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Here comes a thought
WHO: Tekhartha Zenyatta and Widowmaker
WHAT: post-Recall Widowmaker was captured by Overwatch and in the process of being deprogrammed.
WARNING(S): TBD
Talon had become fat with overconfidence in the later years of Overwatch's disbandment. Any organization however deep their roots went or whomever at the top of global market backed them should pride itself on public image. Power was a performance piece, and they had bungled their grand finale. All it took was one lucky shot and the loss of one of their premier agents for the house of cards they built themselves on to start tumbling down. Somewhere in the middle the United Nations woke up and under a temporary dispensation of the PETRAS Act - Overwatch was granted sanction to act in the best interests of international security.
All because the infamous Widowmaker took a potshot to the temple. One bullet could change the world, and this one broke open a decades long conspiracy that shed light on what broke the pylons keeping the original Overwatch together.
"Surface level concerns we should treat the potential onset of bradycardia," A voice ran over her like the crashing of waves on distant shore - far off and muted, "As of now we know the extent of her mental condition and physical abnormalities are the direct result of research stolen from our Watchpoint in Stuttgart. She was given over the to the custody of Overwatch and it is our responsibility that perhaps one its victims be granted peace."
They were talking about her; the memories of being drugged and afraid laid buried over ten years ago resurfacing. Amélie was so tired she couldn't fight the roiling discomfort these thoughts caused her. Time slipped away and days became weeks became months. Sessions with a watery-eyed Dr. Ziegler who burdened all responsibility for her recovery like Atlas never made Amélie feel comfortable breezed by day by day. How are you today, Amélie? and Do your trigger words still induce a fugue state? or Let's check your heart rate.
The platitudes made her angry sometimes but she had to remind herself that even in this sterile prison in just a hospital gown at least she was still feeling something. One morning she even woke up to a box of petite madeleine pastries next to a cup of chamomile. Her favorites from a dredged up memory of a anniversary visits to Mariage Frères in Paris. The inclusion of tea led Amélie to believe this was Amari's attempt at a peace offering. It seemed these days people wanted to damn her in equal measure to those who wanted to apologize, or the very least reach out. Build bridges even if she was the fire stater.
"You have a visitor, Amélie." Again - Ziegler, crowding the doorway of her monitored room on Watchpoint Gibraltar - contained and watched like a wild animal - Amélie had to feign interest when she asked who. "I'll show him in."
Amélie's eyes widened in muted shock when she heard the low hum of anti-grav technology round the corner before she saw the omnic come into her room. In an instant her vision tunneled to her supposed finest kill over a year ago and, No - it couldn't be -
"...Mondatta?"
WHAT: post-Recall Widowmaker was captured by Overwatch and in the process of being deprogrammed.
WARNING(S): TBD
Talon had become fat with overconfidence in the later years of Overwatch's disbandment. Any organization however deep their roots went or whomever at the top of global market backed them should pride itself on public image. Power was a performance piece, and they had bungled their grand finale. All it took was one lucky shot and the loss of one of their premier agents for the house of cards they built themselves on to start tumbling down. Somewhere in the middle the United Nations woke up and under a temporary dispensation of the PETRAS Act - Overwatch was granted sanction to act in the best interests of international security.
All because the infamous Widowmaker took a potshot to the temple. One bullet could change the world, and this one broke open a decades long conspiracy that shed light on what broke the pylons keeping the original Overwatch together.
"Surface level concerns we should treat the potential onset of bradycardia," A voice ran over her like the crashing of waves on distant shore - far off and muted, "As of now we know the extent of her mental condition and physical abnormalities are the direct result of research stolen from our Watchpoint in Stuttgart. She was given over the to the custody of Overwatch and it is our responsibility that perhaps one its victims be granted peace."
They were talking about her; the memories of being drugged and afraid laid buried over ten years ago resurfacing. Amélie was so tired she couldn't fight the roiling discomfort these thoughts caused her. Time slipped away and days became weeks became months. Sessions with a watery-eyed Dr. Ziegler who burdened all responsibility for her recovery like Atlas never made Amélie feel comfortable breezed by day by day. How are you today, Amélie? and Do your trigger words still induce a fugue state? or Let's check your heart rate.
The platitudes made her angry sometimes but she had to remind herself that even in this sterile prison in just a hospital gown at least she was still feeling something. One morning she even woke up to a box of petite madeleine pastries next to a cup of chamomile. Her favorites from a dredged up memory of a anniversary visits to Mariage Frères in Paris. The inclusion of tea led Amélie to believe this was Amari's attempt at a peace offering. It seemed these days people wanted to damn her in equal measure to those who wanted to apologize, or the very least reach out. Build bridges even if she was the fire stater.
"You have a visitor, Amélie." Again - Ziegler, crowding the doorway of her monitored room on Watchpoint Gibraltar - contained and watched like a wild animal - Amélie had to feign interest when she asked who. "I'll show him in."
Amélie's eyes widened in muted shock when she heard the low hum of anti-grav technology round the corner before she saw the omnic come into her room. In an instant her vision tunneled to her supposed finest kill over a year ago and, No - it couldn't be -
"...Mondatta?"