AN: Alright, so I've been mulling over how to continue this story and couldnt find a (to me) statisfying way. This story is not discontinued, but i will not be uplading every week anymore. For now i plan on at least monthly uploads in hopes that this will prevent me from going straight into writer's block.
I am always open to suggestions, however, and would appreciate feedback.
Chapter 5: The Gauntlet
The Legion's accommodations were mostly the way that Jack and Ana remembered – though significantly smaller. Not surprising, considering they now had only around 400 people to accommodate, instead of the almost 7000 soldiers-slash-mercenaries that the Bloody Legion – appropriately to its name - used to have.
There was still a Tent reserved for the commanding officers as well as the workshop in the same tent.
The combined bar and kitchen tent was also present, though this time in mini-format, only having space for 100 people, but serving alcoholic drinks. Dan and John were to be found there almost every evening, laughing and cajoling.
The medical tent was absent however, as the only medical professionals on site were Dr. Ziegler and, for a short few hours, Baptiste, who they had not expected to stay. But Mercy stayed, making sure the Citizens were safe and healthy, even after Baptiste had left.
The rest of the tents housed said citizens that lost their homes and were lucky enough to encounter the three Legionaries. They were supplied with necessities by Egyptian merchants, who Daniel had convinced to work with the Legion.
Said merchants charged a hefty sum, which was easily sourced from Dan's savings. Despite his swearing.
To everyone's surprise, the government made no moves against the Encampment. They just went about their way, rebuilding the city with the help of Vishkar. They only came to take headcount and ID the refugees, giving out tickets for moving into newly built apartments.
The day after the attack, Dan and Aliprando had an audible argument about the destruction of the Firefly. Most steered clear of it, for fear of their own safety, but John strode in with confidence, getting the two to let it go. For now. Dan was understandably unhappy about losing a quarter of his savings.
Baptiste had arrived early in the morning after the attack and the argument, immediately apologizing to Mercy for arriving so late after the attack. She waved him off, saying it couldn't be helped.
Baptiste went on to help out at the camp, before moving on towards Australia. Aliprando had offered him to join them, but he had politely refused. He was former Talon, to which Overwatch would likely react allergically.
Aliprando and Dan begrudgingly admitted to said point, although, to their surprise, Jack didn't, reasoning that they had previously integrated former Deadlock members and other criminals.
Baptiste politely waved them off anyways, saying he could not leave things unattended.
When asked what said things were, they were met with silence and a shrug.
The next days passed quickly, the camp was emptied of citizens as the government resettled them into the hastily constructed hard-light buildings and the Legionaries broke the encampment.
Dan had further used the Merchants to charter a cargo jet to England, as well as some semi-trucks to transport all their equipment.
They bid their farewells to Jack, Ana and Dr. Ziegler, leaving them with a small box as a means to contact them should they ever need help of any kind.
The box was silver, a golden 'L' engraved on it. "Push the L and we will arrive shortly. Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo." John had explained, grinning.
Such a box had also been presented to Baptiste, but he refused it and said that their common contact would hail them if need be.
The other three wordlessly accepted the gift, also bidding their farewells as they watched the Semi-trucks depart.
They all quietly hoped they'd never be in a situation that warranted an emergency call to the Bloody Legion themselves.
Two days later, London
After arriving in London, they once again set up shop, but this time they bought a factory building in the London Industrial Park, quickly refurbishing the run-down building.
They once more set it up as their forward base, covered under the guise of a soft-drink production plant, under the name of ^Helvetic drinks' producing a drink they came to call 'Legionaries Strength', with an Insignia of a black bird holding a sword in its claws before a red shield, printed on the side.
When Athena inquired them to the reason for this, she was answered with a shrug and a smile.
She decided not to ask again, guessing she'd only get the same answer.
After about a week of stay, the factory already started producing, fully automated and optimised.
Another week later, they got a sudden visit from what turned out to be a former Legion soldier. She was a tall, Dark haired, dark skinned woman with even darker humour.
John was madly in love with her, and was always at her beck and call, much to the amusement of Dan and Aliprando.
Her name was Loreen Macready, former, and now once more, best marksman – markswoman - of the Legion. She was by far the best shot among the legion, but her ferocity in hand to hand combat had earned her the nickname 'Hercules'.
Needless to say, she hated it. Of course, everyone just used it more, stating it was worth the beating they'd get from her.
She had arrived with good news, saying that a lot of the old crew had remained in touch, despite uniformly working as mercenaries once more, for many different employers and companies.
She was the first of many, she stated, on the way to re-join their family of Legionaries.
True to her word, Graham Smith, and his Wife, Madelén Smith arrived later that day with a truck full of combat armor. They were the lead gunsmiths alongside John, always working on something new with him.
This time, they had worked without him, still yielding spectacular results. They had made full suits of body Armor, showing they off as they greeted their Legion brethren.
The suits were resistant to most kinetic munitions that could be fired from infantry, only yielding to calibres meant to destroy tanks, or high-intensity energy weapons, usually found on equally armored vehicles.
John was amazed at their work, but quickly pointed out the fact that the armor was somewhat heavy, making prolonged combat difficult for normal soldiers.
Aliprando threw in the argument that, using this armor, they could use less soldiers to do the same task in the same timeframe, allowing them to waltz through enemy lines with ease.
That, or they used the same team, armored with said suits, making them faster by foregoing the need to take cover.
They all considered the points for a while, ultimately deciding to set the argument down for a while, instead opting to celebrate their reunion with a round of beer.
It did not end with a single round, mind you. With the exception of Loreen, they all got shitfaced.
Another week later, London, forward Legion base 'Helvetic Drinks', London Industrial Park
With the help of John's connections, they had managed to secure enough parts, machines and raw materials to start work on another transport craft. They opted to build three Replicas of the 'Orca' combat operations lander, modifying them with Graham and Madelén's custom armor.
The Transports were now resistant to most Anti-Air defences in the world, although it did gnaw at the jet's loiter-time as well as maximum range, effectively halving both.
That being said, it was still an impressive eight hours, or 15000 km. Of course, Aliprando loved it.
This time, they properly called in to ATC when testing the jet, opting to not draw too much attention by alerting the RAF.
Their little manoeuvre did, however, bring a certain Agent's attention to them, who quickly tracked them down.
She was surprised to find her arrival to be expected.
Aliprando and Loreen greeted Lena 'Tracer' Oxton with open arms, opting not to hold back too much information this time, though omitting their knowledge of future happenings.
They filled her in on current situation, once more omitting the details about how they knew of it, as well as asking her to let them help.
She agreed, although forbidding them from participating in combat until she was sure of their capabilities.
A day Later, she brought Winston along, officially introducing the Legion to the Recalled Overwatch.
Overwatch Museum
The two kids looked up, surprised at the sudden loud Thumps echoing around the museum.
To their surprise, they saw a massive figure approaching – or, more accurately - falling towards the skylight, breaking through it with a loud crash and sending glass shards flying everywhere.
They froze in place, watching what they now identified as massive Gorilla, get to his – her? – It's feet, repositioning what looked like comically undersized glasses on its nose.
It looked at them, smiled, then flinched as a bullet pinged off it's armor. It quickly ran over to them, shielding them with its body.
"Hello there, enjoying the exhibition?" he smiled at them, speaking with his impossibly deep voice.
"Quick, get to cover!" he followed up, shooing them behind a pedestal as more shots pinged off his armor.
They ran over to a pedestal where a young man waved them over, pointing behind said pedestal.
"Quick, hide here kids!" he called, pushing them behind the pedestal.
A masked figure, clad in black materialised from a cloud of black smoke that had floated in behind the Gorilla, drawing shotguns, only to be hit in the arms by the young man's pistol.
"Come on, Emo boy! Didn't get all your spankies last time?" he called at the masked figure, laughing manically.
The gorilla briefly shot the man a glance "Mr. Guerri! What are you doing here, It's dangerous!" he called, shielding his face with the armor on his arm from the sniper.
Aliprando kept shooting at Reaper "Saving your ass, Big Boi, as well as keeping Mr. daddy-issues in check!" he yelled over the gunfire.
Meanwhile, Tracer appeared beside Widowmaker. "psst, what you lookin' at?" she asked the sniper, prompting her to turn and fire at her, simultaneously jumping off the ledge backwards.
Tracer blinked away, reappearing to the left, then to the right, finally jumping after Widowmaker, landing in front of her, pistols drawn and firing.
At the same time, Reaper had entered his wraith form, deciding he had had enough from the annoying young man. He reappeared behind him as he reloaded, only to be punched by Winston, crashing into the suspended Slipstream jet.
Aliprando nodded at Winston, "Thanks. But next time, try to slap him before he shoots you."
Winston shook his head at the remark, out of breath.
Tracer, meanwhile, had had to retreat behind a pedestal, her chronal accelerator having run out of energy. With surprise, she noticed that the two children were also hiding the same pedestal.
"Uh, hi? The cavalry's here?" she quipped sheepishly, as suddenly a thunder of gunfire erupted.
She peeked out, just in time to see Winston go down, while Aliprando's torso was full of holes and blood, leaned against a nearby pedestal, hunched over.
She gasped at the blood, trying to keep the two children from sight.
"Come on, big guy…" she muttered, hoping that at least Winston would be alright after the death blossom.
Winston opened his eyes just in time to see Reaper crush his glasses. He flew into rage, throwing the Masked man into the next wall, again.
Out of sight, Widowmaker had opened the display case of the Doomfist gauntlet, smirking at the easy grab.
The older of the two kids saw her, gasping quietly. As a falling piece of glass behind Widowmaker distracted her, he ran forward, grabbing the gauntlet and hiding behind the solid foot of the case.
Widowmaker turned around, surprised that the gauntlet was gone. She reengaged her IR headset, starting to walk forward, ignoring the roaring and grunting coming from Winston and Reaper.
As she was about to go behind the case, a child sprang forward, wielding the gauntlet, punching her in the gut.
Despite the pain, she stayed conscious, but was thrown back several dozen meters, crashing through various display cases on her way.
The kid was also launched back, although far less than her. Aliprando came up behind him, helping him to his feet. "Admirable, but dangerous. Thank you, still, for helping." He said to the kid, shooing him back behind the pedestal, hoping he wouldn't notice the blood and holes in his shirt.
He looked back at Widowmaker, just in time to see her grappling out the building, with Reaper holding on to her, launching grenades their way.
Thankfully, he missed most of them, the only few that would have hit being shot out of the air by Tracer.
Winston jumped after them as Tracer blinked over to Aliprando and the children. The child that punched Widowmaker offered her the gauntlet with a sheepish smile.
"Heya, luv. Thanks for the assist, the world could use more Heroes like you." She smiled at him, patting the child on the head and accepting the offered gauntlet.
She then grabbed Aliprando and blinked off, after Winston and the two Talon agents.
The two children looked at each other. After a few seconds, they cheered.
"Hey, Tracer! Don't- you think we- should get a vehi- cle to cha- TRACER!" Aliprando tried to speak between blinks.
Contrary to his expectation, she wasn't following the Talon agents, but dragging him away from the scene.
She was furious. First, he had appeared from nowhere, flying Overwatch Transports, commanding a team which called themselves 'Legion', telling them that the Museum was about to be attacked, proceeded to annoy even her by hypering around, only to then disappear, claiming to have work to do, before they could properly ask questions.
She had even introduced Winston to them at the Legion's base in London before they left, only leaving the two Smiths to hold the Factory-turned-base.
Now he reappeared, supposedly assisting them in fighting off the two agents. Even after they warned him of the danger.
"Ms. Oxton, would you kindly let me go?" he asked, crossing his arms as she finally stopped blinking.
The normally happy-go-lucky brit glared at him. "Bugger, how many times do I need to tell ya that its bloody dangerous? I said we could handle it!" she berated him.
He shrugged. "That was barely enough to qualify as mildly annoying, honestly. I had way worse back in the days of the Legion's prime." He said dismissively.
Lena crossed her arms, thinking back to the hole that had gaped in the Man's chest just two minutes ago. "Do tell, how'd you survive those holes in your body?" she asked.
Aliprando, without hesitation, pulled out a knife and stabbed it in his arm. Lena shrieked, jumping back.
He pulled the knife out, showing her his arm. To her astonishment, the wound had already closed and got less visible by the second.
She looked at his arm, then to his face, back to his arm. "Wha- how- Whot?" she finally got out, her arms hanging at her side.
Aliprando shrugged. "Don't know; don't care. Let's get a car and chase down emo boi and Baguettemaker. We won't have all day before they overpower Winston." He called over his shoulder, walking over to a nearby car.
He was about to smash the window in when Tracer grabbed his arm. "No! We ain't stealin' nuthin'!"
He shrugged her off, leaning against the car. "Fine then, lets wait for a magical helicopter to appear and take us with it, after two highly dangerous crimin-"
he stopped when he heard helicopter blades chopping the air above them.
John had appeared in an old Bell Jet Ranger, waving at them from the Pilot side window.
"Hey, guess what I found!" he called over Legion comms.
Aliprando sighed. "Sure, make me eat my words the second they leave my mouth." He grumbled, taking Tracers hand as she blinked up, into the helicopter.
Once inside, he looked at John for a moment. "Also, since when were you able to fly helicopters?"
John chuckled "All part of operative training." Waving his hand.
After only a few minutes, they had caught up with the running Agents. Almost immediately, Widowmaker opened fire on the approaching Helicopter, only to be shot back at by Aliprando, using John's MP7.
John easily dodged her bullets, much to Aliprando's astonishment, bringing them very close to them before the trio ditched the helicopter into the next wall, barely missing Reaper.
Tracer blinked after the Talon agents, shooting them to keep them off of Winston, who was now limping, still attempting to fight them.
John and Aliprando had jumped out at the last second, rolling off on the concrete. John wearily got up, unsheathing his knife and grabbing the MP7 again.
Aliprando also unsheathed his blade, likewise grabbing his Mk. 23. They briefly looked at each other, grinning, then took off after the Talon Agents, who had already moved away quite a bit in the time the two Legionaries took to drag themselves up.
Reaper and Widowmaker had pushed the Overwatch agents into an alley, Reaper using it as a choke point to force them into his shotguns, while Widowmaker took pot shots at them.
Aliprando went straight at Reaper, while John fired away at Widowmaker's general direction.
Widowmaker hid in a window, while Reaper only barely managed to block Aliprando's longsword with one of his shotguns.
He tried to aim the other at Aliprando's stomach, only for him to shoot Reaper's arm, making him drop his shotgun.
Reaper now held the half-cut shotgun with both hands, desperately trying to push back the cackling Aliprando.
The blade was about to touch his mask as Reaper shot Aliprando in the stomach. Reaper entered wraith form, flying away once again, while Widowmaker dropped her poison grenade at their feet.
"Uh-Oh." Was all Aliprando said before it erupted in his face.
Tracer and Winston had recovered, now rushing to his aid, fearing the worst.
John, meanwhile, kept peppering the, once more, retreating Talon agents with incendiary ammunition.
Aliprando was violently coughing blood, curling in on himself. "Fuck that hurts" he gritted out between coughs.
John had stopped firing and was standing at their side, calling Dan for exfil.
To the Agent's astonishment, Aliprando did not drop to his knees, nor did he support himself against a wall.
Moreover, after a minute or so, he stopped coughing, just spitting out some blood.
His face spoke of annoyance as he looked at them. "Well, not doing that again. Why'd you not chase them?" he asked, his face slowly returning to normal.
They looked at each other, astonished. "More importantly, how are you fine?" Tracer asked, having had a taste of Widowmaker's poison herself.
Aliprando shrugged. "Well, Baguettemaker's poison is about as poisonous to me as a bee sting. That being said, I'm allergic to bee stings. But I'll live." He said, waving them off as he picked up his pistol from the ground and holstered it.
Winston scratched his head while Tracer talked herself up to lecture the Legionaries.
"Alright, look. We appreciate yer help an' all, but we had agreed that you wouldn't fight Talon fer now." Her accent shone trough at the end, showing her agitation.
"Moreover, ya crashed a helicopter into a bloody buildin' with people in it, whaddaya think that coulda' done to 'em?!" she was now full-on scolding mode, only getting more agitated by Aliprando shrugging and saying "Well, they're alive and fine, so all's good, no?"
"Bloody hell, mate! We're supposed ta protect 'em, not endanger 'em by crashin' helicopters into their houses!" Tracer reinforced her point.
Winston nodded in agreement with her. "She is right. What you did was highly dangerous to both you, and the residents."
Aliprando lifted his hands "Alright, I agree with you, it was stupid. But for now, let's get out of here before the Police or even the Army shows up. Loreen should be inbound with an Orca any second now." He sighed at the end, bringing a finger up to his ear.
"Hercules, this is Sword, how copy?"
"Sword, call me that again and I will rip your dick off. Copy 5/5, ETA one minute."
Aliprando laughed in response, shaking his head lightly. "Alright, one minute. Let's hope she's faster than the Law."
Tracer huffed, crossing her arms. "Yea, let's. But we ain't done yet, Guerri." She angrily threatened him with a finger.
They scaled the side of a nearby building, getting to the top just as Loreen arrived with the Orca dropship, climbing aboard.
Just in time, as it turned out, as they could start hearing sirens in the distance, even over the drone of the Orca's engines.
"Alright, what now?" John asked them, sitting down on one of the benches.
Aliprando was walking up the stairs to the cockpit section as John asked, causing him to stop and turn around.
"I'd say we split up, with us staying in London for a while. According to Loreen's connections, both Charles and Oregon are currently headed to the Factory. Seems our little hint worked well. We'll get them settled in and equipped, then we'll look for what to do next. It's already November, so our next move is likely only next year. Als- HOLY SHIT"
He was about to continue when suddenly, a hexagonal purple skull appeared before him, causing him to jolt back and almost tumble down the stairs, much to the other's amusement.
He steadied himself and could almost hear his own mind clicking in realisation. "Ah fuck, I forgot to take the HUD contacts out."
John was giggling alongside Tracer, both desperately trying not to topple over.
Winston just looked confused for a moment, seeming genuinely concerned.
The skull had moved from the middle of his field of view to the left bottom, a chat like window appearing in the middle now.
'Hola, Guapo. Thought I'd check in. Nice contacts, by the way.' It read.
Aliprando looked around for a moment, before a virtual keyboard appeared in front of him.
He awkwardly tried to write just by looking at the letters, quickly getting the hang of it.
'Not much, just slapped Emo-Boi and Baguettemaker in the face with a gauntlet. HBU?'
For a moment, nothing came.
'Gracias for warning me. Muchos gracias for warning me in advance next time as well.'
John waved a hand in front of his eyes. "Hello, earth to Ali. You there?"
Aliprando slapped it away. "Yes I am. Dan was writing me over the Contact's text chat. Didn't realise it had one, so I freaked out when it popped up."
He quickly replied to Sombra, 'I'll see if I can do so. We've gotta meet again soon. Christmas, Big Ben?' closing the window afterwards and taking out the contacts, producing the small container for them and putting them in.
"Alright, let's get back home. We've a lot of work ahead of us. Winston, Ms. Oxton, I suspect the two of you are going to return to Gibraltar?"
Tracer shook her head. "Nah, gonna go home and destroy some cakes."
Winston chuckled at her remark. "Try not to eat too many cakes, otherwise you won't be able to eat any more when we celebrate Christmas."
Tracer playfully punched Winston on his arm, quickly regretting it when she hit the Armor plating.
She rubbed her knuckles in pain "I can literally zip back in time, I won't get fat."
Aliprando chuckled. "I think he's telling you not to grow tired of it by eating a truckload, no matter how well Emily makes them."
Tracer looked at him, cautious. "How do you know that?"
"Know what?" he asked, feigning ignorance
"Her name and identity. How do you know it?" she grew agitated once more.
Aliprando spluttered. "I- Uh- pretty sure you told us when we we- were talking at- at the factory."
She did not. She prioritized her lover's safety.
She squinted at him as Winston also grew suspicious.
"I really must ask, Mr. Guerri. How do you know?" his tone became threatening.
John had jumped up at his tone, SMG at the ready, trained at the Overwatch agents.
Aliprando sighed, signing John to stand down in defeat. "Come on, man. We've briefed about this, they're not our enemies."
John slowly lowered his weapon but stayed vigilant, while Winston grunted in annoyance and Tracer was furious once more.
"Alright Guerri, spill it." She demanded, surprising Winston with her change in attitude.
Aliprando sighed. "Alright you know what? From time-affecting dickhead to time-affecting dickhead.
We are from somewhere where you are but a videogame, where the year is – was – 2019. Almost 60 years in the past. Different reality. Different time. Different people. We didn't come here voluntarily. We got dragged here, to a world where the Guerris are dead, for fucks sake. My entire family is gone. At least let me save what's left of my non-blood related family. Let me save the Bloody Legion and by extent, the few people we can save."
John lowered his face into his hands. "Fucking hell, just spill everything, why don't you…" he mumbled.
Tracer looked confused, with Winston scratching his chin.
Winston spoke first. "What you are saying is not impossible, but requires an insane amount of energy to achieve. How did you pull it off?"
The small Legion earpiece piped up. "What the hell, Ali?" Daniel, clearly distressed.
Aliprando tiredly stared Winston down. "I'm not sure. I was not originally from the world I came from into this one. I arrived there and entangled my existence with Daniel on the quantum level, hoping it would anchor me there. And it did for nearly fifteen years, until Daniel was sucked off into this world. I don't know why; I don't know how. But it happened, here we are, stranded, trying to make a fucking difference, with what little we know."
Winston seemed lost in thought for a moment. "But… how do you know about details you have no way of knowing?"
Aliprando was about to reply as Daniel screamed in his ear. "Don't you fucking dare speak any more. This conversation will wait until you're here, and We will explain together."
Aliprando sighed again. "That's… a long story. And I don't have the patience right now. Daniel will fill you in on anything we know so far."
He stood up and stomped to the co-pilot's seat, sitting down and putting the headset on.
Loreen gave him a worried glance in passing, but stayed quiet.
Tracer had sat down in the back, confused about what she just heard, idly watching the equally confused Winston pace around the ship, waiting for the arrival at the factory.
Needless to say, it did not go the way any of them had expected.
Dan explained to them what they knew and deemed harmless for the continuum. They further noticed things that were out of place to their reality.
The terrorists know as White masks had not existed in this world. Apparently, Talon had taken that role in a much more vicious manner.
In connection to that, the Rainbow Six initiative did not exist either, but instead – similar to Overwatch for them – only as a game.
"At least we now know how that feels." Dan had jokingly remarked, but Aliprando seemed not up for jokes.
"Yes. I do. Because It's been like that for me almost all my life, Dan. What do you think went through my head upon meeting the Rainbow operatives, thinking they didn't exist?"
John deliberated for a moment. "Alright, either stupid jokes about the Korean Operator's ass or bullets, knowing you. I bet you aggravated them."
Aliprando waved him off. "That was rhetorical. But it was both, she didn't like the remark."
The attempt at humour did not work as well as he intended, but Tracer seemed to try and suppress an amused smile.
"Alright, Ms. Oxton. Once more, I am Aliprando de Guerri. Current Age is effectively unknown, but I remember at least 40 years worth of memories. I am human in appearance only, near immortal, capable of messing with Quantum mechanics and probability. Also, not entirely mentally stable."
As if to prove a point, he sat down, huffing, cracking his neck from side to side.
Winston and Tracer deliberated once more. "Leaving aside the fact that we only exist as a game over there, I think I get the gist of it," Tracer began, "But I'm not sure I'm liking it. From what I understand of it, your appearance requires an imbalance in the quantum stability, and a subsequent tear in the fabric of reality to then suck you in. Not to mention the fact that you were forced in after Mr. Kessler."
Aliprando nodded tiredly. "Yes, yes and yes. Again, I don't know what exactly happened. Currently I've a few theories, none working or even slightly proven."
Winston seemed to study him from afar. "Hit me." He said.
Aliprando looked back at him. "What? Like, with my fist?" he asked incredulously.
Winston shook his head, chuckling lightly. "No, I meant with your theories."
Aliprando mouthed a silent 'oooh'. "Alright, so first theory is that my counterpart here decided to take the plane crash as an easy transfer to another world. Lots of free energy, lots of kinetic and chemical energy to draw from. Would explain the uncharacteristically small crater from the crash.
The next theory I have, is, that something else interfered. Much more likely, and terrifying, considering I can barely control the little power over quantum mechanics I have. It appears and -if is as strong I think it is - we're toast.
Last theory is that I am your Aliprando, but had my brain destroyed and was transferred to a distant world by outside forces - which would explain my missing memories. The rest is either history from a different world, or information I cannot tell you."
Tracer and Winston looked at each other, quietly, as Daniel continued.
"That being said, there is essentially no point in mulling over that right now. We might find a lead, but no evidence nor solutions. So, we instead decided to help this world, by fighting Talon.
With or without Overwatch, for that matter, because I know that Overwatch will not like the way we- how the Legion does things."
He did not smile as he ended his sentence.
Winston no longer seemed agitated, but instead tired. "So, you have no qualms about killing or endangering people, as you have clearly shown."
Aliprando, to their surprise, laughed in response.
"Holy fucking shit, you giant peanut butter loving penguin! Yes, we do have qualms! Why do you think we're trying to ally with you, if we can't join you?"
Winston was taken aback at the whacky insult, with Tracer jumping to his defence.
"Come on, what kind of impression do you think we got of you after that Helicopter stunt?"
Aliprando was still chuckling, wiping a tear from his eye from laughing "Well, clearly the wrong fucking one my friend." His demeaner suddenly became deathly serious. "We are the Legion, in case you still did not get it. We serve to protect the innocent, cliché as it is, and we'll be damned if anyone gets by unscathed after hurting the innocent."
He stood up again, hands behind his back, half glaring half grinning.
"And I can promise you, on my undying life, we will not stop fighting Talon until it is eradicated. The Legion has enforced Peace in our previous world before, and we will do it again. Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo."
Winston perked up at the Latin motto. "Wait, I've heard that somewhere before. Did the Legion work with Overwatch before the fall?"
John tilted his head. "Yes, we did. But as I recall, you only joined after we disbanded?"
Winston nodded, solemnly. "Yes, that is correct. But our leader, John Morrison, always spoke fondly of you, recounting the defence of Boston and your efforts."
John, Dan and Aliprando all looked at each other, surprised, with a grin growing on John's face.
"That's odd, I coulda sworn he hated our guts!" he exclaimed, his grin ever growing.
Winston shook his head in an amused manner. "Yes, he did at first. But he said that your dedication to protection of the innocents of Boston had inspired him." He paused. "What happened to our version of you?"
Aliprando waved him off. "We don't know. All I know, I already told you."
Winston nodded, mulling over the already shared details.
After a few moments of silence, John clapped his hands. "Alright guys, enough sulking around. What do we do next, where do we go?"
Aliprando scratched his chin in thought, mimicking Winston. "I say we stay here for a while, see what happens."
Dan chuckled. "This time, try not to piss off potential allies again like with Rainbow."