Post by Soldier 76 on Aug 18, 2016 18:36:22 GMT
So this was Gibraltar, the semi-truck rolled to a stop outside, what was in the trailer? Anyone's guess but it was accompanied by a veritable army of identical teenagers. All of the spreading out and searching around for signs of traps or trouble. They regrouped and like a wonderful little hive sought out all nooks and cranies, like controlled by one singular mind and one singular goal. Satisfied there was no traps the truck was moved in further backing up to a garage door seemingly designed for offloading and on loading. This place had to be suppliable somehow. Then the little army of clones had to figure out how to get the door open. Talk to someone probably.
That someone was going to be the gorilla who'd taken to watching this hive at work. "Can I help you?" he asked noting the truck, all of the teens looked up at him chilling on a bridge that connected to parts of the facility. "We aren't accepting any deliveries. I think you have the wrong place."
"Don't believe so, I was invited here, by the vigilante man, 76...Jack morrison, whatever he calls himself," they said in unison, which made them all look at each other and elect a single one to speak. "Apologies, each of these bots is like it's own extension, when they work together I forget they aren't all the same." He laughed. "Anyway, you're Winston, I'm Whiskey, Reginold Shepard the 5th what have you, I'm sure you were told I was coming? I need the garage opened and a forklift. Also a lot of power and computers, holographic displays...oh but I can make a list, I'll make a list if you can help me with the garage I'd be thankful."
"Whiskey...oh you're the...kids?" He looked confused, Jack had said it was a teenager, not one two, 50 of them?
The droid who was the ambassador laughed. "Don't be silly these are just my bots, I'm in the truck, I can't exactly move anymore, not traditionally; so they serve as my hands, and senses," he explained. "The garage please."
Well, alright. The gorilla disappeared into a door and after about 5 minutes or so the garage door was opening, and Winston was behind it. "Forklift is over there," he pointed out. "Welcome to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, and welcome to Overwatch! I'm supposed to debrief, and brief you on everything whenever you're ready."
One of the bots got a forklift while some other opened the truck door. It was quite dark in the trailer, a few minutes of incredible coordination and something like a very large aquarium was pulled out, the glass was frosted, so you couldn't see anything inside. Strange, the bots worked to maneuver the tank elsewhere. "I need a good source of power, where's the best place to connect up? Industrial sockets required, I need a lot of current." Winston motioned for them to follow as he lead them to a space that was probably just big enough to set the aquarium in. "Thank you," The bots hooked everything up and lights and a sound of some kind of mechanism like a pump sounded. "....oh that's a lot better." This voice came from the tanks built in synthesizers. The machine children scattered off to deal with getting rid of the truck.
"Hello?" Winston asked the frosted glass.
"Few moments, too tired to talk." Was all he got in return. Later then.
That someone was going to be the gorilla who'd taken to watching this hive at work. "Can I help you?" he asked noting the truck, all of the teens looked up at him chilling on a bridge that connected to parts of the facility. "We aren't accepting any deliveries. I think you have the wrong place."
"Don't believe so, I was invited here, by the vigilante man, 76...Jack morrison, whatever he calls himself," they said in unison, which made them all look at each other and elect a single one to speak. "Apologies, each of these bots is like it's own extension, when they work together I forget they aren't all the same." He laughed. "Anyway, you're Winston, I'm Whiskey, Reginold Shepard the 5th what have you, I'm sure you were told I was coming? I need the garage opened and a forklift. Also a lot of power and computers, holographic displays...oh but I can make a list, I'll make a list if you can help me with the garage I'd be thankful."
"Whiskey...oh you're the...kids?" He looked confused, Jack had said it was a teenager, not one two, 50 of them?
The droid who was the ambassador laughed. "Don't be silly these are just my bots, I'm in the truck, I can't exactly move anymore, not traditionally; so they serve as my hands, and senses," he explained. "The garage please."
Well, alright. The gorilla disappeared into a door and after about 5 minutes or so the garage door was opening, and Winston was behind it. "Forklift is over there," he pointed out. "Welcome to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, and welcome to Overwatch! I'm supposed to debrief, and brief you on everything whenever you're ready."
One of the bots got a forklift while some other opened the truck door. It was quite dark in the trailer, a few minutes of incredible coordination and something like a very large aquarium was pulled out, the glass was frosted, so you couldn't see anything inside. Strange, the bots worked to maneuver the tank elsewhere. "I need a good source of power, where's the best place to connect up? Industrial sockets required, I need a lot of current." Winston motioned for them to follow as he lead them to a space that was probably just big enough to set the aquarium in. "Thank you," The bots hooked everything up and lights and a sound of some kind of mechanism like a pump sounded. "....oh that's a lot better." This voice came from the tanks built in synthesizers. The machine children scattered off to deal with getting rid of the truck.
"Hello?" Winston asked the frosted glass.
"Few moments, too tired to talk." Was all he got in return. Later then.
