Ever Get that Feelin' of Dé jà vu?

Chapter One:

The Storm

August 17, 2081

Time: 23:17

The cargo ship tossed and pitched in the raging storm in the Mediterranean Sea, most of the occupants had taken refuge below deck to escape the spray that plummeted the upper deck. Soaking any sole who dare venture out of the safety and warmth of ones bunk or the gally to check the many cables and railings holding the hundreds of cargo containers in place. The sky was pitch, and the storm lights atop the command deck did little to penetrate the massive, all encompassing void around them. The skeleton crew was on the bridge, slowly drifting in and out of sleep with the roll and pitch of the ship, however there were two people on board who were having no such problems. As the endless entity of time passed, these two were arguing over one of the more, precious containers, located below deck, pass the engine room, and locked behind 26 centimeters of titanium. the two were arguing as to why the storm could be interfering with their equipment. While the storm deliver an electrical lighting bolt to the roaring sea. BOOM!

-"AHHH!" A terrified man screeched.

Above the freighter, lighting crashed next to the freighter, the water electrified with 1 billion volts crashed into the insulated hull of the ship. However the electrical ground and the surge protection circuits held and the ship was just washed with more water. Down below the two men began to talk once more.

-"Easy Jacob, it's alright, we knew the storm was coming, that's why we're down here making sure that this container doesn't get damaged. However--" The other of the two calmly replied before being inturped again by another lighting bolt.

BOOM! The lighting strike connects with the water. The reverberations of the sonic boom however, had a more damaging effect this time. Since the lighting strike was almost right on top of the ship. One of the metal railings came lose after an entire night of buffeting spray and the unrelenting rain and it had taken damage. The railing began to swing slowly back and was ever so minutely, breaking the closed proactive circet that keep the ship from being fried by such a storm.

-The Doctor continued (sighing) "As I was saying, Honestly, the storm has been a nuisance. It has gone on longer than expected. Though the bridge said it's nothing the ship can handle." He continued with hostility in his voice.

-"I know Doctor Rosé, though I do wish that the storm wou~" Jacob responded politely before being interrupted by another thundering crash.

BOOM! A great mother bolt of lightning strikes the sea and the spray that flies up onto the deck crashes into the now very exposed railing, allowing it to lean even farther away from the ship, leaving the ship unprotected for the inevitable.

-"...", I wish the storm would stop for an hour so I could enjoy the Gibraltar coast line and sun. I could really work on my tan." Jacob sadly replied

Chuckling, Doctor Rosé looked at one of the many monitors placed around the lab. For it was a lab and the two of them and their research were going to change the world. They were going to be the front runner of a brand new age. All their dreams were in that capsule that they were making sure tonight would be alright. The very capsule that was setting both of them on edge. As Doctor Rosé eyes scanned the monitors he noted that the surge protection and electrical ground protection were both down.

-"Hmm that's odd." Full of Curiosity Rosé looked closely at a screen. Examining the fine print through his glasses.

-"What is it Doctor?" Jacob inquired, while adjusting another set of functions controlling the environment inside the capsule.

-Rosé replied perplexed, "The lightning ground is offline and so is our surge protection for the ship. If we were hit by lightning right now, the resulting surge would, well, not be good."

Bang! The two men stand in terror, fearing that what Rosé had just theorized about was happening around them. When it happened again for the third time ,then realize it's just a knock on the door.

-"it's dinner time boys. " A sweet voice sounds through the intercom besides the door. The voice filled the two men with dread, and contempt. For they knew what it meant. Martha, the head cook and third in command of the giant freighter, called out to the two men inside by again banging on the door.

-"They'll work themselves to death, doing all of their research and whatnot." she told the two armed guards standing abreast to her. She swiped her key card and waited as 26 centimeters of titanium slid back to revel the two. When the door fully slid open the entourage walked into the room

-"it's time to eat up you two." Martha replied

curtly

-"Is it really necessary to have those to two behemoths here. They always seem to be a little trigger happy. And~they spoil my appetite Martha." Doctor Rosé replied with a scowl .

-Smiling an innocent smile she replied,"They are here for your own protection, we've been over this little Rosie. Right now we are passing an abounded Overwatch out post, and we just want to be prepared."

-"Sure, and I'm the tooth fairy." Jacob replied sarcasm dripping from his words.

-As she glanced his way she asked, "So boys, the big boss wants to know how the project is going" Eyeing all the medical, computer and scientific equipment strewn about the room.

-Jacob, not imitated, casually replied, "all is well, in fact if we wanted to. We could call this done, the only thing we have to do is the interface Synchronization with the cerebellum. Then allow the corpoirs and Cerebellum to awaken, link together with persona and we're done." Smiling once ago the cook turned around and finished placing the two meals down on an open table. Which was a task in it of it self because almost all space was covered by something.

-"I'll go tell the boss the good news on my next stop, besides, they're probably already done and waiting for dessert." With that he small cook and the two guards who had been silent as the grave, left. But not before making sure neither man made a move to follow. When the doors closed, alien eyes enveloped the room.

-"I'm sick of this food" Rosé said to Jacob, "I'll be glad to finally have a burger again." Jacob laughed while taking a spoonful of the stew up to his mouth. At that moment, the storm unleashed its full furry on the unsuspecting vessel. One billon volts of pure power raced through the poor railing, jumping from container to container, all the way up to the bridge. From there, all hell broke loose. The sleeping skeleton crew was tossed awake when the holo control modules blew up, with only a small amount of power diminished, the bolt of lighting raced down, into the depths of the beast. Lights popped, stoves blew up, heaters melted, elevators stopped, and still it continued down, all the way down in fact, to the engine room. In the lab alarms blared then screens popped, shards of glass flew everywhere. Neither men could do anything when the engines decided to blow, the titanium door blew inwards, taking half of the equipment monitoring the capsule with it. The total time from when the lighting bolt connected to when it final stopped, took 17 second. As the two scientists groggily got to there feet, disoriented, they slowly placed fragments together to realize. A. The engines were on fire. The heat was steadily rising to unpredictable levels. B. the lights were out. However some of the monitors had some how survived which lit the lab to a tiny degree. C. The capsule was relatively undamaged. However, because of the lighting strike, the pod was overloading, squeaking as its own processors tried in vain to regulate the massive power burst it just received . And finally D. the fires we spreading. Fast, soon the two men realized with horror, they would reach the fuel and the ships magazine. Knowing they had little time to spare, Doctor Rosé scrambled to a few of the monitors that we not directly plugged into the ships grid.

"We need to secure the pod!" Doctor Rosé shouted over the sound of the flames.

"Otherwise, 37 years of our research will be gone! As well as years before done by our Predecessors. Jacob, we must secure the pod NOW, prepare all emergency life support and I'll take care of everything else."

"But Doctor this isn't according to the plan, the interface isn't done, and the Memoria~"

"I know all that Jacob, but this will not be the ending of our dreams. GET TO WORK we don't have much time." As time went on, the fires grew, melting the lower support beams weakening them. Allowing 5 tons of metal to crash down. Trapping the two inside. Above the lab, the ship was in chaos, fires had sprung up all across the ship, men and women lay wounded and dying. While others directed the physically able to putting out the fires. But amongst the chaos, behind closed doors a certain someone was making plans to leave.

-The figure turned toward a young woman an said with a tone of utmost malice and disappointment "Elizabeth, make sure the chopper is ready, I'm sure we will be making a hasty exit. Also Tell command we are evacuating."

-"Yes sir" the young pilot replied curtly. Before running out into the chaos.

-Then, the figures turned towards what could only be described as pure muscle "Bruno, pack up all the files, every last one and meet escort me to the helicopter." The person ordered briskly.

-"Yes sir." The mountain of muscle replied

From there among the chaos time ticked on, not a care in the world what could happen to the human on board this ship. While down bellow, the heat was becoming unbearable, the clothes on the back of the men were steaming threading to burst into flam at any moment.

-"Just a few more seconds." Jacob said strained, he didn't want to think of anything else right now, his body couldn't handle any more thought process because of the current circumstances. Doctor Rosé slammed his fist onto the table an shouted, "We are good to expel the capsule, Jacob your end?"

-"Doctor, containment holding, aura levels suffering from minor fluctuations, negative vacuum pressure failing, heart regulator spiking, cerebellum interface falling, cerebellum inhibitors crashing, persona barely intact, meoria bank unable to, well, I'll be, everything is leveling out. However, the memoria is whipped. Doctor, and for what it's worth, it's been nice knowing you." The young assistant replied sadly, "wish is could have gotten that tan." The older doctor smiled, "where were going I think we'll be just fine", and with that. Doctor Rosé entered the overide code and the pod was expelled out into the ocean, just like it was designed to. Only this time instead of being picked up by a secure boat. It was being left in mother natures hands. As the two good friends gave each-other a pat on the back. Knowing they would never get to see there work in action. Died, in a burst of flame, as the fires finally reached a high enough temperature to ignite the gun powder stored In the magazine. Causing a chain reaction that claimed all the lives on bored. Except for the 3 personal on the feeling chopper and the lone pod, floating on the Mediterranean.

The next morning

Time: 06:23

Winston woke up with his face towards the rising sun on the horizon. The warm rays danced across his glossy sliver back fur. As the gorilla rose up from his sleeping position, he grimly realized he had, yet again, fallen asleep at his desk. As Winston's graze traveled around the upper level of his lab. He noted that the banana peels and peanut butter lids from last night's over haul were still there. What surprised the scientist the most though was the blanket that was on his shoulders. He had little time to ponder where it came from when Athena chimed in.

-"Good Morning Winston, I see that you are finally awake, weather patterns have returned to normal. The watch point has received minimal to no damage after last nights class 3 tropical storm. I had The space shuttle Stowed below ground to protect it from further damage after the wind speeds surpassed 75 kilometers an hour." Winston listens in as he cleans his work area and walks down the stairs to his work shop, behind it, a holo map of the world showing most of the positions of the other outposts. However, only one outpost was labeled active. Athena continued,

-"This evening, there is nothing on the calendar. You and Miss Oxton will be free to do as you like. Would you like me to look up another recipe for dinner Winston? Or, would you rather have me run the numbers on launch patterns for the next 3 days? " The Gorilla in question continued to stare at the holo map, oblivious to what his AI companion just said.

-"Winston, did you hear anything of what I just said?" Athena sighed, exasperated and not at all surprised that her ingenious creator had unintentionally tuned her out. She knew that he had taken a hard hit when Overwatch was disbanded 5 years ago. The holo map was a constant reminder that overwatch was gone. For now anyways. The gorilla continued on, checking equipment, and generally looking over his home. It was peaceful, the sun shone through the giant window above spewing everything in its path a rose gold. During this peaceful interlude. A certain time traveling, hyper active, optimistic, hero decided to burst into the lab.

-"GOOOD MMMMMOOOORIIING WINNNNNSSSTTTTOOONNNN! Wake up, it's a beau~" As Lena Oxton walked up the steps from the main fool entrance, she came to an abrupt stop when she saw her large friend and savior looking around the lab.

-"Oh, sorry about that Winston, I didn't know you were awake." The perky 26 year old said as she walked up to her friend. Winston jarred from his train of thought quickly tried to recover from his lack of manners.

-Winston hastily tried to pick up where Lena had left off, "Good morning Lena, it's no problem, in fact if you were a few minutes earlier, your wake up call would have allowed me to get a kick start to my day. But I guess good old coffee will have to do."

-"I hear you big guy, but on the way down to the cafeteria, could we quickly talk about something?" Lena simply stated, turning and walking out into the morning sea breeze. Both took a deep breath of the clean salty air, snapping Winston further away from sleep's grasp. Now more alert, Winston spoke.

-"Of corse Lena, is it your accelerator? It has been a little while since I check it for faults. Or is it about the recall or the storm last night?"

-"Actually old pal, it's about the storm. Last night I couldn't fall asleep, the rain was pounding down to hard. It was pelting the window making pinging sounds. So, naturally I decided to sit by me littl' ol' window and gaze out till I fell asleep or until morning cam'. Last night I saw a ball something shine as bright as a sun for I don't know, 7 minutes? It looked like a little orange ball. From how small it was, and by the color, it look like an explosion. Do you have any clue as to what it could have really been?" Lena inquired as the two walked around the sealed hanger doors and into the recently dusted and organized hanger. Above them hung an early version of the work horse of Overwatch's glory years, the Orca. While much smaller than the later versions, the one above could hold 40 people in the cargo bay, or 2 hover-v's, 10 5 meters by 8 meter crates that could be air dropped. It was the perfect all purpose long range hover carrier. However, 3 years of ill kept had taken its toll on the bird. Luckily, Winston had arrived two years ago and had started trying to fix it up. With the recent arrival of Tracer, the two were making great repairs.

-"I don't know Lena but I'm sure Athena could bring up satellite imagery of when it happened, isn't that right Athena?" Winston empathized, in order for the AI to pick up there conversation in the spacious hanger. The words had barley left Winston's mouth when Athena crisply came back with an answer.

-"Unfortunately Winston, I can not, when Miss Oxton was beginning to describe the glow, I began to scan through the footage of any available satellites in the area. Of the re I was able to get ahold of momentarily, they both were unable to show anything due to the massive nature of the storm."

-Slightly diminished, the small women sighed and said, "Oh well, I may have been seeing things too. I do remember falling asleep shortly afterwords. Though, it could have been anything really right? Like sleep induced whatever's. Look at that we're already at the canteen." The two walked through a small door on the left side of the hanger and out into the open. A cliff was on there immediate left with a path running to a small cove and beach area at the bottom that could be reached by a similar rocky path by Winston's lab. The companions open the door of a large building and walked in. At first everything was dark, but soon, Athena took care of the lights and illumination flooded the room. Exposing 10 tables 30 meters long and 3 1/2 meter wide. Off to the side, counters were stacked with knifes, forks, spoons, Bowles, plates and anything else even remotely related to food placement. However, the only pice Lena and Winston saw, were the 3 coffee makers. In an almost trance like state, the pair walked over and began to both brew individual pots. Lena made tea while Winston made black English coffee with a dash of sugar. From there they took there seats and settled in.

Translations:

Latin; Aura-Oxygen (ruffly)

Cerebellum- brain

Memoria- Memory

persona-Personality

Corpious-body

Authors Note, I have been tossing the idea of this story around in my head for months. I recently decided to finally do something about it hell I got nothing to lose if I do do it and everything to gain if I do. As a warning, this fiction will start off slow, but within a few chapters, things will get interesting. Further, critical reviews will be most appreciated, e.i. if you give an example as to how my grammar was wrong with a fixed example attached too. I will try to upload every week or every two weeks, however school and life are a bitch so this is subject to change. I hope you enjoyed the fist chapter of Ever Get that feelin' of Dé jà vu?