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BIOTIC DOOMSDAY | Scenario #2
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tl;dr: Cole is forced to retrieve schematics of the Biotic Rifle for Vishkar. The potential dangers of the weapon could potentially wipe out entire countries and ethnic groups - can your character and Cole prevent this crisis?
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"How did it ever get this way?" He hisses.
Clenched in a gloved hand was the wooden grip of his revolver, he kept it low - navigating the archives hallway. Down here under its deep cover of darkness, there were no prying eyes or suspicious questions as to what he might be up to; only an echoing emptiness.
The corridor was hardly illuminated, except for where the bulbs burned bright over closed doors leading off into other departments and sections within Overwatch's main building. Across from the hallway was a security room to observe for any suspicious activities in the archives section. To one side sat a small office that doubled as an accommodation block for those needing overnight respite from the grueling workload.
Cole didn't see anybody situated in the security room. Sometimes, there'd be stretches where this room would be unattended. The thing that did most of the work here was the CCTV camera situated above the security room. However, Cole's presence didn't set anything off -- he was still a part of Overwatch. It recognized his lumbering gait, broad shoulders and sullen, bearded mug.
His heavy footfalls were slow and plodding, the soft echo of each step lost to any listening ears beyond himself.
He was an armed man, treading deep into territory of international law. As soon as he stepped in here, he wanted to leave. It wasn't just fear keeping him away from these archives - it was respect. These were memories of men and women who had gone before him, and their bravery had helped build the foundation of Overwatch.
He'll just head into the archives, step into the security room and delete the footage of himself ever being there.
Cole reaches the end of the hallway, giving a small glance to the camera. If somebody were to view this footage right now, they can see the anxiety and apprehension on his face. He dials into the door's keypad, and with a slight turn from the handle, he opens up the archive room.
He is greeted by an endless array of shelves filled with hundreds upon thousands of yellowed pages; the smell of old paper wafting around him.
The moment Cole enters, he doesn't know what he expected to find here, but it certainly wasn't encouraging in the slightest. He had only been here twice, the first time was to misplace evidence about a internal shooting between Blackwatch agents.
The second time... well, that was now.
It was like time stood still in here. He couldn't help but feel the years flood back to his mind. He thought he'd kill to relive his years as a rookie, but now the idea made his stomach turn. There was no sense of warmth or homely comfort within the archive. Rather, this place was cold and dead, a sterile feeling which made Cole cringe. It was probably hindsight talking.
What the f*** was he doing? Misplacing evidence for Reyes. That could've been career ending. F*** that. Life ending. He still did it though. Gabe could've been banging his sister and Cole'd still do whatever he asked.
He tried to come up with an excuse for himself, but Blackwatch was a blur - it was hard even remembering a time where he wasn't half-cut during those days. Nothing made sense to him. He just did it.
He supposes that not much changed in that regard. Following orders.
He was here for a reason. Cole was forced to retrieve old schematics for a pharmaceutical company attached to Vishkar. These bastards were ruthless. The sh*t that they threatened him with. They had all the authority and power of a government agency, and they would have thrown Cole underneath a prison if it suited them. At first, he didn't believe them - but they kicked down the door to his apartment in the Philippines, and held him captive against his will. They threatened to leak the known address of every Overwatch agent to every contract killer they could contact.
He looked to each shelf as he passed through. He needed to find schematics for the biotic rifle that Overwatch's R&D drew up - it was the missing link that could help weaponize medicine.
Cole scoured the archives, looking under every last book. This was a daunting task. Not just because there were so many books here, but also due to the fact that they had all been moved from their original positions on the shelves during previous investigations.
He would've sat down and read all the files, but he didn't have time - he only had less than hour until the meeting with Taneem, the Vishkar correspondent.
Finally, Cole finds what he needs. He glances down at a folder with a technical drawing of the biotic rifle on it.
He opens the folder, taking a brief glance at the words and drawings before flipping over to a sheet with some notes written on it. They talked about how each biotic dart worked - there was some sort of piston that'd load a payload of nanites that could be programmed to do whatever based on a IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) system tuned to a preferred genetic makeup. They called it predictive medicine.
A good deal of the pages talked about how the medicine could change potentially when it comes to age groups, gender and ethnic groups. If a nation wanted to use this weapon on their own men - it'd heal them, but if it were turned against an enemy of a foreign land... it'd kill them. It wasn't like a bullet. It was worse. If anything, far more devastating.
The payload could've been something that causes some sort of neurological disease. Cancer decades down the line. Or a plague. A plague that could only be fixed through an antidote with the correct ROM module manufactured by an allied pharmaceutical company. This tech was supposed to be a last ditch against enemy rogue states with something like a dirty bomb.
The realization of such tech spreading to Vishkar's hands gave Cole goosebumps, and he wished that he hadn't found this document. He wanted to burn it - have such forbidden tech never be achievable again.
Why was Overwatch insane enough to sit on this tech? It couldn't have been Torbjorn... no, no, no. Cole refused to even think that.
So, what was it going to be Cole? Are you going to roll over and hand over the files to Vishkar or are you going to take a stand?
tl;dr: Cole is forced to retrieve schematics of the Biotic Rifle for Vishkar. The potential dangers of the weapon could potentially wipe out entire countries and ethnic groups - can your character and Cole prevent this crisis?
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"How did it ever get this way?" He hisses.
Clenched in a gloved hand was the wooden grip of his revolver, he kept it low - navigating the archives hallway. Down here under its deep cover of darkness, there were no prying eyes or suspicious questions as to what he might be up to; only an echoing emptiness.
The corridor was hardly illuminated, except for where the bulbs burned bright over closed doors leading off into other departments and sections within Overwatch's main building. Across from the hallway was a security room to observe for any suspicious activities in the archives section. To one side sat a small office that doubled as an accommodation block for those needing overnight respite from the grueling workload.
Cole didn't see anybody situated in the security room. Sometimes, there'd be stretches where this room would be unattended. The thing that did most of the work here was the CCTV camera situated above the security room. However, Cole's presence didn't set anything off -- he was still a part of Overwatch. It recognized his lumbering gait, broad shoulders and sullen, bearded mug.
His heavy footfalls were slow and plodding, the soft echo of each step lost to any listening ears beyond himself.
He was an armed man, treading deep into territory of international law. As soon as he stepped in here, he wanted to leave. It wasn't just fear keeping him away from these archives - it was respect. These were memories of men and women who had gone before him, and their bravery had helped build the foundation of Overwatch.
He'll just head into the archives, step into the security room and delete the footage of himself ever being there.
Cole reaches the end of the hallway, giving a small glance to the camera. If somebody were to view this footage right now, they can see the anxiety and apprehension on his face. He dials into the door's keypad, and with a slight turn from the handle, he opens up the archive room.
He is greeted by an endless array of shelves filled with hundreds upon thousands of yellowed pages; the smell of old paper wafting around him.
The moment Cole enters, he doesn't know what he expected to find here, but it certainly wasn't encouraging in the slightest. He had only been here twice, the first time was to misplace evidence about a internal shooting between Blackwatch agents.
The second time... well, that was now.
It was like time stood still in here. He couldn't help but feel the years flood back to his mind. He thought he'd kill to relive his years as a rookie, but now the idea made his stomach turn. There was no sense of warmth or homely comfort within the archive. Rather, this place was cold and dead, a sterile feeling which made Cole cringe. It was probably hindsight talking.
What the f*** was he doing? Misplacing evidence for Reyes. That could've been career ending. F*** that. Life ending. He still did it though. Gabe could've been banging his sister and Cole'd still do whatever he asked.
He tried to come up with an excuse for himself, but Blackwatch was a blur - it was hard even remembering a time where he wasn't half-cut during those days. Nothing made sense to him. He just did it.
He supposes that not much changed in that regard. Following orders.
He was here for a reason. Cole was forced to retrieve old schematics for a pharmaceutical company attached to Vishkar. These bastards were ruthless. The sh*t that they threatened him with. They had all the authority and power of a government agency, and they would have thrown Cole underneath a prison if it suited them. At first, he didn't believe them - but they kicked down the door to his apartment in the Philippines, and held him captive against his will. They threatened to leak the known address of every Overwatch agent to every contract killer they could contact.
He looked to each shelf as he passed through. He needed to find schematics for the biotic rifle that Overwatch's R&D drew up - it was the missing link that could help weaponize medicine.
Cole scoured the archives, looking under every last book. This was a daunting task. Not just because there were so many books here, but also due to the fact that they had all been moved from their original positions on the shelves during previous investigations.
He would've sat down and read all the files, but he didn't have time - he only had less than hour until the meeting with Taneem, the Vishkar correspondent.
Finally, Cole finds what he needs. He glances down at a folder with a technical drawing of the biotic rifle on it.
He opens the folder, taking a brief glance at the words and drawings before flipping over to a sheet with some notes written on it. They talked about how each biotic dart worked - there was some sort of piston that'd load a payload of nanites that could be programmed to do whatever based on a IFF (Identification Friend or Foe) system tuned to a preferred genetic makeup. They called it predictive medicine.
A good deal of the pages talked about how the medicine could change potentially when it comes to age groups, gender and ethnic groups. If a nation wanted to use this weapon on their own men - it'd heal them, but if it were turned against an enemy of a foreign land... it'd kill them. It wasn't like a bullet. It was worse. If anything, far more devastating.
The payload could've been something that causes some sort of neurological disease. Cancer decades down the line. Or a plague. A plague that could only be fixed through an antidote with the correct ROM module manufactured by an allied pharmaceutical company. This tech was supposed to be a last ditch against enemy rogue states with something like a dirty bomb.
The realization of such tech spreading to Vishkar's hands gave Cole goosebumps, and he wished that he hadn't found this document. He wanted to burn it - have such forbidden tech never be achievable again.
Why was Overwatch insane enough to sit on this tech? It couldn't have been Torbjorn... no, no, no. Cole refused to even think that.
So, what was it going to be Cole? Are you going to roll over and hand over the files to Vishkar or are you going to take a stand?
0 | Nov 15th 2021 23:31