(Y/n) takes a trip to the Shambali Monastery to learn how to fix her omnic friend, but in doing so, she gets the attention of the leader of Null Sector--who believes she's there to cause harm to his people. And with the knowledge she gains from Zeny...
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"Yes, it resembles the Overwatch agent Cole Cassidy." Rammatra finally returned his gaze to her as she tilted her head.
"It got a name?"
"No." A brief pause. "Did you wish to give it one?"
Her lips quirked up. "If that ain't imposing my will on omnics."
He scoffed, rolling his head. "It is not an omnic, only a warbot designed to protect you."
"Howzabout McCree?" It felt fitting, and Ramattra hummed as the bot perked up. She quickly looked away from it, shuffling so she was partially hidden behind the Ravager. "Did you purposely choose Darius' look alike?"
As if only just noticing the resemblance, he considered the warmachine for a moment before shaking his head. "An unfortunate coincidence, I assure you."
"If you figure you ain't need us like you claim, then why didja take someone like Darius on board?" Laylani she could understand – even if he was subjugating omnics, he still wanted to ensure they were okay – and (Y/n) was here to prevent her knowledge from falling into the wrong hands, but Darius was a liability apt to kill her just because he hated humans.
"I do not specialize in torture." She froze stiff, the implication more than clear, and with their recent Talon prisoner, she supposed Darius' role was all but apparent. "Those that I have brought aboard my ship are here only to serve a purpose, and once that purpose is fulfilled, they will leave. Such dire circumstances concerning my brother and plans in Toronto necessitated assistance, so that is why Darius and Lanet are here."
(Y/n) blinked. "Did you just say-"
"Laylani." Every spring of every joint was coiled as he refused to meet her gaze. "Darius and Laylani."
"Who's Lanet?" she asked quietly while subtly leaning closer, but his sharp glare told her he knew what she was doing.
"A member of my inner circle." His attempts to sweep it under the rug only piqued her interest more, and she stepped into his personal space to force his attention back to her. "I lost more than just the battle during the King's Row Uprising." He made it sound like he was the one behind the attack, that he attempted to get the omnics of King's Row to join him in rebelling against the humans with the help of his inner circle. Of the little (Y/n) knew about the Uprising, it ended in a lot of bloodshed and utter disaster. Nobody won that day. If he really was involved with that tragedy, how long had he been trying to spark change in the world and suffering for it?
She started to reach towards him but quickly retreated, instead playing with the tails of his scarf around her neck. "Is that why your inner circle ain't with you no more?"
"Your questions are growing tiresome, (Y/n)." He crossed his arms and dug his fingers into his sleeves, irritation creeping into his tone. "I expect you to improve my bots, not dig up about my past." She spied the dissected Nulltrooper already resting on an operation table, seemingly blasted full of holes with the table under it coated in fluids. At the base of the table was what remained of its legs, although she would've believed him if he said he picked through a junkyard for parts and dumped them on the floor. "Your goal is to seek to improve their design. I will handle the implementation." She wondered if the manufacturing plant she saw earlier would be used to execute her designs, and unease creeped into her at the thought. Did she really want to help him when she knew now what exactly the warbots would be used for?
"Sure." Her smile appeared strained and he noticed.
"You are aboard my ship to help me, but if you do not serve a purpose, you will leave." It was a clear warning, and she nodded almost robotically.
He turned to leave at that, but her call stopped him. "You just saying that because you have to or because you mean it?"
He kept his back to her, silent and unmoving for several seconds. "There is no taking back what I have done, but I cannot stop now. If I leave my people to suffer, I condemn them to a world without rights or recognition, and I would sooner die than let that happen." He glanced at her, blue eye lights frosty. "Your existence is a threat to my people, but I have chosen to keep you alive due to your prior devotion to omnic-kind so you may instead serve my cause. Was I wrong to grant you that chance?"
"You can always learn and do better next time. With all your resources as the leader of Null Sector, you could make a mighty big difference, but this ain't the way to do it." He said nothing to that, pinning her with a look she couldn't place, and she shifted nervously. "But I do appreciate the chance. I owe you a life debt and I intend to make good on it – even if you hate me because of what I was born as."
He lifted his head like he intended to speak before stopping, turning with a gruff, "What?" to Darius.
"The Talon boy is talking." (Y/n) could hear the sick pleasure in Darius' voicebox and she shivered, subconsciously stepping towards the C-455. It rested a hand on its revolver, eye light attuned to Darius' every movement, and Ramattra's gaze flickered between her and the bot before nodding.
"Very well." Darius turned to lead him away, but he hesitated to leave her side, stalling by pulling the purple lei off to wrap it tight around her head as if to mimic Laylani's flower crown. (Y/n) couldn't place what he was meant to be conveying, his face plate just as stoic as always, but there had to be a reason he didn't respond to what she said while Darius was around.
But long after the sound of Ramattra's footsteps faded to silence, she was left wondering if she was lying to herself so she'd see the good in him that wasn't there to begin with.
