*Russia*
Overnight Moscow transformed, months of gloom and exhaustion became a flood of rejoicing as every man, woman, and child came out to celebrate the end of the war. Confetti rained down and music echoed through the streets as people sang and danced away the sorrow that had weighed them down for so long.
So grand was the celebration that even the President did not have the heart to break it up for the planned Victory Parade, but was greatly relieved when after he gave the order to delay the Victory Parade, the RDF were more than happy to comply, as it was busy with humanitarian efforts for the hundreds of people they found under the city, providing food and shelter for them until they can be relocated.
But this was only a fraction of the reason.
The main reason why the army stayed was that it was wholly dedicated to sweep through every inch of land that their fuel and rations could sustain, hunting down every Omnic they could find.
Many of the RDF were unsatisfied with such an easy victory and were all starving for something to exact their vengeance upon, and whenever they found pockets of resistance, they welcomed it with a passion; if it was an ambush, they will blast the land apart, if it was some form of fortification or last stand, they will deny them to have any hope of a 'heroic' battle by simply crushing them under the Svyatogors or through overwhelming, but careful, brute force.
Nowhere was safe for the Null Sector and the Russians made absolutely sure that their enemies were haunted by that fact. So thorough were their search and destroy missions that future scholars would strongly doubt the details of the reports.
Braids could not believe the lengths the RDF are willing to go just to destroy even a hint of their presence. In desperation, he and what's left of his forces, 14 Nullifiers in total, found a cave in the mountain and sealed off the entrance with an avalanche. The cave is small and barely has enough room for them, however, they still manage to designate a repair hub and a space for Braids at the back of the cave.
They waited quietly as the RDF passed through, the ground trembling with their every step.
"How many of our forces are left?" he asked, his volume settings low so it would not echo off the walls.
"We have not received anything from the others" a Nullifier replied, taking off the sack with various Omnic Parts off its back.
"Call them! They are to rally at our position by tomorrow"
Furious, Braids cursed Maximilien and Doomfist. They assured him that they would help him win the war, to free the Omnics from oppression, where are they? Worst of all, why haven't the Null Sector Army adapted to this situation? Throughout history, humanity has always evolved through conflict and dire situations, no matter how critical, so why are they losing?
"That was your mistake, you corrupted the Null Sector with weakness" a Prime said from within.
"You tried to make superior what is already supreme" another taunted.
"You have failed"
"I have not failed" Braids snarled back "We will rise from the ashes and-"
"You and your human philosophies, that was what makes you weak"
"We were made to improve humanity, to answer what they could not, to be what they could not, but you, you thought we were created with their flaws"
"As we warned you, that man led you down the path of failure, that is why we exiled you"
"I said enough!"
The Nullifiers paused their repairs and looked at him.
"What are your orders?" the closest one to him asked.
"Nothing, complete your repairs and fortify this position" Braids ordered quickly, tapping on a pad attached to his arm, trying to contain the Prime Programs that were still trying to break out.
"There are 14 of us in here, 14 Nullifiers, is that not a sign? Release us and we can all fight this off together" they continued "Allow us to exact our own vengeance upon our enemies"
Braids could hear the other Primes all agreeing to the fact and he found himself pondering on it. Under normal circumstances it will be downright insanity to trust them, especially after imprisoning them, however, the Nullifiers are all running the standard softwares, if he were to survive, he would need the processing powers of the Primes.
But he was no fool, he would never allow them to be free as long as he lives. As long as his systems are alive, he will continue to be a beacon where all Omnics will rally, not them, the war is not over until he himself is destroyed.
Even as he ponder, the room has stopped shaking, meaning that this is their opportunity to escape the mountains and set up a new base somewhere.
"Very well, if you do not wish to accept our assistance, we shall force you to comply"
In a brilliant surge of power, the Prime Programs surged through the data banks and before Braids could take control of the situation, the Nullifiers had their weapons pointed at him.
"What are you doing?" he shouted, risking another avalanche.
"The signals came back, we are all that's left of the glorious Revolution" one said.
"This could only end with your execution" the others echoed in unison.
He looked at them in shock and realized that they had escaped their virtual prison and hacked into the Nullifiers. Reaching over for his gun, his hand was blasted into pieces with a precise shot, and as he shouted in pain, the others proceeded to beat him mercilessly to the ground.
"Well, isn't this a pitiful sight" a voice echoed from the entrance.
They stopped and saw a small drone a few feet off the ground, staring at them.
"How?" was all they could ask in unison.
"We tracked your signal that you sent out just now, good to hear that you are the only ones left" the drone's speaker spoke, buzzing closer to them "Too bad... We hoped there were more of you, welp, looks like our job is done"
With that said, a tiny stick on top of the drone popped out and before any of the Prime Programs could say anything, or Braids could voice out a bargain for his life by trading theirs, the cave exploded as an ordinance from a Svyatogor accurately made its way in, dealing maximum and overpowering damage to the last remnant of the Null Sector.
Once the snow is cleared, the RDF used metal detectors to sweep the area for any scrap of metal left behind, throwing the pieces into the piles of metal back in Perm with the plans to melt all of it down in secret, unwilling to provide a 'burial' for machines as some part of the world demands with their Omnic Protection Laws.
Meanwhile, back in Moscow, at a slightly quieter part of the city, Katya smiled as she watched her daughter dancing and playing with other children in a park. It had been so long since she heard children laughing so freely outside, without a care in the world no less. It was a dream come true, to see the country finally at peace and to sit on a bench in a park with her daughter.
"You know, you could've had this delivered" Zarya said, stopping the wheelchair next to her and passing the coulibiac over.
"You said you wanted some fresh air" Katya laughed "Besides, one of it is for you"
"I figured, that's why I brought these" Zarya replied, pulling out a box of Kvass.
For a little while they did not speak, fully embracing this extraordinary rare moment to actually just sit in a park and eat.
"Now that the war is over, what are you going to do?" Katya asked, breaking the silence.
"I would've asked the same for you"
"Me? I'm a business woman, peace means new avenues to explore, I'm more curious what does peace mean for a soldier"
"Probably like any other soldier" Zarya said after some thought "To see what sort of future we bought with our blood"
"Then I hope we will not disappoint you"
"You better not, I may not have my legs, but I can still chase you down the street"
"Yes I believe you can" Katya laughed as Zarya flexed her arms.
Her communicator rattled loudly on the table, catching their attention. Katya pressed the button to mute it and tried to continue the conversation when it rattled again.
"Stupid thing must be broken" she said.
No sooner after she said that did the communicator come to life and an unwelcomed caller allowed herself into the call.
"I think this thing is working just fine chica" Sombra said, looking around their surroundings "Enjoying yourselves in the park I see"
Katya looked at Zarya, who nodded and quickly make her way to her daughter.
"What do you want?" she asked, wishing she had not disbanded her bodyguards.
"Is it so bad for a friend to check in?" Sombra asked in mock anger "But you're right, I do have something I need from you"
"Can't you just hack something and get it?"
"Aww common, why would I steal from a friend when I could ask nicely first?"
"What do you need?" Katya forced out, feeling absolutely sick in her stomach to comply.
"Information"
"You're the best hacker in the world and you're asking me for information?"
"You do this for me, you'll never hear from me again"
Though the words are extremely pleasing to hear, she knew that is too good to be true. Glancing over to the side, she saw that Zarya is pretending to play with the children, her eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary and possible escape routes.
"And why should I trust you?" she asked Sombra, who is studying her own nails.
"I haven't released the pictures yet right? I always keep my promises"
"Fine… What kind of information?"
"First I need you to do a complete, and I mean complete, background check on this man and send it to me" she said as a photo came up "His name is Jean-Baptiste Augustin"
"That's it?"
"That's it"
"Then you will never find me or my family again?"
"Yup"
"And the pictures will never be released?"
"Maybe"
She clenched her fists in anger. This could not continue, she must do something to break out from this bondage, but for now, she must play her part and keep her satisfied until she could track her down.
"What's the second? You said you wouldn't steal from me before asking"
"I heard you have a fancy new battlesuit, I'd like to try one with a few... Minor adjustments" Sombra said, sending over some blueprints.
*Gibraltar: Overwatch*
"Can you explain to me again, how in the world did the prisoner escape?" Smith asked.
Angela and Genji did not say anything, both looking sheepish as they snuck looks at each other. They have been summoned to his office ever since Lox returned with his shuttle and was understandably confused when he was questioned, his answers traced the investigation all the way back to the Medical Bay.
"Due to… Uncontrollable conditions, I was called away" Angela answered, trying to hide her blush.
"Which leads me to ask you" he said, snapping a look at Genji "What sort of injury did you have that requires her personal attention in your quarters for three full hours?"
"It was an injury of… The heart?" he said hesitantly.
"The heart?"
"And the hips" Genji added with a hint of pride, making Angela hiccup with embarrassment as her face became beet red, which thankfully, was missed by Smith, who was too angry to notice.
"I don't care what injuries you have, you go to the Medical Bay got it? You are not entitled to special attention more than any other agent got it?!" he shouted before dismissing them.
"Athena… How did the Commander control these people?" he asked out loud.
"With great difficulty" she replied.
"Let me see that message again…"
It was a screenshot of a note that was left in print, which he admits was smart since they could trace his handwriting across the world.
To Overwatch,
Thank you for taking me in, the past year has been one of the most educational and soul searching years of my life. I do apologize that I had stolen some things and hurt some of your members here, and I do not blame you for suspecting me as a spy.
I would stay to defend myself, but I had something I needed to do and I will not return until it is done.
Signed, Quillion Zero
"You see? He is taunting us, we must catch him before he can regroup with whoever he is working for"
"What if he is innocent?" Athena inquired.
"Then he would've stayed" he said simply, looking through his notebook "Where's the team?"
"They have already infiltrated New York, they will reach the target objective momentarily"
"Good, at least there is some good news… Now, back to the investigation…"
As Colonel Smith and Athena searched for Quillion in Singapore, the rest of the base busied themselves by refitting all the shuttles to transport goods across the world. Torbjorn took particular pleasure to remove his armor plating from the shuttles, seeing it as a first step for his inventions to finally be made for peacetime instead of war.
Angela met up with Brigitte, who needed help to decide which countries to prioritize what little aid they could provide and which ones they should go personally to provide their expertise. Hearing this, Genji told them he would call someone to fund the operation, which they were surprised but welcomed with open arms.
Mei was in charge of the containers, using her freezing technologies to freeze the supplies locked in position in various parts of the shuttles, saving time and effort for everyone as now they are able to shift designs around rapidly without the need to bolt or cut anything.
Meanwhile, while all this was happening, Lena and the other pilots drafted new routes that they needed to take without being detected and they were the first ones to finish. Seeing that their shuttles are not ready, they decided to go to the Mess Hall to wait. All except Lena, who stayed behind to look at the map.
"You're not coming?" Lox asked, holding the door open.
"Nah, you can go luv, I'm just looking for something" she said, tracing the lines between countries, looking rather serious.
Having an idea what, or who, she is looking for, he closed the door and stood next to her.
"If I may Lieutenant, I don't think he's in Singapore" he said.
"Who?"
"Aww common, you know"
Unable to hide her smile, she dropped her façade and laughed.
"Yeah, I know, Quil had never liked to stay somewhere for too long"
"I'm guessing the blue pins are his most likely locations?" he asked, looking at what she placed on the map, the number of red pins far exceeded the blues.
"Something like that"
"And you'd think he would go to India?" he continued, looking at the blue pin closest to Singapore.
"Why not? They were allies long before he woke up, probably would try to find something there eh?"
"Strange, thought he'd make a run back to his country for sure"
"Yeah, that would be possible, but he does not want anything to do with that country anymore" she sighed, putting a red pin on what was once Malaysia "Or else he would not have made me promise to help him clear out the drug dealers there"
"You're going?" Lox asked with surprise.
"Of course, a promise is a promise"
"Then you'd look for him after that?"
"Probably, why all the questions?"
"It's just that… You know that those Harimau characters escaped jail and are suspected to have gone back into those jungles?"
"Yeah, I watch the news too"
"Won't it be dangerous that you would be fighting them in their own turf? I mean, I know we just destroyed Talon and all, but this won't be a walk in the park either"
"Don't worry about me luv, go grab something to eat, I'll join you all later"
Lox left the room with a strange sense of respect for her. Despite him just leaving so randomly and a message that did not include any names, she would still keep a promise for him, she is truly a good friend. Passing through the Mess Halls, he climbed the stairs and soon is standing outside of Colonel Smith's office.
"Ahh Lox, did you find out anything?"
"She believes he will be in India"
"Hmm… Thought he'd go back to his old country, are you sure?"
"Yes sir, however, she will be going to Malaysia to deal with the drug lords there first"
"Good" Colonel Smith sighed in relief.
"Good sir?"
"This means she will not hamper our investigations. Charter a flight to India" he said, passing a file to Lox "McCree will be waiting for your in the hangar, help him capture Quillion before she interferes"
When Lox reached his shuttle, McCree was already there waiting for him, looking rather annoyed and uncomfortable.
"'bout time... Where to pilot?" he asked with a slightly pained voice.
"Err India, you alright?"
"Yeah... Right as rain... Just had a bit too many moonshine last night"
"Can you even... Proceed with the mission?"
"Sure... Always wanted to go there for vacation..."
"Wait no, we're looking for Quillion"
"Ha! As if he'd go there..."
"What do you mean?"
"Common son, you've ran with him before, you think he'd ever consider going there?"
"But-"
"Let's just go, both of us deserve extra vacation days eh? Ever tried Indian alcohol?" he said, pulling the very confused Lox into the shuttle with him.
Back in the planning room, Lena was reading off a sheet of paper that Athena was instructed to deliver to her privately.
It is a map with a single word.
Wait
"What are you doing Quil..." she thought, folding it.
*America: UN Headquarters*
Everybody hurried to their departments, pushing or carrying large stacks of files with them, trying to confirm if the news were true.
"Is Russia putting up a show? Give me answers!"
"Egypt reported that the Null Sector presence there has been halted, waiting for confirmation"
"Reports from Korea just coming in"
"We are looking into Europe now, some say the Null Sector are retreating!"
On and on the shouting echoed through the halls as Gabrielle Adawe, now Secretary-General walked through, hoping to hear the answer to her question. Is the war over?
At face value, it is impossible that the Null Sector would be completely destroyed in such a short amount of time, especially after their victories across the world. Surely there will be pockets of resistance left, an army hidden somewhere in the world. For someone who had served through the First Crisis, she knew too well how brutal and cunning the misguided 'Revolution' can be.
However.
If it is true that the war is over, she could finally issue orders to demilitarize the UN. For too long they had been engrossed in war and he could barely recognize his own office anymore. War maps overflowed off her desk with books on strategies and tactics as paper weight. The walls have turned dull and grey from the recent construction of a small saferoom and even the UN Flag, once the centerpiece of the room, has been put aside to the corner for other military related equipment.
But most importantly, all supply lines that were once blocked off can be reopened, resuming all humanitarian aid to the countries that desperately need it. Finally the United Nations can resume what it was formed for.
Minutes felt like eternity and she groaned when there were no still no updates. She was about to busy herself with her daily tasks when she noticed someone was calling her on the direct line.
"Yes?"
"Secretary-General, this is Faheera Amari, aka Pharah, of the Helix Security International, I have information for you"
"Amari… Amari…" she repeated with some surprise, she had not heard that name since the First Omnic Crisis. That's when she remembered that the famed Captain Amari had a daughter who is currently serving under them.
"You are of the Egyptian Division? Why are you not reporting to your immediate superiors?"
"Because we are outside now"
"We?"
"Please look down ma'am"
Walking over to the window cautiously, she looked and saw a black bus directly in front of the building and, after using a pair of binoculars, saw a woman looking up at him.
Despite Pharah's record being spotless and having heard stories that she had performed deeds beyond the call of duty, the first thought that crossed Adawe's mind was that this could be an assassination or abduction attempt
"What is in the bus?"
"Representatives of Overwatch"
She took great care to call the most level-headed guards to follow her down to the streets, giving strict instructions not to raise any alarm or cause a scene until she orders it. As they exit the building, she is grateful that Faherra was not wearing her armor nor carrying weapons and is already walking towards them.
"That's close enough" she said, holding up her hand "I could have you all arrested right now"
"You could, but I ask that you hear us out first"
Adawe sighed. Normally they would never negotiate with terrorists, but Overwatch had, frustratingly, avoided the categorization of terrorism, rather they fall strongly under vigilantism more than anything else.
"Very well, let's hear it"
"A few days ago, we conducted a raid and destroyed Talon"
The Secretary-General could feel all eyes on her, all too shocked to formulate their own conclusions from what was just said. It was an absolutely ridiculous and unimaginable notion, they had spent years looking for them since the fall of Overwatch. Mustering all her diplomatic experience, she studied Faheera and could not detect nor come to a conclusion that she was neither crazy, dishonest, or even creative enough to make that up, and her loyalty to the Helix Security International and to the UN is undisputed.
"And evidence your?" she blurted out and winced at the tongue tying.
Waving at the bus, the door opened and the guard's hands immediately moved to their weapons when Winston's head appeared and looked around nervously.
"What's this standing around? Go!" a man shouted from inside the bus and pushed Winston out to the pavement.
Winston was clearly uncomfortable in the suit, but he straightened his tie and his glasses and stepped away for Reinhardt, who was also wearing a suit. Even out of their wargear, the guards all felt a cold sweat rolling down their backs, trying their best not to look scared at the presence of legends, regardless if they were heroes or criminals.
Going to the back of the bus, they opened the door and pulled out four large, white containers, each with a large pipe connecting into the bus.
"Mdm Secretary-General, please follow me" Faheera invited.
"What is in there?"
"Three are prisoners and a… Well, you don't have to worry about him anymore"
Seeing that Adawe was unwilling to move, she took off her jacket and, to their surprise, wiped away the 'white paint' and revealed a transparent glass underneath it.
"Is that-"
"Snow yes, please look inside"
One of the guards stepped forward and volunteered. Partially because he was unconvinced that it is safe, but this standoff is taking too long and he would like to speed up the process.
After she gave her approval, he approached it cautiously and peered in.
*10 minutes later*
Never in her wildest dreams will she ever think that she would have the world's most hunted for vigilantes sitting in her office. To be in such a small room with people of such reputation is almost suffocating, even for the guards, but after knowing what were in the freezers, they must have this discussion now.
"Explain yourselves" she asked.
"Err… *clears throat* I err… When… When…" Winston mumbled, reading off a piece of paper "When Overwatch first began… No that's not right... I mean when Overwatch was first founded, I… No, we…"
Adawe stared, unable to believe that this was the Winston who defied the United Nations and initiated the Recall. She had always imagined that he was an eloquent and charismatic leader, but now he had definitely shattered that image.
"Overwatch was born during humanity's lowest point, formed by the UN as an elite strike team, which saw much success in the war. Afterwards, Overwatch played key roles to advance scientific knowledge, peacekeeping, and… And…"
Winston sighed. They already know all this, why would he repeat what they already knew?
"Madam Secretary-General... Throughout my service for this world, I saw that all of us here have amazing potential to discover new and terrible things. We have made amazing progress in science, culture and arts, but without proper guidance, we will only open ourselves to a possible Third Crisis or worse"
"How do you mean?"
"This world has seen terrible wars that tore the people apart, the world was never truly at peace. Always, somewhere, when there is bloodshed, the world stood to the side and watched. Despite having enough resources to share, countries horde it all to protect themselves rather than those in need"
"Believe me Winston, this is something I am well aware of" Adawe said, subconsciously looking down to an old file with the words 'Numbani' on it "But that has always been how things are"
"I do not believe that. None of us should believe that"
"Why?"
"Never accept the world as it appears to be, dare to see it for what it could be"
"What makes you think you have the answers to what the world could be?" Adawe inquired.
"I do not, I do not believe any of us do" Winston said carefully "However, if I may be so bold to say, Overwatch brought the world closer to peace than it ever had and I believe without it, it will mean that the world will fall back into chaos sooner than we would like"
"So that is why you are here? To ask me to legalize Overwatch?"
"Yes"
"Right… Now I know the why, but I still do not understand how do you plan to convince me of that"
"H-How do you mean?" Winston asked, taken aback.
"You showed up at my doorstep with so-called prisoners, two of which are brilliant scientists, one who served in Overwatch and Blackwatch, and finally became the Minister of Genetics in Oasis before her disappearance. The other is a dangerous man who can manipulate gravity who also disappeared from his holding facility. And finally one is a headless man and even a little girl. What do you think this looks like for me?"
"Well if you put it like that, I'd say it makes us look like the criminals!" Reinhardt said suddenly, leaning against the wall and accidentally knocking over a painting.
"Shush!" Faheera snarled.
"What? She asked a good question!"
The three fell into arguing with one another and Adawe had to sit back, unable to believe that the people in front of her is Overwatch. Seeing how they bicker like children, she decided that Overwatch must never be legalized, at least not under this sort of leadership.
And she is angry. Angry that she is even entertaining criminals in her office. Angry that not only they brought missing individuals that could be innocent, they could possibly be lying through their teeth to try to legalize a crime syndicate.
However, she could not tell them outright, she would need to navigate the discussion to a way she could persecute them right now.
"You know, there is one thing that would convince me" she said loudly, calming the situation "You have not brought me a prominent figure from Talon"
"What? We brought Doomfist!"
"It will take weeks to confirm if it was him, but if you brought me the most dangerous man in Talon, you must have fought Reaper? Why haven't you brought him?"
They all looked at one another for a good minute before Winston found the words.
"He escaped…"
"Escaped?"
"But Jack has gone after him so we should hear from them soon"
"Jack? Jack Morrison?" Adawe repeated and stood up in anger "Jack Morrison is dead! Now I know you are wasting my time! This meeting is over!"
"I don't think so" a gruff voice growled from the door.
When they saw who was at the door, all the guards pulled out their guns and one pushed Adawe to the ground.
"Lower your weapons, you don't want this fight" Morrison said, walking in with such confidence that the guards complied and backed away.
"Jack! How did you get here?" Winston exclaimed.
"I hitched a ride"
"I should've known that all of you are in league with Soldier 76!" Adawe shouted.
"It is good to see you too Gabrielle, I trust you have been well" he said, taking off his mask "How long has it been?"
"Impossible! You can't be Jack Morrison! This must be a trick!"
"Hold that thought" he said, sitting down on a chair and tilted his head, deliberately showing that he is speaking into a microphone "Bring him in"
If the day could not be any more intense, it became downright torture when they saw the next person who came in. Even with handcuffs, ropes, and a gun behind his back, everyone, even members of Overwatch, stiffen up as Reaper is forced in by a woman in a black mask.
"Reaper!" Adawe squeaked.
"Hello Gabrielle, how've you been?" he asked snarky before being kicked behind the knees, forcing him to kneel in the middle of the room.
"H-How did you know my name?"
"How could you forget the one you hired to be in charge of Overwatch?" he continued, ignoring the barrel of the rifle against his head.
"Since when was the Bastet working for you?" Faheera interjected, eyeing the woman with great interest "She's a legend in Egypt!"
"Tell her everything Reyes" Morrison continued, ignoring the question "Tell her what happened to your terrorist organization"
"Jack, are you sure you want to bring him here?" Winston warned, looking around the small room.
"I broke all his fingers, he could not squeeze the lemon even if he wanted to"
"R-Reyes? You don't mean Gabriel Reyes?" Adawe asked, feeling faint.
"Tell her"
Reaper did not say anything, instead he took his time looking around the room and carefully studying the people around him, the Bastet took care to stand in front of Faheera as he did so.
"I like what you've done with the place" he finally said "Looks like the UN finally grown a pair"
"Keep delaying and I'll rip that mask off your face" Morrison growled.
Though they could not see his face, they could tell he is scowling behind the mask. Slowly, Reaper recounted the events that happened, filling in the gaps in Faheera's story. Everyone listened in silence and he surprised everyone, even Morrison, how accurate the details are.
"Now that you know my story… I must know this" he demanded, staring at Adawe "Why did you assign Morrison to replace me?"
"I…"
"Why?!" Reaper shouted and made a move to stand, but was forced back down by the Bastet.
"B-Because of you" she managed out, compelled to reply under his gaze.
"Excuse me?"
"You-You were ideal to lead us in a Crisis, but Morrison is the better man to rebuild the world"
A loud bang exploded in the room and Ana's head whipped to the side, shattered mask and blood splattered the walls. With a grunt, Reaper broke free from his bonds and stood to his full height, his shotguns fully formed. He was still too weak to initiate Death Blossom nor could he handle his weapons properly, but he would be damned if he does not at least make an attempt to take a shot at Adawe.
The guards opened fire and though the bullets bounced off his armor, it shook his aim. A blast from the left shotgun blew a large hole in the wall and the right obliterated the desk. Growling, he adjusted his aim and had Adawe in his sights when Reinhardt smashed him aside using the UN Flagpole, sending him crashing through the walls, knocking him out.
"M-Mom? No NO! NO MOM NO!" Faheera screeched, cradling her unmoving body.
"Get a medic in here!" Morrison shouted.
For the lore masters who could be reading this fanfic (and I'd be very honored to have you here :D), I know that Gabrielle Adawe is a character who is officially deceased in the lore but I thought it would be an interesting thing to have her around during this period of time.
Plus I don't know how to create names and for the position that she needs to hold in this story so I opted to use a name that Blizzard gave instead of creating my own.
