Orisa's usually-cheerful voice sounded dismayed, today. Probably because she was completely wrapped around in some sort of ivy or vine that had grown up out of nowhere to ensnare her. At her sides, her arms worked futilely to try to break the vegetable bindings locking them to her torso, while her feet swiveled and stomped without making any purchase on the ground below.
"My designation is combat omnic! Not topiary model! This is unacceptable!"
Bullies, Of Course
Trouble gave notice in the form of gunfire and spellwork.
Back to the wall, Orisa jabbed her fusion driver left and right, unleashing a hail of charged particles into the shields the group of thugs had conjured. The press of fire kept most of their energies focused on protecting themselves, and although two in the back had sufficient cover that they kept flinging spells at Orisa, they were rapidly finding that many of their spells simply weren't having the effect they'd like on a massive, quadrupedal robot.
Without warning, Orisa reached over her back and yanked the large, somewhat cylindrical device mounted there off her shoulders. "Deploying supercharger!" she said, slamming the augmentation device down with triumphant finality.
For a moment, all fell silent, as both bullies and omnic looked at the Supercharger expectantly. Nothing happened.
"Oh," Orisa said sheepishly, as her fusion driver popped open to ionize the air and intake more hydrogen. "I forgot that it is offline here." With an air of bemused resignation, she snapped the intakes of her weapon shut and started firing once more, and the battle was on again.
Look, there's no way this ends well, please interfere.
Research on the Sundered
Have you ever had one of those days where you're just sitting there, minding your own business, and suddenly a robot appears pretty much directly on top of you?
Yes. Yes you have. It's today.
Maybe if you listen carefully, you can hear Orisa mutter, "Hmm. My spatial coordinates have changed."
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"Oh dear."
Orisa's usually-cheerful voice sounded dismayed, today. Probably because she was completely wrapped around in some sort of ivy or vine that had grown up out of nowhere to ensnare her. At her sides, her arms worked futilely to try to break the vegetable bindings locking them to her torso, while her feet swiveled and stomped without making any purchase on the ground below.
"My designation is combat omnic! Not topiary model! This is unacceptable!"
Bullies, Of Course
Trouble gave notice in the form of gunfire and spellwork.
Back to the wall, Orisa jabbed her fusion driver left and right, unleashing a hail of charged particles into the shields the group of thugs had conjured. The press of fire kept most of their energies focused on protecting themselves, and although two in the back had sufficient cover that they kept flinging spells at Orisa, they were rapidly finding that many of their spells simply weren't having the effect they'd like on a massive, quadrupedal robot.
Without warning, Orisa reached over her back and yanked the large, somewhat cylindrical device mounted there off her shoulders. "Deploying supercharger!" she said, slamming the augmentation device down with triumphant finality.
For a moment, all fell silent, as both bullies and omnic looked at the Supercharger expectantly. Nothing happened.
"Oh," Orisa said sheepishly, as her fusion driver popped open to ionize the air and intake more hydrogen. "I forgot that it is offline here." With an air of bemused resignation, she snapped the intakes of her weapon shut and started firing once more, and the battle was on again.
Look, there's no way this ends well, please interfere.
Research on the Sundered
Have you ever had one of those days where you're just sitting there, minding your own business, and suddenly a robot appears pretty much directly on top of you?
Yes. Yes you have. It's today.
Maybe if you listen carefully, you can hear Orisa mutter, "Hmm. My spatial coordinates have changed."