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Everything was going perfectly. Nothing had happened to warrant a failure. His soldiers were completing their orders efficiently and quickly and his movement was advancing far greater than he had expected.
It was going too perfectly.
Ramattra planned escapes, he planned in case something, anything, went wrong, but when Null Sector was progressing, moving forward without a hitch, he got suspicious.
When he thought that everything was fine, that everything was working just as he planned, that’s when the attacks started coming full force. His troops, his armies, were obliterated sector by sector. Omnics and humans were killed in the gunfire, some from fallen debris whilst others bled to death from what seemed like minor injuries at the time.
Ramattra slams his fist onto the table when many of his soldiers came back battered and broken, making the scheduled trip to what Ramattra would call the infirmary, but was in fact just a small workshop for you to work in.
You would repair the broken soldiers, not that it mattered too much with Null Sector spitting them out like a factory aboard every vessel. You just added the more… unique and personal touch to them. Ramattra knew you were useful, and he was going to use those skills of yours to help his cause.
Little did you know though, Ramattra wanted to keep you close. A human working with Null Sector would’ve shocked every military force. You were a traitor to your kind, but you didn’t care. You saw the injustice brought onto omnics by your species and if you could help Ramattra by being there with him, you were fine committing high treason.
Ramattra knew the risks and he had his plans for you should the time come to initiate them. He would abort his own cause just to save you, to make sure you were safe no matter where he placed you. You meant more to the omnic than he had ever thought. An omnic in love with a human? It was unheard of, but the Null Sector Leader? He thought himself insane.
You enter his control room, watching the omnic throw blueprints and holopads on the floor, glass shattering and the clangs from metal echoing in the room. The monitors above him display his failed attempts at taking over Rio, familiar faces from your childhood posters lit up another monitor.
“Overwatch?” You question, taking a tentative step forward.
The omnic doesn’t answer, he just stares at you for a moment before looking back towards the array of screens.
“I thought they were disbanded?” It was more of a question than a statement.
“They should be.” Ramattra practically hisses. He mumbles something in omnicode, leaning over the desk, looking down at the table of controls before slamming his fist down again.
You look up at the monitors once more, a pit forming in your stomach. All this work he had put in, all the planning he had to do and Overwatch had to make a surprise appearance. It sickens you just as much as it angers Ramattra.
“Why don’t you take a break?” You offer, standing just short of him.
“I cannot rest until this is dealt with. Get out.” He tilts his head a little, optics looking at you. The tension within the room rises significantly as you feel his anger rise.
“Ramattra-”
“Out!” He stands straight, towering over you. “Now.”
Your stomach drops, never in your time spent with Ramattra had he been hostile with you and just hearing his tone drop, seething in rage, it frightened you.
You stand there frozen, lip quivering as you fight back the tears that threaten to fall, but no, you were stronger than that. You place your hand over his only for the omnic to pull away.
“Leave. I will not tell you again.”
“No.” You stand your ground, looking up at him. “Ramattra-”
His hands curls into fists. “Stop this insolence.”
“Take. A. Break.” Your eyes lock with his optics for a brief moment. “Please.” You reach for his arms, fingers trailing down his forearms before dipping into the crevice of his wrists and finally holding onto his clenched fists. “Ramattra…”
It was in that moment that Ramattra knew that his anger overtook him. His fingers relax, letting yours slide into his palms. He feels your thumbs rub over the purple metal of his hand before gently rubbing over the silver metal joints.
His servos warm up as his shoulders relax. “I am sorry.” His tone also softens as he dips his head behind his cowl.
You shake your head, pulling him flush against your body as you wrap your arms around his torso, fingers moving up and down his spinal wire in an attempt to soothe him. With your ear pressed against his chest, you listen to his inner workings; the gentle humming of his fans, the little creaks of his metal when he breathes. Slowly, everything within Ramattra calmed down, his electronics quietened their buzzing and his temper began to fade.
Ramattra brought his arms up, hands caressing the small of your back. He buries his head within the crook of your neck, a soft buzzing against your skin as you feel him relax.
“Sit down with me.” You mumble against him, trying to pull away but his hold on you tightens.
“Give me a moment.” Ramattra’s voice was softer than usual. The apologetic tone laced with sadness and guilt was tugging at your own heart. He feels you nod against his chest, feels the heat of your body warming his own up. He doesn’t want to let go. “I am sorry.” He apologises again.
“Ramattra… It’s okay.” You smile, wanting to reassure him.
“No. It was not right of me to get angry at you and for that I offer my apology.” His hands pull you just that little bit closer before finally letting you go. Ramattra feels your hands travel back to his arms before pulling him to the small sofa in the room.
You sit down with him, kneeling over his lap, fingers dipping within the silver braces on his chest. “You need time to think. Rest, Ramattra.”
“Everything was going smoothly.” He hums quietly, his hands resting on your hips, head lowered almost in shame.
“Don’t let Overwatch stop you from what you’re doing.” You plant a kiss on the red lights of his forehead. “Sure, it’s a setback, but you always have come back stronger.”
Ramattra nods softly. “Perhaps a break is needed.”
“Your soldiers will keep fighting. You have programmed them to do so. Let me take over for a few hours. Go charge up and rest.” You tilt his head up so you look look at him better, faintly meeting his optics behind the white faceplate.
“My dear…” He starts but when he watches you shake your head, he sighs. “Four hours.”
“Done.” You smile softly, lifting his head once more as you kiss the centre of his face. “Please rest.”
The omnic moves his hands up and down your back, caressing softly before he nods and lifts you off of him.
The monitors to the right of the pair of you light up, information that the leader had requested on the seen members of Overwatch appear. One by one, the dossiers cycle through, filling up several screens.
Ramattra nods, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Do not get into too much trouble now.” His humour was finally seeping through, demeanour relaxing.
“I will be back.” He finally states after a brief pause, pressing his faceplate against the side of your face, mimicking a kiss. His optics scan over the room momentarily before resting back on you. His hand comes up and caresses your cheek, thumb gently rubbing the softness and warmth.
His shoulders feel lighter, systems refreshed. Your words, your touch, your affect on him was what he needed. You were the stone that held him in place, the only one who could control him at his worst. You are the one he needs by his side.