Please note: These chapters are going to be coming out very intermittently.

Watchpoint: Gibraltar

"The appearance of the strange craft that entered Earth's atmosphere has caused an uproar, among them being accusations of secret experimental..." Winston tuned the news anchor out, and contemplated the images and videos in front of him.

Once astronomers managed to get clear images of the object, revealing it to be a spacecraft, it didn't take long for those images to disseminate into the general public. The orange, white, and grey craft was strange indeed, but one thing was for certain - attacking it would not be a good idea, if the missiles it carried were any indication. Of course, this all begged the question - who was its pilot, and where are they now? Were they even human?

Of course, not knowing anything, he had called up everyone he trusted that may have come into contact with such technology.

That was when Torbjörn spoke up from one of the screens. "Winston, get on with it. I don't have all day!"

"Patience, Torbjörn, we'll start soon."

The last few remaining members of the call joined, their faces appearing alongside the ones already present. "You all know why you're here, right?"

Hana Song, otherwise known as D. va, nodded. "I mean, obviously it's about that spaceship, right? I don't really know anything. MEKA and KARI never really come into contact all that much."

"If the United Nations was working on anything like this, Helix, and by extension I, would have been notified," one Fareeha Amari continued, "as I haven't, it's safe to assume that the UN knows nothing as well."

Jack nodded. "Haven't heard anything either. Been keeping an eye on Talon. Nothing. And as far as I can tell, Null Sector doesn't seem to be working on anything like this either."

"Looks nothing like the Slipstream," Lena continued, "don't think we color planes like that either." This was true; most Overwatch equipment tended to be colored in shades of blue and white.

"I work with robotics, not in aerospace. Never seen anything like it." A loud crash. "For the love of- BASTION, STOP MESSIN' ABOUT!" Torbjörn ran out of frame.

Efi winced. "I remember when someone accidentally knocked something over in my workshop. They weren't let in for a week. Anyways, back on topic. Nobody's contacted me about anything related to space exploration. I don't have anything."

Winston rubbed his chin in thought. "I do hope that one of us finds wherever that thing landed soon. No doubt other factions are trying to figure out where that thing is as we speak.

(-)

Talon Headquarters, Rome

"Everyone here? Then let us begin." Doomfist began. "By now, I would think everyone has heard of the ship." Mutters of agreement were heard around the table. "The pilot's origin, as is their objective, remains unknown," he continued.

"We don't know if the pilot is human, omnic, or something else," Moira added, subtly excited.

Reaper crossed his arms. "Don't think they'll take too kindly to being vivisected, Moira. You saw the ship. Whoever it is, they're armed."

Doomfist nodded, then continued. "That brings us to our next order of business. Where is he now?"

That was when one Sanjay Korpal decided to speak up. "If you'll pardon my interruption, I believe Maximilien and I can help with that."

The Omnic, who had remained silent up to this point, continued. "As you all know, the Casino Monaco gets a significant amount of international traffic. I can have my men try and find any possible rumors, sightings, and so on. Try and pick up the trail, so to speak. The same goes for Mr. Korpal and the Vishkar corporation. We all know that Overwatch," he said the name with contempt, "has a presence in Utopaea."

That was when their meeting was interrupted. Moira turned to see who had barged in. "Ah, Dr. Kuiper. How nice of you to join us. Do you believe that you have anything to contribute?"

Kuiper smirked slightly, then answered. "As a matter of fact, I do, although none of it makes any sense whatsoever. Last night, around the same time that craft arrived, I received a bizarre assortment of... something, that I believe to be related."

"Do explain."

"Images of the sun, lightning, black holes, mutterings about swords, a strange garden, various musings about light and darkness, many things involving inert neutrinos, all part of a jumble that I'm sure will make some modicum of sense in time."

"And how, pray tell, is it related to what we are discussing here?" Maximilien asked.

"I was getting to that. You see, call it intuition, call it a gut feeling, but whatever was piloting that craft is somehow the center of it. All of this is conjecture, of course, and could be proven wrong at any moment. But I do feel that it is worth looking into."

Doomfist contemplated this for a moment. "Very well, do as you wish. If we find that it is a needless venture, however, we will have you stop. By force, if we must."

A small smile formed on Kuiper's face. "That sounds reasonable for the moment."

(-)

Null Sector Network

"So, the craft that entered the atmosphere."

"Well, sir, what do you suggest?"

"Find it. I don't know why, but there's something not quite right about that ship."

"Do we know anything about it?"

"Armed. Design matches none that we have. We could probably replicate it, with difficulty."

"Unlikely. We don't know anything about the internals of the craft. We might be able to produce a version, but it would inevitably be inferior."

"Makes sense. On that note, we need to be able to mobilize our own forces and figure out what's going on over there without Overwatch or Talon noticing. Get to whatever it is first."

"Yes sir."

(-)

Somewhere in northern South America...

"I don't see how you're not more panicked about this." Tyr quipped.

Akira glanced towards his ever-faithful companion. "It does us no good to panic. Am I worried? Yes. But as I said earlier, we don't have a reliable way to get home. For all we know, reactivating the drive again could send us somewhere else. Did you do what I asked you?"

Various screens appeared all around him. He quickly scanned over all of them. "Well, then. Let's start here. The Omnic Crisis..."

Omnica Corporation; a revolutionary corporation that made many advances in the field of robotics. They reminded him oddly of Clovis Bray, in their method of reckless advancement. Of course, they were then shut down after many scandals, thus leading to the deactivation of their Omniums, factories that produced robots known as Omnics. He frowned then. What, exactly, was the Omnic Crisis, then? He got his answer on the next page. The Omniums had reactivated without warning, and began churning out Omnics that were all hostile to humanity. Akira shivered. It was too much like what Rasputin might have done had he decided not to side with Humanity.

And thus, when the war seemed to be going south for humanity, the brightest minds on the planet came together to form a strike unit, Overwatch. With their help, Humanity managed to eventually defeat the Omnics and win the war. Unfortunately, prejudice against Omnics was still prevalent.

Overwatch. He needed to know more about the strange organization. And so he did. After stopping the Omnic Crisis, Overwatch eventually became an international peacekeeping force. For twenty years, it enjoyed a golden age, with many looking up to them as heroes. He smiled. It reminded him of what he was, a Guardian, sworn to protect humanity from falling against the Darkness. However, as he expected, this golden age would not last.

Many began to accuse Overwatch of being the cause of turmoil in the world. Mission failures piled up, an incident in Venice caused more credibility to be lost; and eventually Overwatch would be disbanded when, following the discovery of Blackwatch, a special unit that were involved in illegal activities, their headquarters in Switzerland were destroyed. And thus ended Overwatch. Unfortunately, as it turned out, the disappearance of Overwatch caused the world to fall slowly back into chaos.

Akira frowned. He moved onto the next entry: Talon. A terrorist organization that was founded on the idea that humanity would only get stronger through conflict. He shivered again. It was far, far too similar to the Sword Logic that the Hive followed. He continued. They attacked everyone indiscriminately, sowed chaos as much as they could, with no care for the consequences. Horrifying. In the years following Overwatch's disbandment, they had become more active.

"Is there anything more?" he asked.

Tyr's shell shuffled. A screen moved to Akira.

Another entry. News articles, Net posts. He began. Vigilantes started to appear. People trying to fill the void that Overwatch left. One particular man caught his eye - Soldier 76. Five years after Overwatch disbanded, he had appeared, raiding Overwatch bases, later stopping crimes all over the world.

Soon after that, rumors started circulating on this world's net of Overwatch's return. That raised an eyebrow. Much later, two former agents would foil a heist of a powerful Gauntlet by Talon agents. The next day, the United Nations had gone on record stating that Overwatch's charter was still revoked.

Not long after that, Null Sector, an Omnic organization, attacked Paris, and was stopped by Overwatch agents. Since then, Overwatch had been sighted in many more places and incidents around the world.

Akira contemplated this for a moment. "Hmm... Us entering the atmosphere no doubt caught the attention of the whole world. Highly likely that everyone's looking for the two of us right now." Tyr shuffled his shell in trepidation.

"Do you know what we're going to do?" he asked.

Akira thought for a moment. "We can't exactly move the ship out now - people will spot it. The best we can do right now is sit and wait, and hope Overwatch finds its way to us."

"Why them?" Tyr asked.

"Honestly? I don't know, but they seem like the only ones we can trust right now."

"Alright, alright. And how do we know they're going to find us?"

"Simple- Let them know where we are."

And that's the second chapter done! Sorry for the infodump on the third section. Also for my amateurish writing style. Still loads better than my last attempt at it, sheesh. Oh, and for the record - The ship's Impolite Company.

As of the Coronavirus - I don't know how exactly this is going to affect my writing schedule, so don't freak out if a large amount of time passes. See you next time! RR