Allllllllllllright, ladies and gentlemen. Glad to be back in the saddle. Now I'm gonna check the reviews real quick.
So a guest just ask, "why isn't this labeled under Halo/Overwatch crossover because technically Red vs Blue is still part of the Halo universe." Simple: They are two different things that share the same universe but will hardly ever collide together, canonly. Canonly: Master Chief and the Halo events plays a very small role in Red vs Blue and vice versa. Plus Red vs Blue is categorized under Misc... while Halo is under Game. Hope this was informative for you all.
Anywho... let's get in this.
[Location: Off the Coast of the Overwatch Base Gibraltar/ Time: 07:58 am]
Tucker knew what was awaiting him and his team... one pissed off old guy. Surprisingly, it wouldn't be Sarge. Grif narrowed his brow and sipped his cool beer he had in his cup holder. It may be dangerous for others to pilot a ship after a drink or two, but not Grif. As he kept his eyes focused he could only feel the passengers' nerves.
Lopez was still, one could only shudder to know what lies in his mind. Donut tapped his foot so much that you could make a rhythm with continuous flow of noise, or guess the song.
Meanwhile Doc, who was the most anxious of all, with his right hand he rubbed his thumb against index finger. His left hand wouldn't stop fidgeting, because he wasn't in control of it. Sporadic finger movements were one of the old signs that the O'malley side of Doc was present. It looks like he was here to stay.
"We're on approach." Grif called back while he reached for the radio, "Gibraltar this is Grif, Over?"
No response.
"Gibraltar this is Grif, do you copy?"
A little bit of static came through first, "Oh, hey Grif."
"Wha?! Simmons, what took you so long and where's Tracer?" Grif asked.
Simmons accidentally squeaked a noise out before he answered, "Well..."
"Simmons..." Grif grunted to get his answer.
"I'll explain it better to you when you land." Simmons excused himself.
Grif was confused very much, normally there was nothing they couldn't tell each other. From injuries to personal problems they shared everything together. So when he heard this it was either really bad or really difficult to say over the radio. He would be right about one of them.
Grif came in for an empty landing when no one was around. Simmons rushed over to greet them as he ran straight to Grif.
This forced Grif's mind to enter a panicked state and start his questions, "What happened? Where's everybody else? What's wrong?"
Simmons finally caught his breathe and laughed it out almost immediately, "You'll never believe this... Torbjorn is trying to kill Caboose."
"What?!" Tucker and all the other passengers exclaimed exiting the dropship.
Simmons then began explaining, "Yeah so apparently he Brigitte and Caboose sleeping in the same bed and jus-" Simmons paused upon seeing one of the passengers, "Uhh, guys?" He pointed to Widowmaker.
After following his finger Tucker got between him and her, "She's fine, she's with us now."
"Soldier 76 is gonna flip!" Simmons warned the group.
"Only if he finds outs... so keep your mouth shut." Tucker demanded.
Simmons immediately came back with a question, "What are you gonna hide her in the base, she's not a small bag of Grif's brownies. Oh by the way, Tracer got into your brownies."
Grif threw his hands on his head in a panic, "NOT MY EDIBLES!"
"Focus, fuckers! Simmons, this placed is huge, there has to be somewhere she can hideout. Anywhere come to mind?" Tucker quizzed the smartest one in the room.
As he stroked his chin, Simmons chattered his teeth, wondering exactly what to do about this current situation. Pondering with the group in front of him, he was calmly thinking of answers. Then the thought occurred, "The warehouse. We only go in there to get supplies for our meals, the bathrooms and maybe some extra blankets. I suppose if you volunteer to take all the shifts the Overwatch group would think you felt guilty. Hell, with the supplies you can make a little living space. Maybe have a secret knock when you enter the building."
"You're a genius. Let's go." Tucker thanked his friend as he began to lead Widowmaker to the warehouse area.
Grif stayed with the rest of the team as they all diverted their attention back to Simmons to hear more on the story. Donut eager more than the rest because of his fascination with Drama. While Doc just had an infatuation with violence, Lopez just listened as he just wanted to power down and charge. Donut placed his hands under his chin, being more invested with romance, drama and other subjects in those categories.
"So I guess you guys want to know what happened recently with... that?" Simmons asked rubbing the back of his neck.
"YES! No." Everyone agreed except Lopez shouted waiting for the story.
Simmons motioned for them to follow as he began walking to the point of interest, "Just as it sounds..."
[Minutes before the ship came onto radar: Brigitte's Quarters.]
Torbjorn had been in a very good mood after seeing his daughter enjoy crafting armor. Seeing her craft her newly designed inventions was similar to when Torbjorn crafted his first 'baby' turret. The small man couldn't be any more proud of his daughter. Like any proud father he went to her room to congratulate her on her dedication and craftsmanship.
Knocking with his metallic claw hand, he called out to her from outside her room, "Oh Brigitte... are you in there?" He then opened her door and stepped inside, "... I just wanted to talk to you for a moment and... and... and... " As the light entered the room with him he saw his young pride and joy with her head laying on top of the chest of the unworthy brute known as Caboose.
When the light brightened the room Brigitte's eyes hesitantly opened as she woke up groggy, she hardly made out the figure of her father. She couldn't fully see the whole room so she greeted him normally, "Hey Papa."
"Brigitte?! What is that...that... brute doing to you?!"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Brigitte asked as she realized she fell asleep on top of Caboose after several more hours of work she put into his armor. Being as smart as she is she knew exactly what her situation looked like, "Wait Papa, this isn't what it looks like! We were working on his new type of armor and I lost track of time and became exhausted."
Unfortunately Caboose chose the worst of times to wake up. When Caboose sleeps on his side he moves slowly to get up, when he is on his back he shoots up like a spring loaded trap. Like a catapult he shot face up, into a certain paladin's chest and into a dangerous fate...
[Present]
After hearing the story laid out to them, they all lost track of what made some of them so nervous to come back. They just walked to the scene of where Torbjorn was attempting to murder Caboose as the big guy hid in a supply closet with Brigitte. The manly dwarf banged his hammer on the door while everyone gathered around either waiting for the door to give or for Caboose to lose his cool and ragdoll the man around the room. Bets were being placed on how this would go.
Grif and the others joined the crowd looking for what was to come as the short man, threatened the much larger man through the door. Trying to blend in to avoid suspicion as best they could, but the four of them were too many to just come in.
Soldier 76, who was there because of the situation walked up to the big and tall member Grif with his finger in his face, "Exactly where have you been?"
"Visiting your sister... nice lady." Grif mocked back.
"Where have you been?" The old man turned to Lopez.
"Ir a visitar a tu madre. / Off to visit your mother." Lopez retorted as he laughed in his head.
"You? Where were you?" Soldier pointed to Doc.
Doc smiled innocently, "Oh just working things out up. Like how I will dance upon your grave. Oh O'Malley, never change. Shut up you fool."
Soldier 76 backed away and was about to turn to Donut when Church got in front of them, "You don't question my people. Besides can you stop Gimli from trying to kill our Tank."
"I heard that you ass!" Torbjorn called out.
Brigitte tried to bring her father to reason, "Papa, it's not what it looked like, besides I'm a grown woman. Even if it were to happen it's my choice, besides he's a good guy. Ask Reinhardt."
"Please don't drag me into this." Reinhardt begged.
While the argument continued Tucker entered the room with his hands up as Cole Cassidy (Formerly known as McCree. If you know why, you know) had his gun on him. He coughed to get everyone's attention, "Excuse me, but look who we found and guess what he brought in..."
Amélie Lacroix had her arms up while she too was held at gun point by Ana Amari when she entered the room looking at the floor. Everyone remained silent as the two star crossed lovers avoided eye contact and stared at the floor. Soldier 76 made his way over to attack Amélie by grabbing her by the throat and shoke slamming her against the wall.
Tucker barked at him, "Hey, leave her alone."
"Don't move." Cassidy scorned as he cocked his hammer forcing Tucker to stay still.
Church walked up to Cassidy and headbutted him in the nose so Tucker can deliver a running punch to the old man's face. Making 76 back up he held his real sword out, igniting it, "I told you... to leave her alone."
"Arrest them." 76 ordered as Mei, Zarya, Cassidy, Ana, Torbjorn, Genji, Winston and Symmetra joined his side.
Church joined Tucker as Grif, Sarge, Simmons, Donut, Lopez and Doc / O'Malley joined his side prepared to fight. Church smiled as he shook his head, "Just had to do the dumb thing?"
"You know me... all heart, no brain." Tucker admitted.
Church looked to his friend, "Wouldn't have it any other way."
Before any side could make a move Caboose, Brigitte, Zenyatta, Lucio, Tracer, D.va got in between them all. Zenyatta did his best to be the voice of reason, "Friends, please lower your weapons and stow your anger."
"Master, she assassinated your brother, why defend her?" Genji exclaimed.
Zenyatta turned to face his pupil, "I must forgive her Genji, fore if I do not I would surely be forgetting the lesson my brother taught us. Forgiveness can be one of the best tools used for both friend and foe. It can even lead to feelings of understanding, empathy and compassion for the one who hurt you. Forgiveness doesn't mean forgetting or excusing the harm done to you or making up with the person who caused the harm. Forgiveness brings a kind of peace that helps us go on with life. Yes, she has wronged us all, but if we truly harbor any hate to her then we would be keeping ourselves prisoner."
"As much as I have my own feelings towards Widowbitch, I agree with Zenyatta. Besides, we still need to stay together." Tracer suggested.
"If this is what Overwatch is meant to be then maybe we joined the wrong team." Caboose answered honestly, "When I was with Church we were always together. Even if one of betrayed us we'd still forgive them. We're friends, some of us more than just that, Church is my best friend. If he tells me what Tucker did is right, then I trust him."
"So... do you trust us?" Tucker asked stepping forward to meet Soldier 76.
76 stayed silent as he turned his back on Tucker. A moment passed as an alarm went off, as everyone stared at the blaring red lights and noise they all gripped their weapons while clenching their fists. Something wasn't right as everyone waited for whatever Athena had to say to shed some light on the matter.
Athena came over the speaker to call out to everyone, "Attention! Multiple Ships Inbound! Repeat, Multiple Ships Inbound!"
"Athena, can we get identification?" Winston asked.
Pausing for a moment Athena came back online, "Ships are of troop transport class with several armed forces inside. Flight numbers suggest that they belong to the mercenary organization known as Talon."
"Wonder how they found us." Soldier 76 sarcastically questioned.
"Oh fuck you! Ya think she did this on purpose?" Tucker barked back. After he asked that Widowmaker's helmet started beeping like crazy as the inside tracker started glowing. Taking off her helmet she realized her presence was what led them there, "Okay... this one is on me."
"Forget we got to leave." Church ordered.
"Wait we need Athena." Winston retorted.
"Not to mention time to prep the ships for flight." Tracer added.
"And the prisoners, we can't just leave them." McCree chimed in.
Church rolled his eyes as he held his sniper rifle in his hands, "I'll buy some time... Winston get Athena, Sarge you and the Reds are on prisoner watch, Everyone else get the ships sky ready."
"What about you?" Tucker asked.
"I'm gonna buy some time okay?"
"Church..."
"Tucker... I'm the only one with a one hit kill weapon (If aimed for the head), it has to be me. I'll be back, don't worry... and do not follow me." Church ordered as he started jogging away to get into a good sniping.
Once he was out of earshot range Caboose leaned to Tucker, "We're about to completely disobey him aren't we?"
"Oh... mercilessly." Tucker went to his room to grab his sword before Tracer stopped him.
"Oi, didn't ya hear him. He'll hold 'em off and I need as much help as I can to get three transport ships up and running for take off."
"Then we'll add more time." Caboose patted her shoulder as he started walking away.
Brigitte grabbed his shoulder, "Time to test out the armor... better now than never."
"I thought it wasn't ready." Caboose recalled.
"Well it's not entirely ready, the jumpstart system still overlaps with the life support systems, but other than that it should still work. Just don't press the big red button on your arm. Only press the green and blue buttons, as well as the triggers." Brigitte advised.
Widowmaker watched as Tucker and the other blue one left to go after their friend as Sarge stepped forward. Clearing his throat he made a declaration to everyone in the room, "Alright first thing is first, Widowmaker is under my watch. She is my prisoner until stated otherwise by Tucker. Y'all got that?!"
"Let's move Sarge, time is of the essence." Simmons notified.
[With Church]
On the top bridge overlooking the first part of the Gibraltar part of the map. Church hid where he wouldn't be spotted to easily as he hid behind the wall waiting for a shot. He saw several men load off as he could count about twenty or so troopers, a few enforcers and the main targets.
Wyoming was on the radar building overlooking the sea as he would be, being a sniper and all. Felix was on the floor ordering and mocking troops just like Church had remembered him from before. Meta was there as well, standing right in front of Doomfist, with Moira, Reaper and Sigma by his side.
Church checked his rifle one last time as he chose his target carefully loading the magazine with the heavy rounds into it's place. Scoping in he saw his best option to be Meta, if you took out their muscle then that would let them breathe easier. He took aim and then heard his gun jam, no, not jammed. It was unloaded. How?
"Hola." The voice of Sombra echoed in his ear as she appeared in front of him.
Church groaned as he put his hands up, "I know it's rich coming from me but your powers are bullshit."
"I know." Sombra paused with her finger on the trigger, "So... you gonna try to fight back?"
"Yep..." Church admitted as he spun around to fire his rifle from the hip. Sombra dodged all the shots as he faded out of sight with her invisible powers. When Church emptied all four rounds he started to reload, just as heard a heavy thud behind him. The Metal had launched himself up in the air and landed on the ramp of the top floor. Church finished loading as he turned around to meet his nightmare, "Well, well, well... if it isn't the invincible fuck!"
From what Akande could hear, Church shot at the Meta at least three times before he started to hear a heavy bumping and thudding. A few more crashes later and Church was seen being tossed out the top floor and ont the pavement right at Doomfist's feet. The gentleman Akande was he offered a hand, "Allow me to assist you."
"Thanks..." Church groaned as he felt his body ache because of prior beating.
Doomfist brought him to his feet and looked him in the eye, "Much better, I trust you know why we are here."
"Does it involve something french, purple and an excellent shot... because I can't say we have that. Might wanna check with the base next door." Church joked as he got his footing.
Akande laughed at his humor as everyone else remained silent, "Ha hahaha ha, you are funny... I like you... So I'm gonna to make an offer. Bring us Amélie, and we'll leave and be out of your hair."
"Assuming you are telling the truth on the last part, what makes you think she would want to go with you."
"It is her home, and her place at Talon..."
"I see... but it's up to her, besides. I think Tucker might have convinced her to stay. He's persuasive like that..."
"This is where the jokes stop, I hate to repeat myself."
"Then I'd to have to tell you again."
"Well... if that is what's to happen then, so be it."
"Alright then..." Church removed his sunglasses as he took two steps back, "Let's do this." He focused his hardest as he attempted to transform into his killer form. His veins and muscles bulged for a moment making him slightly bigger, before shrinking back down to their original form. Trying again he concentrated one more time to bring out his beast mode, "Just uh... one moment."
"I'm in no rush, please." Doomfist forgave him.
Church tried again as his face turned red and purple, "Thanks... this doesn't usually happen I think I'm having a thing here."
"Maybe he needs some incentive..." The annoying words of Felix exited his mouth as he tossed Church something he didn't want to see in his life. In front of him laid the broken helmet of Tex, along with a pair of Dog Tags that must have been on her person's.
That's when Church started to realize something, "Where is she? What happened to her?"
"We found out she was meeting with you. We gave her and Widow the order to kill you but the bounty was quite high as you guessed. When she failed we knew what was happening. Talon spares no mercy on deserters." Doomfist announced.
Church tried one more time before just grabbing his rifle, "Fuck it... Fuck you, mother fuc-"
"GRAAGGHHH!!" The roar of Meta followed a booming crash as he landed on Church.
Once Meta got off and Doomfist knelt down in front of him, "Did you really believe you could beat us, all alone?"
"Who said he's alone?" Tucker asked from the top of the balcony.
Doomfist smiled as he saw Tucker jump down to help his friend up, "So... I take it you convinced Amélie to run away with you?"
"Wouldn't say that, more like escape from a corrupt corporation of cock biting fucktards. Pardon my French." Tucker joked with a cocky smile as he leaned in to Church, "Church how ya doing? We could use that kill mode you got."
"He's not coming out, something is wrong with him." Church lied to his friend.
"Church, I know... I've always known."
"What?... Ho-"
"I've known since Blood Gulch."
"You didn't say nothing? I killed Flowers... why?"
"I was waiting for you to bring it up... honestly for the longest time I thought you were too dumb to realize you did it. So the fact that you didn't pick up on the idea that I already knew, kinda makes you a moron more than a monster."
"Well, I hate to burst this touching moment we're having but I still can't go ballistic." Church admitted.
Tucker loosened his shoulders as he ignited his sword, "Okay so new plan. I have Doomfist, Felix, Wyoming and Sombra. You take Meta, Reaper, Sigma, and Moira. Sound good?"
"Well I'm out of ideas so yeah let's go with that." Church stood back up and aimed his rifle braced for the fight to come.
Meta lept in the air to smash them but was caught by a blast sending him back to the Doomfist's feet. As he landed on his back the blast came from a tank round, when Church and Tucker turned back to see where the blast came from, they couldn't believe their eyes. Standing behind them was a large blue knight, with bulky shiny armor, a large tank cannon on it's shoulder and the same helmet that Caboose would all the time. The forearms were massive as they had what could literally be described as a hand cannons mounted on them. 50. caliber bullets wrapped around the arm and fed through the spewing barrel just above the hands where a trigger was in each hand. Two buttons were on the right arm, one green, blue and another flashing red. Green controlled the shoulder shield while blue had full control of the jet booster in the back of armor. The right shoulder held the barrel of the tank weapon as the other shoulder has a massive plate to balance out the weight. The larger shoulder plate held the technology with the same shield technology as the barrier that both Reinhardt and Brigitte use.
Taking off the helmet for a moment Caboose looked at Church with a smile, "Hey Church, look what Brigitte made me."
"Just cause of that fancy tin suit doesn't change a thing. You're still outnumbered." Reaper announced.
Tucker pointed back at Reaper, "And you're still outgunned."
"How long does Tracer need?" Church whispered.
Tracer spoke into the earpiece she still has to talk to the other members, "First ship is almost ready. Second ship is being brought to the final platform. Something is wrong with the third one it won't start up."
"Wasn't Lopez supposed to be fixing it up?" Sarge asked as Grif continued to to push down on the thruster.
A loud banging came from the bottom of the ship, followed by the Spanish of certain Omnic heavy, "¡Hijos de puta lo habéis vuelto a hacer!/ You fuckers did again!" (Again I use google translate so if this isn't accurate let me know.)
"Get the tin man out of there!" Doc/O'Malley ordered.
Church groaned as the three stood their ground, "Fuck me."
"I am with you." Mercy announced as she flew in behind Church.
Brigitte and Reinhardt charged in right next to Caboose, "For honor and glory!" Reinhardt cheered.
The two sides both waited patiently for the other team to make a move as Church looked back to his team, "We can't hold them off forever."
"We can only back up and fight." Church admitted to the team, "I think we can stall them."
"How?" Mercy asked.
"Follow my lead." Church whispered back then turned to the people in front of him to start stalling, "Okay, before we do this I have a few things I wanna know and lay out. First how the fuck are some of you still alive?"
"Oh wouldn't you like to know." Felix mocked.
Tucker and Church looked at each other as a joke, "Yeah... we would... that's why we asked."
"Well, fine... just because I know it's what's probably keeping you up at night." Felix stepped forward and began to remove his helmet. That's when they saw it, the reason he was still living, the reason he was still breathing today, because he wasn't. His helmet was removed and apparently so was his head as the two were one in the same. This wasn't a copy cat or some ghost but a robotic version of Felix.
Everyone was shocked and froze in place at the thought, except Tucker who took a deep breath, "Whoo... and here I thought I actually had something to fear. Which would mean that both Wyoming and the Meta are both..."
"Well the Meta, obviously. After all you still have the original armor as a fucking decoration. Don't you?" The Felix bot accused Tucker.
Tucker nodded as he turned his attention to Wyoming, "And you... you the real British bastard we hate?"
"As a matter of fact." Wyoming revealed his face to show a eye batch wearing man with a handlebar moustache and some greying ageing features, "I am very real."
"Which means the Meta isn't even the real deal... hell the Meta was the shell of Agent Maine. You're a copy of a shell." Church taunted the machine.
The Machine Meta roared as he let them know who he was, Felix's robot still had his cocky attitude, "Oh... we may be fake but... that definitely doesn't change the fact that we're still based off the originals. So y'know, still leagues above you. Plus we have their memories so y'know, kinda gives us a reason to want to kill you."
"Yeah right, you aren't anywhere on the same level as the original. Bet you can't back that up at all." Tucker taunted as the grew took some steps back.
The Felix bot placed it's head back on it's shoulders as it prepared to strike, "Gladly I jus- oh... ohohoho... I see what you're doing. You're just trying to get us to monologue so your buddies can get your escape plan ready."
"What? No... okay yeah." Tucker admitted.
Church shrugged the fact Felix caught them off, "Honestly this is where we caught him last time."
"Right? Wasn't it the fact he was talking all that shit that led to his downfall?"
"Yeah, that's the dumbest he did."
"Nah, I think that's only the second dumbest thing he ever did."
"What's the first?"
"The first goes to the time he let you and me blah blah blah to distract a whole army Talon from attacking us as Tracer finally finished getting Lopez out of the third ship and getting it into position."
"Ohhhhhh you mean now?"
"Right."
"You wasted all our time, just to distract us?" Doomfist interrogated his opponents with an annoyed tone in his voice.
Church smiled back at him as the whole team got ready to charge away fast, "That's called improv bitch." Dropping down Church grabbed the dog tags and made a straight line for the doors.
The six heroes ran towards the large open hanger doors as Mercy flew ahead to lock the way down behind them. Once through the heavy metal doors began to close down as the team made it through with the other agents of Talon behind.
The doors finally sealed tight as Mercy caught a breath of relief, "There, that should hold them."
That's when the doors began to part as the Meta Machine started to pry them apart with it's two hands. Church sighed as he known he should've seen that coming, "Yeah, for all of ten seconds. Let's move... Caboose?"
Caboose had other ideas as he marched to the door with a determined walk, to have quick face off with the machine imposter. He aimed the heavy tank barrel right at the crack of the opening door and waited. When the Metabot opened the doors wide enough Caboose fired the large round from his shoulder mounted tank cannon. The machine stumbled back as it's armor was shattered in it's upper body, exposing wires, circuits and even some random machinery.
The door shut itself again as Caboose turned back with a smile, "That should hold them... What?"
"You... are seriously twisted." Church responded to his killer nature.
Caboose smiled as he began to walk away, "Thank you."
The Meta Machine survived the attack and began to self repair itself as it's parts stared to fix themselves back into place. Just as Doomfist came to help out, charging his mighty fist, he bashed the door denting it to break through.
The dent was seen on the other side making the others worry for their safety. Tucker spoke into the communicator, "Lena, please tell me the ship is ready."
"First ship is out of here with Doc, Donut, Lopez and a few members from Overwatch." Lena pressed a few buttons to speed up the process, "Sarge, Grif, Simmons and a few more members are waiting on you so they can trade Widowmaker."
"Got it." Tucker noted sealing the final door to buy them some more time.
Finally at the last point Sarge ran to them with Widowmaker in cuffs as he handed her to Tucker, "Take care blue... Where are we going?"
"Home... take them home..." Church suggested.
Sarge grew wide eyed as he knew the place he was referring to, "Uhhh, Blue... I have to tell you, the place you're talking about well... we're gonna take them to where Kimball sent us to get away from it all. Don't worry, Tucker will know the place."
Sarge nodded to them as he ran to his ship to take off, the doors closing behind as he took his seat. The plane hovered for a moment before taking off at incredible speed to evade the invading Talon forces. Getting it into position Tracer dropped the backdoors as everyone started to pile in Mercy, Brigitte, Reinhardt, Caboose, Church, Widowmaker and Tucker. Just as they were in the hover mode they heard a thunderous boom as the final door was blasted down and out came Meta, Doomfist and Felix.
Tracer began closing the doors as she put the ship into overdrive and launched everyone out of harm's way. Just before any of the Talon operatives could touch them.
Church put his hands in his face trying to think of what to do now, seeing as he was almost the cause for them getting captured. Tucker saw this and put a hand on his shoulder, "Hey you alright, man?"
"I think something's wrong... Why didn't it work?" Church repeated as he looked at the floor.
Mercy leaned closer, "Could it be that you didn't want to bring it out?"
"I don't see how that's possible, I used it before with the same mentality as every other single time." Church responded.
Mercy pondered for a moment, "Whatever it is must have either a deep internal problem in your anatomy or more specifically your headspace. I'm an expert but I'm not a miracle worker. You need someone who's a genius when it comes to the matter of the mind."
"The mind?" Tucker recalled the Doctor's words, "Uh Church, I think we need to pay Her a visit."
"No..." Church obviously knew who... She was, "No, no... I'll take my chances with never being able to use it thank you."
"We're going... she's been working in Oasis as a lecturer, teacher and all around mad scientist." Tucker pointed out after looking on his phone on her Basebook profile.
Church shook his head and folded his arms, "I'm not going, no!"
"Got a better idea?" Tucker asked.
Church answered honestly, "No..."
"Then we're going."
"No we're not."
[Oasis]
"Oh fuck my life..." Church cursed whoever would listen.
Okay, wow I haven't touched this in a minute because let's face it, I've given up on Overwatch for quite some time. I mean aside from the community, the tired, overworked developers, some backwards ass updates it just hasn't felt like the game has been worth it. But I have been revived because I have heard that Overwatch 2 is F2P... That's right folks, we'll only pay for a battle pass. And loot boxes will be illegal, no more spending $60 for that specific skin you wanted. Yes everything is going to be better. So let's embrace this new world with open arms. And hopefully I'll finish this story as well.
Until next time, Churchisalive signing off for now.