Paladins x Overwatch Chapter 3
Author note: From now on I´m starting to create lore by analyzing Paladins voice lines. I just hope Hi rez doesn´t release a full lore out of nowhere. That would be awkward o_o.
Zenyatta: Hello my friend. My name is Zenyatta. May I ask for your name?
In the door stood a humanoid robot. He wore yellow pants with a red belt. He had a circle of glowing orbs constantly flying around his neck. But the most noticeable thing about him was that he was not exactly standing but levitated cross-legged half a meter above the ground. His voice was metallic but very calm.
Makoa: My name is Makoa. Are you the one who saved me?
Zenyatta: No, it was my pupil Genji who found you and brought you here. I will introduce you to him.
Makoa: Wait, where am I anyway?
Zenyatta: I know you may have a lot of questions. Please follow me and we can talk.
Zenyatta turned around and left the room, waving Makoa to follow him. After a little moment of thinking he followed the robot monk and came into a room with more wall paintings. In the middle was as low table with eight seat mats around it. On one of them sat another robot. On his back he had a long katana in its sheath. Zenyatta joined him at the table and sat down at the over end.
Zenyatta: Please, take a seat.
Makoa: Thank you.
Makoa took a seat between the two, on the third side of the table.
Genji: Its an honor to meet you. I am Genji.
Makoa: I´m Makoa. Many thanks for saving my life.
Zenyatta: Genji, please make our guest some tea.
Genji nodded and left the room.
As Junkrat proceeded in his new adventure he came to wooden little stage in the middle of the forest. Then he saw the source of the noises. Before the stage were wooden chairs. Each place was taken by a little creature that was appearing to be a bomb with a face. There were big ones, small ones in many different colors. The screamed and cheered in high pitched voices waiting for the show to begin. Junkrat sat down on the only available seat in the last line in the right corner. He noticed that the sun had already set. At this moment the light on the stage turned on and the curtains opened. All the bomb creatures silenced until a big explosion occurred on the stage and from a trap door on the ground another metal man jumped on the stage.
Bomb King: Good evening boys! Are you ready!?
Crowd: Yiiiiieaaah!
Bomb King: I can´t hear you!
Crowd: YIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAH!
Bomb King: Then lets get started!
The metal man started to juggle with bombs and did tricks with them.
Bomb King: Alright, what do you call a bomb with a very aggressive nature?
Explosive personality!
Crowd: HIAAHAHAHA!
Bomb King threw one of his bombs far up in the air.
Bomb King: Now, what have a bomb and a bucket of cheese in common?
One leads to another! How? I don´t know!
He threw another bomb into the air. And so it was going on, the crowd laughing at the terrible jokes and Bomb King throwing more bombs until it ended in a big explosion which made the audience explode too. Literary. But there was one individual still standing covered in soot and clapping.
Junkrat: Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore!
Makoa: It´s very uncommon to see a machine master the art of levitation. Who are you?
Zenyatta: So you noticed. I can sense a strong spirit and a strong mind inside you. To answer your question, I am an Omnic. Years ago happened something unaccountable which is known as "awakening". At this moment we were gifted with the power of free choice and a soul. We formed the shambali monks to bring peace between human and machine. We are currently at the shambali monastery.
Makoa: So you two are monks?
Genji: Actually I am a cyborg. My full name is Genji Shimada.
Genji was back with a set of tea in his hand. He put it down the table and sat down again.
Makoa: Thanks.
Due to his size it was hard for him to grab the cup from the low table so he left it on the tablet to cool.
Makoa: "Shimada". I heard this name before... . Once I encountered a wandering adventurer with the name Sha lin. He told me about his village and the conflicts they had with a ninja clan named Shimada.
Genji: I remember this too. I refused to take responsibility for my clans dirty business so my own brother almost killed me. Thats because I am a cyborg.
Makoa: I´m sorry for you.
Genji: It does not matter. As long as I can stand I will regain my honor.
Makoa looked at him with a thoughtful face. He could feel that he was hurt deep inside, but not a single sign of disbelieve in his words.
Zenyatta: So why are you here my friend?
Makoa: Let´s say I´m on a mission of peace too. I am the ancient warrior from a tribe that lived in the oceans for hundreds of generations. I´m here to end the wars of the land dwellers. See this?
He held up his anchor and his cannon he always carried with him.
Makoa: These are from a battle ship which sank right above our village and crushed several of our buildings. I have been sent to protect my tribe from the conflicts of the outside world.
Zenyatta: Interesting, but I can feel a quite big amount of negative energy.
Makoa. Over a long time I developed a special sense for my ancestors. I can feel their rage and power flowing through my body. With intensive meditating and training I am able to control this rage for a short time before it consumes me.
Zenyatta: Impressive. You can stay here for a while if you want. I hope we can learn from each other.
Makoa: I appreciate your hospitality.
Tracer´s mission in the unknown jungle didn´t go very well. It was her goal to find the strange energy signal the received for a while. But there was nothing to be found in the ocean of vines, leaves and wild animals. She made her way through the giant trees. It felt like an eternity until something happened. A big tiger jumped out of the bushes and eyed her with a hungry look.
Tracer´s hands slowly wandered to her pulse pistols.
Tracer: Alright big kitty cat, back off or I will have to hurt you.
The tiger suddenly changed his expression to a terrified face of fear. He jumped to the side and ran away at a really incredible speed, even for a tiger. The bushes moved again and Tracer aimed her pistol at the bushes, ready to shoot whatever comes out. It was a slender figure with a wooden mask. Around his hand he carried a snake with evil violet eyes.
Mal´Damba: Thiss iss the way you welcome the one who ssaved you from causing a blood bath?
Tracer lowered her pistols and mustered the man with the strange accent.
Tracer: Who are you and what are you doing here?
Mal´Damba: I may tell my name another time but not now.
With a green light his legs transformed into a snake tail and he slithered away into the bushes.
Tracer: Hey, wait!
Author note: Outtakes
Bomb King: Are you ready?
Bombs: YAY!
Bomb King: I can´t hear you!
Bombs:YAY!
Bomb King: OOOOOHHH! Who lives in his kingdom under the trees?
Bombs: Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King: Smart and charming and glorious is he!
Bombs: Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King: If a strong and cool leader is something you wish
Bombs: Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King: Then hurry up and cook me a dish!
Bombs: Bomb King! Bomb King
Bomb King: READY!
Bombs & Bomb King: Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King! Bomb King!
Bomb King! BOMB KING!