(OOC: I do not own Overwatch, or any of it charterers. Only this story. Please enjoy and review.)
"We have been called many things, and been many more."
"Once, under our guidance, Greece and then Rome flourished. Her borders grew, her armies unmatched, great minds created priceless works of literature, art and culture. All was well. By the grace of the Gods, our first Golden Age was to last for all times. We was consuls, generals, kings, and then were even emperors."
"But what comes up must comes down. Soon we found ourselves beset on all sides by people... pagans. Heathens. Heretics. The Emperors Elagabalus and Julian failed us, as did Emperor Valens. While the Goths, the Alans, the Huns, the Ostrogoths all overcame our great works, and great plans. Soon, Rome itself fell."
"However, all was not lost. We recovered, we rebuilt ourselves, we led the people of the world into an greater future. With Arab scholars and medieval universities, we saved countless works of knowledge and made great advances in technology. With the Church, we found an place of power to help influence the affairs of Europe, East and West. We helped France gain victory against England to counterbalance them. The Crusades...an different story for another time. We were many things. We were crowned kings and sworn knights. We were holy men and prophets."
"In time, the Renaissance gave way. Under our guidance, the scholars who delved into art, philosophy, science, took on a much different form. Yes, there were wars and death. The battleground of Italy could never get the city-states to play nice, the Church pushed back much harder then we thought, the Ottomans had to be slowed, but all worked well. We were humanists, artist, poets, and reformists."
"And then we let the fires of the Enlightenment and Revolution burn high and strong. From the Colonies rebelling against a distant imperium on a new continent, to the streets of Paris that ran red, we were philosophers, free thinkers, and republicans."
"The rest I think you can figure out on your own. I will say, we made mistakes, we overplay, or underplay our hand, we allowed events to spiral out of control. However, our greatest folly was the handing of the Omnic Crisis. Our actions allow the foothold the God Programs needed to take control of the Omniums and truly start the war. However, in our darkest hour and by the light of the Gods, we found our ace."
"Overwatch was our child. We're the ones who gave it life, the funding, and the chance to save the Earth from our lack of foresight. And they did. With Overwatch, we was able to oversee and influence the world not since the Cold War. Morrison got to play hero while we use Overwatch as a front for our resource and development, and projects."
"However, things went down Underworld if you will. Talon, founding by...different minded members of ourselves, rose in the aftermath of the Omnic Crisis. All the orignal members are long since passed, but we let it lived, believing it would fall from the ealry power struggles, or return to the fold. It didn't and became an cancer. Reyes blew our only foothold into Talon out an widow, Blackwatch and every little lie and secret came into the light and well...you know how that tale ended. "
"So here you are now. The world is burning in the flames of Hades. Talon is pushing humanity to an second crisis, while Overwatch thinks it can solve every last problem with mere ' compassion', honor, and determination'. We ourselves are divided, some having gone off the path for their own goals.
"What is needed, what has always been needed, is a firm hand, willing to everything, and anything to ensure the future of mankind. And who are we? Who are we really? We are the invisible hand. We are the guilds and steward of the Earth. We are the Golden Dawn that is the future possible under only us. We are the Illuminati. We are the All seeing eye."
Unknown Location. Code-name: Ravenna.
"Things are getting out of control again."
"Do you think? Ogundimu has been freed and Talon is under his influence again, Overwatch has been recalled, Morrison is alive somehow, the UN is as unless since the 2000s and the Omnic Crisis, that witch from Mexico has that obsession in finding us and reports say her power is growing. It is time we start the Knights up again."
"Really? The situation may have decayed, but it is still under our control. We can still..."
"If we do not act with an firm hand now, we risk temping fate. Talon will either start another war, or Overwatch and their reckless idealism will doom us. Are the teams ready, Sulla?"
"Yes sir." Sulla replied. "All targets are reported in sight."
"Good. Give the order."
"At once, Sir."
"This better not backfire on us."
"It won't."
2077. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
"Catch me if you can!" Lúcio teased, dodging around his attackers as he grinned like a madman. "C'mon, move to the beat guys!" He called out, ducking under a pair of Venetian blinds. These guys were definitely not Rio police. Most likely they were Vishkar goons. Ever since Brazil made him a criminal, this was almost a daily occurrence. Lúcio refused to be kicked out of his home, and definitely not by Vishkar.
Lúcio slipped as his roller skates gave out under him, letting out a yell of surprise. The Vishkar surrounded him. The last thing he saw was the butt of a rifle smashing into his face.
Brazilian Rainforest.
Satya, her hair unkempt and prosthetic arm in desperate need of a tune up, was able to take several attackers down in her hideout when one tackled her to the floor before she could get to her backup teleporter. She gasped as a thin needle is inserted into her neck and her vision starts to waver. Something was injected into her. As she sank into unconsciousness, one thought comforted her. This wasn't Vishkar Corportation.
These were men making Vishkar looking like disorganized fools.
Belgium.
"Ryū ga waga teki wo kurau!"
Hanzo let loose his last arrow, sending the Shimada Clan Spirit Dragons towards what he assumed was the most determinate assassins sent by the clan since he first left. The 'assassins' was either caught off guard and died during the night, or had enough sense and jump. Hanzo was simply too focus on what was in front of him that he failed to notice the 'assassin' coming up behind him.
Hanzo felt a sting, turning around at once, and knock the 'assassin' out cold with his bow before passing out himself.
Darwin, Australia.
If Roadhog survived this, he was going to kill Jamison. That thought was taking up most of the space in his head besides driving like the mad man he was down the streets of Darwin as a mob of gunmen was gunning for them both, his Scrap Gun running dry, and it was not the police. Between they crime spree and blowing up Junkertown (the Queen and her people got what they had coming to them for an long time) had put targets the size of the Outback on them both. Only an matter of time before he and Junkrat's number was called, and he was almost fine with that.
But they had a clear way out of Australia, away from the hoard of Junkers still wanting Junkrat's 'treasure' (if it could even be called a treasure to begin with). The Queen (who managed to survive the explosion somehow), the police, the wave of bounty hunters were all out for their heads. But no. Jamison had to make it difficult for them, making a scene as they robbed the museum and woke up half the goddamn city.
Their jeep shuddered to the side as an RPG collided with the ground behind them.
"Stand back!" Junkrat yelled, clearly unstable. An old World War II grenade was clutched tightly in one hand. "I'm armed! I- I'll blow us all up, you hear!"
The gunmen stood around them and watched, as if daring him to pull the pin.
"I warn ya!' He pulled the pin and tossed the grenade at the feet of the gunmen.
Nothing.
"Idiot." Was the only thing Mako could say before the two was knock out cold, and darkness over took them.