Here’s the sad truth: I know fuck all about the Overwatch backstory. everthing I know about Overwatch beyond playint the game is filtered Throgh Holligay’s ‘fics. I actually don’t know anytihng about the Omnic war, like ROBOTS ARE BAD BUT MABYTE NOT and that’s about as far as I can take it.
BUT LET PHARAH BE MAD AT HER MUM THAT’S SEROIUSLY WHAT I WANT MOST OUT OF BACKSTORY RIGHT NOW HOLY FUCKING SHIT I GET SO PISSED ABOUT THIS
The Omnics were devastating most of…well, most of everywhere, honestly, and they were building giant robots to fight them in Korea (because robots that couldn’t think fighting robots that could think absolutely wasn’t going to cause more problems, absolutely wasn’t going to seem like…like riding the corpses of their own loved ones into battle against them, it wasn’t, it wasn’t, no matter what Ami said, no matter what Setsuna implied, it wasn’t they were going to make this better), and Australia was just gone, and maybe that should have hurt more, but it wasn’t like Australia had ever felt like a real place anyway, and…
And Usagi looked at the empty air in front of her heart where the ginzuishou
wasn’t, and told herself over and over that it wasn’t as bad as people kept saying it was, because if it was that bad, if it was that bad, surely she would have received a sign, a something, a new candy-colored focus for her power. Surely she would have been able to protect her world.
Surely. Because if this was as bad as everyone said, it would have to be the birth of the Silver Millennium, and that–
The Omnic strike on Tokyo would later be viewed by some as one of the turning points of the war. The Omnics had been expecting victory. They had been expecting resistance, in the form of Overwatch teams. They had been expecting screams.
They had not been expecting a shock wave which threw half the population outside the city while encasing the remaining citizens in blinding silver light. They had not been expecting the crystal shell which formed immediately in wake of the blinding brilliance, trapping more than half their troops in a substance too strong to shatter.
They had not been expecting the blue-haired girl in the tattered uniform of an urban legend, a Tokyo myth, to stagger into Overwatch headquarters a week later with an impossible computer in her hand, saying over and over, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
They had not been expecting her to have cracked the seed of their driving A.I., or for her vengeance and brilliance to have carried her through so many viruses in such a short time. She would never go into the field, would never stop trying to crack the shell that enclosed her lost city, but there were those who looked at the skills of certain hackers and saw her steady, surprisingly mischievous hand.
They had not been expecting the black-haired girl in the robes of a priestess, surrounded by her army of avenging crows, to descend on them like the fires of Hell and Heaven combined. They had not expected the fury of a heart broken and held together only by hope. It had never been in their programming. They could never have seen her coming.
They had not been expecting the brown-haired girl who called down lightning, or the aqua-haired girl who swung the sea like a sword, took back the coastlines and held them, held them so long, held them until her golden girl of a partner could lift the wind and make of it a blade to slice through the throat of the world. They had not been expecting the tiny one with the unflinching eyes and the polearm that opened armor like foil, or the woman who stopped time itself, who looked at the testing of an experimental plane, and wept, and walked away.
Most of all, they had not been expecting the golden-haired girl in the orange uniform, the one who tied her hair into high ponytails and screamed at the sky every night, who flung light like ribbons, who condemned the heavens as if the Moon had personally done her wrong.
“You were supposed to take us with you!” she would howl, and cut down battalions.
Later, it would be agreed that the end of the Crisis began when they made a target out of Tokyo. And none save the girls no one had expected would know that really, it began with a golden-haired girl frozen in the moment that her pajamas unraveled into ribbons, with her outstretched hands still cupping a silver crystal, waiting for centuries to go by, waiting for the thaw.
There are sso may words in this and I can’t focus no them but they’re a bunch ofwords from SEanan and so probably TERRIBLE FOR ME
Dear Drunk Jet, CONSIDER SENSHI IN OVERWATCH. Like, as playable characters, but also as characters in that universe. DID THE SENSHI FIGHT IN THE OMNIC WAR DID PLUTO KNOW REINHARDT AND ANA AND THE OG OVERWATCH TEAM IN THEIR PRIME also what would their ults and attacks be
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