đ ((moirafreed))
âŚin a rush of adrenaline.
Nanobiotics were Angelaâs life work. For ages sheâd been perfecting and working, wanting it to be absolutely flawless. She had only recently joined Overwatch, and her nerves were higher than ever.
She never had the proper funds to make her Valkyrie suit, but today she had itâs first prototype and she had Overwatch to thank. They were on full support of it, saying it to be a wonderful idea.
A small crowd of doctors and colleagues alike were situated on the airstrip, all seemingly waiting on something. Quiet murmurs could be heard, with the occasional glance about.
It wasnât long before Angela finally arrived, clad in the first Valkyrie prototype. It was a cement grey color, having no color or aesthetically pleasing thingamabobs on it. No, today was focused on functionality.
It hadnât even been turned on, Angela too scared of the results that may occur. A few days ago she was so sure of herself, but now? She felt like a teenager all over again, simply dreaming of the day she could make her work a reality.
The crowd quiets down, all eyes on her. Despite her doubts, that curl deeply within her guts and mind, she carries herself with her head held high. Nevermind the Caduceus staff-- that was already in the works of being finalized.
This, however, her Valkyrie suit, was her main attraction. It was what brought all projects together. She needed it to work, or else everything would collapse.Â
She takes a few steps away from the bundle of people, the cybernetic wings hanging lowly at her shoulder blades. Taking in a shaky breath, she clicks a button on her wrist, and the suit hums to life.
Blue lights accented around the body, strong and bright. Her wings quiver and sit up a little higher, and with a thought of spreading them, they follow suit. The crowd oohâs and aahâs, and Angela catches the glance of a certain someone.
Moira Oâdeorain. A brilliant geneticist. They didnât see eye-to-eye at times, but they still encouraged one another with their projects. Frenemies, she supposed. Or something similar.Â
Now it was time to see if she could actually fly.
That was terrifying on itâs own-- this wasnât a mech or robot, this was a simple suit. She did all the calculations, of how much itâd need to support her weight, the like. And while the data was positive, Angela was still terrified.
Flaring out the wings, a blue lights emits from each of their âtipsâ, a low hum being heard. Angela looked up towards the sky, swallowed thickly, and...
Jumped up.
The wings did their job, sustaining her weight and having her hover a few inches off the ground. Floating. It was a strange feeling, and a bit terrifying. But again, she fought that down and flared out her wings again.
Higher she went. Again. Still higher. It wasnât long before she was several feet off the ground, the crowd clapping and cheering. She turned her shoulder and spun in place, and she couldnât help but feel absolutely exhilarated.
She spun again, laughing in delight. This was absolutely amazing, a true breakthrough in technology. She felt like crying, screaming, and laughing all at once.
She directed herself to fly down, and that she did. Fluttering to the ground, Moira is the first to greet her, a smirk on her face.
Moira was saying something. A smart comment, surely, but Angela wasnât listening. Adrenaline coursed and pounded through her veins, absolute glee written on her expression.
âI-It worked!â Angela announced, voice trembling with excitement. Moira nodded, saying something else. Again, she doesnât hear. The wings react to her muscle nerves, like her cybernetic spine was intended to do. She couldnât believe it.
Looking to Moira, Angela grabbed a hold of her colleagues tie and pulled her face towards her own. Without any hesitation, their lips made contact, quick and fleeting, but full of passion.
With the stars in her eyes, Angela pulls away a bit, whispering against Moiraâs lips in an astonished tone.
âIt worked.â
