Miss Robot
General Concept Suggested by The Royal Pen
Bastion felt its body lock up, servos and motors grinding to a halt. Running a diagnostics scan, the Omnic was able to detect a malicious foreign program overriding its own control. Whatever it was, it worked too quickly, giving Bastion just barely enough time to reactivate its core firewall. Unable to overtake Bastion's conscious, the invader retreated slightly. The Omnic, even in its panic, was still able to hear the dark, mischievous chuckle from behind it.
As if appearing out of thin air, a strangely dressed woman with even stranger hair revealed herself to Bastion. The smile that graced her lips spoke of nothing but trouble, but despite her overall sinister appearance, her eyes spoke of a genuine- If intrusive- curiosity. Sombra put her hands on her hips, studying the Omnic that stood immobile in front of her. Just as the Mexican woman opened her mouth to speak, they both heard a dark voice come from her radio.
"Sombra, status. Have you had any luck locating the target?"
Groaning in annoyance, the latina replied with, "Did I call in and tell you I found the target? No! Of course I haven't, tu idiota! If I had found the target, I would have told you already, wouldn't I? I don't want to hear another word out of you until I find it!"
Shaking her head with an irritated huff, Sombra turned back to Bastion, smile returning to her face. "Now, what should I do with you?" After brainstorming for a moment, she snapped her fingers, having come up with an idea. Sombra used her hacking skills to modify the virus, activating the new code with a childish "Boop!" Having finished, she placed her hands on her hips, smile growing wider when Bastion mimicked the movement in real time. The latina went through a series of different movements, beginning to laugh as Bastion was forced to perform some of her stranger actions.
The Omnic beeped in protest, unable to escape the control she exerted over its body. The woman, sensing its distress, had it in her heart to try and sooth the machine's panic. "Hey, calm down, amigo." Sombra spoke with an uncharacteristic softness, placing a hand gently on Bastion's head. "I'm not going to hurt you. I just need you to help me move a few things."
That said, the woman began to take Bastion through the many alleyways of her home of El Dorado. Before long, they came upon a small home, a large empty truck hovering right outside. Sombra opened up the door, twisting and moving her body around in order to help Bastion through the doorway. Inside, the walls were bare, everything seeming to have been packed away into the large metal crates that sat around the house. Without wasting any time, Sombra moved her body around, pretending as though she was picking up an invisible box.
Just a few feet beside her, Bastion was made to do the same. But instead of lifting an invisible box, its mechanical strength was used to lift one of the metal crates. Following Sombra's actions, the Omnic carried the crate outside and placed it within the truck. This process was repeated a number of times, but Bastion was able to notice that the woman took great care to protect the contents of the crates from being damaged. One of the crates was without a lid, and when looking inside, the Omnic saw a variety of pictures, most seeming to portray an elderly woman as well as a smiling Sombra. Once the last crate was placed within the truck, the woman pretended to wipe the nonexistent sweat from her forehead, smiling at Bastion.
"Gracias, Bastion." Sombra thanked it, purging the virus that had plagued its systems. "Mí Abuela has been asking me to help her move for weeks. I would have asked for your help, but you'd have just gotten the rest of Overwatch involved. No hard feelings, amigo?"
Bastion's response was to aim its firearm at the woman's head, the gun's barrel a mere inch away from touching Sombra's nose. The latina's eyes grew wide, not expecting this turn of events despite knowing how dangerous Bastion units were known to be. She might pretend not to, but she did read the briefing documents Reaper would give to her before every mission. But nothing she could have read in the files cou-
"Doo-Woo."
Sombra blinked, dumbfounded, her brain trying to get over the fact that Bastion had just booped her nose with the barrel of its gun. She stared into its blue optic, speechless from the overwhelming surprise. For its part, Bastion gave a series of beeps and whirrs that could be mistaken for laughter. It turned away from her, intent on making its way back to the Overwatch aircraft that had brought it here. Luckily, it did not encounter anyone else on its return journey.
Trying to remain silent so as to not awaken its sleeping teammates, Bastion went to work on improving its internal defenses. Overriding its systems- Even by surprise- Should not have been that easy.
Future Chapters (Depending On Author's Mood)
Assisting Angela
Helping Hanzo
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