Alright first things first. I'm really surprised with the positive reviews I got, so i'm definitely continuing. Thanks so much! By the way, I noticed that on the first chapter I wrote "Planet Angel City" when I meant to write only Angel City, so ignore that. Also, as for the characters, funny enough, I was actually planning on bringing the dragonborn at some point. As for other characters, I haven't played Starbound, Deus Ex or F.E.A.R yet (Sorry), so i'm not exactly familiar with the characters, but Starbound seems easy enough to write about, so we'll see. Anyways, on with the story!

When Tracer heard that a giant rupture had appeared on the sky, she immediately demanded to be sent there, but THIS, wasn't what she was expected. In front of her stood a robot that was at least 4 times as tall as her, equipped with a giant sword to go along with it. She thought that maybe it was a bad idea, as she didn't know the robot's intentions, but what is done is done, so she decided to proceed.

"Ummmm, hey there... robot? Sooo I noticed that you fell out of the sky and I decided to come and investigate. Are you good or bad?" Tracer nervously began speaking, noticing how stupid she sounded as she spoke.

"You could say I am with the "good" guys." The robot replied. "Oh thank god! I feel more comfortable now!" Tracer said swiping sweat off her forehead.

"It is indeed true we fell out of the sky. I cannot explain how or why, but it is in fact how we ended up here." The robot spoke once again.

"Wait, we? Who's with you?" Tracer asked curiously. "My pilot." The robot simply said and as if on que, the cockpit opened and a human equipped with an armor of sorts came out. "Hey there! Who are you?" Charles said.

"Well, my name's Lena, but you can call me Tracer. And you are?" Tracer asked. "I am Pilot Charles Anderson from the 6-4. Nice to meet you! This is my buddy, FT. He's a Ronin-class Titan." Charles said as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "6-4? Ronin-class Titan? I don't know any of these terms."

"Yep, we're definitely in an alternate dimension. And before you say anything, I assume you want us to come with you. I'll explain anything you need to know." Charles said, trying to avoid any further repetitive questions.

"Well... yeah... Let's go then! The police are bound to be here any second now anyways." Tracer said. The dropship descended and it barely fit in the area but it was just enough space for Tracer, as well as Charles and FT to enter.

*A few minutes later, inside the dropship*

"You said you would explain anything I wanted to know." Tracer spoke, breaking the silence. "Alright. We're from an alternate dimension." Charles said bluntly.

"Wait... That's what Winston told me earlier, about some multi-dimensional anomaly. That portal thing that opened up must have been that anomaly, and it sucked you into our world. Also, speaking about worlds, what was your dimension like?" Tracer asked, interested in what Charles had to say.

"That could explain things. Anyways, the reason I was so surprised to be here was because in our world, we're years and years in the future from this year, and Earth was abandoned long ago, I wasn't even born by then." Charles began explaining.

T = Tracer

C = Charles

C = "In my world, we branched out into space and colonized lots of planets in a completely different solar system. I live in a system we refer to as the frontier."

T = "Wow that's really interesting. But what about the 6-4? And why are there giant robots in your dimension?"

C = "The 6-4 is what we like to call a freelance unit of Pilots. We're mercenaries, in a way, but we won't always work for the highest bidder. In fact, we almost always work for the Militia and never for the IMC. Aaaand, before you ask, the IMC are basically the bad guys in this equation. They don't care about the value of human life, they raid planets for their resources and kill anyone in their path. They're like a dictatorship of a sort. On the other side, there's the Militia, which are the good guys in this equation. They were formed to combat the IMC. See it as a sort of rebellion trying to fight the good fight. They are still at war with each other, particularly on the Frontier, which leads us unto the Titans. Titans are, as you can see, large robots used in combat. Most classes were originally made by the IMC when they were still known as Hammond Robotics, and the Militia stole a lot of said models and eventually replicated them for their own use. There are currently 8 mayor classes in use. The Ion, the Scorch, the Northstar, the Ronin, the Tone, the Legion, the Expedition, and the Brute. Each has got their own set of weapons and gear designed to fit a certain role. For example, Ronin-class Titans are fragile but fast, Scorch-class Titans are heavy, and slow but are great against infantry, and so on."

T = "That explains a lot. And no offence, but your world doesn't seem like a very nice place to live in with that war against the IMC."

C = "Nah, I see where you're getting at, but thankfully the IMC is losing. Ever since they lost the battle of Demeter, they've been at a disadvantage, and one of their planets got blown up... So, yeah."

T = "Though to be honest, our world isn't the best either. A second Omnic crisis is on the edge of starting, and the first one was horrible."

C = "Damn, though i'm unfamiliar with the term, so would you care to explain about your world?"

T = "Well, Omnics are like sentient robots that share many qualities with humans. They were originally built as slaves of sorts but they became self-aware and decided to rebel against us. They turned the Bastion units against us and used them to build the bulk of their army. Many cities fell and millions of humans died because of this conflict, it was so horrible. Overwatch was created to combat the omnics. The world's greatest heroes were in it, and eventually we ended the crisis. But eventually the world began to dislike us, and we were disbanded. Now, Winston recalled us and most of us returned, though lots of our old members were killed by Talon. Unfortunately, we work illegally but its in the world's best interest, whether they like it or not. Oh, looks like we've arrived!"

The dropship landed at Watchpoint Gibraltar, and they were greeted by Winston, Mei, and Mercy.

"Greetings Lena, did you find anything interesting?" Winston asked. "To say I found something interesting would be an understatement luv!" Tracer replied cheerfully.

"Holy shit is that a Gorilla! Those have been extinct for ages!" Charles said as he walked out, followed by a large robot. "Yes, I am a gorilla. Wait, did you say extinct?" Winston said.

"Yes Winston. You were right, the portal that opened up did lead to another dimension. Charles here is from a world years ahead of ours, and they don't even live on earth anymore!" Tracer said.

"Well, looks like you have a lot to talk about! Let's go to our lab!" Mercy spoke and Charles complied.

A few minutes passed and Charles explained everything about his world. About the 6-4, the Titans, the interplanetary war, etc etc etc.

"It looks like we have no way of getting you back to your universe, so you'll have to stay with us. We could use someone like you, what do you say? Will you join us?" Winston asked.

"From what Tracer told me, you guys really do want to help, so i'm in. Its the best thing I can do right now." Charles replied.

"Well, welcome to Overwatch!"

So this chapter was meant to be longer but when I tried to save it apparently the fucking retarded website decided to log off on its own so it prompted me to log in again and half the chapter didn't save so you're stuck with this for now. I'll rewrite the other half tomorrow but i'm not dealing with this today because I just want to go to sleep. RIP.