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Ansgar, being braced as he was on the roof, was able to keep his footing and weather the wave of energy that erupted from the vehicle bay. Of course, those Emperor damned Traitor Marines came marching forward, things straight out of his nightmares. Nothing was ever easy for a Krieger, was it? Ansgar watched, from above, as the fire forced the retinue to take cover, smart, the Arbite's shield wouldn't have stopped those rounds. But he had to assume they weren't familiar with anti marine tactics. Usually? Vehicles and artillery, but they had neither right now. They did have some anti tank weapons, and the Marines were no doubt expecting the retinue to have nothing that could put those power armored traitors down. Surprise surprise, then, the Krieger considered, snapping on his vox to the rest of the retinue, the familiar role of squad leader already kicking in. He had to get the group organized, assuming they weren't due to the sudden arrival of Marines, before they casually marched in and slaughtered the lot of them. The closer those bolters got, the worse it would be.

"Assuming command! Psyker, vortex right between them and the Rhino, it'll pull them towards it as well as the Rhino towards them. Everyone cover her with anti tank weapons, if available, then free fire. If possible, aim for the joints, eye pieces, vents, anywhere that isn't plated. If not possible, as stated, anti tank grade weapons. Krak Grenades, that pseudo las cannon of yours, anything. If none of these are viable, aim for the eyes, the joints, anything to slow them down. Ma'am, bolter fire on the closest, working backwards, watch for more rockets." To accentuate his point, he launched a Krak grenade from his launcher straight for the nearest Marine, center mass, ducking down from the retaliatory bolter fire. He'd seen Krak grenades, weapons designed to, well, crack open tanks put down Traitor marines before. Sure, they were tough, but they weren't invincible. Concentrated fire, or enough anti tank rounds, could slow them long enough to get the help. Was it a risk to have the pysker open a Vortex right after the gateway was opened? Certainly, but they had to play that game right now, anything to slow those damn Traitors down.

Currently the odds were not so much against them, as it was they wouldn't last until the Guard reinforcements arrived. Using his old knowledge of Guard vox communications, he tapped into the Guard line that had been used to respond to the Celestian's call for help, firing off another grenade and ducking from the return salvo, the roof looking increasingly dangerous to remain on. They couldn't afford the loss of cover from above though, so he would keep braving the fire for as long as possible. He wasn't communicating with the Guard, rather, he was tracking the city wide situation, so he could be aware of what kind of situation they would be dealing with after this. Until something changed, he would remain on the roof, popping up, firing off a krak grenade at the nearest marine, and ducking down again, praying to the Emperor that the rest of the retinue listened. He couldn't assume they had faced off with Traitor Marines before, so he had dispatched the orders as fast and clearly as possible.
Pumping out a post real quick, Ansgar has something to say about this mess.
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True but... they can still nag like regular ole' teens.. ish. Lol


Could you even imagine trying to nag at Jack fucking Morrison? Or Ana? Or even Dr. Ziegler? Hell, you couldn't bitch or nag at any of them, they have that much raw experience over everyone else. The kiddies would get called the fuck out if they tried.
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Overwatch protects the world from all these violent threats...

Yet they seemed to have never heard of condoms...

Actually, they simply can't resist adopting free puppies from the street...

I mean what, Morrison has 2 adopted children (1 son; 1 daughters, (Hana doesn't exactly count as an OC technically)), Reyes has a daughter, Ana has adopted a son and a biological daughter Nefera (not counting Fareeha), Mei has a sister, hell even Raelene is a cousin to Junkrat.

Jeezus what will we have next? A son of Reinhardt? Daughter of Mako? A human-gorilla hybrid for Winston? Life finds a way for Bastion and Orisa to have omnic...

Ok never mind the last part, that I don't wanna know.


Or there is simply yet to be a condom that can handle the might of the Heroes of Overwatch!

Besides, orphans are the best for raising to follow in your footstep. No having to raise them through the crying baby stage, its rather efficient really.
The amount of relatives to canon characters here is too damn high.



Or the canon characters of Overwatch really got around, if you catch my drift.
The deft flap of wings carried a certain half dragon through the air, heading downwards towards the entryway into a certain town of Sunfire. Ansgar Staudinger mentally took a glance at his one side, a narrow blade pass having opened up a minor wound during that battle he had gotten caught up in. Some mad fellows, refused to do anything but fight to the last man, and one of them had gotten a sneaky shot in while the fellow was lying on the ground dying. Nothing deep, and it barely bled, but flying was exerting. Exertion opened up wounds if one wasn't careful, and even with his thicker than average blood, the last thing he needed was an open, oozing wound in the middle of the air. Apparently, from what the word was coming in from various places, this wasn't the only instance of battle mad folk running about, trying to loot, pillage, rape, the like, and that was not a good sign. It didn't take a soothsayer to see this was just the beginning, and he found himself muttering to, well, himself as he aimed to land a short walks away from the city entrance. No sense spooking anyone with an armed fellow like him literally falling from the sky. "A wicked wind this way comes. Question is, will it be a breeze, or a gale..."

Touching down just out of view of the main gate to Sunfire, not his usual visiting place but he could use a stiff drink while he recovered from his, albeit minor, injury, he proceeded forward. Hopefully, despite Sunfire cutting it rather close to Fotian territory, they would either not care for their criminals or, more likely, bounties, or not have ever caught wind or forgotten about such things. But approach the gates he would, requesting entry on grounds of seeking a place to rest after having gotten caught up in the fighting near Sunfire, which was likely treating the more badly injured. He had bandaged himself up well enough to suffice, so he wouldn't be wasting the healers time with a minor injury that would take care of itself. Not when there was likely far worse off folks more demanding of their attention. Assuming he was given access to the city, he would make his way to the Rest Easy, unimaginative name but hopefully true to its name. Walking in, he would remove his conical hat, out of respect for being indoors, and find a seat at the bar before producing several gold coins, the universally accepted ones minted on Fotia. "A stiff ale, when you have the moment. Thank you kindly."
Yeah, I wont be able to get a post done before work, but I can have Ansgar arriving on the scene after I wake up tomorrow afternoon.
Ansgar Staudinger


Location: Overwatch Headquarters - Forks; Washington
Interactions: Dr. Zeigler (@Vicier), Lucas Morrison and Fareeha Amari (@Caits), Erika Striker (@Kaithas), Winston (@Lmpkio), Asbjorn Hagen (@December), Văn Nguyệt (@Pirouette), Ajax Amari (@Ajax Amari), Genji (@Jacobite)







Ansgar watched the steady trickle of people coming in, not really thinking too much on the lot of them, nor did he greet them. The German was not the most sociable person in the world, not to say there weren't those that he approved of, rather, he just wasn't a chatty person beyond societal niceties. There were those he talked with when the opportunity presented itself, Dr. Zeigler being one of them, as she also spoke his native tongue, and one he was far more comfortable with, coupled with the fact she tended to disaprove of some of his habits. Which she was so quick to point out by not only blocking his coffee, but offering an apple to him instead and was making it very clear that, until he took it, she would not be getting off his case. Talk about the team mom, he smirked at the thought, knowing full well how amusing the thought wouldn't be if he had gone and spoken it. But, thanks to the respect he had for her, he kept his mouth shut for once, instead rolling his eyes and taking the apple, responding to her initially in German, though he answered anything she spoke in English using, well, English. "Lange Nacht, Doktor, meine Teile wieder fixieren. Und deine Nacht? Ich arbeite nicht zu hart?"

"You worry too much Doctor, between the vitamins and the cybernetics, I don't actually have to eat that much. I eat well during the main meal anyways. Besides, not a fan of apples, personally. Apple skin tends to get in my teeth, its rather troublesome, really." Was that the truth? Hell of Ansgar knew, he just wasn't that hungry outside of the one meal a day he actually ate properly at. Yet the good Doctor would always nag him about it, and he would usually take the apple or given item she was pushing to get her to stop nagging long enough to make said item vanish. He knew enough about his inner workings to repair them and keep them, well, working. The fine details and deep science of it? Well above his paygrade. He was quiet while she went about calling others out and giving out orders, the mention of refilling his vitamins and, alongside physicals which he knew he was do for, got a quiet sigh from him. He wasn't a fan of showing off the amount of work that went into keeping him alive, and being hooked up to the power the base used was never pleasant. The internal convertor never agreed with the base voltage, but it worked. Just wasn't fun.

"Well Doctor, do you want to see the physicals before, or after training? I'm sure the human Harrier over there has a grand old training plan for the ones staying behind today. And I'll have to see you for the prescription refill, regardless, so I'll try to not swing by when your too busy." Ansgar shot a look at Fareeha that would at least indicate that he was just poking fun. She was a strong soldier, even if she had that odd obsession with flying around, raining justice from above, all that nonsense. Really, a good bullet to the head or well placed rocket was far more efficient than that missile barrage she seemed to favor when backed against a wall. Then again, it was a damn sight more intimidating to see a wall of rockets coming from above, than just one. So he could argue it both ways, really. Being called tin man was nothing new, he was used to it on quite a few times from different people, so having it as a nickname again was really fine by him. Originally, because of his armor. Now, though? Being as much metal as he was man made the tine man moniker rather fitting really.

Having failed to find an opportunity to ditch the apple, he begrudgingly took a bite, after chewing a bit and washing it down with a swig of coffee, sighed and picked at his teeth briefly, dislodging some of the apple's skin that had gotten stuck in his teeth. This. This was why he didn't like apples, or anything with some sort of skin. Sighing to himself, he would either have to be more careful about the apple and its infernal ability to get in between his teeth, or stall long enough to pitch it and go about his business. He would have done the dishes, but Winston jumped in first. Rather funny, really, seeing a massive gorilla doing the dishes. Some might see the fact that one of the most famous members of Overwatch willing to do the dishes was humbling and inspiring. Ansgar? He thought it was funny to watch such an oversized figure working so carefully. He wasn't the best with dishes, the cybernetic arms tended to not give him feedback on how much pressure he was applying. Early on, he used to break things accidentally left and right, but now he had a better handle on it. Even so, delicate tasks were not the best for him. Outside of personal repairs of course.

The arrival of a certain ninja fellow caught an offhand glance from Ansgar. Anti social, or at least presented the appearance of not liking to socialize, and employed some rather strange techniques. He, personally, never understood throwing pointy bits of metal at people, or carrying a sword around anymore. The sword he didn't think too much about, after all, the Crusaders used rocket powered hammers, for Gods sake, so he wouldn't begrudge the fellow his toy. The pointy metal bits though, that was definitely odd. Why not take a suppressed weapon, if he was that concerned about being quiet? Certainly far less of a tell that someone of a very specific group had arrived, really. Then again, he wasn't sent on quiet missions typically, not anymore. "Well, if it isn't the glorious ninja, decided to join us! Und ich dachte ich war niemand um mit Leuten zu sprechen..." Whether the ninja understood the German or not was, well, not a concern really. He had made his point clear before that, typically, Ansgar did not even begin to try and understand the details of how Genji operated, but he also didn't try to make him change. If he got the job done, great, that was all that mattered to the German sergeant.
@Rai

Well, happy belated b-day then! And I'm fond of Blues Saraceno, don't recall how I stumbled across them, but I think its fitting for a variety of reasons, theme wise.
@Vicier

Probably the Companions quest line, that tends to happen without much warning. Suddenly, werewolves. I'd be playing more Overwatch (Or Blizzard games period) but they have been giving me some serious latency issues lately, like to unplayable degrees. Nothing I've tried fixes it, and my other games work fine, so its specifically something with them. No idea what though, and it continues to bother me to this day. I try not to think about it too much haha.
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