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The Darkest Knight
Part I: The Reforming of Overwatch
Chapter 14: The UN Summit Part I
Cool air. Brisk. Soothing.
Thats the first thing Hana noticed when her dreary eyes opened to the world.
Metal walls and beds surrounded her, and the large form of her friend, of Nate, was covered in sheets on the bed next to her. His back was too her, and despite all the things that had happened to them, he seemed…. peaceful.
She yawned, and her body ached. Probably from sleeping wrong and… well, everything else.
She sat up, her tablet slipping of her legs and onto the bed. With a quick sigh she stretched, her eyes shutting as her right leg extended, toes pointing outwards, arms twisting and back arching.
"Ahh." She huffed out, her eyes fueling opening as she took in the room.
The Med-bay.
Overwatch's Med-Bay. She had half expected it to be some dreary, dull, bland place like the movies, but it wasn't that bad.
At least the lights weren't awfully bright, and the walls were a shining, sleek metal, and the beds had at least varying colors for sheets, and there were several screens hanging on each wall.
She scanned the room, simply taking it all in since yesterday had been, a more or less, rough day. At least it ended well.
Watching one of the best hero movies ever made with a… friend. A good way to end the night.
She blinked as the word resonated in her mind.
Friend.
Was Nate really a friend to her? Did she consider him one now?
She smiled softly, one filled with sadness and pain.
She did.
Maybe if circumstances had been different, they could've been friends from the start.
With another yawn she slowly dragged her feet over the side of the bed.
She grunted as pain resonated through her broken leg, the cast, fixed with nanites and set by Dr. Ziegler, was holding firm and kept her bones set. If Dr. Ziegler was to be believed then her leg would be healed in only a week or two.
Unlike Lucio who was asleep on the other side of the room and had a simmer cast on but would only need it for one more day to fix the burns on his leg.
But, she was still healing… which was probably why there were crutches laid against the foot of her bed.
She looked around again, this time looking through the glass wall at the far end which she had seen Dr. Ziegler walk into just last yesterday after her… episode.
The Doctor was missing and she frowned.
The woman had been kind and she still felt a pang of guilt for screaming at Nate, but considering her calm expression as he slept, and the fact he bothered to come by the night before, helped ease whatever regrets she had.
Granted her memories about…. about…
She shook her head and focused on the present.
She grabbed the crutches and heaved them around in front of her. It took a minute or two, but she managed to stand on her good leg and got the crutches successfully under her arm.
Last time she had sed crutches she had been ten years old. She'd fractured her leg falling down a set of stairs because she got too excited when her mom got home from work on Christmas eve.
There had been some crying, but there was a lot of laughter afterwards. Mainly from her and her father, who thought her falling had been hilarious despite having to take her to the hospital.
But that was before the first attack, a long time ago…
Still, it left… warmth, yes warmth, in her heart and she smiled as she hobbled her way to the doors of the medbay.
The telltale sign of Nate's sword work, was on full display. The doors were still melted through, the metal having already hardened.
She stopped for a moment and looked back at Nate's slumbering form.
He had done this because of her, just to get to her. A bit overdramatic, but considering how she… how she…
She shook her head again, banishing the thoughts of her incident, and started forward, easily getting through the makeshift doorway in the melted metal.
It wasn't till she was out into the hallway did she realize two things: one, she was starving and wanted nothing but junk food, and two…
"Ah, Shi-bal..." she sighed in Korean. She had no idea where any of the food was.
"What a colorful vocabulary for such a young girl." A metallic voice filled the hallway and Hana half jumped half yelped and she turned to look down the hall.
It was the robot. The silver plated, green lit, robot that had attacked them in Korea.
She instantly backed up, and her body tensed, ignoring the fact it had understood her cursing in Korean.
The cyborg simply turned his head to the side, obviously confused by her reaction.
"Are you looking for something?" The robot asked, the voice obviously male despite the metallic ping it held.
She held her tongue and simply shook her head. She knew he was apart of Overwatch, she had seen his pictures before and knew he had fought Nate, hence her distrust of it.
But… it's name eluded her.
"Well, if you are interested in a meal, I believe Mei-san is cooking an exquisite cuisine combined of beef and bread called burgers." The robot joked, and she noticed how formal his english sounded, and that it said San.
So it was from Japan. Interesting.
"Down this way," it motioned, well… she guessed it was an it despite its male voice. Omnics didn't have genders since they were, well robots.
The omnic simply walked past her and continued down the hallway, its footsteps eerily silent on the metal.
For a moment she hoped Lucio or Nathaniel would walk out of the Medbay, but when they didn't and the omnic stopped and asked, "Ms. Song are you all right?"
"Fine," she retorted a little too coldly, but the robot seemed unfounded, and only nodded in repose before continuing on its path.
Her stomach growled, and she frowned.
Damn hunger pains.
So with great reluctance she stared after the Omnic. Of course she was loud compared to the robot, but she noticed it slowed as she approached and soon enough she was hobbling side by side with it.
The walk was quiet, and they passed a room, which guessing by the weights and work out machinery inside, she figured was a gym.
"Ms. Song," the robot suddenly spoke and she couldn't help but glance at it.
It kept its head forward and its posture was impeccable as it spoke, "I would like to apologize, for my actions in Korea. I was under the assumption that you were kidnapped by Nathaniel-san, and acted accordingly."
She spared another glance and noticed this time that the robot was looking directly at her, waiting for a response.
For a second she held frustration with it, mainly for that fact that it openly attacked Nate, but after all… she had too. He had even stabbed her.
So with a deep breath she released her frustration, like her father had taught her, and simply stated, "call me Hana."
The robot nodded, "very well, Hana-san. It is a pleasure to meet you under more… positive, circumstances."
She nodded in agreement, "yeah, but um, I kinda don't know your name?"
"Ah yes, I am Genji."
The recognition hit her in the face like a brick!
She knew him! A super advanced omnic that Overwatch had designed! He was responsible for fighting with Overwatch to take down the Shimada clan! She remember seeing videos of him, of him fighting and saving civilians whenever the clan would play dirty and attack innocents on the streets.
But he had disappeared before the Fall.
"Genji," she grinned, "I've seen you in the videos."
"Haha! Yes! I mark quiet the impression don't I?"
She raised an eyebrow, "mark?"
"Make," he chuckled, "my mistake, english is not my best."
"Its pretty good," she complimented.
"Thank you," it bowed it's head slightly, "but I must confess I have a question."
She felt the tension in it's voice and raised an eyebrow, her signal for him to continue.
It took the que, "Hana-san, did Nathaniel ever injure you in any way?"
For a moment she felt her anger flare, and grew defensive, but once again, the rational side of her was abel to yank control of her words and though her voice was tinged in frustration she replied, "no, he didn't."
The Omnic looked at her again, then she corrected herself, "aside from when he stabbed me…"
It nodded, "yet you forgave him for that?"
She grimaced and replied, "yeah, once he… told me some stuff." Forgiving Nate hadn't been an entirely easy feat, but with the way he panicked, they way he seemed to just space out sometimes…
Well she knew he had PTSD about Kathy… whoever she was.
"But I trust him," She then added, her own feeling of gratitude beating out the need to stay quiet, "he's helped a lot, even though he can be pretty stupid sometimes."
"I see," The omnic sighed, "then I suppose I should apologize for the hostilities. I acted upon assumptions in Korea, and I am sorry for putting you in any danger."
She shrugged, well as best as someone could shrug with crutches under you as you hobbled you're way down a hall, "it's nothing new."
And with that Genji turned the corner into a larger hallway, where directly to the right where a set of mechanical doors that were ajar, bright light illuminating the mess hall through which the doors led.
The robot politely stood back and extended a hand out, waving for her to before him.
She gave him a small smile and hobbled inside.
There was a blur of activity.
Dr. Ziegler was helping another woman, one with glasses and a thick coat tied around her waist, cook something on on of the large stoves set to the back of the mess. Two men, one with a cowboy hat and the other was…
Her eyes went wide.
"Reinhardt." She gasped under her breath.
The man in question suddenly laughed, his booming voice filling the room with warmth and light.
She had seen the pictures when she was younger. She remembered them as clear as ever, the pictures of the valiant knight of Overwatch, of a man as big as legend himself.
But he had also been in Korea… he had also attacked Nate hadn't her? But not her.
She frowned, though it was filled with guilt over anything else. It was awful that such good people were pushed to such extremes because of a misunderstanding, but that was the world for you.
Misunderstandings caused so much problems.
"Ms. Song!" the booming voice suddenly addressed her and she felt the heat rush to her cheeks as the eyes of the four agents fell on her.
The giant walked over to her, and bowed slightly, though he was still at least a foot tall than her even at a bow.
He smiled and held out a mug, one she had failed to seen he was carrying.
It had her signature bunny emblem on its side.
"I vas vondering if you could sign it? I am a fan of your vork!" His voice was warm and its tone was so sincere.
She couldn't help but chuckle.
So with a grin she replied, "sure."
Three days later...
"So…" I asked, looking at my reflection with a small amount of disdain, "how do I look?"
Digs voice grumbled over our link, "well, you look about as serious as Will Ferrell in Elf."
"Thanks…" I sighed, awkwardly moving the tie notched against my throat a little to the left.
In retrospect, I shouldn't feel too bad about not knowing what wearing a suit entails. After all, I work my armor more often than regular clothes, and back home I literally had zero need for ever wearing a suit.
Hell, I haven't heard of a Guardian ever wearing a suit.
Thank god for Youtube and tutorial videos, so I didn't feel too self conscious.
Just a little.
Knock! Knock!
I spared a glance to the door of my room, waiting for-
"Nathaniel, you ready love?" Cheerleader asked from outside my door.
"Yeah, yeah," I huffed and headed to the door of my room, and muttered under my breath as it opened, "here goes nothing."
I stepped out and the doors shut behind me.
Tracer stood against the wall, dressed nicely with a sleek button up, a cute white coat over her shoulders, and a long work skirt covering her lower half. She even had a dash of make up on.
"Someone's all fancy." I smirked and she rolled her eyes.
"You're one to talk love."
She stepped forward and grabbed my tie twisting it upward once then twice as she readjusted it.
With a smile she stepped back, "it needs to be perfectly centered, and needed to be a bit tighter."
I felt heat on my nose as I narrowed my gaze. "Thanks."
Obviously she couldn't help the grin and she turned around, "come on love, the others are all waiting for us in the hangar. Apparently you take longer to get dressed than even Angela. And that's saying something."
I scoffed as she took the lead and I followed, "looking good is an art you know, and art takes time."
"Even rubbish takes time to take out love."
"Jerk." I huffed as I caught up to her and we walked side by side towards the hangar.
She didn't reply, and we passed by the Mess Hall, where Mei and McCree were adamantly talking about the pro's and cons of going to the trial.
Mei on one hand was completely onboard with the idea of the trial, hence her attire of a long skirt with button up shirt and jacket, but McCree was against it on the basis of the UN having it out for him.
To be fair, they did want to arrest him so I internally agreed it was best if he stayed back.
"Why do I even argue?" Mei drawled, loud enough for us to glance into the hall at her.
"We'll finish this when I get back." She huffed with a playful frown, and she trotted out and after us, obviously realizing she was late to the party.
Sucked that even Mei, who had done nothing short of be a scientist, was being called in.
So together, the three of us left the Mess Hall behind and continued on towards the Hangar, which was apparently large enough to house several more aircraft than just my fuel-less ship.
With a hiss, the doors to the hangar opened and the rest of our wonderful entourage was waiting there.
The Ape, Winston, was standing next to the ship… well was it a ship or plane?
It looked similar to mine with a sleeker design, and was built more like a fighter plane that a transport, or even a private jet.
"Dig?"
"It's called the Tempest. Winston developed and built it over the past year as a means of quick escape and transport. No weaponry but plenty of defensive capabilities. Also, its practical inside, no fancy designs or anything of that sort." My Ghost stated in my head.
I mentally nodded my impressment.
Anyway, back to the others, Winston was dressed up. Normally the thought of a Gorilla in a suit and tie would make me laugh or think I was high as a kite, but well, the dude pulled it off.
Angel, who was standing on the ramp of the ship talking to Terminator, was dressed in a tighter blouse with long black slacks and her hair down to her shoulders, far different from her usual ponytail. She sent me a neutral glance before returning to her conversation.
Sad that I have to refer to her as neutral, but hey at least she's not giving me the stink eye every five seconds.
The giant man, who I now knew was actually named Reinhardt, was also dressed in a slick suit, his hair combed and neat as he stood off to the side talking to the little man named Torbjorn, or more accurately the hobbit.
"I still wanna see what happens when you call him hobbit to his face." Dig suggested, with what would've been a dangerous grin if he had a face.
"So…" I drawled out as we approached the Ape, "whats the plan?"
"Our lawyers will meet us at the summit and from there, we'll run through our plan of action again and how exactly we're going to prove your innocent along with our own, just with actual lawyers this time."
I nodded, "makes sense, think we'll still go in the same order?"
Tracer then spoke up, "why not? Having you speak first makes sense, have the weakest link speak first then back it up with more public and trustworthy faces to solidify the testimony."
It wasn't an insult, just a statement of fact.
And the fact was that to the world, I was a public menace. So, having me start, then having the others defend me after, would make our story seem slightly more plausible. At least in regards to me not being a menace and that I was trustworthy.
Big issue though was that we we're going to have to lie to the UN.
They couldn't know about Overwatch operating once more, cause if they did, well things wouldn't go well for everyone here.
I was partially confused as to why they were operating under the radar, and not just asking to be legally reinstated, but I didn't bother to ask.
Wasn't really my place to ask you know?
"All right," Winston raised his voice and stood a little taller as he looked over me, "everyone ready?"
I glanced around, and watched as the dwarf walked away with a curt farewell to Reinhardt, and the others simply walked closer to us so they could hear Winston.
"Mei? I did not know you v'ere coming along! V'hat a pleasant surprise!" The giant grumbled with a hefty smile.
The woman simply smiled sheepishly and replied, "well I couldn't let you have all the fun!"
Winston grumbled something with a playful smile, but I failed to actually hear whatever it was he said since Angel spoke up, "It'll be good to have you with us. Almost like old times."
Almost.
Of course there was accusation pointed at me behind the words, but who really gives a shit?
"You do."
"No I don't."
"So where's Lucio?" I asked, interrupting the friendly chatter, "and Hana for a matter of fact?"
I hadn't seen them yet, and was curious since they were, after all, our most promising testimonies regarding my innocence, Overwatches innocence and Talon's guilt.
"Already on board," Winston replied, "which is probably something we should do if we want to get there on time."
I shrugged, "lead the way."
And with that we boarded the ship.
Like Dig had said, it wasn't fancy, well not billionaire fancy, but it was better than your average plane. Or ship.
It had the usual seats, and windows, and even a few tables in-between said seats towards the front. A few TV screens were even sporadically placed about. Still, I studied the place, evaluating its combat potential and deciding that most of the seats and tables in here would provide shit cover in a firefight.
God forbid we get shot with any sort of AA batteries.
"Don't act like you've never flown before." Trace pipped up from behind me.
"Please," I replied, though she just snickered, and I saw Hana and Lucio sitting together at one table towards the front of the small plane.
I made my way towards them, and took the seat across the isle from them, facing a TV just in case I got really bored.
"Fancy meeting you two here." I stated with a smirk as I glanced at the the two and Tracer walked by to the cockpit.
You know when I first met her I wouldn't have placed her as a pilot, but lo and behold, she was one of the best pilots in the world.
Lucio, who was sitting on the isle seat scoffed in response to my greeting, "I know man! I thought this was a classy place."
"Ouch." Hana snickered from the side, her crutches leaning on her knees.
I laughed and shook my head.
It was good they were both joking again. It took Hana another two days before she was okay enough to start joking, which had taken me by surprise at first. Granted, I hadn't met her under prime circumstances, so it's not surprising that I was surprised to see her joking around.
"You ready for this?" I asked as our chuckling died down.
The DJ shrugged, "why not man? Nothing will ever be as nerve racking as my first live concert, so I am more than ready to speak in front of a bunch of old, cranky dudes and chicks."
I nodded, "same, except I've never had a live concert, and I probably suck at making music."
He shook his head, "nah man, don't knock it till you've tried! Hey, you could even be better than me! Who knows right?"
I saw Hana roll her eyes, "please, if his music taste is anything like his movie taste we'd probably go deaf."
"Rude." I huffed.
"Roast." Lucio chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. He slipped his headphones back on as the tell tale jerk of the planes engines powering up shook the seats.
I glanced back to see where the others sat, and saw the Angel and giant sitting together talking in hushed voices at the back, and Mei was talking to Winston about who knows what.
I turned and glanced out the window as the jet started to roar, and we climbed vertically, before shooting off with a jolt towards the hearing.
With a frown I leaned against the window and stared out to the clouds and sky.
I may seem carefree and completely neutral to this whole thing, but that was a facade in every sense of the word.
See, even when I was with Hana over thee past three days, or eating with some of the others like Mei and McCree, or even just hanging out with Lucio as he started therapy in regards to walking, Dig and I were doing everything we could to figure out what Talon's plan was.
Problem was we had no idea what they wanted.
It just didn't add up.
Why frame me?
Why go after Hana, and steal tech from Lucio?
What was it they could possibly gain from wiping out a small university in Germany and causing a ruckus in South Korea?
I sighed and glanced up at the roof.
Well, at the very least, I knew this hearing was going to be plenty interesting.
You know, considering the fact I'm an inter-dimensional immortal being, with powers and abilities that would allow me to kill hundreds if I really wanted too, I never expected to find myself in the middle of a court hearing with a bunch of stuck up, ass hat politicians.
Like seriously, I don't think a single person, or robot if I'm referring to some of the Omnic ambassadors, is a day under fifty.
Hell all their hair was gray! Even the Women! Not even Zavala or Cayde were old looking and they were decades older than anyone here!
"Mr. Drake?"
I blinked and with a sigh focused on the lawyer in front of me.
"What was the question again?" I asked, feigning interest as I stretched my legs out.
The… pew?… I was in was a mild brown, and it sat before the entirety of the United Nations, who were all seated in a half circle before me. There were interpreters, reporters, guards, even two specially armored guards who were apparently hired from some group called Helix Security to act as security, and plenty of others who I didn't know.
The room was domed and well lit. There were a few cameras in the back, and several photographers spread about. A long table, hosting the leaders of our prosecution plus their lawyers, was seated to front right.
Our table was to my front left, with our own lawyers and Hana's crutches laid against the side.
And right in the middle, was an array of judges, approved by the entire UN, from across the world who had sworn oaths to give a fair hearing and decide on what the verdict was to be regarding our prosecution.
The lawyer pushed up his glasses and cleared his throat before continuing, "I asked you about your relation to Ms. Song and Ms. Oxford?"
Ah yes.
The ass hats were trying to twist my version of events and discredit Tracers and Hana's stories before they even got a chance to testify.
Our lawyers had warned us about this. They figured that would be the UN's play, and if that didn't work, then they'd just try tricking us into admitting Overwatch was at fault, and was acting without permission and therefore violating the PETRAS act, not to mention that they were solely responsible for the damages done in Rio, Korea, and Germany.
Granted some of it was my fault, but I ain't gonna let them know that.
"Well we're friends." I replied scooting forward on my seat and leaning on my hand.
"Friends," the lawyer smiled, "do friends, kidnap one another and stab each other?"
I grinned, "I don't know, depends on what you're fighting about."
He pursed his lips and narrowed his gaze at me. He didn't like sarcastic answers, which is exactly why I kept giving him sarcastic answers, it threw him off his game whenever I replied to whatever he asked.
"Mr. Drake," the lawyer drawled out my fake last name, taking a few steps around the pew and glancing at Hana at our table before asking, "there is insurmountable video proof of you stabbing Ms. Song here in the lower abdomen, then taking her against her will. Can you explain why?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, "have you ever been in a firefight?"
He grew quiet as I continued, "because when you have been, then you can ask me that question again."
"Mr. Drake you are evading the question, please answer." One of the judges from the middle table spoke up, a woman with a low voice and wide shoulders. She ran her hand over her forehead and sighed after her comment.
I huffed and replied, "there was an assassin in side the building, like I said before, but he fired and took out one of her friends," I could see Hana look away, "then she charged in to find the attacker, but he blew himself up and so it looked like I was the only one there. She thought I was the attacker and chased me down and we fought. I stabbed her on accident and took her so I could tend to her wounds."
"Her wounds," The lawyer nodded, "why not take her to a hospital and explain your actions to the authorities?"
Shit.
I couldn't just state I was from an alternate reality with super advanced medicines that saved her life and now hospital could've! Argh!
"Like I said," my voice grew dark, "if you ever find yourself in a firefight, then come back and ask me."
"Why are you diverting my questions Mr. Drake? What is it you're hiding?"
"Objection," one of our lawyers stood up, "Mr. Hanson is trying to lead out client with questions unrelated to the hearing, that involve irrational judgement in the midst of a firefight."
The same judge form before, "Objection upheld, Mr. Hanson can you move on with the hearing? We are hear to discuss Overwatch's illegal operations. We will deal with Mr. Drakes other allegations later."
Great. Looks like I had another trial coming up soon.
I hate the UN.
"I apologize Mr. Drake." The man huffed, but the smile on his lips was unmistakable.
What the hell was he paying at….
He then continued, "a few weeks ago you were in South Korea," he motioned to the South Korean ambassador and their president who was also here, "and you caused quiet a ruckus yes?"
He was referring to that damned video with all of us on it.
Well, at least with myself and Angel. Tracer failed to mention if anyone else was on it.
"Yes." I replied, since I had to answer truthfully. I took an oath after all.
"Can you explain why former Overwatch operatives were involved?"
I hesitated, "well, I'm not apart of Over-"
"Which you stated before." He interrupted.
I frowned, "either way, no, not to mention I wasn't entirely sure why they were there."
"So you admit they were there in force and obviously under the jurisdiction of their former organization?"
"I haven't admitted anything." I replied.
"You said, you were not sure why they were there. By they we know you are referring to agents of Overwatch, now, why were they there? Any idea?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
I was silent, and thought about my response carefully before replying, "they were there to confront me about my fight with Hana, but never once was anything said or even implied that they were involved with Overwatch."
I think that was true… I honestly couldn't remember, so I'm not really lying or violating any oath.
"So they confronted you over a simple matter of kidnapping and nothing more?"
I pursed my lips and glanced to our lawyers. They nodded their heads, and I looked back to the man, "all right, well, no. They were after me, because I was after Talon."
Silence took over the room.
Ambassadors, Presidents, leaders from across the globe glanced at one another.
"Talon you say?" the man huffed, seemingly unconvinced. Damn, how much did the UN pay him to just blame us?
"Yes."
"And why were you after Talon? What do you have against them?" He asked.
Bastard was trying to pin me in a corner.
"Well," I growled, "considering that their agents routinely assaulted me and tried to kill Hana, I'd definitely say that these people," I nodded towards my table, "was simply acting in response to such threats."
"So these individuals were indeed acting to simply stop a terrorist organization, which was disbanded years ago?"
"Yes."
"And should the entirety of the UN place it trust in you about this? A man who attacked the very woman he claims Talon was after, and who fought the very agents he is trying to defend?"
Well fuck.
I closed my eyes and sighed, "yes."
"Hmm." He nodded, "no other questions."
Someone sighed and the room shifted, people and leaders talking amongst themselves, guards exchanging glances and the judges writing down on their notepads as I stood up behind the pew.
I glanced around, and unfortunately, saw nothing malicious.
Part of me had hoped Talon owed use some last ditch effort to take us down before the trial, just so we could reveal that they were really behind everything, but they were apparently smarter than that.
By the time I made it back to our table, a new prosecutor had stepped up, this one a skinny man with long legs and arms, his hair slick, and his eyes beady and calm.
He cleared his throat, loud enough for the room to hear, and raised his hands. The voices grew quiet. He glanced at our table, "the jury would now like to call Hana Song to the stand."
I frowned as I sat down, but turned, and gave a small smile to Hana.
She didn't returned it, eyes fixated upon the pew before she looked around at all the eyes on her.
For a famous gamer, you would've assumed she had more confidence in public speaking…
Then again, the past couple of weeks had been… hard, for her.
I sat back and crossed my arms as Hana stood up, her legs shaking ever so lightly.
Whether it was from exhaustion, her crutches, or her nerves, I didn't know.
Slowly she walked over to the pew, her hands tugging at the hems or her dress, a cute light blue and white colored dress, and sat down with a tall, straight back. She paused her lips and with a heavy breath, it was if all her nerves disappeared.
She glanced at our table and winked, a sly smile barley creeping onto her face.
"Ms. Song," the lanky man started as he clasped his hands behind his back, "can you tell me what exactly happened in Korea? When you were attacked by Nathaniel or Talon? Either one."
I narrowed my gaze.
She raised an eyebrow, "what does this-"
"It's relevant because we need first hand accounts of what happened to understand the circumstances of which Overwatch apparently acted upon."
The hell is this guy playing at?
"It's almost as if he's helping you…" Dig voiced, obviously concerned.
"Weird…" I replied in my head.
"Okay…" Hana nodded slowly, then continued, "well, the first time in Korea, we were marching in the Holiday parade, for Christmas and stuff, and someone shot Claire… I chased down the assassin, which I thought was Nate but he had recorded video from his camera that proved it wasn't him."
"And when exactly was this video shown to you?"
She frowned, "not till a few days after."
The man didn't miss a beat, "so are you saying that Mr. Drake decided to attack you rather than show you video proof of his innocence?"
"So much for helping me…" I growled in my mind.
She shook her head, "he tried talking me down. I just… I was emotionally compromised."
A deep breath lifted her chest and she blinked a few times.
I leaned forward on the table.
"So if you were emotionally compromised then, is it possible for you to be compromised now?"
She blinked. I blinked.
Our entire table shifted as Reinhardt narrowed his gaze and stared at the man with fire in his eyes.
"I…" she huffed, "no, i'm not emotionally compromised."
Again, the asshat didn't even hesitate, "Ms. Song are you aware of what Stockholm Syndrome is?"
Hana frowned, "yes."
"And are you aware that in certain, very extreme cases, it is possible for a captive to even convince themselves of false event simply because they fell in love with their captors and created a false history to justify why they took them?"
Well shit.
I knew this was gonna fucking happen.
Actually, we all did.
And we were prepared for it.
Hana straightened her back and sat tall before replying, "yes, but that's not the case. I had my chances to leave, and Dr. Ziegler even cleared me of any psychiatric problems."
"Are-"
"I'm not done," she hissed, her eyes burning into the man's skull, "and I never left, because someone wanted me dead. Have you ever had someone trying to kill you? Someone who's sending the worst of the worst after you to the point you have to run across the planet and rely on a complete stranger just to survive?"
The man didn't reply and stood still.
"I didn't think so." She huffed and sat back, her arms crossed.
"She got him." Dig chuckled.
I couldn't help the victorious smirk.
The man raised his hands, "I apologize if I offended you Ms. Song. It was not my intention, but I have to ask, do you believe Overwatches actions were justified? Or even Mr. Drakes? After all, it was you who was being hunted, not them."
Wait was he-
-she nodded, "they did what they had to do."
"So you admit they were acting as Overwatch agents and not as individuals?"
My grin died. Shit.
"I…" she grew wide eyed, but after a second calmed down and narrowed her gaze, "no, they weren't acting as agents of anything, just good people, just like heroes, you know the heroes you are trying to put in jail."
"Ms. Song-."
"No," she growled and suddenly she pushed herself up, grimacing as pain obviously shot through her still healing leg and I honestly had no idea what she was up to.
She took a deep breath, "you're trying to condemn former agents of Overwatch.. why? they saved the world! Sure Overwatch did some bad stuff a long time ago, but were any of these people involved?"
She motioned to us, "so why are you blaming them? They're helping people! Trying to at least, and the governments are trying to arrest them for it?" Her accent grew into her perfect English as she spoke, and she growled, "Byung-shin-as! Just be happy someone's trying to stop Talon!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"She just called the UN a bunch of dumbasses," Dig muttered, "girls' got balls."
The man was still and glanced back to the prosecuting table. I saw the lead prosecutor shake his head.
The man cleared his throat, "no further questions."
Hana huffed and got down from the pew, making her way back to us with her crutches as the room once more resumed to move, the people talking and discussing Hana's testimony.
"Ms. Oxton, please come up to the stand." A loud voice pierced the others, and I scooted forward as Tracer slid past me and watched as Hana, walked right by our table, her breath slightly labored.
The room was still in commotion as Tracer walked up to the Pew, but my attention was on Hana.
"Hana?" I called, sitting up as she continued up the small incline and towards the doors in the back of the room.
"Hana?" I asked again, this time standing up only for the Angels voice to suddenly speak up from behind me, "Nathaniel sit please, we're needed here."
I gawked and looked at back at her in bewilderment. "Really?"
She rolled her eyes at me, "she's not going anywhere alone, Mei?"
The chinese woman, who was sitting between the Angel and Reinhardt blinked and turned to us as her name was called, "yes?"
The room started to grow quite as Tracers' questioning began and the Angel continued, "could you please go look after Ms. Song?"
Eyes behind glasses looked towards the back, and I shot a glance too as Hana still hobbled towards the back, a guard approaching before whatever she said made him nod softly then back off.
Mei frowned, "okay."
And with that she stood up, scooted by us, and followed after Hana.
Worriedly I looked back again and watched as Hana exited and Mei floated after her, everyone else eyes focused now on the testimony at hand.
"Is she okay?" I asked looking back at the Angel.
Pale skin and blonde eyes shook as she said, "she has PTSD. Most likely being in such a high stress environment is making her uncomfortable."
I frowned and the Angel turned back to the testimony, effectively ending our conversation.
I just hoped my friend was all right.
She couldn't breath. She couldn't see, all she felt was the cool air and the metal walls around her.
It was too much. It too much like that place, and that man… he kept pushing and pushing and… she just… she could only think of his face…
She shivered and suddenly a hand grabbed her.
Her heart shot into her throat and she yelped, spinning on her heel only to lose balance and wobble on her crutches, panicking as the world started to spin!
But something steadied her.
Hana blinked as reality set in and her heart naturally calmed.
Warm brown eyes stared at her with concern.
"Are you okay Nǚshì Song?"
She bit her lip and nodded, "I'm fine." She stood up straighter and glanced around, her eyes looking onto the restrooms.
The building they were in was a massive, UN funded skyscraper. It had at least forty stories on it, large glass pane windows decorated the outside, and steel beams held the monster together.
However the inside was different. The front lobby, which took up half of the first floor and was about thirty feet tall, had been comfy, with marble floors, wooden front desks with secretaries, a fountain in the middle, and dozens of tables and couches spread about for anyone was waiting.
The halls at the far end of the lobby lead to a series of rooms and offices that intersected with another couple of larger hallways that led to the large meeting room where they were at, and at the end of the halls, right before they led back into the maze of offices, were the restrooms.
But of course there were soldiers and guards spread all over the building, lining halls, patrolling the sidewalks outside, and guarding certain offices with sensitive information throughout.
Nate had said something regarding over protective but whatever he specifically said was lost on her
All she wanted was some water.
And so Hana started towards the restroom, her eyes fixated on the fountains before it.
She could hear the steps of Mei behind her, and knew the woman had been sent to keep an eye on her.
Honestly, it annoyed her.
It's not like she was gonna hurt herself! Sure she had awful dreams, and her memories sometimes reminded her of the Conductor and that man… but overall, she knew she was okay now.
No need for anyone to be so over protective of her!
She reached the fountains, and after a moment of adjusting so she could lean forward, pressed the button and let the water flow.
Her lips connected with the cool stream and she took joy in the simple task of just drinking water.
Thunk.
She blinked, her joy interrupted and her thoughts coming to a screeching halt.
What was that sound?
She looked down the hall to her right, back towards the three sets of wooden double doors that led to the meeting room.
All the guards were there, all eight, two which were even talking.
She looked to her left at the end of the hall.
There had been guards here before.
She remembered them.
Where were they?
"Weren't there guards here earlier?" She asked softly, glancing behind her at Mei.
The woman narrowed her eyes and looked past her, then repeated her actions of looking at the guards then back to the end of the hall.
"I can't remember…" The woman replied, her head tilting slightly as she tried to think.
Hana pursed her lips and started forward into the intersection their current hall led into. She looked left, and right, down the two perpendicular halls where there had been four soldiers before two on each…
Her eyes went wide.
There was not a soul in either hall. Nothing but the doors, walls, floors, or tiles.
She looked back, at the soldiers at the doors.
Then back into the halls.
Surely they would've known if something happened? They had comms and had to report in and… after a years in the military she knew that they had to have some sort of communications and check in set up!
Then why did she feel so wrong?
Why was her sixth sense suddenly starting to ring and burn in her chest…
She licked her lips in anticipation.
Was something wrong?
I held my head in my hand and stared boredly at the wall behind Tracer's pew.
As expected she was able to weasel her way out of any questions the prosecution threw at them, and had even managed to throw Talon under the rug even better than either me or Hana had.
Of course it wasn't really surprising since it seemed like Hana had nothing to do with any sort of lawsuits before this and as for me… well lawsuits aren't common in the Last City since we have WAY more important things to deal with.
I rubbed my eye and glanced around.
Most of the delegates were interested though I could tell the guards were bored.
Just another day babysitting for them so it seemed.
You know I wonder if any of them placed bets on what would happen. Sometimes as Guardians we placed bets on how many times someone would die in a certain firefight, or what team would win in the crucible.
My biggest win actually came one time from-
One of the guards perked up and reached for his ear.
From such a distance I couldn't see his face but…
I looked closer.
He suddenly started towards one of the people in the advanced suits or armor.
He stopped before them and if his body language was anything to go off of then-
"Nate."
Dig's voice wasn't warm.
"What is it?"
"The intersections, both of those in front of this building just got shut down, one for construction the other had a semi truck flip."
I kept my eye on the guards and the advanced one in blue and gold, nodded to their compatriot and walked out the doors.
"Please tell me nothing else happened?"
"I don't know but… two soldiers on the roof stop responding for about five point six minutes." He informed me.
"Why's that a problem?" I asked, suddenly feeling my fighting senses… the instincts that tell something very bad is about to go down, started tingling.
"Because according to UN security regulation they're supposed to check in every two minutes."
I felt the weight of Last Word appears under my suit coat.
"Let me guess… this is bad?"
Hana stepped forward, venturing into the empty hall, as her sixth sense stared to wail.
Something was definitely wrong down here.
What was it!
"Hana, I believe we should go back. The other might be worried." Mei voiced from behind her.
She just ignored the woman.
For a moment she wished she had a gun but… well, who would've actually let her walk in here with a gun?
At least the air was clear and-
She froze and sniffed the air.
Iron.
Why did the air smell like iron?
I felt my hand twitching as I looked around.
The guards were growing antsy, and the one who had apparently answered his com before had been talking-to someone for the past two minutes straight.
What was-
"Nathaniel."
I blinked and looked at Angel, her eyes narrowed at me with both concert and suspicion, "is everything all right?"
I looked around and-
My eyes locked with that of one of the prosecutors.
With Mr. Hanson.
"Nate… The power in the lobby just shut off… I have no idea what's going on."
"I do…" And as I looked into his eyes…
I saw it.
Nothing.
How had I not seen it before!
"Shit!"
I stood, Last Word drawn in less than a second, and I aimed, but it was too late.
Mr. Hanson leapt across the table, and in an instant its hand transformed and a bolt of energy flew out.
Someone screamed.
I fired.
Hana spun on her heel, somehow managing to stay upright.
"What was that?" She asked, and she heard the soldiers from around the corner starting to yell then-
Rat ta at ata ta ta ta!
She instinctively ducked even though no bullets actually flew near her. She looked and suddenly Mei was pushing down her dress, a strange blue and white weapon in her hand.
"Wait here!" Mei ordered, her normally calm voice now flustered and agitated. She turned the corner and immediately she ran back towards the meeting room.
Not for a second did Hana hesitate but she stared to hobble when something told her to turn around.
She spun around again and-
Wham!
Her vision went black and she hit the ground hard, her skull banging off it with a very audible thunk!
She blinked and shook her head to clear her vision of the black spots.
Someone then kneeled over her…
It was a woman.
Dark skinned, a half shaved head with dark hair wrapped over the other side and a thick dark purple suit over her body.
She lowered down, her hand coming up and tracing over Hana's lips.
But Hana was sick of this shit.
So despite her leg being in a cast field with nanites, she thrust her knee upward and slamming it directly into the back of the woman.
She didn't stop there even as the woman muttered something in a language she didn't know. She quickly scrambled to where one of her crutches had fallen and grabbed the end of it, before using the entirety of her body to swing around and-
Whack!
The end of the crutch connected with the woman's face, who had apparently been a lot closer than Hana thought.
She didn't know how long the blow would disorient the woman.
Her heart pounded with adrenaline and she started towards her second crutch, scrambling and pushing up on her bad leg to-
Pain erupted through her leg as a foot slammed into it and possibly re-fracturing her bone!
She cursed and fell to the ground, rolling onto her back to face her attacker.
A foot, stepped on her chest, the heel of her shoe digging into Hana's gut.
The woman wiped a speck of blood from her lip and grinned.
She looked down at Hana.
"Pobrecita, Song."
Pharrah spun on her heel as the sound of gun fire erupted from the back halls. Her eyes went wide and she activated her comms, "delta report!"
Static.
She growled, "Echo, move in and secure the front of the meeting area! Zeta what's you-"
"Look out!" A voice screamed and she instinctively activated her jump jet, launching herself to the roof of the lobby.
rat ta taat at at ta ta tand rat!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom!
She looked down as gunfire erupted around the lobby, civilians and soldiers dropping like flies form all around.
Boom!
The front glass doors suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks and fire and Black masks with red eyes poured through.
Her eyes went wide as she floated mid air, "all sectors, secure your ambassadors and floors! Anyone who's not fighting get down to the lobby now!"
And with that the legendary Captain fired her rockets, and launched herself straight into the jaws of battle.
A/N
Hey guys! So its been a damn while, and I'm real sorry about that! Life's been busy and kicking my butt, but I graduated college and have an interview tomorrow! Let's hope that goes well!
Anyway! I posted at the beginning of this chapter about an important A/N… It's sort of related to this story. I'll explain how in a bit.
Okay so for the past week I've been reading fic's on here, and I really recommend "the Life of Hana Song" cause its a neat take on how came to be despite the fact it's not necessarily follow the canon of Overwatch, but! My point is, I've been inspired to write a new story…
However I don't want to write five new stories and have them all fail cause that'd be discouraging and also I don't want to take away toooooooo much time form this fic. SOOOOO I decided to make a poll for this… I'm going to explain my ideas to you guys and I would really appreciate if you vote which story you would actually like to read about, and whichever one wins I'll write! Heck you can even suggest an OC and who knows! ;) maybe I'll wrote your OC in! Okay so here it goes:
Story 1: D'va , or Hana?
This story would be about , about Hana Song and how exactly she came to be into Overwatch. It would start with the canon story, how she's drafted at the age of 19 into the Korean Military and how her life unfolds form there, till, and after she's drafted by Overwatch, and all the consequences of that. It's similar to the Life of Hana Song, but it'll be a lot different cause it'll follow canon as well as I can, but it'll follow the tone of this story in how dark and happy it can be.
Story 2: The Games to end all.
This would be a multiverse crossover. How would it work? Well it would involve characters from at least 12 universes. For example, the Avengers (at least some), Overwatch agents, RWBY characters, Wynonna Earp characters, Halo characters, maybe Harry Potter characters, and who knows what else would be involved. It would be a series of games that revolves around the fate of their respective universes because; only one universe can survive… but is there a darker secret being hidden?
Story 3: The Hunters, become the Hunted.
In this one the greatest hunters of all time, Predator, have set their sights on a group of students from a certain academy… teams RWBY and JNPR…. or at lets what remains of them. Will they survive or will Predator claim a new skull for its trophies?
Story 4: The journey of the Angel and the Cyborg.
This story would be about Mercy and Genji. It would focus on they riles after the fall of Overwatch, what led Genji to forgiving his brother and the events of the Dragons cinematic, and for Mercy it would go about what happened to the prestigious doctor after Overwatch and her fall from grace with the international community.
So thats all the stories! Pleas, please vote! I really want to know which you guys, the readers, would like to read about!
Back to the story! So Talon's obviously now on the move, making their play at the UN hearing. Sombra's obviously involved, snap now Pharah has made her debut. Hana is obviously still a badass despite being at a disadvantage, broken leg and all, and Nate realized too late what was happening.
But what has Talon got planned that they're so confident to attack a UN hearing with dozens of trained soldiers including Helix security forces, Overwatch agents, and Nate who's been causing them a whole lot of trouble?
One impostor obviously isn't gonna be enough… so what's their play?
Reviews:
Hamhjolf Stormcrown: Thanks dude! It's fun to write and any romance won't start till the next part.
mr guy: okay? whatever. Bye :)
Guest: You are correct! It was Sombra!
Is sombra evil: I think Sombra's more of an anti hero, but she's obviously using Talon for her own gains so we'll see what her real play is eventually.
Weeby Physicist: You're talking about when Nate falls on his sparrow form he skyscraper right? Yeah, you're right. Didn't really think it through…
Guest: Haha I like good old curb stomping too, but did I ever say he was the only guardian to be apart of this story? ;) We still have three parts to go after this one! Who knows what awaits in the future.
H20 Ferrum Dominus : Haha thanks man! There was some fun at the beginning of this chapter, but more fluff and fun will be in the next part. This is just kind of chaotic because Nate was randomly, with no plan of his, thrown into the mess that is the overwatch world and well, chaos ensued.
A fan: Each part is a story arc. So we'll have four story arcs, and 1 is almost done, with only one chapter left. Thanks anyway!
Highlord: Well, I'm assuming after the Omnic war and Overmatches fuck up, they have more power than they do in current times, so their threats are more viable than in life.
Guest: How do they not express it in the same way? Cayde and Zavaka do?
Guest: Part two will be in this story. total story will be about… 60… chapters?
The-pomftato932: The second part will still be in this story. Yeah, Mercy is a big pacifist and Nate is very open to killing and even torture, so… they're not going to be very good friends… yet…
General zod: Tracer knew he was in Berlin so it didn't shock her he was hurt, plus she knows he's immortal. Angela couldn't see it because it was covered by his shirt.
halo is bad ass: It's the problem that they are in fact, pretty advanced but Nate though stealthy has been just running and gunning for a while. Most of the time he's not trying too hard to hide.
korrd: oh the UN sucks and it's definitely a publicity stunt.
Sneky: Oh not even close. She'll meet her match.
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this! Some of your questions may have been answered in reviews, but if you have more don;t be afraid to PM me!
God bless and take care guys!
-Metal4k