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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.]
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[Just partly machine--and Jack is pretty sure saying that is going to make Genji angry, but it's out before he can stop himself. Jack circles him, trying to gauge where he's going to throw his weight next.
Facing Strike Commander Jack Morrison one-on-one is not exactly something many people get to do. Hyper-aware of his own strength and the damage he can cause, he has very strict rules about who can and can't spar with him. Until somewhat recently, Gabriel had been his default, but all of that is increasingly complicated, so Jack hasn't been able to let loose for some time.
He's still not sure if he really wants to do that with Genji, but the cyborg is certainly faster and stronger than an ordinary human, giving Jack the opportunity to push in a way he hasn't been able to. He counter-circles, twisting and snapping his arm up to block Genji's feint.]
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The idea of accepting himself as something in between is one that hasn't crossed his mind. The thought of accepting himself is not one that will occur to him for a long time yet.]
Tell me, Commander, are you aware of the exact percentage that needed rebuilding? The exact ratio of flesh to metal?
[It's as much a genuine question as much as it is an angry rebuttal. Did the Overwatch Commander fuss himself about knowing the small details of the man they'd taken in and then changed into a weapon? Was it just another signature to him, just another recruit in the field? Did the reality of Genji Shimada ever bother Jack Morrison at all?
Genji darts back in, and this time his blow comes harder than the first two. Harder but sloppier, a sure sign that he is, indeed, angered. He's not so much striking at Jack now as he is venting energy through motion. Motion that just happens to be aimed at the Commander's face.]
If I am not a machine, then what was I supposed to be?
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[He's had plenty of sit-downs with Angela about the issue. Sharing the designs of Genji's cybernetic augmentations with him isn't a HIPPA violation, at least not to his knowledge--he's sure Angela would have given him an earful if that was the case. He imagines it falls into some strange grey area, where ordinarily it would all be private, but there's just enough tech involved and Genji is a field agent, which means that as commander, he has to know what he needs and what he's capable of. It seems invasive, but all of this is invasive. Jack wishes it could be different, but the fact of the matter is that it's not.
This time, he eats the hit, partly because he thinks that maybe he owes Genji that much. He can feel the anger behind the blow, but he doesn't really have to worry. Jack is genetically engineered to take a beating, and as twisted as it is, maybe it will do Genji some good to let loose on him. Jack staggers backward a few steps, and he raises his fists in a defensive position.]
A machine functions within certain parameters.
[Even the god programs functioned within programming--they just had to learn how that programming had evolved. Genji might feel powerless now, but Jack is adamant that he still has free will.
Or maybe that's just what he tells himself to feel better about turning a kid into a living weapon.]
You don't have those restrictions.