of a successor, a child, someone with Shimada blood coursing through their veins. To keep his bloodline from ending, he needed an heir.
The task was easier said than done of course, but Hanzo would not let that deter him from his plans. For now he would use the excuse of helping his brother as an easier means to travel the world in search of a woman worthy enough to bare his child.
He needed a partner who was strong and smart, respectable with unmatched beauty and charm. A wife that would help lead his empire back to its former glory.
So while offering his assistance to his brother's team, Hanzo would observe the women around him. When the right one presented herself, he would know, and the dragons would know. It was all fate, and the archer would never deny his destiny.
The dragons would guide him towards his inevitable future, back to power once again.
Hanzo was no stranger to wenches, he'd had plenty of encounters with women. Although they were only mere objects of pleasure meant to sedate his needs as a man.
At the time, he was too busy to worry about marriage, but he knew that one day it would happen. Hanzo along side a wife chosen for him would rule together, have children and raise them to succeed his legacy.
That however, was not the future that his brother Genji had desired.
Foolish independence and 'freedom' as he called it, were what his brother had sought. However Hanzo could not understand how sleeping around, staying out late at an arcade and changing the color of one's hair would help accomplish that goal.
His brother was different now, much more of a respectable man. Even while losing his human appearance, Genji had done nothing but grown from it.
Hanzo would always feel the immense guilt of hurting his own brother, but seeing how Genji's mind had changed for the better, did do something to quell that burden.
"Mr. Shimada, it's time! Please join us as soon as possible!" A thick Swiss accented woman called to him.
He recognized the voice to be Dr. Zeigler. After finishing the last of his ramen, Hanzo slowly stood up ready to walk back inside.
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AN: What do you think? Cool? Not cool? I'm gonna try to stick to their character traits as much as I can. Hopefully it all turns out good. ;*