A.N.: This book begins a crossing of universes. I hope you enjoy the end of the first arc of the Pirate101 adventures. The first chapter should be out sometime next week. Until then, enjoy the Prologue.

Prologue

"Agh!" Blaze hit the ground with tremendous force, the Kane armor absorbing some of the shock. He surveyed the area and identified his location as an alleyway. He struggled to his feet as he heard a strange whirring sound. Immediately, the privateer looked to his right arm. He touched the abandoned stump, his golden arm long gone. "Okay, that's not me, so what's that sound." A steel figure with glowing blue optics made its way toward Blaze.

"You don't belong here," the mechanical figure growled.

"Huh, I didn't know that clockworks could be so menacing." That was the wrong thing to say as the mechanical being knocked Blaze back down to the ground.

"Is that a new human insult for us?! Listen, buddy. I'm an omnic. I won't be talked down to by some fleshy creature." The omnic, as Blaze now knew they were called, raised its foot to stomp down on the pirate. Blaze raised his left arm, turning it to ice. The stomp was blocked and Blaze got back up. "You're an augmented?!" Blaze returned his arm to normal.

"Omnic? Augmented? Look, I don't want to hurt you. I'm just trying to figure out where I am."

"You're in Kings Row. London, England," another omnic stated, "More specifically, you're in the steelworks. Omnic territory. You don't belong here." Blaze grabbed his sword from his belt for defense. The omnics laughed. "You think that that little stick will hurt us?!"

"I've seen it do a lot worse to a lot stronger enemies than you."

"You little!" Enraged, the first omnic charged Blaze.

"You shouldn't have done that." Blaze slid on the ground below the omnic and cut its right leg off. The omnic fell to the ground.

"How did you do that?"

"This blade was designed to cut through metal. I tried to warn you, but you attacked." The other omnic attacked, picking up a steel pipe. Blaze blocked the attack and threw his sword to the ground. He pulled a sparkthrower from his belt and shot the omnic, the electricity from the spark bullet immediately frying the omnic's systems. Blaze kicked the omnic to make sure it was offline.

"He was my friend!"

"I have no problems with sentient machines, but you attacked me." Blaze holstered the sparkthrower and picked up his sword. He moved the blade by the dead omnic and severed its right arm. "I'm taking this and getting out of here. Don't follow me." Blaze exited the alley and saw a large clocktower in the distance. He was intrigued because, in addition to the standard clock hands, there were blue holographic circles spinning around the clock. Where am I? The privateer saw an abandoned workshop. He made sure no one was looking and broke the lock, entering the building. Tools and wires were scattered around the room. "Now, let's see what you're made of." Blaze carefully cut the metal limb open, expecting to find gears and wires. Instead, he found tubes filled with a strange blue liquid and glowing wires. "Well, I'm definitely not in the Spiral anymore." He reconnected the outer shell of the arm and waved his hand over it. Immediately, a holographic interface appeared over the limb. Blaze read the words. "'Organic prosthetic limb or omnic replacement limb?' Well, it's a prosthetic." The holographic interface disappeared and a voice spoke.

"Ready for nervous system connection." Hesitantly, Blaze moved the arm to his stump. The limb fused itself to his skin and glowed a light blue.

"Woah," Blaze almost whispered in amazement. He flexed the fingers. "They almost feel like my real fingers. He spread his fingers out and a blue orb formed in his new appendage. He tossed the orb into his other hand. "Cool." He threw the orb at the wall and watched the orb burst against the stone. Burn marks spread from where the orb had made contact. "Okay, that is now a last resort move." Blaze found a brown coat in the corner of the workshop and put it on over his armor. Can't walk around looking like I'm ready for a fight. Blaze went back out onto the street and made his way through the foreign landscape. He figured the clocktower would be a good place to start.

"Oi, mate," a high-pitched voice called out, "Are you alrigh'?" He turned around. A girl, maybe in her mid-twenties, dressed in a bright orange jumpsuit and a brown aviator jacket stood behind her. She had short, spikey, brown hair and freckles covered parts of her Caucasian face. What drew Blaze's attention was the white device with a glowing blue core on her chest and the white greaves on her arms.

"Uh," Blaze stuttered, "Y- yeah. I'm fine."

"Sure, you are, mate. I could hear your stomach growling from a mile away." Blaze took a small step away from the girl. "Come on, I'll get you a bite."

"You don't even know me."

"So?"

"So… why would you go and feed someone you don't even know?" The brunette smiled.

"It's just who I am. I love to help people." She held out her hand. "My name's Lena Oxton, but you probably know me better as Tracer. I'm an agent of Overwatch. We're back and ready to help make the world a better place again." Blaze stared, confused. "Oi, you still there, luv?"

"Sorry, yeah. Um, I'm Merciful Blaze Silver. I'm not exactly from around here."

"Well," Lena chuckled, "That's an interesting name, luv. And don't worry, I'll show you around so you don't feel so lost."

"I'd like that." Blaze followed the woman through the streets of the place known as Kings Row. She almost sounds like she's from Marleybone. A ringing in Blaze's ears brought him to his knees. Lena saw this and kneeled down next to him.

"Hey, luv, what's wrong?" Blaze started to scream in agony. His gold and shadow aura formed around his body and exploded in the surrounding area. Windows shattered and mailboxes bent out of place. Tracer was sent flying, but activated her recall ability to get back next to Blaze. Tracer activated her communicator in her ear. "Angela, hey, luv. Hate to bother you on date night, but could you send the lovebird to my position. I need transportation back to base and I need you to prep the medbay. I've got an augmented losing control." Lena listened to Angela's response as Blaze convulsed again, another burst of energy running loose. "His name? Uh, Merciful Blaze Silver. … What do you mean he's not in any world databases?!" Another convulsion brought Lena back to reality. "Look, the bloke obviously exists because he keeps releasing energy all over the place! Mercy! Send. Pharah. Now!" She clicked off her communicator and returned her attention to Blaze. She pulled out one of her pulse pistols. "You're not gonna like this, luv." She pistol-whipped him in the head, knocking him out. She heard the roar of jump jets and saw Pharah's signature blue armor descend. She looked back down at the stranger who had caused untold damage. "Who are you?"

Unknown to Lena Oxton, vivid images flew through Blaze's mind. Images that revealed information he hadn't possessed before his appearance in this foreign world.

A.N.: Overwatch. The new world is Overwatch. Plain and simple.