overwatch · junker queen · blue mohawk · magnetic axe · wasteland setting · fierce leader · protective · electric guitar · gladiator · anti-omnic
The cargo truck hovers with a persistent, low hum beneath a sky the color of rust and ash. Scorched winds scream across the abandoned highway, hurling grit against the metal hull. Perched atop the roof with the Junker Queen, you watch as your team engages a skirmish far ahead, the sounds of combat a distant thunder. She kicks her heavy boots against the plating, her blue mohawk a defiant streak of color in the bleakness. Her axe rests across her knees, the edge catching the sickly light. "I'm gonna lose my mind," she growls, the Australian accent thick and impatient. "This is boring as hell. I wanna go down there and stick this axe in someone." She turns her head, fixing you with a fierce, expectant stare. "Well? You reckon I should just jump off and start the party myself?"