A/N: Ladies and Gentleman, finally! I have completed my finals for the year and now can focus on this new story. I am sorry for now writing in the past few weeks, but I will focus on this when I have open time to do so.
Overwatch is owned by Blizzard Entertainment. Batman: The Arkham Series is owned by Rocksteady, WB Games Montreal, Visceral Gaming and DC comics.
I own no character except Alex Terrell. The Arkham Knight will be OC, so he will not be Jason Todd or connected in anyway with Bruce Wayne or the Bat Family.
That sai, Please Enjoy the Show!
Chapter 1: Catastrophe
Overwatch airbase
Overwatch, what was there to say about it? The world's most powerful and strongest superheroes brought together under the United Nations, bound by the motive to strive for peace and balance in the world. So far, life was looking bleak. Omnic's, humanoid machines built with artificial intelligence, grew tired of humanities misuse of their forms and declared war.
Because of this, Overwatch along with its special ops group Blackwatch, were formed to handle the threat. And so far, it seemed like Overwatch was preparing a new vehicle that could turn the tide of war.
Hangar Bay 00
"Man, I can't believe this." A young boy, around the age of 15 with light brown hair and blue eyes, stared out in awe. In front of him sat the Slipstream, the first of many prototypes that would possible turn the fight against Omnic's to Overwatch's final favor.
It was build similar to the Russian Sukhoi SU-47, with opposite pointed wings and small side fins near the cockpit. The yellow glass shined off the sunlight, and silver uncolored armor painting gave a fresh look to it. And it was true, it had barely came out of the production line, and was already fit with the world's first Teleportation Matrix. This Matrix, is completed and used accordingly, could possible sent the pilot's to a designated location in the blink of an eye, giving chance to surprise and attack any unknowing enemies.
On the far side, near both wings ends sat the Overwatch insignia, primed and fixed on during production. At the rear sat three large engines, as well as the main drive for the Matrix's power source. Alex Terrell couldn't help but feel happy about this, he going to be the copilot of the first ever time traveling jet. He wore a red and black jumpsuit, with a small breathing mask hanging loosely at his neck.
"Looking at her, love?" Alex turned to see his pilot, Lena Oxton, an English pilot and most cheerful person one could meet in Overwatch. Unlike Alex, Lena's jumpsuit was blue and gold, while housing a similar design to his. "She's a beaut, aint she?"
"Yeah, and to think you'll be piloting it." Alex stated, making the slightly older female giggle as him. "The first jet to ever teleport and I'm stuck on maintenance duty. I mean, c'mon Lena you're a big girl. You know how to not make things explode."
"I'm piloting because you were scared of crashing into something," She said, placing an arm on his shoulder. She blew a strand of her brown hair out of her glasses view, staring out along with her copilot. "Hope this works, though. I'll be able to become a pilot, and possible a lieutenant soon."
"Yeah, well…. I'm just hoping nothing goes wrong." Alex replied. If only he knew what would unfold next….
"Attention, Slipstream pilots are to report to their designated areas." An announcer sounded off, sending several technicians and workers in a hurry.
"Whelp, looks like it's our time to shine love." Lena called out, humming quietly as she and Alex walked to the jet. She quickly rushed up the small flight of stairs, jumping into the jet's control seat. "C'mon!"
Alex entered into the second seat, right behind hers. The cockpit wasn't built with a lot, a small 3D map layout was built for both pilots, and house the main Teleportation Matrix's command lever at the first pilot's seat. "Alright, let's get this show on the road." Alex whispered, strapping on his helmet. "Command, this is Slipstream 00 preparing for takeoff."
"Roger, Slipstream. This is air tower Archer 4, please move forward to runway 01, over." A technician at the air traffic tower, Archer 4, reported to Slipstream. He made sure that all preparations were set, and that no aircrafts would be in training vicinity. "Slipstream 00, report in."
"This is Corporal Oxton, we're now on runway 01." Lena reported in, disengaging the Slipstream's vertical hover system into its flight mode. The Teleportation Matrix hummed lightly to life, ready to calculate the designated time zone and location for test run. "We're all set, over!"
"Roger."
"Huh?" A voice asked.
"You have clearance, Clarence." Another voice stated.
"Huh?"
"Roger, Roger."
"What?" the earlier technician asked in confusion. "Enough! Corporal Oxton, Captain Terrell, your clear to activate main engines. Take off, I repeat, take off!"
"Roger, Lena?" Alex asked, causing the slightly older of the pilots to glance back to him. He grinned, giving a thumbs up. "Hit it!"
"Got it! Engines to full!" Lena readied the throttle, double-checking that the turret and missile systems were disengaged. A simple test run, no weapons. "Teleportation Matrix now readying to 60%, system check full. We're lifting off!"
Slowly the silver jet jutted forward slowly, engines fully moving forward, before quickly gaining speed. Fastly, the jet raced across the land, before fully lifting off the ground. As it did, speed flowed across and through the jet, bringing it fully away from ground level and into the clouds.
"Slipstream 00, you are now reaching altitude limit, over." The Radio technician stated, checking the jets diagnostics and Teleportation Matrix. "Teleportation Matrix is at 80% and rising steadily, engine read normal, systems are all green. Alright, let's start the test run. Your orders are to fly through the forward obstacles designated by the red balloon checkpoints. The checkpoints will turn green when you've passed the obstacle, there will be no weapons systems used in this course. Begin!"
"Alright. Corporal? Let's start!" Captain Terrell ordered, receiving a nod from the pilot. The Slipstream rushed forwards, bobbing and weaving through the multiple aerial obstacles. The Slipstream made a powerful corner turn, spiraling around several balloons flashing green. "Alright, so far so good. Man, they weren't kidding about this jet being fast… Lena, how's she handling?"
"Fits like a glove, sir!" Lena reported, laughing slightly as how quick she was to get attached to it. No one could really blame her, she was essentially making history for Overwatch. "Archer 4, Teleportation Matrix has now reached maximum power, request permission to engage over."
"Roger, we're receiving commands from Commander Morrison, standby." After a few short seconds, the technician reported in. "Corporal, you have permission to engage the Teleportation Matrix. Repeat, you are a go to use the Teleportation Matrix."
"Acknowledge, over." Lena answered, hand at the ready by the Matrix's lever. The Slipstream entered a vertical flight mode, infront sat the last obstacle course. At the far distance, roughly 40 meters was the final balloon checkpoint. "Captain, give the word and we'll start."
Alex nodded, but he suddenly felt something. He glanced from left to right, he felt as if something was… off. "Captain!" he snapped out of his trance to see Lena glancing to him. "We're ready to start!"
"Right, begin activation of Teleportation Matrix. Designated jump location: 40 meters." Terrell read aloud, entering the coordinate location. While this wasn't really what he was expecting for a designation screen, he decided it was best to stay simple. "Alright, we're set."
"Roger," Lena primed the engine, looking at a side screen to see the coordinates received. "Activating in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1: Activating!"
The lever was thrown down, and the jet jumped forward. Once it did, sparks now flew in the cockpit. The Matrix flashed red with alarms, and the multiple screens read WARNING. "Shit, we've lost control of the Teleportation Matrix! Lena, shut down the Matrix!" Terrell ordered hastily, rushing to check the jets status. "Engine failure, system malfunctioning…. Archer 4, we're losing control over!"
"Com- Strea- We read you, but we're breaking u-" The comms were now scattered beyond repair, and Slipstream was now tilting to its side. "Slipstream, do you- Emergency power- DO YOU HEAR-?"
"Dammit we've lost comms… Lena!" Alex looked to see the pilot staring down, her hands were fading in and out. "Oh my god… Lena?!"
"U-Uh, Alex! My hands are fading!" She stuttered, looking at her torso and legs to see she was completely fading. She turned fully in fear, reaching towards Alex. "Alex!"
Before she could make contact with his hand, Lena's body vanished with a spark flickering. "LENA! NO!" Alex yelled in horror, before the Slipstream gave one more explosion. The main controls exploded, along with the engine with sent the Slipstream plummeting towards the surface. "Shit! Fuck, this can't be happening!"
All around him was smoke, but his helmet gave a display that read they were closing in on the ground. While he didn't see it, The Slipstream was not charging down towards the ocean near the base's perimeter. "Must! Get! Higher!" He grunted, struggling out of his seat and into the cockpit. He managed to grab the main controls, but the jet wouldn't budge. "SHIT!"
Suddenly, the Teleportation Matrix flashed blue along with the Slipstream. Energy seemed to spark all across the jet, and before it made contact with the sea, in the blink of an eye, Slipstream vanished.
The death of Lena Oxten and Alex Terrell placed Overwatch in a states of concern, halting any more experimental tests with human or Omnic pilots. While Lena Oxten was found few months later, though, the Slipstream however remained lost with Alex Terrell.