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overplays2016-08-11 03:13 pm
fallensparrow) wrote in overplays2016-08-11 03:13 pm
a pushpin through my sternum
[The last mission had been a success... in most aspects. A bust on an arms dealer gang, it'd gone mostly smooth. The one hitch in the operation is currently sitting in the medbay, waiting for Mercy to come back from her errand, staring at the wall as if he could burn a hole into it.
Genji's role in the mission had been scouting. It was a role he fit well in, given the skillset he brought with him from the Shimada clan. Usually it went off without a hitch, Genji able to feed the assault team information and slip back out before he'd been spotted, but every now and then there was a hiccup. This had been one of those times; he'd been spotted by one of the gunrunners before he could slip away and rejoin the team, which by itself would have been unfortunate but workable. Except Genji had then chosen to engage the dealers rather than retreat. Fight them on his own.
By the time the team had caught up, the damage had been done: Genji's right arm and left leg were out of commission, both broken open, sparking and oozing green biofluid.
Despite Genji's impulsive behavior, the gunrunners had been busted, and Genji is now left alone with his thoughts. With two of his limbs out for repair or total replacement, whatever would be required in the end, Genji is effectively grounded. Mercy's left him alone in the medbay to fetch temporary replacements for him, but she's already warned him that they're nowhere near as advanced as Genji's custom limbs; they're there to allow him a full range of motion around the base and nothing more. They wouldn't stand up to combat or the maneuvers Genji is meant to be able to do. Which is all to say that Genji won't be reentering the field for a while. That alone is enough to make Genji regret his actions. Being stuck at base with nothing to occupy his mind or his time is the last thing he wants. He can already feel the itch of restlessness creeping under his skin at the very idea.
He's pulled from his darkening thoughts by the sound of the door opening, and his mouth starts moving before he even looks to see who's there. A note of agitation threads through his words.]
About time -
[Then he looks up. His mouth snaps shut, body tensing, because he realizes that it's not Mercy standing in the doorway. Suddenly Genji understands exactly why Mercy is taking so long with the prostheses. A dip of his head turns the impassive, stoic stare of his visor into a glare.]
Commander Morrison.
[Genji would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not see where this is going.]
Genji's role in the mission had been scouting. It was a role he fit well in, given the skillset he brought with him from the Shimada clan. Usually it went off without a hitch, Genji able to feed the assault team information and slip back out before he'd been spotted, but every now and then there was a hiccup. This had been one of those times; he'd been spotted by one of the gunrunners before he could slip away and rejoin the team, which by itself would have been unfortunate but workable. Except Genji had then chosen to engage the dealers rather than retreat. Fight them on his own.
By the time the team had caught up, the damage had been done: Genji's right arm and left leg were out of commission, both broken open, sparking and oozing green biofluid.
Despite Genji's impulsive behavior, the gunrunners had been busted, and Genji is now left alone with his thoughts. With two of his limbs out for repair or total replacement, whatever would be required in the end, Genji is effectively grounded. Mercy's left him alone in the medbay to fetch temporary replacements for him, but she's already warned him that they're nowhere near as advanced as Genji's custom limbs; they're there to allow him a full range of motion around the base and nothing more. They wouldn't stand up to combat or the maneuvers Genji is meant to be able to do. Which is all to say that Genji won't be reentering the field for a while. That alone is enough to make Genji regret his actions. Being stuck at base with nothing to occupy his mind or his time is the last thing he wants. He can already feel the itch of restlessness creeping under his skin at the very idea.
He's pulled from his darkening thoughts by the sound of the door opening, and his mouth starts moving before he even looks to see who's there. A note of agitation threads through his words.]
About time -
[Then he looks up. His mouth snaps shut, body tensing, because he realizes that it's not Mercy standing in the doorway. Suddenly Genji understands exactly why Mercy is taking so long with the prostheses. A dip of his head turns the impassive, stoic stare of his visor into a glare.]
Commander Morrison.
[Genji would have to be blind, deaf and dumb to not see where this is going.]