Chapter 1
Bastion bounced as he walked down the streets of Numbani, waving to the occasional energetic child. He heard a honking behind him, and turned to see a car. He stood a bit straighter, realizing he was on the road, not the sidewalk. He gave an apologetic, "Doo-woo." And walked back onto the sidewalk.
"Help! He stole my purse!" A woman called out, and Bastion quickly turned to see an Omnic running away from a panicked woman. Bastion took off after the 'bot, his gun at the ready. He didn't want to injure the criminal, but he would if necessary. He fired a single shot, quickly gaining. The bullet slammed into the rouge Omnic's leg, shattering a support rod and causing the machine to stumble heavily. The pieces of metal went everywhere, and Bastion beeped sheepishly as people began to yell at him.
The running Omnic gave up the chase, grabbing a nearby child and pulling a knife. "Don't get any closer! I'll slit the kid's throat!"
A large, quadrupedal Omnic stomped up to the rogue machine, casting a large shadow. Purple glow-in-the-dark paint lit up on the criminal's face.
Bastion put several of his noises together to say what sounded like, "Los Muertos…" Using his new voice box a bit.
"You are going against code 2-15." The newcomer said, their feminine voice intimidating. Bastion looked to the Omnic, seeing two red eyes and a yellow steel face. There was small text along one of the long horns, reading 'OR-15a'
At the presence of this 'OR-15a', the member of Los Muertos dropped the knife and the purse, stumbled to his feet, and ran off. The new Omnic patted the child on the head, turning to Bastion. "Doo-doo?" Bastion beeped.
"You are violating code 1-1. Any Bastion units found active after the Crisis are to be shut down and dismantled." The centaur-like robot began stomping toward Bastion. As the frightened Bastion unit began to walk backwards, some bits of moss began to fall off.
A girl ran up. "Orisa! No! He is with Overwatch!"
"Or-i-sa?" Bastion chirped, looking at the quadrupedal Omnic.
"I apologize." The girl said quickly. "She didn't know. I am the creator of this here robot. Efi Oladele." The girl held out her hand.
Bastion carefully took it, shaking her hand lightly as to not injure Efi accidentally. "Bas-ti-on." Bastion beeped.
"Hello, Bastion." Efi said with a smile.
Bastion let out a series of beeps and whirrs, only resulting in Efi's confusion.
"…What?" She asked.
"Come with me?" Bastion beeped.
"Where?"
"Gib-ral-tar." Bastion beeped slowly.
"Gibraltar? Where is that?"
"Ov-er-watch" The friendly robot chirped. "Friends." He continued.
Efi tilted her head slightly. "Okay. Sure!"
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The large hangar doors opened, and Bastion let out a happy chirp when he saw the doors sliding apart to allow entry.
"Wow…" Efi gasped. "It's amazing… Wait, is that the Slipstream?!" She pointed at a large, sleek plane with faded lettering on the side. "I thought you guys lost it."
Bastion chirped sheepishly, putting a hand behind his head. "Re-co-ver…"
Efi took notice of the heavily dented and twisted door, which was hanging open. She leapt up, grabbing the ledge and beginning to walk inside. "Woah! I thought there was only one chronal accelerator!"
"They aren't that hard to make." A deep, jovial voice explained, revealing itself to be Winston. The gorilla bounded up next to Bastion, looking up at the enormous machine. "They just require patience." He looked back to the plane.
Efi pressed herself up against one of the windows, waving to Bastion through the thick glass.
Bastion waved back, and noticed the thin metal landing gear that was propping the plane up, was beginning to crush. The plane began to fall towards Bastion, and the Omnic let out a panicked beep. Bastion put out a hand, holding up the plane, just barely. Orisa marched over, helping to hold the vehicle steady while Winston carefully climbed in to rescue Efi.
The hyper-intelligent gorilla came out a moment later, the young girl curled up in Winston's arms.
"You alright luv's?" A voice called out. Tracer dashed up to Bastion. "Oh dear… I'll get Jack." She blinked off to find the Strike Commander. Winston set Efi down, and the moment the girl was placed on the cold tile, Orisa let go of the plane and walked over to her creator, leaving Bastion to hold up the massive vehicle. The E54 unit got onto his knees and propped the plane up on his machine gun barrel, still holding it up with his hand and rifle.
He shot Orisa a questioning look, never one for anger. The OR-15 model didn't take notice of this, only protecting Efi.
Bastion's new optic cover came down at a slant, showing his confusion. He pushed the plane up a bit, becoming a bit fatigued. The only flaw in the Bastion units was their ability to become fatigued. Apart from that, they were the ultimate fighting machines.
"ORISA!" He called out, using his actual voice box fully for a moment. The mentioned Omnic looked to him.
"What, E54?"
"Help me?" He used his voice box again. His voice was high pitched, like a child's.
Orisa stood up straighter. "PROTOCOL 167 ENGAGED; PROTECT CREATOR. TAGRET; BASTION UNIT E54." She spoke out in a mechanical, forced voice. Her eyes turned red, and she began to march toward Bastion, her arm turning into a high-tech fusion driver.
"Stop right there." A gruff voice spoke out. In an instant, Soldier: 76 had his pulse rifle against the back of Orisa's head, standing on her back. "That's our Bastion unit." He turned to Bastion. "You alright?"
Bastion nodded, his voice box recharging. Orisa's eyes went back to normal. "Protocol disengaged." She announced, her hand returning to normal.
"Bastion, what did you do to the Slipstream?" 76 asked.
Bastion shrugged. "Landing gear…" He made a crushing motion with his hand and rifle, supporting the fallen vehicle with his machine gun temporarily.
"What made that happen?" Soldier leapt off the back of Orisa, resting his rifle on his shoulder.
Bastion sheepishly pointed to Efi as she began to stir. "Got in plane."
"Why did you let her get in it?" 76 asked, his eyes narrowing under the mask.
"Thought was safe." Bastion responded in broken English, his voice box sputtering and dying.
76 glared at Bastion. "Never assume something like that is safe."
Bastion nodded, ashamed. the servos in his neck whirred slightly as he did so.
A/N:
So I saw another OW story, and it inspired me to make this! It wasn't written the best, but it wasn't a bad plot. If you have any constructive criticism please let me know how I can make this better!
