The base on the peak of the Rock of Gibraltar had astonishing views of the ocean below; its waves an image of tranquility, but from time to time, it would stir with the occasional rough waves against the jagged rocks below. When the sun rose above with the dark clouds of the early morning, the darkness began to diminish from the sun's light, gracing Gibraltar with a delightful display of a warm peach colored sky.

Satya had witnessed many sunrises and enjoyed each and every one of those moments in Utopaea. Her balcony had provided her with a clear view of each of them as she silently sat in the early mornings outside on one of her aluminum patio chairs, watching the scenery. She would always have a carefully prepared cup of Nilgiri tea served in her tea set; a set in the prestigious colors of Utopaea's white and gold; beautiful designs of snow white Lotus flowers, each flowers' pedal traced perfectly with a dark shade of bronze adorned the teapot and matching tea cups. A wonderful gift that was given to her by the wife of a prominent worker of Lucheng Interstellar when Satya had made a business trip with her in Beijing, mostly to oversee the construction of another independent building for her husband's corporation, courtesy of Vishkar's other gifted architects. After both women were satisfied with the progress of the soon-to-be elegant skyscraper that would proudly be a part of Lucheng Interstellar, Sheu-füh Geng invited Satya to a delightful restaurant, where she presented her with Satya's future cherished tea set.

She enjoyed everything about her mornings: the aromatic scent of her tea wafting through her nostrils and the warmth covering her cheeks when she lifted her tea cup to her lips, the feel of the sleek texture of her cup between her organic palms (one of the few times that she decided to not equip her prosthetic arm), the scenery of the sunrise glistening over the buildings of Utopaea, and the feel of the sun's morning rays against her skin.

Satya sighed as she sat at the end of her bed; her organic hands clasped together on her lap as she gazed at the rising sun from her room's window. Although she didn't have her Nilgiri tea and her precious tea set to enjoy, in her own words, a rather disappointing  sunrise, that wasn't the problem that bothered her.

"A Junker." Satya begrudgingly muttered to herself as her hands clasped together tighter. "How positively disgraceful."

The Junker--or by his moniker, Junkrat-- had openly insulted her and Vishkar in a matter of minutes when he arrived yesterday. She had retreated too quickly instead of defending her name and Vishkar's; her retreat would've been a shameful display in the prominent eyes of the company that had saved her all those years ago. Even Sanjay would not spare her had he been present. The Academy did not waste years of precious knowledge to mold an individual that would easily be defeated by a being lower than her; a being lower than the dirt that she treaded on when she was younger.

"Do not forget Satya.", she spoke to herself in a calm yet assertive tone as she continued to gaze at the sunrise. "You will not fail in the name of Symmetra."

This being, this disheveled, rude, disorderly being needed to be put in his place. 

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After a light breakfast and a small, friendly chat with Tracer to make up for her tone from yesterday, Satya found herself walking towards the workshop, determined to improve her machinery before her first official mission under the clandestine operation of the resurrected Overwatch. Recent reports had been brought to the attention of its members before her arrival by Athena that Talon operatives have been spotted in Ilios, specifically in the areas of the island's guarded ruins. Winston had commented that many important artifacts and relics could not fall into the hands of an ever-growing threat, especially when it has been rumored that many of the artifacts possess mystical powers that could be used to incinerate an entire city; a weapon that could prove much more catastrophic than the gauntlet of Doomfist. Though the thought of a piece of history containing mystical powers was amusing and very preposterous to Satya, she erased the thought completely when the look in Winston's eyes suggested otherwise. If Talon was a greater threat now than when it was years ago, Satya needed to prepare her crafts as soon as possible.  

It wasn't until she reached the door that she heard the commotion of someone working inside, the sound of objects being taken apart and tools being thrown without a care. She suspected Torbjorn was already working on his own turrets, because the gods knew that Swedish man needed to upgrade his equipment to receive more positive results. She had offered her help to him twice when she first arrived, as well as demonstrating a few of her turrets to prove their true potential, but both times he had refused, believing that her knowledge of hard light would not suit his tactic of crafting his turrets by more primitive methods. The thought of something so positively medieval amused her when the door slid open in front of her. Her amusement died out quickly as her eyes widened as she stood completely frozen in the doorway, her bottom lip quivering slightly.

Junkrat, to her horror, had occupied most of the workshop with different, hazardous and (she couldn't help but take note) crude designs of explosives; her workspace, which had been kept pristine for the past two days with her exquisite designs, blueprints, and tools, was also covered with a variety of parts from what appeared to be from a vehicle, while her supplies were placed carelessly on the ground. As she took a small, careful step inside the disorder of a room, she heard something crunch under her heel and she winced at the sound. She paused and looked down in dismay to see fragments of an unfinished teleporter disc beneath her heel. Her bottom lip quivered a bit faster at her broken, unfinished product as she stepped away from the pieces before glaring up at the Junker, who was distracted with a tire on the floor with his back hunched over it. She took a quick, tentative look at the room, thankful to a certain extent that the larger Junker was not present to intimidate her with his massive height. 

Such a foolish move to be separated from an individual that provides much for someone that lacks so much, Satya thought as she paced in quick strides towards the Junker, who had yet to acknowledge her presence. She would be assertive, merciless, and defiant; something that she had unfortunately failed to do yesterday.

As much as she had wanted to be calm, she could not stop the words that left her lips nor could she level her tone as she cleared her throat. She was absolutely furious.

"Why must your kind be so barbaric?" Her organic and prosthetic palms clenched into fists by her side. She began to tap her heel slightly against the tiles of the workshop floor as the Junker finally turned around from his creation, fixing her with a crooked smile.

"G'day then, Sheila.", Junkrat replied casually as he held a wrench in his organic hand, wiggling his dirty fingers at her. To a normal individual, they could easily see this as a friendly gesture, but Satya was no fool. 

She knew well that a Junker was many things: criminals, lawless savages, and everything about the world that she was determined to perfect. But a friendly Junker is something on a different level, another threat.

In a different, understandable way, a friendly Junker is a tactic.

Vishkar had ultimately refused to aid the Outback when it was suggested by the Australian government. The reason, according to the lone survivor from the mission to Australia, were the tragedies surrounding the Vishkar agents that had been dispatched to help. Satya suppressed the shudder that desperately wanted to escape, but she pushed the memory away, as she towered over him.

If she could, and had she not been taught proper manners throughout her years at Vishkar, she would have striked him with a quick, firm slap across his cheek; just the way her father did when she would misbehave long ago. 

She was better than that, she thought defiantly of herself as she stood firmly in front of Junkrat's sitting form with her expectant glare that showed that she was not very pleased, but that's how far she was willing to be violent. She would be civil, collective, and patient, even if this being of chaos would try to intimidate her, try to prove his point from yesterday. 

She would not fail her mission.  

She was Symmetra: strong, intelligent, filled with discipline, and her ambitions of crafting a better world was hard to ignore in the eyes of her fellow colleagues, leaders, and residents of Utopaea; they expected only the best from her and she would be damned by the gods if she failed them. The gods--Vishkar-- pitied her, took her under their care and Symmetra was the result of the fruits of their labor. With this, Satya felt a wave of determination coursing through her veins.

She will put this being in his place.

"You ruined my area."

Junkrat shrugged his shoulders before hunching over the tire again. He was completely ignoring her and it took every bit of strength in her not to show her anger.

"The midget told me I could use the place for me lil' creations."

She muttered in her native tongue, cursing the Swedish man; she would make a note to not offer any of her assistance to him in the future. Satya turned to face her workshop area before turning back, glaring behind the Junker's soot-covered shoulders.

"Your 'creations' are occupying my work area." She replied.

"It ain't like you were using it well, love.", He objected.

She navigated her way around broken pieces and parts that littered around his lanky form before she stood in front of him again. She added a bit of harshness into her tone.

"I am ordering you to return the conditions of my workspace as it was before you came." She narrowed her eyes down at him.

At that moment, he chuckled.

A low, husky one that took over his form as it escaped his lips. She was completely caught off guard by this as it grew just a bit. She could not help but look at how something so simple as laughing could cause the human body to shake like that in smooth vibrations. She caught sight of his head coming up to gaze up at her and she removed her gaze away from his soot-covered, shoulders to his strange amber eyes, a grin on his face, as usual. Yet, she didn't care for the grin. Something else was bothering her. 

Even his eyes were chaotic. 

His eyes, big, bright, and wild, nothing like hers or any she had gazed at before. Perhaps the radioactivity had affected them, she hypothesized. Perhaps they were like hers before or perhaps they were once hazel. Eyes that were normal, eyes that were acceptable in her standards.

But now, they were an amber color that reminded her of burning, bright fire; the same shade that could describe the fires that engulfed the favelas back in Rio.

The fire that had ruined that angel's face, the fire that had caused the child to look helpless at the opening of the city center. How long did she have to calm herself after seeing the girl's face? How long was the little girl unconscious under the flames? Those eyes of hers, did she know she had saved her? Or did those eyes know something far worse?

 By gods, damn his eyes for reminding her of such a memory. 

"So, you gonna order me 'round or gaze into me eyes some more, Sheila?", He commented haughtily. She removed her eyes away from his and took note that his grin grew far more prideful. "Don't know 'bout you, but I got work to do."

And just like that, he looked back down to his tire that was perched between his open legs, looking admirably down at it for a while, before reaching his organic arm up for the toolbox that sat on his table.

 Satya released a soft scoff before she walked past him again, heading for the door. The doors quickly opened for her, but she stood in the doorway, watching the Junker from behind. 

He and his mess needed to leave, she would not allow any of this. 

"Then perhaps work swiftly until I return with permission to throw you out of a professional's workshop."

With that, she stepped out with the doors closing behind her, as she began her search for Winston.

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