Chapter 4
In his drunken stupor, slurring heavily, and his vocalizing even more abrasive than usual, Jamie told his tale of wonder and betrayal.
The Junkers held yearly mech battling championships, no outsiders allowed due to unfair advantage. Talks of dethroning Queen's mech champ title buzzed in the sour, dry air, one fateful year. Talks of local mech builders and their usual "secret weapons that would wreck Queen's mech!" which all had been null when the time came. The queen, however, had sought out assistants every year. Those who could help improve her mech with her ideas, make them a reality.
In the lowliest of bars lingered Junkrat and Roadhog, feared yet respected amongst the locals. In stomp some well-dressed, yet beefy gentleman (well-dressed being not horridly torn or makeshift clothing, nor badly dirt-stained). They went and surrounded the dynamic duo, staring them down, before the frontmost one tells them that they've been requested as audience for Her Majesty. Of course, off they went to her lovely abode, which was just a much bigger run-down shack than everyone elses, with a large, rickety garage attached.
The Queen sat upon a tall barstool at the counter of her kitchen. It was a nice place on the inside, real nice, barely a sign of the outside in there. You know, besides her glorious bosom-ness. She did have some great tits, but more about that later. She requested Junkrat become one of her newest mechworkers, testing new ways to add on to her mechanical battlesuit. He seemed to be the next best scientist to hire than a legitimate scientist or actual demolitions and explosives expert, since they were a bit short on a radioactive wasteland like Oz.
Junkrat had plenty of ideas racing, wondering if he may be able to get in on the Queen's hidden treasure cache, like her spoils from previous mech battles. And this is just what she offers: a hefty reward in cash, a repayment for a win. Only if she wins though. The Queen made it extremely clear how losing wasn't an option coolly, and sultry in an extremely intimidating manner. The junkers shuddered, as even Roadhog was shaken by the woman. He knew he couldnt hold off against every single bloomin' one of her hired men.
Within a month, the Queen surely won her mech battle championship with the help of a small atomic missile able to propel the enemy mech upwards into the air several hundred feet. Of course, didn't mean no one was effected by the radiation, but no one much cared at that point. That night, the Queen was slammed in her home, and had called Junkrat in to celebrate with her privately.
That was something she regretted much later.
She came onto him, both horrendously drunk, and they apparently had wild sex.
She proceeded to send Junkrat and Roadhog out of the city in shame for touching anyone like him. She's the queen, and supposed to be untouchable, not someone who just gets slammed with a maniac and slams the maniac. She's supposed to have more class, and he was sent out.
The men listening all chuckled heartily to the story, through Jamison's thick slurring and occasional wild, foreign, slang usage. Mei sat flustered in the corner, Zarya and Pharah staring at her unimpressed.
Jamie had the confidence of an eagle that night, knowing he'd shoo away the rape accusations. If that was rape, it was a double-sided rape and it's essentially evened out.
Soon it would be his chance to try to move in on Fareeha, he was an innocent man once again.