Heathens [Hog/Ruby]

Hush was firing up the ship when the others boarded. "Who the hell is she? Whatever, no time for that now." He said as the ship began to whir to life. Junkrat's pleading did not go unnoticed as they got into the air. "Fine, FINE! Just step back." He said, trying to keep them air born despite Rat's frantic fiddling. "We'll get them. It'll take awhile for the robots to get there." He said, watching as the massive Omnic led the Bastions slowly across the wasteland. "If you're friends start shooting at us though, they're staying." He said, flying towards the coordinates and hovering the ship over them. He handed a mic to Junkrat. "Let them know we're here and mean no harm."

She stuck out her tongue at the one who had asked why she was here. Even though she was a bit freaked out by the giant fucking robot, there was always enough time to make a face at somebody. That was one of her many made-up-on-the-spot rules that she kept to very strictly. In the back of her mind, Ruby also thought of different ways that she could maybe get that necklace back from Hog. She understood it was their moms, yeah, but were they really gonna wear it? It matched her eyes anyways. She never really had legitimate jewelry, just some shit she made all on her own. Finding a real necklace or a ring in the Outback was a rare occurrence. "Is anyone gonna explain what the fuck is going on?!" She found herself saying. She really was confused as to why suddenly an attack on Australia was occurring. Again.

Junkrat's panic didn't subside until Hush agreed to help him, he was still tense however until he saw Sam's settlement coming into view, "thank fuck they're far enough away..." He glanced back at Ruby as they got into position, "Ha! Welcome t'fuckin' Overwatch, mate." This was said with a nervous sort of humor, when he noticed Hush holding out a mic for him, he shook his head, "I'll use my communicator, Sam's got one, if we alert th'rest of 'em they'll all wanna come and...We ain't got room." The thought of leaving them made him ill, but they had no choice, he turned from Hush's side as he tapped into the device he'd given them both, hoping to god they still had them.

"Sam? SAM!" His voice was tense as he spoke, not sure if the man would hear him, "yew gotta listen t'me an' listen good. There's a big ass army of fuckin' bots headin' yer way, it's bad mate..." He swallowed, trying to calm his excited shaking, "b-but we're over yer settlement, please get outta there, we'll get yew an' Skitter out of there t'safety." He was uncharacteristically disturbed sounding as he spoke to what he hoped was the man on the other end, "J-just yew two..O-okay? No one else. There ain't room. M'sorry...But hurry!" He glanced over at Hush, "lower us down, we'll pull 'em in when they come out." He was grinding his teeth in his nervous twitching, this had gone so badly.

Sam had both heard and felt the rumbling...the last time he'd felt anything like that...his brain went into instant fight or flight mode...and he couldn't exactly fight Omnics or a nuclear blast or whatever the hell was happening over there. It hadn't been used in a long time, but maybe his original bunker, the one that had let him survive the original blast...would hold. God, he hoped it would hold. He didn't have any other options. To this day he still had emergency bags set up, he was grabbing them. grabbing anything else of value...the mediation, the alcohol, ammo, his guns...everything he could think that he'd need if the world got worse.

He startled at the familiar voice through the com that he'd forgotten he had. "The fuck did you do?" He barked, grabbing it up, the strain clear in his voice.

He only barely paused that there was only room for the two of them. Twenty years ago...even a handful of years ago he would have argued that. But slowly over the years...the elderly, those that he protected had trickled away, found ways out, passed away...most of those left were the malcontent sort that would just as soon be rid of the stubborn old man who refused to let them act however they wished towards whoever they wished. More and more he had to defend his home, his family...for a moment...just a brief, flicker of a moment...he thought it would be nice to not have to fight, just for a day.

He gathered up his supplies, settled so he could easily carry them. "Skitter! Now!" he shouted up the stairs.

Skitter meanwhile had also heard the rumbling...she didn't remember the blast...not in the coherent way that Sam did. But...there were impressions, moments...pure, blind terror...and then a world that wasn't right anymore. The panic had set in, and it had taken Sam taking her by the shoulders, words...a lot of words that only half sank in...but he was saying...get her things? The things she wanted to keep...where were they going? What was happening? Why was he afraid? She knew him well enough to know when he was afraid.

She'd hurried upstairs, gathered up piles of her shiny things, her books, as many of her treasures as she could carry. She did not know if she could ever return for them...and she'd spent too long gathering them up to just...leave them here. She jumped as Sam shouted to her, as she ran back down the stairs with her things in her arms, eyes wide and expression pale.

He took her arm. "Stay close."

They went outside, handgun out and ready for use, just in case...he really had no idea what he was walking into outside. "We're out here....better not be fucking us over." Not...that he thought the kid had it in him, but his brain was on survival overdrive right now.

Hush put the ship down where Junkrat had sent him, he could see the Omnic force start to appear on his radar, they were still a ways off but they were covering ground fast. Roadhog ran out and grabbed Sam and Skitter and brought them back onto the ship as Hush shut the door and got them back into the air, right as the Omnic army came into view. "Hold onto your butts!" The Sniper shouted as they flew higher, dodging bullets as several of the Bastion Units reconfigured into turrets and tanks to try shooting down the ship. The massive Omnic took aim and fired several missles as Hush continued to fly. Eventually they got away from the onslaught and out over the ocean. "Alright, to all the new folks...welcome to Overwatch." He finally said, slouching into his chair and letting out a sigh. "Jack's gonna have my head for this one..." He muttered.

"Overwatch? What the f-" Ruby didn't get to express herself properly, as Rat proceeded to pick up two other Junkers. She'd ask about her mates, but... It seemed like they probably wouldn't be able to get to them without getting shot down at this point. She could only hope that they'd make it out alright. Yeah, she could tell she could feel way worse about this later. For now, the sight of the giant omnic was just compelling her to run away. She never thought of herself like a coward. This was just a battle she definitely couldn't win.

Once they were out over the ocean, then she could finally speak. "Overwatch? You're telling me that you joined fucking Overwatch?!" She hadn't even thought of it, it seemed like such a bizarre idea. Junkers in Overwatch? It was taboo as fuck. "And now you're saying because I'm on your ship I have to be one of your goodie-goodie agents?! Fuck that!" She huffed, looking over the ocean. "I can't believe it. Are you sure you're not just fucking with me or something?"

Jamison didn't waste time trying to explain to Sam that it was most certainly not his fault this time, more concerned with getting the both of them on the ship and to safety. He stayed tense and on edge until he saw the hathc of the ship open, and Hug had lifted them both onto the vessel, "oh thank fuck..." He didn't waste any time in hustling over to the pair and checking them over, making sure they were actually here and safe, "jesus that was close..."

As if on cue there was a rumble as the ship was shot at by the units, and he oofed as he stumbled to the ground, "ugh...Listen Sam I'm sorry fer th'brief 'splainin'...But we had no time!" He ruffled a hand through his hair, "but yer safe...We're safe...Ugh...This is fucked up..." He would have to figure out a way to send help to these people, they couldn't be abandoned a second time.

He put a hand to the brim of his nose, shaking his head at Ruby's words, "poor wordin'...Listen it's...A lot t'explain..." He gestured with his hands as he tried to find the words, "yes, I did...Sort of? We're kinda' rag tag and half of us are either criminals or fuckin' insane...But we're...A thing?" He looked between Roadhog and Hush, silently begging either of them with a look of distress to fill in where he was having trouble, "I ain't fuckin' with yew...I ain't no goodie goodie, I jus' don't wanna see th'entire world end up like th'fuckin' OUTBACK." He gestured wildly, "They've already started blowing cities off th'maps! I'd rather not th'entire world end up some irradiated wasteland!" He felt mildly defensive, he'd been through hell and back for the people he was working with, it hurt for them all to be reduced to "goodie two shoes".

Sam didn't know how to fly this damn thing, so he just held on for grim life as he watched the Omnics come into view. What was happening, he'd thought those things all destroyed decades ago...why where they back now? And why, out of all the places in the world...why here? It made no sense.

Once they seemed to be out of immediate danger he looked around, taking in the small group. He only knew one of them, and fixed his attention on Jamison with a demanding look. "The fuck, kid?"

He looked up at Hush, and suddenly burst out laughing. "Overwatch. Yeah, fuck that...thanks for the ride, but you can just drop us off on the nearest not irradiated shit-hole and we'll do okay." Not that he had a problem with Overwatch specifically, but they really had no use for people like them, they'd just be in the way. ANd he bristled a bit at the implication that they were now conscripted against their will into this madness.

He glanced over at the girl as she seemed to have a more vocal, but similar reaction. He gestured to Jamison. "He had me on a com with Commander Jack Fucking Morrison so it's real...but I'm still gonna have to agree with her. I don't like takin' orders and I'd make a shit agent." He grinned a little, a bit of challenge in it for someone to try and tell him otherwise.

Skitter meanwhile had been overwhelmed at first, not really understanding wht was happening...but as she looked around...this place was a treasure trove of things...bright...new...shiny things. The last time she'd seen a cache like this had been that bunker, all those years ago, when Jamison had been little, and before Ansell had left. Her air became one of fascinated reverence as she moved around the space, brushing her fingertips over things, coming to hover over a panel of blinking lights, not quite touching....but almost. She wondered what would happen if she did. Maybe secret panels? She scanned the walls for anything that might indicate hidden spaces around her.

"I don't care if you stay or not, you're at least coming back to Gary because we're not stopping until we get there." Hush said, giving Athena full control of the ship. "Besides, you guys might like Indiana, it's a lot like Australia...just, ya know, greener." He muttered, putting his feet up on the console and relaxing. "Get cozy, it's gonna be a little while."

Ruby groans, running a hand through the lock of pink that was dangling in front of her face. This on top of the omnic army attacking her home was way too much to take in. Whatever the fuck was coming up, she'd deal with it later. Until then...

"Are there any drinks on this thing? Bar?"

Her chances weren't looking very good. She plops herself down into the nearest seat, staring up and getting lost in her thoughts. All that nice shit she had stored up in her warehouse could get shot up. Or generally crushed. That's not a positive. Maybe she could've replaced that necklace with a different stolen necklace. But now even if it didn't get crushed odds are it'd get robbed not soon after.

"Indiana? Where the fuck's that?" She sighed, quirking a brow to the supposed pilot. "Dunno. I'm not a fan of green."

Junkrat was doing his best to quell the worries of his fellow Outbackers, but it was becoming quickly evident that none of them would be calmed, and the more they kept talking in his ears, the more agitated he got. What did they expect him to do? Leave them to die?! He wasn;t usually one to snap at Sam, as he'd always respected the man, but after a few minuted of his constant angry talking, he snapped his head up from the place on the floor where he'd stumbled and glared, "Wot th'fuck did yew want me t'do sam?! Jesus SHUT YER GOBS ALL OF YEH."

He scrambled to his feet and immediately began pacing, glancing between all of them, "yew ain't conscripted t'fuckin' Overwatch, an' if we get there an' yew wanna fuck off then fine!" He was breathing hard now, looking incredibly distressed and overwhelmed, "I did wot I had to. I lost yew all once god damnit. I ain't losin' my fuckin' fam'ly again!" He gave them all one last glare before limping over to plop down next to Roadhog, leaning his back against his side for support and crossing his arms over his chest, it was probably the first time he'd actually reached out for support from his father, but he hated feeling ganged up on.

"And who the fuck is Gary?" Sam demanded, pulling out a flask and handing it to the strange girl with barely a glance in her direction as she asked for a drink. He all too well understood the feeling of when you were pretty sure the only way the world was going to make sense again was through the haze of drinking.

At Jamison's outburst Sam spun on him, he'd only talked to him like that a few times, and in generally resulted in a solid punching...but the other's obvious distress...instead of just his usual mouthing off, drew him up short.

"Fuck, kid...this is fucked up for the rest of us too, y'know." He still sounded on edge, but at least he wasn't doing it as loudly anymore.

Skitter turned away from trailing her fingers over rows of glowing buttons...probably for the best...and came to sit next to Jamison, not touching him but still close by. Even though she hadn't been shouting she gave him an apologetic look before starting to play with a loose thread on her shirt. Her eyes kept darting back to the tantalizingly glowing bits though. She really, really wanted to know what happened if she started pushing them all...

"If you really want to, we can send you all on a ship straight back to Australia and the army of murder robots the second we touch down!" Hush snipped, very annoyed by how loud all these Aussie's were. "I'm guessing you won't let me open the door and let them all get sucked out into the ocean?" He muttered to the AI.

"Sorry, no." She said, very bluntly, causing the sniper to sigh.

"Cut him some slack." Roadhog finally said to the other Aussies. "Jamison wanted to save you all. He knew that things weren't safe with those Omnics, and made the grumpy sniper come save you. Be grateful."