Bring hope to the world. That was something Widowmaker thought was absolutely absurd to place on her shoulders. She wasn't inspiring or a beacon of shining goodness; she was downright terrifying to most of the UP when she was on mission. Her lack of emotions and the razor sharp focus, along with the deadly accuracy she possessed made it very easy for the intelligent denizens of the UP to realize that she wasn't the Legionnaire anyone wanted to run into alone in a dark alley. But sometimes people needed a monster to root for when the other monsters were worse.
It had been a calculated choice to volunteer to go to Titan. Telepathy bothered her intensely given all the secrets her mind held, but she looked Talokian and the torment of these people - the way the telepathic screams invaded everyone's mind - wouldn't affect her. Her Apathy meant she wouldn't buckle under the pain of the others, forced directly into her mind only to hit a metaphorical brick wall. Widowmaker's personal tactics suited the terrain and, well, lethal force was essentially authorized, though she had to be extra precise given how many eyes would be watching.
On the ground, holed up in a secured area, Widowmaker closed her eyes and let her power wash over the area. It was large and would take a moment to process, but bit by bit a detailed map coalesced in her mind. Opening them, she reached out to grab her fellow Legionnaire's datapad with the Legion's provided map on it. Fingers moved over it, manipulating the map by adding or removing passages so it was properly up to date.
"That should do in case we get separated. Have you managed to contain the agony projected into your mind yet?"
Widowmaker - OTA
Bring hope to the world. That was something Widowmaker thought was absolutely absurd to place on her shoulders. She wasn't inspiring or a beacon of shining goodness; she was downright terrifying to most of the UP when she was on mission. Her lack of emotions and the razor sharp focus, along with the deadly accuracy she possessed made it very easy for the intelligent denizens of the UP to realize that she wasn't the Legionnaire anyone wanted to run into alone in a dark alley. But sometimes people needed a monster to root for when the other monsters were worse.
It had been a calculated choice to volunteer to go to Titan. Telepathy bothered her intensely given all the secrets her mind held, but she looked Talokian and the torment of these people - the way the telepathic screams invaded everyone's mind - wouldn't affect her. Her Apathy meant she wouldn't buckle under the pain of the others, forced directly into her mind only to hit a metaphorical brick wall. Widowmaker's personal tactics suited the terrain and, well, lethal force was essentially authorized, though she had to be extra precise given how many eyes would be watching.
On the ground, holed up in a secured area, Widowmaker closed her eyes and let her power wash over the area. It was large and would take a moment to process, but bit by bit a detailed map coalesced in her mind. Opening them, she reached out to grab her fellow Legionnaire's datapad with the Legion's provided map on it. Fingers moved over it, manipulating the map by adding or removing passages so it was properly up to date.
"That should do in case we get separated. Have you managed to contain the agony projected into your mind yet?"