Solar Storm (Overwatch Illari x Male reader)

Chapter Two: Engagement

Silence hung heavily in the air.

No one made a move, your weapon slowly lowering as your eyes darted around the room. There were too many to count, an overwhelming number that would require at least a decent task force to take on.

And here you were all alone.

You very slowly put the rifle onto your back, trying to make it seem like you weren't a threat to any of them. With a deep inhale, you decided to try and speak reason with them.

"So, I don't suppose there's any way that we can talk this out?"

Dropping what they were doing, crates clattering and glasses shattering, metal clanging against the floor as they all raised their weapons in unison. Your eyes widened as lightning surged around your legs, dashing to the side as countless void plasma rounds annihilated the ground where you once stood. Their weapons began to track you, firing relentlessly in attempts to neutralise their newfound intruder.

Sliding to a stop, you found refuge behind a large set of heavy metal crates, the plasma fire from their weapons pelting the cover you hid behind. You took the rifle out once more and loaded another grenade into the launcher. The approaching footsteps caused you to exhale sharply, rising to your feet and peeking around the corner, emptying your mag into whatever you could find. Most shots found their mark, the sheer volicity and power from the heavy pulse rifle tore through the omnics like paper. One by one, they fell until a loud clicking was heard from the rifle, its rounds depleted within what seemed like moments. Quickly reloading, you moved to the other side and opened fire once more, eviscerating any foe that dared to step too close.

You were outgunned, outnumbered, and ultimately underprepared to face such a number of targets. You had expected a small insurgent group, not what looked like an entire invasion operation.

Taking a step back behind cover, you reloaded once more. Just as you went to peek around the corner to return fire, a glowing purple metalic ball rolled along the floor and stopped by your feet. Slow beeping that rapidly increased in tempo caused your heart to sink, lightning surging around your legs as you ran as fast as you could from the grenade and into the open. Dodging and weaving, you fired back when you could, sprinting as fast as you could towards a nearby pillar. Sparks flew off of your boots, the only reason you were still alive was because of the improved speed that your lightning provided.

The explosion from the grenade behind you shook the ground, causing you to stumble slightly as you reached the pillar. Pressing your back against the wall, you held your rifle as you tried to catch your breath. Everything had gone so wrong so quickly, the plan was to investigate, not to engage an entire army.

You had to create distance and fast, attempt to get away and create some sort of advantage for yourself. You could take out most of them, you were confident in that much. But you already knew your ammo was finite, and eventually, you'd be overwhelmed and gunned down. No matter how fast you were with your chained kunai, it was no match against plasma weaponry.

Holding your gun around the corner, you blindly fired, hoping it would hit anything that was approaching you before withdrawing the weapon and reloading it. You frantically looked around, trying to find anything that you could use that would give you an edge, or maybe even somewhere that you could retreat to in order to give you a better chance at survival. Crates, barrels, half shattered pillars and cracked walls. There was nothing in sight that immediately screamed out to you.

Gritting your teeth, a frustrated sigh left your lips. Lightning surged around your entire body, feeling the sparks jump around as you lowered yourself down slightly. The metallic thumping of approaching soldiers grew closer and closer, the gunfire around the room slowly coming to a halt. They were waiting, waiting for you to reveal yourself, waiting for you to slip up so they could dispose of you quickly. Did they not know who you were? The stories that followed your presence, the reputation you had built from scrapping countless frames and chassis which belonged to null sector, the way they operated down here so carelessly thinking that you wouldn't find them.