And morning came as all things do.

She woke up from her bunk. Releasing the screen door and swinging out her feet to climb out of the Japanese hotel like bed. Taking in the scene of bunk beds and the kitchen at the back, remembering in the hall by the exit being where the toilet and shower was.

She walked out of he bunk groggily. The Orca on autopilot as the hatches to the beds were all shut. The girl was alone. A shower would be nice. It was like a camper trailer in here. So she locked herself in the bathroom and did her thing. She left and entered the kitchen. Charlie walked in quiet. Her guardians were most likely tired. And she knew well why. It wasn't hard to notice that one of her guards was sick. He had vomited in the bathroom for a while. She could read it. And realistically she wasn't really going to be a primadonna over it. He was probably still groggy. And she pitied him. They were clearly both Junkers. Both herself and whatever his name was. But given he was sick, when was going to take care of him. Even if his job was to help her.

And so she put together breakfast. A big lavish one for everyone to enjoy. From eggs to bacon to laid out cereals. It was her motherly attitude that got her what she wanted. In fact kindness was the last thing you would expect from a junker...but there was a story to that. One more befitting of a later conversation.

And as Charlie cleaned after herself, the sounds of stirring came from behind her. The first door opened. Another Junker with blonde fluffy hair and a stubbed leg. He reached behind him and appeared to be getting something.

"Lucio, you know where my peg leg is?" he whispered.

The Brazilian turned over and offered him the false appendage. And when Junkrat crawled out of bed, he caught sight of Charlotte in the room and blushed.

"I can explain," he began.

"I'm assuming you and Mei aren't a thing yet? She's at least aware and doesn't have the wrong impression right?" Charlotte asked.

"Not a doubt. I would not let her be hurt like that. She knows what me and Jamie do. Those two are friends with benefits till anything changes." Lucio promised. "We know it doesn't look great…"

Then he snapped and remembered something. "Yeah and she likes to join sometimes and...Wait a tick! How'd you know about her?"

"I was given a file by Winston. If I'm going to be moved to enemy turf I wanna know who's taking me."

The Russian woman named Zarya got out of bed and decided to add to the conversation.

"Smart,"

Junkrat jumped in his skin. That was where Roadhog was sleeping. Holy shit.

Zarya gave him a look. A look saying if he squealed she would ensure that she would give him something to squeal about. But she knew she could trust him anyhow.

"Maybe it would be wise to know about you," The Russian said to the twenty year old with the white hair.

The woman looked uncertain. "What all you wanna know?"

Zarya shrugged. "Maybe what you would wanna do in another turf?"

The woman rubbed her chin in thought.

"Hm…"

The silver haired girl sighed through her nose and began.

"Alright. My name is Charlotte."

Junkrat interjected like an alcoholics anonymous meeting. "Hello, Charlotte!"

She laughed in her throat before continuing. "They call me Charlie. I'm going to another territory to," she paused.

"There's no polite way of saying it really…

I'm on my way to go and marry a fellow gang leader and unite us to end a gang war."

The room went quiet. The air was heavy and no one dared speak.

"So you're like…" Junkrat paused.

"...a princess kind of?"

Charlie nodded. "I like to think of myself like one in a way!" she chirped.

"This man. You have met him?" Zarya asked.

Charlie shook her head. "I wanna go in with an open mind."

Lucio finally piped in. "Open mind? Your guys have been killing his guys and vice versa!"

The Junker queen cleared her throat. "Open as one can be in my circumstances,"

Behind Zarya Roadhog was comatose. Zarya turned to make sure of that. Yes he was still very much knocked out. Good. Let's hope it stayed that way.

"This guy...you have met him?" Zarya asked.

"Ah...well no. It could be a she for all I know, I never saw him physically. Just through words… 'Watch your mouth Cat, one wrong word and Bones'll come after ya,' and then he would kill like six of my guys. So yeah not the ideal for me. But I know he's going to stop doing that after the wedding so yeh… "

"How the hell are you sure?" Junkrat asked very concerned.

"I can always kill him in his sleep and usurp his gang and territory," Charlotte argued nonchalantly.

"Good point…"Junkrat thought. "…I like this girl actually!" he laughed.

Zarya dwelled on her words until suddenly the ORCA shifted and tilted to one side before rocking back to normal.

"Fuck…" Junkrat mumbled under his breath when balance was regained. Then he gasped, clapped his hands in one motion and rubbed them together like an eager bond villain as he grinned ear to ear.

"Think them moight be bandits?!"

"Let's hope not!" Lucio said visibly shaken up, he was very paranoid around junkers who were capable of anything. Junkrat and Roadhog were like that but they were certainly not a threat to most people if they liked them.

Roadhog groaned awake and rolled over. His large clumsy calloused hands stretching out and looping around Zarya's waist like he was searching for a pillow. He didn't say anything but grumbled sounds vaguely sounding like "Sorry,"

And soon the ship tilted again. Athena chiming in on the autopilot.

"We will be going in for an emergency landing. Foreign object has made contact with the ship."

"Action at last!" Junkrat and Charlotte cheered.