The Hunt for Sombra:
A Multi Fandom Crossover:
September 1st, 2016:
Overwatch's New York Headquarters, Stark Tower.
Another day, another mission gone by. Tony Stark, also known by the moniker, "Iron Man" landed on the building's helipad, bruised and sore from performing an offensive mission for S.H.I.E.L.D's Overwatch division; recently reformed after six months of inactivity.
"Friday, initiate the S.H.I.E.L.D Party Protocol. And send out the invites, make sure the champagne is Rovoli 1955 if you'd will."
"Sure thing sir, anythin' else that I may do for you?"
The AI obediently responded.
Night was falling quickly on the city that never sleeps. However that did not stop the Avengers from throwing a brief party. Many Overwatch, S.H.I.E.L.D, MI6, and freelance agents and mercenaries that were in New York at this time were logically invited to this show of spectacle. Luxurious fountains and ice sculptures dotted Stark Tower's lobby; statues from the most recognizable of artists.
Many of the guests included Sly Cooper, the Frye twins, Reinhardt, Pliskin, James Wolf London and his flying wing, Rytlock Brimstone, Chen Stormstout, and other agents. It was only a simple get together, people engaging in conversation, people sharing stories, or cracking jokes with each other. It was either the carefree attitude of the guests or the charismatic attitude of Stark's DJ and bartender that lightened up the mood that night.
"Say Reinhardt, how many drinks did you have in the past hour?"
Pliskin asked, his voice sounding louder than usual due to the party.
"I DUNNO MEIN FRIEND. I AM JUST HAVING ZE BEST TIME OF MY LIFE! KANONEBKUGEL!"
Reinhardt exclaimed, performing a swift back flip to amaze the crowd.
"Here's to you."
Pliskin said, raising his glass to him.
Elsewhere in the world, in the area known as King's Row in England, James Bond and his secretary, Eve Moneypenny, was walking very briskly in the early morning hours of a Friday.
"Bond, Q and I- well M of course have a mission debriefing for you later on this day, but however, I have been sent to evaluate your driving skills at this moment so can you please walk to your-"
"Moneypenny, stop acting so timid, it isn't a very good time to act like that in the morning, or is it?"
Bond slyly replied.
"We won't need that car, we're taking mine."
"What! No! Over your blond hair Bond! What are you doing! Turn off the bloody engine at once!"
Moneypenny gasped, frantically banging on the door to Bond's car, An Aston Martin DB5 painted in stainless steel silver. Bond turned the keys and pressed his feet against the gas pedal, his car sprinting off into the sunrise without Moneypenny. Bond pressed a small tab near the wooden dashboard of the car, turning on a built in A.I. Q Branch had installed into the car called, "Athena," a dumb A.I by UNSC and UFS standards.
'Athena, call agent, Lena Oxton."
Bond directly said to her.
"Right away James Bond."
She responded.
"Bond, is that you? Where've you been?"
Lena Oxton, the woman also known as Tracer excitedly said into the car.
"Tracer, I'm currently Belvedere Road, I'm approaching the Union Jack Club as you asked right? I've brought your laptop, Q just fixed it.
"Oh brilliant! I've already got us entrance to the club alright! Q's also here, he took the subway."
"Well, that is just brilliant in my opinion. Smart lad, how old is he? 27 or something around that?"
Bond quibbled back.
"Bond, you really do have a dry sense of humor."
As James' car sped off to the club, a flash of blue appeared over the skies of London. It was the TARDIS; an intergalactic, interdimentional, and an overall timey wimey living thing. The Doctor and his five companions, Rory, Amy, Clara, and the married couple of Marius Pontmercy and Cosette, the latter two on their honeymoon, we only going to be in London for a few moments, then they would head for New York City, the party still occurring a few hours behind Greenwich.
"Doctor, I don't understand, why are we back in London after going on a desert hike on Tatooine?"
Rory asked, walking towards the bow tie clad alien.
"Now now, Rory, you simply can't travel from one corner of the Milky Way to another without resting! Besides, I need to meet with a friend."
The TARDIS gently landed on the banks of the Thames near King's Row where Moneypenny had been ditched. The big royal blue doors unlocked then opened outward, the six of them exiting out to catch a scent of an early autumn.
"Doctor? Is... that really you?"
Moneypenny inquisitively asked, her left eyebrow cocked.
"Moneypenny, of course it's me! Look, bow-tie, suspenders, and tweed jacket to match!"
"It is you! Where've you've been! It's been what, nine months?"
She ran, hugging him and the other five.
"So, where are the six of ya heading off to now?"
"Well we were heading to a party somewhere in New York City, care to join?"
"Doctor, it seems to me that agent James Bond ditched me for god knows what, so what about I'll ditch giving him his mandatory drivers test?"
Moneypenny looked at him, winking slyly.
"So come on in, I've got tea and some of the Eastern Kingdom's finest meats. Enjoy the ride."
The Doctor charismatically responded, ushering in Moneypenny and closing the same blue doors before the TARDIS dematerialized into thin air, heading to New York City.
Back at the party, everyone in attendance was enjoying the party in a carefree attitude. It was going to be legendary, civilians and heroes alike from Harlem to Weehawken were going to hear about the events that unfolded in Midtown Manhattan by early morning. The majority of the guests were either intoxicated or asleep by the time the TARDIS materialized in the main bar of Stark Tower.
"'Ello New York City! Oh-"
The Doctor looked in horror as he saw the partied out attendees in the main focal point of the celebrations. The mood was tiring, seeing all the guest's eyes shut tight and the host burnt out with the DJ, surprisingly Parappa who managed to be booked. As he strode over to one end of the bar, two college students of Columbia University were there. Alex "Alexander" Hamilton and John Laurens, both drunk with vague mummers of Alex's love life.
"Alex? It's me, your social sciences professor."
The Doctor shook Alexander. He warily opened his eyes at the time-lord.
"Doctor, is that really you? I swear I could have seen Lafayette…"
Pliskin had jolted awake after hearing someone speak. Pliskin had never enjoyed a magnitude of such extravagance in his late teenage years.
"Doctor?"
He said quite amusingly,
"Dammit, it's been a while! How've you been?"
Pliskin said, slurring his words.
"Don't mind Tony or McCree, or Parappa. He's extremely hard to book. Student at NYU."
A mage portal suddenly manifested to the three whom were awake. Archmage Khadgar, the leader of the combined coalition forces during the Magumma Offensive and the War on Draenor made a sudden appearance.
"Doctor, Pliskin. Mr. Hamilton. It is good to see you all."
Khadgar introduced, speaking in his eloquent tone. He looked down at the oversized couch, eyeing Reinhardt.
"I take that you've been partying hard this morning? Well, I have you know that I am the life of the party. But I digress. There is something of urgent matter I must speak with you all. And I mean awake."
"I have already spoken to the leaders of the Alliance, Horde, Tyrian and Middle Earthen governments, yet Tamriel and Westeros have refused to listen once more. Only Skyrim and High Rock are mobilizing at this moment. The Burning Legion has returned once more I am afraid."
He said with such horror, slamming his staff, Atiesh on the marble floor.
"I don't understand! The Moscow Incident, four years ago, Archimonde's death at Draenor! I thought the Legion was defeated for good!"
Pliskin responded, putting on his signature blue hoodie on.
"That's why I have come, we don't have much time before the invasion of your Earth, Azeroth and the Galaxy commences.
The four of them looked with at each other with concern. Each one of them holding a certain degree of anxiety within them.
"Wake the others, I must speak with Stark and possibly Xavier… we need to activate another Recall…"
Elsewhere in London, Bond and tracer entered the building, walking up its stairs and striding up into the lobby. They glanced everywhere, looking for a twenty-something year old geek with his gaming laptop out. The two of them searched everywhere, looking around the club's gilded lobby. They spotted a fairly young looking man sitting in a velvet bench near the restroom, apparently waiting for someone.
"Bond? Tracer?"
Q suddenly asked, shaking their hands as they walked to him.
"I'm just waiting for Wol- There he is now…"
He added, backing up a bit as Wolf O'Donnell walked out of the restroom, putting on his black leather motorcycle gloves.
"Hey there."
Wolf simply said to the trio, giving a bit of a sly salute, carrying a briefcase that had Tracer's laptop.
"Miss Oxton, your laptop."
Wolf bluntly said, giving a bit of a scowl.
"Aww, come on Wolf! Smile a bit!"
The Overwatch agent said, hugging Wolf from his waist. The wolf only grunted deeply as Tracer finished cuddling him.
"Now, can we get somethin' to eat? Q and I have been waitin' here since nine."
The four of them walked to the left of the lobby, waiting in line for a seat on the top floor of the club.
"So, how've you been James? Seen London recently?"
"I don't know about that Wolf. He's been back in the states working with S.H.I.E.L.D."
"That must be fun…"
Wolf muttered, rolling his eyes a bit.
The line eventually reached them, the four of them were crammed into an art deco styled elevator, and made their way to the top of the building. The view was exhilarating, it almost seemed as you could take off and glide off the floor if you wanted to. The entire skyline was visible, King's Row, Victoria Tower, the old MI6 building, everything was at a person's fingertips. They ordered their meals, a New York style steak for Wolf and Bond and a simple tomato and lettuce salad for Q and Tracer. Surprisingly they managed to strike up a small conversation.
After a while, Q checked his phone, the one thing he couldn't live without besides his cats and laptop. He couldn't turn it on, no matter how many times he could press the button. It was unresponsive, however Q managed to take out the battery and place it back in, with a purple skull the only thing displayed on the screen of his phone.
"Everyone, check your phones. Now."
Q said, briefly glancing up.
The other three complied and checked their smartphones, annoyed after being disrupted from their conversation. The same purple skull manifested, flickering and bouncing throughout the screen.
"You better explain what the 'ell is going on Q."
Wolf growled at the technician.
A lone message appeared on the screens, it taunted them, reading, "Want to play a game? We got one right now."
After that message faded, a panicked scream could be heard, followed by a stampeding crowd of frenzied patrons. Blaster noises could be heard, the ones of Separatist Droids.
"Droids? How the hell could they be here on Earth?"
Tracer shouted, readying herself for a fight.
"I don't know, but we got to get out of this, alive."
Bond responded, drawing his pistol, Wolf and Q following him.
Back in New York, after a meager amount of time to gather everyone awake, the Archmage began to address the crowd, an aura of seriousness clouding him.
"Everyone, I know how you feel. We are outnumbered, outmanned, outpowered! But we simply cannot let the Legion roll over us as the Jungle Dragon attempted to do. We need to act now. We must mobilize!"
Khadgar exclaimed, a desperate plea for help.
"Archmage! How dare you let the Horde back in Dalaran without MY permission! The Six will hold you responsible for this!"
Jaina yelled in returned, Reinhardt and Rytlock holding her back.
"You will regret this action! The Horde WILL stab you in the back! I warned you!"
The female mage teleported away, the restraints on her once again feeling like air again.
"You know, she does have a point. Jaina has repeatedly been betrayed by the Horde."
Tony Stark remarked, a small smirk appearing on his face.
"This isn't the time Stark. Captain, how long until the Avengers and X-Men can mobilize to be deployed onto the Broken Shore?"
Pliskin sighed, and then turned to Steve Rogers.
Sly and Nathan drake had decided to go up to Tony's room in search of a prototype Arc Reactor that had Fel infused magic in it, crucial technology that could be used to combat the Legion. Rytlock and Wolf London were bored, burnt out by the monotonous conversations about the Burning Legion. Wolf checked his phone as he had nothing to do until the next morning, fly out to San Fransisco and meet up with Jack Morrison and Muradin Bronzebeard. The purple skull on Bond's and Tracer's phones had showed up on his. He couldn't recognize the technology, but indeed recognized it as a trademark of a God A.I. an extremely powerful sentient A.I construct, something that only the Forerunners or Reapers could create.
"Hey, have you seen this?"
London had leaned over to Rytlock.
"Yeah, getting' that too. Don't tell me it's her again."
"I'm sure you know what I mean Rytlock. Everyone! Check any technology you have! Phones, tablets, television or computers, we're under cyber attack by Sombra!"
London yelled, ripping out the battery from his phone as he turned into his Worgen form.
The party frantically pulled out everything they had; messages appearing taunting or shaming them. "You shouldn't have done that" or "Try and catch me now" were below every single message on every single device. A buzzing noise could be heard, something very faint that only Rytlock and London could pick up.
"She- She's tryin' to broadcast something!"
London shouted.
The message was straightforward. A feminine voice being heard throughout Stark Tower and the club Bond and his allies were in.
"You should have sealed me when you could. Omnics, synths, they will answer to me and the Legion… You all love playing games… Why don't you play a real one?"
The situation only escalated. Everyone's devices were slowly succumbing to the corruption; even Khadgar's magic bound pocket watch turned black, its quartz case fogged with black color. Pliskin's digital watch only displayed a purple skull as well; the projector built in projecting the purple skull. Tracer's laptop overheated, her laptop out of commission again; Sombra's calling card the only visible.
"Someone do something! I can only handle my watch and my phone!"
Pliskin cried out, articulating his watch and phone.
"I'm trying! Friday, override every process in the building."
Tony ordered, running down into his laboratory.
"Much obliged sir, estimated time of completion, forty minutes."
The uncorrupted A.I. responded.
The Doctor had already fled, the TARDIS dematerializing before their sights; a desperate attempt to save the creature which was successful. As if it was arranged much like a grand party, everyone's phones went blank. The electronic devices normalized.
"Why don't we play that game now?"
The feminine voice said.
An explosion was heard, Sly and Drake witnessing it from Tony's room upstairs.
"Vertibird! And an… Overwatch Quinjet?"
The quinjet fired bullets into the room, Drake and Sly narrowly avoiding it by jumping down under the bed. Clothes, papers, wine bottles flew everywhere as the sound of a loud vibration shook the room, small holes dotted the room; the quinjet targeting the only people who could warn the guests of the impending attack.
"Brace yourselves…"
Khadgar warned, casting a protective ward. Rumbling was heard. The vibrations were felt. Then it happened, bullets rained through the main floor, it tore through glass windows, a knife through butter. Everyone ducked as the rounds pierced through, the quinjet crashing through, shards flying everywhere, disapating into sand as it hit Khadgar's violet barrier. Khadgar lowered the barrier, seemingly having its job done. This was only the first wave as the quinjet and the vertibird docked on opposite edges of the floor, 20 droids and synths emerged on both sides as Tony got into his Mark 42 armor and shot down the vertibird with one swift repulsor beam.
"Get down!"
He yelled, another beam pulsating from his hand.
The beam hit two droids, their heads instantly disintegrating as the 18 relentlessly pushed on. Reinhardt, Rytlock, Khadgar and Pliskin took on the droids heading in from the west side of the floor while Tony quickly pivoted and faced the east side, covering Wolf London, Chen and the Frye Twins. Gunshots echoed and metal and steel clashed, dark orange sparks springing up much like a Fourth of July firework show. Sohothin met Genosian steel as they clashed, the legendary sword of Rytlock Brimstone sowing fire upon the droids. Reinhardt's mighty hammer crashed on the droids, the weapon of justice itself the last glimpses of the world for the droids. Pliskin leaped from the giant's shoulder, his batons stunning and shutting down the droids one by one, great bolts of energy seismically moving through a row of five droids.
Chen Stormstout's attacks blurred the synths' field of view, the monk moved like the wind as his keg smashed on their chests. London rapidly fired six shots into six precise areas of one synth; its machinery visible before it fell and collapsed. Items were tossed and turned as the rag tag group combated the rogue machines, a mighty battle that was fought, later ending in victory. The aftermath however wasn't one that you'd expect from an epic night of partying; the most expensive china, reduced to meager pieces on the floor, the ice sculpture on the foyer, decapitated as a stray bullet precisely went through its neck.
"As if ze Battles of New York had just occurred before my eyes…"
Reinhardt remarked, sighing as he rested his hammer on his shoulder.
"Sombra… Sombra… Aha! Pliskin follow me!"
He'd gesture to the boy in the blue jacket.
"What now?"
Pliskin responded, dropping a droid's head on the floor before taking off with the crusader.
"Well, wonder how the organization is going to react to this…"
"Tony. You've better look at this…"
Steve responded to him, gesturing him to look at the barely functional television, away from his sulking.
"Reports of major outages have been coming in from cities such as London, Paris, San Francisco, Irvine, and New York. Major Overwatch and S.H.I.E.L.D. Watchpoints are also reporting the same difficulties. A club in London was also the victim of these hacks by a vigilante named "Sombra" Luckily, the hack was successfully repulsed by Overwatch agent Tracer and ace pilot Wolf O'Donnell with the help of two other civilians…"
The newscaster reported with a stern face on her.
"Here is Overwatch agent Tracer for a firsthand account of that attack in the club in Central London…"
"It was as almost everyhin' had shut down and went back on! But our devices weren't working! And there were droids and a battle emerged, fortunately we were able to defend the club and get its systems back on track!"
Tony continued to sulk as he watched the television, amazed at Tracer's positivity throughout the disaster.
"We aren't going to roll over… the Legion is coming, and she's back. This is the hunt for Sombra…"
THE HUNT FOR SOMBRA.
A MULTI FANDOM CROSSOVER.