Another delightful story for @caped-ace, this time for some Reaper76 from Overwatch! Enjoy these old men, proving that being edgelords doesn’t go out with age.
Cut is for length, not for content.
It had taken nearly thirty minutes after the battle with Los Muertos for Soldier: 76 to finally collapse in the Dorado alleyway.
Clearly, he had known it was only a matter of time before he would succumb to the injuries he had sustained. That’s why he had concentrated on taking an aimless, twisting path through the Mexican city, avoiding major thoroughfares. Generally he kept moving south - which must have been where he had left whatever mode of transportation he had used to get there - but then, near an industrial scrapyard, his knees buckled. One arm against a building wall, the other clutching the heavy pulse rifle. Of course that would be important to him, but soon it fell with a clatter as he gripped his side, where he had taken the brunt of the grenade blast.
Idiot, Reaper thought. The child had foolishly put herself in danger, had lingered too long, and then the rogue had hesitated in deciding what to do about it, waiting for the last possible moment, losing the gang and just barely rescuing the girl. Sloppy. Careless.
After a moment, it had become too much, and Soldier: 76 sagged to the ground in an unconscious pile.
“Old habits die hard.”
And now that old habit was going to kill him. Ironic.
At 15:34 that day the Deadlock Jaeger
boots up for the first time and initiates the neural handshake with
its sole pilot, name and background unknown.
At 15:41 Lechuza Renegade is deployed
to take it down and prevent a mass murder in the urban areas of Santa
Lechuza Renegade arrives at 16:47. The
battle lasts three hours.
“It was a goddamn miniature mech
cobbled together in a garage by teenagers with too much time on their
hands! What the hell took you so long?”
Gabriel Reyes and his co-pilot take the
reprimand with quietly grinding teeth. They don’t say the smaller
size made it impossible to hit. It was in and out before their Jaeger
could react and its smaller weaponry allowed for aimbot technology
the likes of which their own can’t profit from. It was like trying
to squash a fly. A panicked fly with a gun.
They don’t say all that because it’s
in their report, the same the Marshall pokes at like it personally
“We did our best, sir.” Reyes says.
“And we brought in the mech for study.”
“For study, great! If you haven’t
noticed we have a full bay of the damn things, we don’t need some
scrap heap out of Deadlock gorge!”
I’m laughing to myself because like I was thinking about how to keep SPN fresh without constantly powering up the enemy and I was landing on faefolk, which let’s be honest they haven’t begun to scratch the surface on.
They wouldn’t need to be powered up, they would just need to operate as they do in lore to freak out the Winchesters and present a real challenge. You’d just need to create a civil war between the fae folk based on the ones who hate humans versus the ones who don’t.
Anyway so I’m like thinking we could see Oberon King of Fairies but what if when we finally met him: