Base commander's log: I'm doing this from the landing bay while working on my power armor, so you're gonna hear me grunting and pausing the audio when I break out the welder. My Angel spent the night here, giving me a helpful distraction and moral boost. It's always nice just laying next to her while holding each other. It helps keep the darker thoughts away, which is exactly why I've been spending so much time working on my equipment lately.
I've always had issues with it since my parents died, but ever since coming back to life, and then that battle in Syracuse, it's been been harder and harder to keep my mind right. I'd talk to Angel about it, but I know she'll just go nuts and try to call in every shrink from here to Timbuktu. Though I am definitely glad she cares about me so much. Definitely one of the few reasons I can keep going and keep my mind straight.
Regardless she headed back to Gibraltar this morning. Apparently a small Nullsec force turned up in Hong Kong and was causing issues for them out there. Kinda nice to see it isn't just countries with freedom getting attacked, but it sucks civilians have to get caught in the middle. I wanted to help, but apparently it's been decided that until my issue can be treated I'm cut off from Overwatch missions. As if that will help my mind.
Now as for this armor I'm working on, it is fucking heavy. I'd bet this thing could take a hit from a tank when it's ready. The legs are done, the helmet is done, and the right arm is almost done too. Working on that right now. I just gotta finish up the left arm, the power core mounted in the back of the abdomen plating, and mount it all on the frame. Then I need a weapon to use with it. Honestly I could probably just rip stop signs out of the ground and use them as weapons, but I need to keep away from the action as best as I can. This is more for just in case or if I get stuck in a hell hole like Australia again. Or Jersey...
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A message popped up on the screen of John's computer and he paused recording as he read it. "Large crate delivered to front entrance." John smiled. He was expecting a few more parts for his armor to arrive today or tomorrow, and this just made things that much easier for him. He got up and began making his way to the front entrance. He triggered the main door to open as he approached and nodded to the guards next to the door.
"Sir, the delivery guy seemed a bit nervous while delivering this crate. We should probably check it out." one of the guards said cautiously.
"Alright." John said rolling his eyes. "It should just be parts for my armor, but let's take a look." he finished before keying in the code to open the 5 foot by 5 foot crate. As the crate opened, he could tell quite quickly nothing inside looked like the parts he requisitioned for his armor. However it did look like an antique explosive device of some sort with the Null Sector insignia painted on one side. "Code black!" he yelled after he triggered his coms and triggered the base into lockdown, sealing it tight. "We have an explosive device at the...
BOOM*
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The call came in across the Overwatch coms. Angela wasn't ready for it when it did. Null Sector took credit for the terrorist attack on Boston, leaving radioactive material flooding the city. Evacuations were underway and much of the city was ravaged. Agent Longshot's call over local coms was the only warning they had, but it was too late. He was at the epicenter of the blast, believed to be killed. The refugees within the base were evacuated, and Sombra found herself grudgingly under the protection of Overwatch. Angela was distraught. Once again she had lost the love of her life. And this time she didn't think he would return...
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John awoke once more in hell, and he was pissed off like never before. He looked in surprise at his limbs which were strangely his fleshy ones returned to him. He then around to get his bearings from the last time he was here and realized he wasn't far from where his last battle took place. He made a brisk pace, knowing that time flowed strangely here, though he kept an eye out for the demons he knew lurked around every corner here.
He saw many imps duck behind cover as he passed them by, and a sadistic grin spread over his face as he realized they recognized him. He saw several demons he knew as knights and a feaster look at him in shock before making a beeline for anywhere he wasn't. With everything giving him such a wide berth it took him no time at all before he arrived at the crater in the deepest pit of hell. The bones of the Abyss Titan laid where they fell, though his gear appeared to be sitting atop an altar that he knew wasn't there before.
All but his sword was spotless and placed carefully atop the altar. The blade appeared to still be stuck in the ground where it fell from his grasp the last time he left, likely out of fear of it's bite. As he grasped the handle, he could feel the overwhelming power that remained trapped in the blade from the slain Titan. He drew the blade out of the ground and felt the power rush within him before he was once more launched from this many times cursed land and back home...
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John awoke within a crater. his limbs missing once more, and a warmth to the air around him that he suspected was from the bomb. He looked around, realizing where he was, then began dragging himself towards the still sealed door of the base. After a short while he finally made it and was more than thankful the small screen to enter the code to enter was shielded by the building's concrete.
It took some doing but he finally got sat up enough to type in his master code and open the main door, revealing a dark hall. He resumed dragging himself through the halls of the facility after the door closed behind him with what felt like an eternity passed before he made it to the medical bay.
"I'm gonna be really pissed off if each time I come back I gotta get my limbs reattached." he grumbled to himself as he pulled himself onto the medical table. The machines scanned him and he noticed slight radiation poisoning from Cobalt-60. "Probably what that fucking omnic bomb was loaded with." he thought out loud as he keyed in the machine to attach one of his spare sets of limbs and clear up the minor effects of the bomb on his system. The mask of anesthesia was placed over his face and he took several deep breaths before it took him out...
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John was quite annoyed. His new shuttle was gone as were his rifles and his revolver. By some miracle no one grabbed his new pistol off the workbench where the mess he was making still sat undisturbed. He spent several hours after his operation trying to get the base's coms system hooked back up to the global internet but the lingering radiation seemed to be cutting out the possibility. He considered using some materials to build a bigger antenna to connect to the satellites that provide it, but going back outside without suitable protection was... risky. So he decided to finish what he could on his armor before he tried that plan.
Most of the radiation protection was there, but the last pieces he needed for the life support and armor he would have to scavenge from the base as best as he could. He had to pull apart several of the heater/air conditioning units in other rooms as well as a couple of the spare cleaning drones, but after a few days it finally came together. It wasn't quite how he wanted it to be, but he would make do until he could get the proper parts.
The antenna however was much easier. he disassembled the primary dish after retrieving it with his new armor, and after another day he built a bigger one that could hopefully make the connection he needed. He hooked it back up and prayed as the computer searched for a connection. When it finally connected he watched as a flood of messages came through from his spy metwork as well as from the Overwatch network. He was surprised that only two weeks had gone by since the bomb went off, but even more so that Nullsec had began using the outskirts of Boston as a base now that their "Oppressors" had been cleared out.
He sent a message to Angela asking for a ride out of this hellhole and sent out the coordinates of the Nullsec encampment as his pick up site. He decided it was time to give his new armor a thorough test drive...