Chapter 1: Who are they?
A/N: This is a two part Oneshot. Thank good ole Sly Stallone for an amazing three movies to The Expendables franchise let's all hope he brings Barney Ross back for the fourth. And now that Overwatch is in my top favorite Video Game list, btw I own it on PS4, so now I give you this one shot of something that had been clawing at the back of my head for some time now. Enjoy and please review!
Warning! Although this is rated T there are some intense things due to realism and demonstration of how cruel the world can be. Check out Diamond eyes(Song) by Shinedown.
The customized MV-261 ORCA travelled across the horizon of the world at hypersonic speeds, the color of the vessel blending in with the night sky and Ocean.
It had been a little over two years since Winston had made his speech upon bringing Overwatch back from its time of disassembly. The world didn't take too kindly to those intentions. To this day Watchpoint: Gibraltar now remains in ruins. The work of the United Nations never once becoming known. All former agents practically perished when multiple Napalm and air strikes struck the base that once served the heart of Overwatch. Now all that remained was a shadow of a once great organization. Those who survived were taken and stripped of their identities. Others were wiped out by Talon, another organization that was Hell on Earth to the eyes of Overwatch. All had been lost.
Almost all.
Since Overwatch was now officially gone, so were the many field agents and staff who were dedicated to serve. But the plan on destroying well known members since the old days had officially failed. There were consequences but none the less a failed attempt.
By the mid end of the second year since the horrible demise the world became flabbergasted upon seeing the symbol that was becoming known in almost all major cities. Societies witnessed strange depictions all over the darkest walls of their communities. Some going from painted sprays to bad graffiti art in the underground terminals. Even several landmarks have somehow been stamped with this image. The Big Ben, the antenna box of the Eiffel Tower, Stone hedge, The Great Wall of China, The Statue of Liberty, The Brooklyn Bridge, the Seattle Tower, and even Mount Rushmore.
A skull.
But not just any ordinary skull. The image was that of a feminine skinless white head with a crow standing directly on top of it. An ear ring laid next to the jaw bone along with an ivory stylish banner.
Expendabelle, was the word written across in cursive.
Immediately Society, the Media, and the Holonet began to question who or what was capable of such a task of vandalism. In just a few months The Expendabelle mark was thrown into the world of problems such as the debates with Omnics and terrifying tasks done by Talon. At first millions assumed it was the work of a gang or another hidden society working under corrupt jurisdictions and the only way to prove such thing was to investigate and capture.
Failure was the result of Federal Bureaus and the United Nations. It drove them insane to realize that that this group was untraceable. The closest thing they had ever come to evidence were the stories that had spread throughout the media. Many reports of strange infantry dressed women appearing during crisis events in countries that other governments weren't in charge of were aiding the people in times of need. Everyone was quick to label them as vigilantes. But the authorities knew better. Footage had been retrieved and linked to the internet and their assumptions stood correct when the image of an infamous Swiss Doctor, a time manipulation agent and a rare functioning customized OR15 defense Robot from Numbani manifested on the screens of the Holonet.
Two of Overwatch's well known agents have pledge themselves to the vigilante organization. Despite being hard evidence this was still not enough to hunt down these women who were now charged with vandalism, theft, fake identity, and Murder, since witnesses have seen the teleporting Brit shoot multiple armed men down with a Golden revolver and the blonde Doctor who was once described as an Angel. Tortured, mutilated and crushed the skull of an unnamed African Crime Boss under her boot. His body was later impaled on a wooden spiked pole near several remote borders as an example to those who kidnap and disembowel Children from their villages.
Her along with an obsidian armored warrior that was seen only once in Egypt many years ago with a royal blue shine, were worshipped in those regions for being Guardians who supplied them with clothes and fresh water every three weeks. The Pirates who committed the first and only attempt to steal these resources given to the innocent people of the rural areas were instead given the gift of death due to their heads erupting courtesy of a French Sniper, who hacked into their commlinks to whisper a line with beautiful seductiveness.
One shot, one kill.
The rest was history, and their name would forever go down in History.
Lena Oxton, call sign: Tracer, sat in the advanced mechanical chair of the large lobby like room that housed the rest of the members and Robot, two women were tending to her lower body. A lot has happened over the years for the young girl. Being a soldier and pilot in the Royal Air Force to being selected for the testing of the first ever teleporting jet, The Slipstream. The results had been a disaster with her now entering a stage where she would never recover from which had been suspended in time. Lucky for her Winston had made a modified device that brought her back into the correct time zone with the consequence of an early case of PTSD due to what she saw throughout the Cosmos of the Universe. Birth, Life, War, Death, and the end of everything. Jack Morrison was just relieved she had been coaxed into therapy, and the treatments were a quick success. She had been blessed to be part of Overwatch before it had been disbanded. The Brit put the black lipstick she had in her gloved palm to use and dragged it across her lips. Once that was done she blinked her eyes multiple times to assure her eyeliner was there, it was. Atop her head that usually sported messy but fancy wavy brown hair was a black Military Beret with the skull mark on it. Upon closer look one could see the small commlink ear piece attached to the side of her head. The glow of her Chronal Accelerator was bright as ever but her outfit was completely different. Gone was the brown bomber jacket, instead she wore a black one of the same design but with no patches and customized armor pads around the shoulders and ribs. Her gauntlets holding her pulse pistols were now a greyish color with the edges now sharp. Thick black gloves covered her hands along with a communicator attached to her right wrist. A long blade holster was strapped on the side of her hip. Her pants, which were now also a black color but tight just like her old yellow ones, were cut and tailored to end above what would've been her knees. Deep within it still pained her to accept that she was now part machine due to what remained below. The attack and destruction on Watchpoint: Gibraltar resulted in the woman being buried alive by rubble of the tower, crushing almost every part of her body underneath it. Many of her comrades were there on that day and they all worked together when they tried pulling her out once they lifted what was possible with the help of a Russian and Egyptian soldier. Hana Song vomited at the sight of one of her closest friends when Lena yelled at the top of her lungs from feeling her knee caps tear and rip upon being free. The Doctor had no choice but to cauterize her stumps which was one of the most heart aching moments in her life when her adopted daughter passed out while undergoing spasms due to trauma. When they escaped to a hidden safe house the Swiss beauty performed an infamous surgery on the kitchen table to help restore the ruined flesh. Oxton had nearly died that day if it wasn't for her. The woman fell into a short stage of depression for being condoned to a wheel chair for the first few months. She was given attention she didn't want, aid that she didn't need according to her standards up to the point where the blonde had to force feed her. By the mid of the first year Lena had slowly coped with the members who also have lost limbs in their lives. The daughter of Ana Amari stayed up late at nights to silently rock the former time agent to sleep in her bionic strong arms. Soon her female comrades brought back what they could salvage from the destroyed base and after a big discussion between the Swiss and the Brit, another surgery had been done to implant basic prosthetics, giving Lena Oxton the chance to walk again. But all of this had been a long time ago. Now as of this moment The Doctor, her best friend and adopted Mother and The French Assassin, her wife, were busy giving all their attention to her artificial robotic legs.
Amelie held the right limb up while Angela had a palm near the artificial knee joint, while to other hand had an advanced screwdriver digging into the open compartment of the shin. Multiple buzzing and wire tampering could be heard as everyone watched.
"Love, is this really necessary every time we go off on a miss…."
The Doctor pulled out the screwdriver to dink it across a metal foot with clawed toes. "Oh hush child you ask this every time."
Almost all her adopted children laughed but her wife merely chuckled.
Dr. Angela Ziegler, call sign: Mercy, had seen enough in her life time to call herself a woman with experience, yes, part of it being in the fun way. The beautiful woman had been blessed to be part of the late golden age of Overwatch, having joined since the early stages of adult hood. To many around the world she was viewed as one of the most brilliant minds of the century. Her skills in medicine and technology were unrivaled along with her tactics on being a field medic. Many governments around the globe have approached her for her knowledge in doing the impossible which was resurrecting the fallen from the dead once leaving the world of the living for a few moments. The majority, of these approaches were practically the, "Give us the knowledge or die", routine. And just like that Angela would die before any crummy political force took away her special gifts. Ever since what the United Nations did to the heart and soul of Overwatch the swiss beauty had lost all respect that she had for authority figures, no matter what rank. She would never forgive them for what they did to Lena and all the innocent agents that perished in the destruction. She would be a pacifist no more. Those pitiful philosophies were dead now. The Doctor was always how people described her. Beautiful, talented, skilled, determined, nice, caring, and mended with an unbreakable will. But she knew she was no Angel. Contrary to her name, Angela never showed Mercy to the ones who bathed in Evil. Having killed over thousands of Men and Women throughout the years. Her wife along with herself were the only ones truly capable with interrogations. Going so far as to torture and break bad people both literally and metaphorically. It was for the greater good for the innocent. And after what happened to Lena, Angela would not hold back anymore. What was so wrong in giving these monsters a taste of their own medicine, no pun intended. Despite all the shit she endured in the last two years, she had embraced a long-founded love. With none other than the woman who she used to babysit during Ana Amari's time with Overwatch. Such proof existed thanks to the golden wedding ring on her black fingerless gloved hand. A beautiful gold beak popped out with encrusted eyes made of sapphires. Her outfit was unlike anything she ever thought she would wear. Her face was neatly pampered showing off her wonderful beauty. Black painted lips puckered up in concentration. Long eyeliner rested on her lashes, but a huge difference was the style to her head. Her hair, which was still thick as ever was tied into an incredibly tight bun sticking to the high top of her back scalp. Her halo was replaced with a Military Beret the same as Lena's. The skull having an emergency cross on its forehead, giving a small indication that she was the only field medic on the ORCA. The earpiece shined across the side of her head. One would be disappointed to see that her Valkyrie suit had been disposed of for something new. She wore a simple black t shirt, with an armored pad around her collar. A matching bullet proof vest customized by her courtesy hugged her chest and torso. She sported tight black camouflage pants that were flexible and ended just above the knee since she kept her long charcoal grey metallic boots. Thick armored gauntlets protected her forearms along with her right one holding her communicator. On each side of her hips were now two of her pistol holsters and a long blade in its own holster that she would use when she wasn't tending to her children with her Caduceus Staff which was strapped to her back.
"Cuz I'm the only one you do this too…." Angela gave her the typical, "don't start with me young lady", look. Which was enough to silence Lena for the next few seconds.
After a checking to make sure the mechanisms were fully operational, Angela closed the opened leg and sealed it tight with the screwdriver.
"Give me a test child." Upon receiving the order, Lena bent her robotic knee with the same amount of motion a normal leg would do. She wiggled her metallic clawed toes and scrunched them while bending her ankle.
"Yup, I think the legs are good for up and about." The leader of the team almost got up but instead her wife grabbed her other limb and lifted it for Angela to examine.
"Ah Rubbish." They all burst into a fit of laughter, including the robot sitting down on her four legs.
"Calm down Cherie, you know the drill." Came the accent of the one who betrayed them, worked under Talon by force, and was soon reformed and reunited by the ones she double crossed. It mattered not to them. They were glad to have her back on their side. Thanks to the work and love by Lena Oxton.
Amelie Oxton, call sign: Widowmaker, originally the codename that Talon had branded her with now worn as a proud title to the team, was a woman of many surprises and the wife of Lena Oxton. She was The One who had to Fall to Gain It All. Once known as the heir to the Guillard fortune and mild famous ballet dancer in France, Amelie gained fame throughout the once great organization by being the quiet wife of Gerard Lacroix. One of the best Agents and Men responsible for the formation of Overwatch. Good things however were never meant to last and the woman was taken by Talon once they came to the decision that Gerard was impossible to subdue to anything thrown at him. Against her will she was mind wiped, and programmed under torturous circumstances to become the ultimate killing machine, The Widowmaker. And just like her title she made herself one when she was rescued and saved by Angela, Morrison, Gerard, and their strike team. And what exactly did she do the following night? Killed Gerard in his sleep via slit throat. Her disappearance gave them all the conclusion that she had been lost to Talon. This dark path continued for over a decade. The brainwashed woman soon had the blood of thousands of innocents and guilty on her hands. She wasn't what she was anymore, and she didn't even realize it. She was also responsible for the presumed death of Ana Amari and for a time the daughter of the Sniper had a grudge on the cold-hearted Assassin. But Jack and Angela had to constantly remind her that Amelie wasn't herself. This phase was quickly over once Ana made a visit to one of their safehouses. It brought them all to tears when Ana hugged her soldier of a daughter. All hope seemed lost, Amelie was never going to return onto the road to serve the greater good. But a miracle happened once Lena began to get involved with the Widowmaker when Winston made the call. They both shared multiple collaborations but the one that ended it all was the night Amelie shot down Mondatta. The mere force and anger had driven Tracer to a complete hand to hand match much to the Widow's satisfaction for striking a nerve. The girl showed potential but was eventually subdued by the Assassin, or so one would think. In a final act of rage and catching the Sniper off guard, Lena had torn off her accelerator and bashed it hard across the skull of the once blue skinned woman. When the spider like visor shattered from the impact of the titanium harness Tracer didn't hesitate to repeat the process seven more times once Amelie was on the floor of the rooftop. Lena had bawled from what she had done and held her device closer to her chest. She had known Amelie before she was taken, and she adored the woman in so many ways. Hurting her to the point where her blood oozed from all over her skull sent shivers down her spine that wouldn't stop no matter how hard she tried to breath. To avoid an Anxiety attack, the pilot brought the injured killer in her arms and held her as tight as she could. The rode to redemption for The Widowmaker began when she stiffened awake to feel the warm body and harness pressing against her. At that point Amelie knew she was embracing Lena Oxton, the young agent that Gerard introduced her to. Gerard…..oh Gerard. The memories of who she was, what she had done, and what was done to her were returning little by little with every brain pounding of a developing severe concussion.
"Lena…Lena….I'm Cold."
Those were the only words she had whispered to the Brit to make her go from cries of angst, to cries of joy. Sure, it was a sudden change in the atmosphere and for all anyone knew it could've been a distraction to confuse Tracer and strike her when she didn't expect it but instead the Brit held her and buried her neck into the Assassin, resulting in her face being stained with blood that ran down Amelie's neck.
The French beauty had not been faking that night when she whispered to Lena. Her voice was full of despair and regret rather than the ice cold heartless tone The Widowmaker was known for. She even called the girl by her name, rather than the taunts, curses and who could forget, "Foolish girl."
Amelie had returned. And she needed medical attention.
Brining her to a Hospital would've been a bad idea but brining her to the safe house the members of Overwatch resided at the time was even worse. Jesse and Reinhardt immediately went for their Brass-Knuckles but Angela silenced them all and guided Lena to the kitchen since it had the largest table. There Amelie had underwent an examination turned surgery when results showed the blue skinned woman's skull had been split from the back and her heart began to rise at bizarre rates due to emotional trauma affecting the Assassin. Something that she had not felt in years thanks to Talon. The brain and open-heart surgery had been a success and Angela took pride in her skills once again when she found the damaged tracking device in Amelie's frontal lobe when she had to split the layers of skin from the hairline to relieve blood clots along with having fixed the neurological damage done to her brain, that way if Talon ever found her they wouldn't be able to trigger any form of sentence code to revert her back to their puppet. Angela had failed Amelie for not examining her properly the first time, she would not fail her again. The days had become weeks for Lena when she did nothing but stay by Amelie's side in one of the bedrooms since she was in a coma. When time had reached a month, Amelie's skin had slowly regained its beautiful pale white color. Angela and Lena were joyed by this. The French beauty waking up however, was a whole new stage. Amelie could still remember almost everything that had happened. From the day of her kidnapping, to the day Lena brought her back from her unaware enslavement. The Brit and Swiss didn't allow anyone in the room, Amelie had been overwhelmed with guilt to the point where she always trembled and cried when she was spoken to. Lena and Angela were there for her, soon Ana and her daughter were let in on a basis to verify that she had been forgiven, and that they were glad that she was back, even when they admitted she never could return from such a path. The others however, had to take time on this whole fiasco. Amelie didn't blame them. When Jack had assembled all the other former unknown agents and staff, Watchpoint: Gibraltar was ready to be initiated. Everyone had moved to the famous base to start their proud organization once again. Jack had allowed Amelie to return under the condition that she would be monitored by either Agent Oxton, or Dr. Ziegler. No one had disagreed to those terms. Months went by and Amelie had coped with Angela's therapies little by little, along with growing a dependent attachment with Lena. Reforming the proud friendship that she shared with Lena all those years ago. The attack and destruction of the base was what brought the life back into Amelie's eyes when Lena was rescued from the rubble, rendering her a cripple thanks to her torn gory legs. The anger that she had felt as Widowmaker returned when she realized what the United Nations did to them all. When the remaining members were forced into exile once again it was now Amelie's turn to play the part of helping hand for Lena. The poor girl had to spend months in a wheelchair, her spirit broken, and pride wounded. When Angela performed the surgery to attach Lena's prosthetics the two women picked up the pieces to start over. Helping each other when they could and how they could. Never once leaving each other's side. The first year since Winston's call had marked the day they proclaimed their love for one another. By the time the second year was over the team had formed and the Former Assassin with her former Time Agent, shared a double small wedding with the Swiss Doctor and her Raptora Soldier. Now here she was, the teams proud Sniper holding the artificial leg of her wife.
Her outfit resembled nothing like her dark pink cat suit Talon had given her. Amelie's still purple hair had been cut tied back just like Angela's to stick up in a bun. It was all covered by a Black Beret just like her wife and medical adopted mother, the skull on the headgear having a red scope across an eye. She wore a pair of modified purple shaded glasses that served as her new visor. Her luscious lips that have engulfed Lena's over thousands of times were painted black as well. The black bulletproof vest was different from Angela's. It fit tighter than the way a vest of this category normally would, almost resembling a tight jacket since it had sleeves. She appeared to wear no clothing beneath it and it was purposely unzipped revealing a buxom cleavage. Her tight stomach could be seen with a skull belly button piercing made of polished gold. She sported charcoal grey flexible pants with purple outlines along the waste and thighs. Around her hip was a long blade in its holster. Knee length metallic black boots covered her feet, calves and shins mimicking the ones her catsuit had since it had the sharp blades around her heels and platforms. She had a small communicator linking to her own earpiece on her right wrist along with the infamous "Cauchemar", writing on her forearm. Black fingerless gloves covered her callous lean hands, her right ring finger had a gold wedding ring shaped as Lena's Chronal Accelerator, signaling the bond of marriage between the two. Her left forearm now had a modified and completely original design of her Talon based Venom mine. It was a bulky but slick black gauntlet with jagged edges that had the feminine skull on it facing which ever direction Amelie pointed to. Upon fire the skull would open its mouth and shoot the dart to be set in place. Her rifle, which had been disassembled by Angela to check for any trackers had underwent a new look as well. The design was the same but instead of purple, the color was an ivory polished white with a metal skull serving as her scope when she activated it. It was almost in a way funny since when the scope was raised, the skull facing Amelie would open its mouth revealing the red circle. Finish her image, the Expendabelle mark was on her left bicep in the form of a tattoo, with the scope still gleaming over the eye socket below the crow.
Angela had finished checking Lena's other leg and told the young woman to give her the same test as she did before. "It seems your limbs are fully operational Lena."
"As always Angela." The Brit playfully rolled her eyes. "And as always there is nothing wrong."
"It is my job to look after you, your position over all of us doesn't change anything, how can we function without you being there to guide us?" the blonde took this moment to grab the boot like covers next the chair and connected them in place with her daughter's metallic bare feet, giving the black colored appendages the appearance of having footwear.
"You all have functioned well without me in the past love, don't see me as ya'lls high and mighty hand to safety."
Fareeha stood up from her criss cross position in her black and yellow outlined Raptora Armor Mark VII, the successor to the Mark VI with the ocean blue and yellow design. Everything was in place except for her helmet.
"Every team needs a leader Habibi, and you have lead us all to victory over the past few missions." Everyone nodded without a doubt.
Fareeha Wilhelm Amari Ziegler, call sign: Pharah, was the aerial support of the team, daughter of Ana Amari and Reinhardt Wilhelm, and the wife of Dr. Angela Ziegler. Without her armor the woman stood at an impressive height of 6'4, two inches taller than Angela, and two inches shorter than Zarya. The woman sure had a reputation and a history that helped back it up. Gone were her days serving and pledging to any organization based on authority and Military. She had seen enough for that life, but she will never forget her time in Egyptian army and the Helix Security International. She practically grew up during the mid-late Golden age of Overwatch, having met most of the members that were still alive to this day. Who would've thought that one of them would reveal themselves to be her Father. She would always remember good ole Torb who she hardly ever saw now but knew since she was a child. It pained her to accept that Gabriel was no longer with them, but having Amelie here soothed things from that point. Growing up Ana had always got onto her for wanting to be with Angela, the Sniper knew that her daughter would've taken a liking to the Surgeon the first time the doctor babysat her. But as the years went by and Fareeha reaching the stages of adolescent hood, the healer had no choice but to break it to her saying it wasn't right to fantasize about being with an older woman. Not that Ana judged her daughter's sexuality, it was more of a logical standard so to speak. Fareeha would not give up. She pathetically told herself that she would win Angela's heart one day.
But that day never came when the years past and the daughter of the Sniper parted her ways with them to join the Army in Egypt. There Fareeha grew into the iron-willed soldier that she was to this day, without the title of soldier of course. She served as best as she could, doing her time and duty to her people and doing her best to keep them safe. To many she was the star, a symbol that could never be broken. But it was merely a title. She had experienced her first ever war injury when a hidden case of rigged C-4 took her arms, her right one from the bicep down, and her left one from the elbow down. She had been devastated. For the first time ever, she didn't feel all high and mighty. The Amari heir forced herself to maintain a stoic persona even when the doctors replaced her stumps with horribly rusted sensor prosthetics. Her flesh hurt from the slightest bit of pressure forced upon her joints. Deep down she even wanted to pray for an infection to kill her. She wasn't the same, not anymore. But there was always the shine of the sun after the trembling storm. One day she had woken up from a massive slumber and found herself in a hospital bed, when she tried to bring the crude metal over her eyes she quickly gasped upon seeing her arm, both arms, were replaced by state of the art bionic silver colored arms. The fingers and wrist responded to their respective owner when she mentally commanded them to move. She looked at her elbow and bicep to find the swollen flesh mended properly with the polished metal. The redness was gone, and her mocha skin pigment took its shine once again. She had to have been in an eternal afterlife due to the calm hand that had cupped her cheek from the corner of her bed. The hand was connected to a white long sleeve, the long sleeve was connected to a lab coat, and in the lab coat was the angel of her heart. It was as if Angela had manifested in front of her. She had been wearing a black turtleneck sweater and tan pants with her hair styled as usual. Her reading glasses gave her a prim proper look that suited her beauty. After so many years the Swiss woman had not changed one bit, she was as beautiful as the day Fareeha had first met her. Tears were in her eyes when the doctor stroked the cheek that sported the tattoo under her right eye, and her heart stopped when the good woman leaned in closer to plant her lips over Fareeha's in a loving manner. Pale pink lips synced with rich light brown ones. Angela had given Fareeha her first kiss, and it was beautiful.
"Don't ever leave without saying goodbye."
Were the only words Angela whispered to Fareeha before she did the most bizarre thing a doctor would do by climbing into the bed and snuggled with the warrior. The daughter of Ana had to have been on some kind of medication. Angela was with her, cuddling with her, she fucking kissed her for crying out loud. She had dreamed of this moment her whole life, and now that it was happening, she didn't want to believe it. Fareeha was later encouraged to return Angela's gesture when the blonde pulled out a folded slip from her coat pocket, the farewell/love letter Fareeha had left behind when she left Overwatch. The Doctor had found it and was touched by the girl she had watched grow into the gorgeous soldier that was taller than her thanks to Reinhardt's gene's. The look on Ana's face was priceless when she had walked in to find two of the most important people in her life embracing each other in a way she thought was never possible. Fareeha had bathed in the glory when she playfully stuck her tongue out to her mother and snuggled with her angel. The aging Amari shook her head with a mixture of defeat, disbelief, and acceptance, since her daughter had proven her wrong.
Fareeha took her time well in recovery, but was saddened to hear that Overwatch would be dispatching in the next few months. Times were changing, and the world no longer accepted them as guardians.
From that point on Fareeha had parted from Angela upon being from the Watchpoint. The two said their farewells with a final kiss and promised to keep each other in their hearts till they reunited someday.
Fareeha blinked rapidly as the memories passed by in her head. From leaving Angela, to the reenlisting of her services, her time being the sole pilot of the Raptora, the announced death of her mother, and reuniting with Overwatch once the hope of reactivation came from Winston. Throughout these stages of her journey, Fareeha had come to accept the people surrounding Angela, especially the most life filled person she had ever met, Lena Oxton, the happy go lucky Tracer. And just like Angela, Fareeha had lost all respect for what she stood for once they were attacked at the base. Damn anyone who lectured her about being compromised, she would die for her comrades and that very day she had to pull Lena out from the rubble was the day when she went by a new motto, "Family over duty." Angela and Winston had been right, the world didn't care about them anymore in spite of what they had done for the helpless.
Another step in aiding her new-found family was helping Lena overcome her despair with the help of Angela and Amelie. The warrior had personal selected nights to visit the scarred girl's room to hold her. To tell her that she was a good soldier, a fighter, a potential leader.
And that is what Lena was to them, their leader. Jack Morrison watch out!
She stood tall and proud in her armor. The mark VI having perished in the destruction of Watchpoint: Gibraltar. Lucky for her, Angela, along with a talented girl from Numbani named Efi Oladele, who was rescued by the team when others other than Overwatch who stood out began to be persecuted, built the current suit she was wearing.
The design was similar to her other armor with the exception of the color being black with yellow-gold outlines. Her face was pampered with makeup, her lips being the color of her wife, leader, and forgiven comrade. Her tattoo had been repainted, giving it a nice dark tone against her cheek. Her eye liner made her eyes more alive than ever, with her braids and earpiece completing her facial look. For the sake of it she also wore a Military black beret with the same skull design but instead of the crow at the top of the head, it was a flaming rocket. Her wings stood out for a change. Instead of the standardized hover jets resting on the mechanical shoulders, there were multiple guns such as assault rifles, machine guns, and snipers that made up the wings. The rocket launcher resting on a table in the corner was designed to resemble the predecessor with the paint job of the mark VII. The only change was the tip of the cannon which now had a feminine metallic skull that had the mouth open-up every time the trigger was pulled.
"Commander Oxton." Lena geared her attention towards the sentient robot huddled close to the other team mates. "As of said by Secondary Commander Ziegler, you will lead us to victory once more….I only wish to verify that your safety is my primary concern."
Lena smiled at the Omnic. Orisa had been a great contribution to the team over the last few missions. Ever since they had rescued her Master from Numbani the sentient had volunteered to provide her weapons during battle. They all agreed to have the child and her robot stay with them in their new base for protection. It was great to have the extra muscle despite how only one of the team members wasn't so comfortable with Omnics. The robot herself had gone under a whole new paint job. The areas where ivory white used to be were now a polished jet black with the cloth on her waste now being obsidian with the Expendabelle mark, the green horns coming out from the sides of the jaw and touching the banner.
She was Orisa: design based off the short lived OR-15 defense robots of Numbani. And she knew her primary functions and knowledge.
Efi Oladele: Creator, Master, Mentor.
Lena Oxton/Tracer: Leader, Fastest Sharpshooter and Reloader.
Dr. Angela Ziegler/Mercy: Secondary in Command, Medic, Field Medic, Interrogator.
Fareeha Wilhelm Amari Ziegler/Phara: Secondary in Command, Aerial Support, Interrogator.
Amelie Oxton/Widowmaker: Sniper, hand to hand combat expert, minor Interrogator.
Olivia Colomar/Sombra: Hacker, Infiltrator, Seductress, Sharpshooter.
Hana Song: Gamer, Heavy Field Supporter, Sharpshooter, MEKA pilot.
Mei Ling-Zhou/Ice Bear: Climatologist, Defense/Demolition expert.
Aleksandra Zaryanova/Zarya: Heavy Field Supporter, Athlete.
They were The Expendabelles.
"No te preocupes Chica." Everyone was startled to see Olivia manifest behind Tracer to grasp her shoulders. "We are all gonna be fine."
Lena twisted her neck as far it could go to see the one person no one would've thought would make the team.
"I still can't believe you're with us."
Olivia Colomar, alias: Sombra, was one of the World's most Notorious Hackers and a betraying associate of Talon over the friendship of Amelie Oxton. Not much was known about her considering no one even knew her name other than the people in the ORCA. All that was known was that she was an orphan during the end of the Omnic Crisis and a former member of the Los Muertos gang in Mexico. Only Angela, Fareeha, and Lena learned that Amelie shared an alignment with the hacker during her time as the corrupt Widowmaker. Sombra had to admit this was nice. Especially since now Amelie had demonstrated more emotion than ever before under the influence of Talon. Her small string holding loyalty for the organization broke when they tried to capture her off guard after a failed mission in locating the missing Widowmaker and tried a pathetic attempt to recondition her the same way they did to The Assassin. Olivia was never one to be the good guy, but it pissed her off greatly when people's right to have free will was taken from them. And Talon was all about taking things away from individuals. So, she severed ties with them much to Amelie's soon to be relief and Reaper's raging Fury.
Amelie had been tracked down during the last few days of Watchpoint: Gibraltar's standing by Sombra and the two had a long conversation between where the other had been. Olivia was surprised to find her one and only true friend back to the way she was before capture. The French beauty had begged for the hacker not to do things she would regret like hacking into the A.I. of the facility and steal their secrets while Overwatch was in a weak state. The woman of Hispanic descendance only laughed telling her, "Somos amigas," and "Why would I betray the only friend I have."
After the two years went by Amelie was joyed to find Olivia again in their newly established Expendabelles Headquarters hidden off the coast of Greece in the Mediterranean Sea protected by illegal customized state of the art perimeter cloaking devices. Amelie was quick to introducing her to the rest of the team and Lena had made a playful attempt in proposing payment and a place to crash for her services to which the hacker to everyone's surprise replied, yes. And, because she was Widowmaker's friend of course.
Another Talon major rogue down, two points for The Expendabelles.
"Well believe it, cuz this beats being alone with nothing major to do….I long for some action." She let go of Tracer's shoulders to adjust her Beret that laid atop of her half shaven cybernetic implanted head, the long bangs with now red highlights still sticking out from the side. The skull on it was styled as a sugar skull with Sombra's hacking symbol on the forehead. Her makeup from before hadn't changed one bit. Gone was her tight suit, leggings, blouse and jacket. Instead just like Amelie, she wore a black bulletproof vest that almost resembled a jacket. Except the zipper and straps were closed around her torso and breasts. Her stomach showed but only enough to reveal her outie belly button. Like Angela she wore tight black Camo pants that ended below the knees due to sporting knee length opened toed black high heeled boots. Her foot digits demonstrating a hot red pedicure. On her waste was her machine pistol and long blade protected in its holster. Her forearms were naked, but her hands still had her hacking gloves, the nails and color hacking theme a bright red.
Ella estaba lista para apagar las luces.
Lena chuckled and suddenly got up from her chair to walk around the giant gathering area of the ORCA. She smiled when she passed by Mei and Zarya cuddling while watching her.
Mei Ling-Zhou, call sign: Ice Bear, was grateful to be part of the team even though these last few missions have been the first time she had ever actually seen war and violence up close, but one thing was for certain, she was a fighter, she was born to be a fighter and gone was her goal in trying to preserve the environment and the ecosystem. She had the chance to do more, and putting her own needs and wants before others was a selfish act. They were all impressed how she calmly handled her first situation where she had to take a man's life in self-defense and for the preservation of her team mates. Fareeha had been proud to call her a warrior/soldier. Mei had left her life behind in the Ecopoint of Antarctica and started a new one when she was found by her now girlfriend Zarya and was made an Expendabelle. Overwatch was gone, and she was just going to have to except that.
In the Russian's strong arms, she wore a long black sweater with a customized bulletproof vest that had a hoodie with bear ears. If one looked closer, they could see the Beret with the skull image having icicles growing on the jaw near the banner. Her glasses were gone thanks to the laser eye surgery Angela had performed on them with the help of the Caduceus Staff. Her face looked even more beautiful with the matching black lipstick and eyeliner. She sported long baggy Camouflage pants the same design as Angela's and Sombra's complete with heavy black combat boots mostly used for winter. On her belt was her modified Endothermic blaster with the handle now having the appearance of a bone. Her mandatory blade was also strapped in waiting to be unsheathed. Black mitten like gloves with ice designed brass knuckles covered her palms with her communicator laying on her right wrist, the earpiece built into one of the ears of the hood.
They both waved when Lena walked by, testing her robotic legs.
Zarya had been proud of her little Ice Bear from how much she had learned. Just like her, she was now strong and independent. The Russian would never forget the times when she lived her dream as a professional weight lifter and athlete. But when her land was driven to war, she had no choice but to fight for them, sacrificing everything that could've been. Thanks to being one of the only survivors in her village during the Omnic Crisis, Zarya had somewhat grown a distaste for machines. The only one that she ever felt comfortable was Snowball, the assistant drone of her little Ice Bear. And even thought she has had her encounters with war built robots, Zarya had learned to control her attitude towards Orisa.
Her outfit didn't have much to say considering she was wearing her Industrial Uniform during her time in the Russian Defense Force. She even went out of her way to grow out her hair and style it in the way she had, black with red highlights. A major difference however was her Expendabelle Beret, which she wore proudly over combed bangs. The forehead of the skull had the sickle and the hammer crossing into each other's path with the star above.
Lena walked to the giant black and white outlined MEKA that was in standby mode. She crouched down to catch the attention of the girl playing the unknown video game. Her body was consumed by the robot but her entire torso could be seen. Just like everyone she wore the large Beret but with a video game control resting next to the banner. Her face was enough to make someone look twice since her facial features have been painted to resemble that of a skeleton. In fact, she sported an entire skin-tight suit that represented a skeleton with ivory armor pads around her body joints.
This was Hana Song, she had come a long way from the Korean Army of Mobile EXO-Force and the world of gaming. One of her dreams was to be a full pledge member of Overwatch, of course reality had different ideas for her and the people who have come to care for her. Lena had come to accept the girl as a head strong member. had always taken risks in the past and never showed mercy to an opponent hell bent on beating her. Being drafted into the MEKA drones to fight for the people of her nation was one of the most action-packed moments of her life. One would guess right that she could share her own moments of war.
"Finishing up something love?" the Brit asked rhetorically.
"Naw, just wiping the floor with these losers." The gamer said in her high pitch voice while not once looking away from her screen.
Tracer giggled. "Alright, you do that."
And just like that Lena finished her tour with walking around back to sit in her chair.
"Athena." She looked up to the ceiling of the vessel.
"Yes?"
"How much further till we get there?"
"In approximately ten minutes Lena."
The leader nodded in understanding.
"Thanks love."
The mission they were currently on was one that they hardly ever did.
Mercenary work.
Word had broken out all over the Holonet to a story involving Stanford Calvin, owner and founder of the Calvin clothing line, one of the most successful and expensive clothing lines in the world that resided in the United States of America. Dreaded news had spread that his Three-Year Old Son, Topher Calvin had been abducted while the family was on a vacation to Cancun. Stanford and his wife have been devastated when their private resort had been invaded by undercover pirates and bounded them in a cellar, taking the child in the process. When he returned to the states Stanford had done everything in his power to try and get his Son back, going so far as to hire private detectives but immediately dismissed them knowing it was no good. And knowing full well that America doesn't negotiate with terrorists or any conflict involving a single person, he turned to Mercenaries. But he also had a reputation to uphold. So, to play it safe he went incognito to multiple cities filled with underground illegal activity. But he had yet to find the right person for the job. He almost lost his hope when he had been discovered in a pub and chased out since the folks of those parts didn't tolerate the rich and the wealthy, Tracer and Sombra, had been watching him for a while and approached him from an opposite direction. They revealed that they weren't there to hurt him and if he could provide information regarding his Son, they would bring him back. Calvin had explained to both women in exact detail leading up to his journey in the city. He had made a promise to pay them handsomely a generous award of fifty million dollars.
Normally, The Expendabelles didn't do Mercenary work since they were a group of freedom fighters, but they didn't get to where they were having their own new base and all without a cent to spend.
They needed the money. For everything they spent came from this. The women even voted on stepping up a notch and undergoing suicide missions from other dealers to claim higher pay.
Lena had told Stanford to go home, and let her and her connections handle the situation. She had also made a promise to him to bring Topher back. Mostly because she along with Olivia knew the real reason behind the boy's kidnapping.
Ransom…..and by who….Talon of all people. When the billionaire mentioned seeing a styled "T" upon being gagged with his wife there was no doubt that Talon was behind this.
It was how they worked. Hold the boy Ransom and it could end one of two ways. He would be killed. Or Stanford would be forced to fork over a donation and sit down with multiple leaders of Talon to negotiate forced alliances. Talon had their fingers in way too many pies, it was how they kept their budget in line.
"Now approaching The Caribbean Sea."
The voice of Athena was enough to cause the women to hustle to get their weapons.
"Lock and load loves, here we go!"
A/N: Every one of us is EXPENDABLE! BTW please forgive me about Hana, her name doesn't wanna appear no matter how much I edit this chap.