Overwatch: The Samurai
Chapter Twelve: Furious Winds
On the surface, the Storm Guard soldiers marched through the streets, the remains of the airship burning in the forest, most of the Talon defectors were dead, the Storm Guard walking through the streets, before arriving at the ruins of the Swiss base, approaching the wall the concealed the hidden elevator. The soldiers stood at the ready, as Sundowner stepped forward.
"Alright boys, listen up!" He declared in a commanding tone. "Through this very wall, is Overwatch's hidden base! As you can see, they will no doubt be ready for a fight! But as you can see…" He then gestured to some of the more elite looking soldiers. "We've come prepared!"
Each soldier looked different; the Hurricane Rhinos wore heavier armor, held heavy machine guns, and had advanced riot shields. The Twister Hawks wore light armor, held katana's and SMG's, and had other gadgets, like smoke grenades, EMP's, and even cloaking technology.
Five of them, however, seemed different. One of them, the Hurricane, was massive in size, wearing heavier looking armor with what looked like thrusters attached to the back, and held a massive axe.
The second one, the Monsoon, was skinny looking, wearing lighter leather armor and a snake mask, had a set of combat daggers sheathed at his sides. Both men appeared as though they were cyborgs rather than humans.
The third one was no doubt an Omnic; simply called Atlas, the robot was massive in size, black with silver linings and had four sets of arms.
The fourth one, Cyclone, wore a helmet that resembled a praying mantis, with wrist blades that extended to his elbows, a set of shock absorbing boots and light armor.
The fifth one, however, was different from the others; she wore black leather armor with the Talon emblem on the left side of the sleeve, and had a submachine gun strapped to her side and held a sniper rifle next to an assault rifle. She also wore a mask that hid her face and had short black hair.
"So, you all know the drill!" Sundowner went on. "Go in, kill every last one of those bastards and call it a day. However, there are certain folks the bossman wants alive; Moira O'Deorain, Sombra, Widowmaker, Shinigami and Project Chaos. Everyone else dies. Understand?"
The soldiers nodded and shouted affirmative in unison.
"Good!" Sundowner smirked. "Now, get these doors opened, and let's see some heads roll!"
The soldiers started working on the wall, Sundowner watching with a menacing grin. From a distance, however, no one seemed to notice a cloaked figure, watching them.
Down below, the Overwatch agents scrambled about the base, all trying to cover any possible points of entry. Meanwhile, Jet was walking with Winston, talking about how to deal with the oncoming force.
"We will need to use the element of surprise." Winston declared. "It helped us gain the advantage over Talon when they came for us back in Gibraltar."
"Just like old times, Winston." Jet smirked.
"There's another thing." Jack said, as he and Ana approached the two.
"The men's morale is low." Ana explained. "They've been talking about how they hear stories about the Winds of Destruction, about how powerful they are. This mercenary organization has stirred up fear in not only Brazil but almost the entire world. They're terrified of having to face such an enemy."
"What should I do then?" Jet asked.
"Remind them that they are Overwatch." Jack said. "Give them the confidence they need to face the odds." He placed a hand on Jet's shoulder. "It's what a leader would do."
Jet, however, seemed unsure. Looking around, he could see the faces littered with despair and hopelessness. Now he was expected to give a speech?
"You can do it, Jet." Winston assured, placing a hand on Jet's shoulder. "It's what Jack and Ana trained you for."
Jet looked from one face to the other, both Jack and Ana nodding with smiles, Winston gave a reassuring nod, then Jet sighed.
"Alright, I'll do it." He nodded. "But first, I'll need some help with the right words…"
Back in the interrogation room, Sean sat alone with Brigitte and Moira, Brigitte giving Moira an angry glare, with Moira sending the glare right back, and Jesse watching from the corner, rubbing a hand against his neck nervously. Sean had a strange feeling that this might not end well, if a fight broke out.
"You can stop with the glares, welp." Moira scoffed casually. "You're not intimidating anyone with that stare."
"You're not taking Sean away." Brigitte said sternly.
"Now you know that ain't yer choice, Brig." McCree spoke up. "If Sean chooses to leave with his ma, then that's his choice. You just have to accept that."
Brigitte made to protest, but halted when she felt Sean's hand on her shoulder.
"You won't have to worry about that, Brigitte." He said warmly. "I made my choice; I'm staying."
"What?!" Moira gasped, taken aback.
"Any reason why?" McCree asked, curious. "Other than the obvious, I mean."
Blushing a bit, Sean looked down at his open hands, gazing at his palms.
"I want to stop Talon." He said, his expression narrowing, as he clenched his fists. "I want to stop them from doing this to other children like they did me. I want to fight." He looked up at Jesse, his expression filled with determination. "I will stand."
"Glad to hear it, kiddo." McCree smiled, before turning to Moira. "Doc, can you accept this?"
Moira was speechless. After all the time she spent, desperately trying to find the son the Talon had stolen from her all those years ago, and he wants to stay? She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, as her head hung low.
"Mother."
She looked up sharply, seeing Sean standing before her, holding his hands out. On instinct, she placed hers in his, allowing him to pull her up, their eyes locked.
"Mother, please stay." Sean said, almost pleading. "Stay and help me. Help me stop Talon, as mother and son."
Moira looked into his eyes, before a genuine smile crept on her face.
"Every time I look into your eyes, I see the son I raised many years ago." She said. "The son who would run around the meadow, laughing as he climbed trees. I always hold those memories close in my heart."
The two hugged, as Brigitte and McCree looked on.
"So, whaddya say, Doc?" McCree asked.
Releasing the hug, Moira turned to the cowboy.
"Let Jet know," She said. "I will stand beside my son."
In the armory, Sebastian Cross was getting dressed in his old Overwatch uniform, by Jet's orders, before looking at his reflection; some parts of his appearance remained the same, asides from the silver hair. He smiled a bit as he remembered the better memories in Blackwatch alongside McCree and the rest of the team.
But his smile turned into a frown, as he remembered the time he was Talon's killing machine, killing innocent people and his former comrades for the sake of some hidden agenda. These memories made him want to break down in tears.
"Hey, Seb."
Snapping out of his thoughts, Sebastian turned to see the cowboy himself standing in the doorway.
"The big fight's about to start." McCree remarked as he approached. "You ready?"
Sebastian nodded, though he seemed unsure, and McCree was sharp to notice.
"Somethin' wrong, partner?" He asked.
Sebastian thought for a moment before looking up at his friend.
"Why did you spare me?" He asked. "After all I've done, all the lives I took, why would you give me a second chance?"
Taking a minute to think, McCree placed his human hand on the pathfinder's shoulder.
"Because aside from Jet and Calvin, I know there's good in you still." He told him. "It was never your own actions to begin with; it was all Talon messin' with yer head and makin' you do things you wouldn't normally do." He then smiled. "And I guess Winston kinda rubbed off on me, because I believe everyone deserves a second chance, as long as they put forth the effort to try and do better."
Sebastian smiled warmly at this.
"Now, if we're done with the sappy crap," He turned towards the door, before looking over his shoulder at his friend. "Let's take down some Talon scum for old times sake."
"You betcha!" Sebastian nodded eagerly, holding his sniper rifle.
After several minutes, Jet and Winston walked down the halls, passing by several agents making their own preparations. Walking through the hanger, he noticed Tracer and the Shimada brothers instructing the soldiers to set up the defense's, then Tracer looked to Jet and smiled warmly. Returning the smile, Jet moved on, with Winston close behind. Passing the gym, he took notice of Hana, Cole and Murasa setting up defensive positions, and noticing how Cole and Murasa were working together; perhaps they had put their issues to the side, or maybe found a solution?
Moving on, Jet took notice of McCree instructing Sebastian along with the other soldiers. About a week ago, after the mind restoration of Amelie, McCree wanted to help his former friend. After Sebastian's mind had been restored, McCree helped him through his rehabilitation, even helped him back with his military training.
Moving to the armory, seeing Junkrat and Roadhog prepping their gear, and seeing Jack and Ana just walking out, both adorned in their outfits and masks, nodding to Jet, as they followed close behind. They were later joined by Pharah, donning her armor and helmet and her rocket launcher in hand.
Passing the medical wing, Jet saw little Gabe helping Mercy prepare the medical gear, with help from Mei, who was escorting Amelie to the nearest medical room.
Moving down the halls, he saw Symmetra and Torbjorn setting up their turrets in spots where Talon forces are more than likely to come through.
He later passed by Reinhardt, Zarya and Sarge helping the troops with their regime, preparing them for the oncoming force, while Zenyatta was meditating with some of them, helping them calm their nerves.. He seemed pleased that Zarya was getting along well with Sarge, despite him being an Omnic.
He passed the robotics lab, seeing Efi make some last minute adjustments to Osira and Bastion, with Lucio doing his best to help.
He later passed by Calvin, Arthur, Karma, Brian, and Sombra, all prepping their own gear and finding hiding spots to ambush their enemies.
Finally arriving at the auditorium, Jet stopped at the three steps up the stage, taking in a breath, he walked up the steps, taking center stage, as the other troops and agents filed in, standing at attention. He could see the expectations on their faces, all expecting motivating words from their leader. As the last of them filed into the room, Jet looked to his peers and friends, all nodding, then turned his attention back to the massive crowd, then began his speech.
"Brothers, sisters, friends, comrades," He started. "We've had our humble roots and beginnings. We've had our differences. For nine years, the world had all but forgotten us. It moved on and we didn't even notice, until it was too late."
Several whispers went about, but Jet continued.
"Because of that, we're left with our backs against the wall and Talon on our doorstep." Jet declared, tightening a fist. "For nine years, we've been forgotten by the world. We know full well who Talon is." He then smirked. "But Talon is the one who forgot who WE are." He then raised his voice. "We are Overwatch; heroes of the Omnic Uprising! We are protectors of the innocent; the answer for all living things that cry out for peace! Terrorists flee when they hear our call, and tyrants fall when they taste our bullets!"
The agents and troops' faces lit up at Jet's words.
"So are we just going to lie down and let Talon have their way with the world?" Jet asked rhetorically, before roaring out," NO! I for one will NEVER give up! I will never bend the knee, just to become Talons puppet!" He then gestured to the crowd. "And neither should YOU! You who have fought with everything you have to ensure peace for both human AND omnic, and we're not gonna let Talon ruin that peace just to line their pockets!"
The crowd roared with applause, but Jack held a hand up for their silence to let Jet continue.
"So gather your strength and courage!" Jet declared with a raised fist. "And let us remind Talon and the WORLD just who the hell we really are!"
The crowd broke out into a roar of applause, as Jet turned to Jack and Ana.
"Spread the word." He said with a grin. "This is the plan."
The elevator doors on the surface were finally pulled open by the Talon grunts, as Sundowner stood there with a menacing grin.
"Prepare the charges," He declared, before quickly reconsidering. "Better yet, give it here."
Nodding, the grunt quickly placed the C-4 bomb in Sundowners hand, as he then approached the opening, sighing blissfully.
"Nine years of plotting," He said to himself, as he pressed several buttons on the bomb. "Nine years of having the blood of my own clan on my hands and nine years of hunting the remains. Finally, it'll all come to an end."
Setting the charge for ten seconds, he held the bomb over the shaft.
"But you were once my friend, my student." He remembers fondly, before grinning wickedly. "And for that, I assure you, I'll make this quick."
Pressing the button to start the countdown, he then casually dropped it, the charge plummeting down the shaft, the timer now reaching five seconds before detonation. As it hit the floor, the timer had reached zero, before…
Ka-boom!
The explosion tore apart the elevator, blowing apart the doors, leaving the entrance wide open.
"Get on down there, boys!" Sundowner declared. "It's open season tonight!"
As the Talon soldiers started grappling down the elevator shaft, the hidden stranger looked from afar, gripping the object tight in their hands.
The soldiers reached the entrance level of the base, the interior dark and deserted. Their weapons drawn, the Talon grunts cautiously made their way down separate corridors in groups, one headed for the cafeteria, another to the living quarters, and the last one to the gym.
One group walked down the halls of the base, before arriving in the gym, looking around, keeping an eye out for any sign of their enemies. After nearly ten minutes of searching it seemed like there was nobody around…
Then suddenly, the music, Black Betty by Ram Jam, started blasting through the speakers throughout the base, causing the Talon troops to aim about.
"Hey, boys."
Weapons at the ready, the Talon grunts looked to see Hana Song, in her combat uniform, hands on her hips and a confident grin on her face, with Reinhardt standing behind her, donning his armor and his hammer hefted over his shoulder.
"Wanna dance?" She asked in a mocking tone.
"I know I would!" Called out a male voice.
"Damn straight!" Followed by a female voice.
Suddenly, a field of purple energy surrounded the Talon Troops, preventing them from moving, then Cole and Murasa jumped from their hiding spots, weapons drawn, as they gunned down most of the troops, although some were able to avoid the energy field and opened fire, the trio of young fighters dodging the gunfire, but Hana was able to call in her mech suit, the suit absorbing the damage while returning twice as much.
Aiming her machine gun, Murasa opened fire, gunning down some of the Talon Troops, while Cole gunned down some of them with his pistol and sawed-off shotgun, with Lucio running along, using his amplifier to boost his friends abilities.
All the while Reinhardt was swinging his hammer about, swatting the Talon troops that were foolish enough to charge at him like flies, while Hanzo fired away with his arrows, with Genji helping out Cole and Murasa.
In the cafeteria area, as the music blasted, the Talon Troops aimed about, looking for their targets, then the counter opened up, revealing Sarge, Zarya, and Mei, weapons in hand.
"Dinner is served, maggots!" Sarge shouted, raising his rocket launcher.
"For Overwatch!" Zarya roared as she raised her particle cannon.
"You guys need to chill out!" Mei declared, before groaning at her own pun.
The Talon troops turned and opened fire, Mei used her endothermic blaster to bring up an ice wall to block the gunfire, with Sarge and Zarya peeking out from behind cover to fire back, while Symmetra and Torbjörn laid down their turrets, while Osira and Bastion added additional firepower as well.
Meanwhile in the hanger bay, the Talon troopers jumped a bit as the music blasted, huddled together a bit, then suddenly…
"FIRE IN THE HOLE!"
Out of nowhere, a motorized tire bomb jumped out towards the troopers, exploding upon contact, killing most of them, while others are simply blown away.
A maniacal laughter echoed, as Junkrat emerged from behind a crate, frag launcher in hand.
"Looks like you guys didn't get the memo!" The junker laughed madly.
As one of the Talon troopers was about to get up and point his rifle, a large hook wrapped around his waist and pulled him sharply, the trooper coming face to masked-face with Roadhog, who then proceeded to blow him apart with his scrap gun.
Pharah used her thrusters to fly out from her cover spot, hovering over the intruders, while shouting "Justice Rains from above!" and unleashing a missile barrage, eliminating the remaining troopers.
From the catwalks above, Sebastian aimed and fired his sniper rifle, taking out some of the troopers, his training returning. Although the other agents were wary of him, Sebastian promised to do his best for the team.
In one of the hallways, the Talon troopers were approaching the medical wing of the base, quickly moving down the halls, no doubt to track down Amélie, as they approached one of the doors.
"This is it." The leader of the group said.
But as soon as he laid a hand on the doorknob, he was hit with an extremely high powered electric shock that fried him to death, his body falling to the floor.
Surprised, the Talon troopers almost didn't have time to react, as one of their own is taken out by a sniper fire from the Specter, who was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, one of the troopers was hit in the head by a sharp, lumpy object, killed instantly, as Karma smirked under the cover of his cognitive manipulation.
As the Talon troopers tried to get a grasp on the situation, Wolf Spider slipped in from a string of web and grabbed onto one of the troopers and slit his throat, and allowing the body to flop to the floor.
"You're not taking her from me again." He growled as he landed to the floor, wrist blades at the ready.
The troopers turned, only to be met with machine gun blasts to the face, as Sombra unveiled her cloaking device, submachine gun in hand and a smirk on her face.
"These guys came all this way just to be killed." She said smugly.
The last Talon trooper tried to flee, only to be met with a razor sharp playing card to the face, his body falling back, as Spider stepped from the shadows, playing card in hand.
"And here I thought these Talon chumps were supposed to be hardcore killers." He remarked, lightly kicking one of the bodies lightly.
"Hmmm…something stinks…" Sombra mused with a raised brow, as she then activated her holoscreen.
In the hallway close to the elevator, Jet struck down a Talon trooper, while Tracer zipped around, gunning down the troopers, with Jack and Ana providing additional firepower, while Winston fried several of the intruders with his tesla cannon.
Sean was speeding around the place, taking down troopers left and right, with various punches and kicks. Stopping for a moment, he noticed a Talon trooper trying to sneak up on him, only for Moira to appear in a plume of smoke and grabbed the trooper with her right hand, the glove glowing purple, sucking the life out of the trooper. Letting the body hit the floor, she looked over to her son.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm fine, mother." He assured. "Thank you for that."
Just then, a Talon Trooper jumped out and was about to open fire, only to be met with a flail swing to the face by Brigitte.
"You should really keep a lookout on your surroundings, love." She remarked with a smirk, then smacked Sean on the butt.
Blushing heavily, Sean looked to his mother, who chuckled.
"Don't worry; couples like to act flirty to their loved ones in relationships." She told him.
Thinking for a moment, Sean thought he might try it afterwards.
"All teams, report!" Jet said into the radio.
"All good in the gym area." Hana said.
"All cleaned up in the kitchen." Sarge exclaimed.
"All taken care of in the hanger." Pharah declared.
"Med bay is cleared." Spider reported.
"Good job, everyone." Jet smiled. "McCree, how're things?"
"All clear here." McCree reported. "Angela and Amélie are safe and sound, and Zenyatta's keeping Amélie calm."
"Good to hear." Jet nodded.
"Jet, you might want to check these guys." Sombra said in a warning tone. "Something's not right here."
Curious, Jet kneeled down next to one of the bodies and opened up the vest to see a serial number. Underneath that number said 'newly recruited'.
"All of these guys are rookies." Sombra went on. "Otherwise, they wouldn't have fallen for the traps or panicked."
"Wait, so why would they send complete rookies to their deaths?" Cole asked.
Jet was in the process of piecing things together in his head; if this was Talon, they would have sent their best operatives to take them on, Reaper, along with several others, would have been present and this would no doubt have been a much longer fight. Instead, these young bucks were sent to die. The only person who would use this level of cruelty was…
"…Sundowner." Jet muttered in fearful realization.
Suddenly, he looked to see a red canister fall to the floor of the elevator, his eyes widening in horror.
"MOVE!"
Acting quickly, the agents quickly moved back, the canister exploding, releasing a red smoke. Suddenly, there were several sounds, as red armor cladded soldiers emerged from the smoke, weapons at the ready, with the superior looking ones at the front, their own weapons ready, the Hurricane's holding his ax at the ready, the Monsoon with his knives held over his head, Atlas readied a stance, the Cyclone's arm blades at the ready and the dark assassin with her SMG in hand, as the Overwatch agents readied themselves for another round.
"HOLD YER FIRE!" A voice called out. "Let's give them time to think!"
Lowering their weapons, the soldiers stepped to the side, allowing the agents to see a certain figure emerge from the smoke, a wide grin across his face.
Jet felt his eyes widen, as he recognized the man before him.
"Well, well; look what the jungle cat dragged in." The man known as Sundowner declared. "Jetstream Lightning; it's been a while."
"Too long." Jet nodded, lowering his sword.
"Jet, do you know this man?" Sean asked.
"You could say we were old friends, kid." Sundowner declared. "Name's Sundowner; one of the remnants of the Lightning Clan." He then chuckled darkly. "Or rather, soon, the last."
Jet glared at him, murder in his eyes.
"Why so glum, chum?" Sundowner said playfully. "Shouldn't you be happy to see me?" He then smirked. "Then again, after how the clan died, I wouldn't be happy to see me either!"
"What?" Tracer said in shock.
"So you admit to being the reason why the clan died." Jet growled. "Not only that, you also sold out to Talon. Why?"
"Because Doomfist offered me something the clan never did." Sundowner declared, holding up a fist. "Power. Power to mow down anyone that got in my way and take whatever I want." He then frowned. "I've held the clan close to my heart for many years, looking forward to the day I would take over. But then you showed up."
"What?" Jet said with widened eyes.
"You were only a weakling, when the clan adopted you." Sundowner explained. "Nothin' but a child. But deep down, children are cruel; you can mold them into whatever you want. And then we trained you, made you strong and efficient at killing." He shook his head. "But then, ole' Papa Legacy went soft, with our killing streak dying down. Even tried to align the clan with Overwatch! It was pathetic!" He then grinned. "So while you were off playing hero, I gathered those that felt like I did and made our move; killed everyone in our way. Mistral, Typhoon, Knives and the rest of 'em, before eventually ole' Legacy."
Jet's grip tightened around the handle of his katana at the mention of Knives.
"Oh yeah, feisty little girl, Knives was." Sundowner chuckled darkly. "Kept going on and on about how you would save them. I took my sweet time breaking down her spirit." He then laughed loudly. "And when she died in that explosion, the look on yer face was all too priceless!"
"You monster!" Tracer yelled angrily. "How could you do something so terrible to your own people?!"
"It was bound to happen, girly!" Sundowner declared. "The clan was already dying! All I did was end the suffering." He grinned wickedly. "I only wish I had done it sooner!"
Jet could only grip his katana in pure fury, as Sundowner went on, his blood boiling with anger. Then suddenly, he started chuckling, drawing a few confused looks.
"I have to thank you, old friend." He said as he looked up at his former friend, his eyes blood red. "Because of this revelation, I've given up any hope of ever forgiving you." His face turned to a scowl, as he pointed his sword at Sundowner. "Sundowner; I will enjoy making you bleed."
Sundowner's sadistic sneer faded, giving way to what looked like a genuinely sad frown.
"For a time though, I did consider you a friend. So in honor of the friendship we once had, I'll make your death quick and painless." He then grinned wickedly. "As for your friends? I can't say the same. But hey; at least you won't have to watch."
And with that, Sundown threw off his trench coat, revealing him to be wearing a mechanized armored suit with several shield-like platforms on the back of the suit.
"You never should've grown up and left, Jetty." He went on with a wicked grin. "For children are cruel. And I'm well in touch…" He then proceeded to draw out a pair of dark grey machetes. "…with my INNER CHILD!"
As Sundowner laughed sadistically, Jet and his comrades readied themselves for one more round, as Sundowner raised his machete.
"Attack!"
Both sides jumped into action, as they charged at one another. The dark assassin immediately went after Tracer, tackling her, the two quickly engaging in a quick scuffle. Having faith in his girlfriend's capabilities, Jet went straight after Sundowner, the two locking blades.
Tracer zipped around the place, firing away with her pistols, the assassin firing back with her SMG, both attackers missing their targets. Putting away her SMG, the assassin pulled out her assault rifle, firing away, as Tracer got behind cover. Flipping a switch, her assault rifle turned into a shotgun, firing off a few shots, partially destroying the cover Tracer was hiding behind.
"Blimey!" Tracer swore.
But as she peeked out, she was greeted with a shotgun to her face, the assassin's expression hidden by the mask. Tracer the looked down a bit, causing the assassin to follow her gaze, seeing what looked like one of Tracer's pulse bomb! Looking back at Tracer, who smiled coyly, then head-butted the assassin, before using her recall ability to get some distance before the bomb exploded, sending the assassin flying in a tailspin before crashing down. Slightly in pain and frustration, the assassin tore off the damaged chest guard, before holding her chest tightly.
"You know, I'm bisexual," Tracer said cheekily. "And I have to say, you've got a nice set of ta-ta's there!"
Having quite enough of the Overwatch agent's jabs, the assassin swung a fist, only for Tracer to quickly back away, dodging the sloppy attack. The assassin threw several more punches, all of which Tracer easily dodged or block, courtesy of her training, before sending a right hook to the side of the assassin's face, cracking her shades and putting a little distance between them.
Pulling the shades off, revealing a pair of brown eyes, the assassin pulled out her sniper rifle and fire, Tracer easily ducking out of the way with her blink ability. The assassin took several more shots, but Tracer easily blinked out of the way of every single shot, before getting close and kicking the rifle out of her hands, then delivered an uppercut to the assassin's jaw, sending her flying before crashing into the ground, the mask landing next to her.
"Sweet dreams, dark princess." Tracer said with a smirk.
But the assassin slowly rose to her feet, then slowly turned, revealing her face. Tracer's eyes widened with shock at the assassin's notable facial features; her brown eyes, the freckles, the lips, everything about her screamed familiarity.
"…Emily?!"
Sean was sent crashing through one of the walls, before skidding to a stop in the auditorium, as the Monsoon followed through, combat knives at the ready, as he lunged for the Chaos Conduit. Thinking quickly, Sean moved to the side, dodging the attack, then throwing a roundhouse kick to the cyborg's midsection, only for the opponent to seemingly split apart, completely evading the attack.
"What-?!" Sean gasped in shock.
With the electromagnetic generator in his body, the Monsoon pulled himself back together before throwing his arm out, the electro force allowing his arm to separate, extending his reach, intending to land a stab on Sean, who managed to recover quickly enough to see the attack coming and dodge accordingly. He continued to dodge three more attacks before the Monsoon extended his attack with both knives, which Sean dodged by bending over backwards, the knives going right over him before going right back to the owner.
Standing up straight, Sean readied his stance, as the Monsoon lunged for another attack, when…
"KEEP AWAY FROM MY SON!"
The assassin was suddenly hit with a great force, his head driven into the ground before being thrown into a wall. Breathing heavy, Moira looked over to her son.
"Are you okay, pup?" She asked worriedly.
"I'm fine, mother." Sean assured. "Though this guy's been giving me some serious trouble. It's hard to lay a hit on him!"
The Monsoon pried himself from the wall, looking up at his targets before raising his knives once again.
"Be careful, mother!" Sean warned. "He can manipulate the electromagnetic force in his body to do crazy stunts!"
"I can see that clearly now." Moira growled.
Their fight beginning once again, the Monsoon dashed forward, extending his arms once again, only for Sean the jump over one arm, while Moira phased through the other one with her Fade ability. Turning towards their opponent, Moira unleashed a dark energy beam with her Biotic Grasp, while Sean launched several Chaos Spears, and though the Monsoon couldn't dodge Moira's attack, which didn't seem to affect him at all, he was easily able to dodge Sean's, his body splitting accordingly, allowing the spears to literally go right through him.
"What the hell-?!" Sean growled. "I can't lay a hit!"
"And he doesn't seem to be slowing down either, no matter how much I drain him!" Moira added. "Just what kind of cyborg are we dealing with?!"
Before the cyborg could counterattack, he was bash by Brigitte's shield, sent skidding across the floor, before looking over his shoulder at his new opponent.
"Let's see how you deal with three opponents!" She smirked, readying her shield and flail.
With three opponents to deal with, the Monsoon pulled out four red smoke grenades, his fingers slinked around the clamps, then threw them out, the grenades exploding and releasing a thick smoke, the Monsoon disappearing in the smoke.
"What, is he running away?" Sean asked.
"Don't be fooled, pup." Moira warned. "The smoke can be used for any assortment of sneak attacks."
As if on cue, the Monsoon lunged from the smoke, aiming to sink his blades into Sean's back, only for the young agent to spin around and jump back, dodging the attack, but before he could counterattack, the Monsoon jumped back into the smoke, before attempting to do the same with Brigitte, who blocked with her shield, then attempted to hit him with her flail, only for the Monsoon to jump back into the smoke, before appearing behind Moira to strike, only for Moira to see it coming, as she sidestepped the attacker, then grabbed him by the arm and hurl him towards Sean, who then sent a hard punch to the Monsoon's masked face, sending his head clean off his shoulders, causing the rest of his body to fall apart, much to their shock.
"Whoa." Brigitte gapped, before looking over at Sean. "You just knocked that guy's head clean off… I'm not sure if I find that hot or scary."
"Uuuuhhh… whoops?" Sean said, unsure himself.
Suddenly, the assassin's head lit up, and the parts of his body were pulled towards his head, reattaching the parts to make his body whole again, then stand up straight, knives at the ready.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me…" Moira groaned.
Back in the cafeteria, Zarya's team was having trouble dealing with Atlas, the massive, hulking, four-armed omnic that towered over them. Although Sarge was able to get several shots in with his rocket launcher, it didn't seem to do much, the omnic's body seeming to be made of some superior alloy.
Sarge fired another rocket, only for the larger omnic to practically slap at the projectile, sending it right back, exploding at the omnic soldier's feet, sending him tumbling back and knocking his mask off, the omnic behemoth stepping on the mask.
"How pathetic!" Atlas boasted. "You're not even a real omnic! Nothing but a loser!"
"We'll see who the real loser is!" Zarya yelled, her cannon firing up and releasing a beam of energy.
The beam made contact, but Atlas charged right through the beam and tackled Zarya to the ground, his four arms grabbing hold of her limbs and holding her up.
"Ooh, a Russian woman!" Atlas slurred, the lights on his head glowing a bright purple before turning red. "What a turn on! I'll play with you until you BREAK!"
Suddenly, the giant omnic was met with a metal fist to the face, releasing Zarya as he was sent skidding back. Zarya looked up to see Sarge, his face exposed with an expression of determination.
"You're right about one thing, tin man." Sarge stated. "I'm not fully omnic; I'm also human. And I'm telling you to step off our turf!"
With a mechanized growl, Atlas charged forward, throwing a punch, only for Sarge to deflect it, then delivered several punches of his own, pushing the colossal omnic back, while also dodging several attacks.
Zarya and the others were surprised by this turn of the tables, seeing Sarge push the giant omnic back.
After several exchanges, Atlas charged at Sarge, the two grappling, desperately trying to push the other back. Taking a daring glance at his limiter, Sarge could see his limit reach ninety-five percent.
"What's the matter?" Atlas mocked. "Running out of steam?"
"You can do it, Sarge!" Zarya encouraged. "Keep pushing!"
"Yes, keep going, Sarge!"Symmetra chimed in.
"Keep going, lad!" Torbjörn added. "I know you can do it!"
"You can win!" Mei joined in.
"You got this, Sarge!" Efi joined in, with Bastion and Osira cheering along. "I know you can win!"
Trying his best to push back, Sarge could see his limiter reach one hundred percent, feeling himself forced to one knee.
"You've reached your limit." Atlas taunted menacingly. "You can't win."
With a grunt, with as much strength he could, he slowly got off his knee, his strength building.
"Yes…I…" He said between grunts, before yelling, "CAN!"
At that moment, Sarge's limiter cracked, showing his limiter reach beyond one hundred, even going over one hundred and ten percent! Shocked, Atlas felt himself be hefted off his feet, as Sarge let out a yell of determination, and with a punch, he sent Atlas flying into a wall, sending the titan omnic's parts into separate directions, leaving only the torso and head, before shutting down.
Breathing heavy, Sarge walked over to Zarya, who was still on the ground, then offered a hand with a smile. Smiling back, Zarya accepted, allowing the omnic to pull her up.
"Good show, soldier." She complimented.
"Sarge, that was AWESOME!" Efi declared happily, as she and the others ran over. "You sent that omnic flying!"
"That was most impressive!" Symmetra chimed in, her hands clasped together.
"You did great, kid!" Torbjörn smiled.
Bastion booped happily, while Osira gave a thumbs up.
"Perhaps we should get you a new set of that." Zarya said, pointing at Sarge's cracked limiter.
"Actually, I don't need it anymore." Sarge replied with a smile. "My body may have its limitations, but when I put my mind to it, there's no limit to what I can do."
"Glad to hear." Zarya nodded, before lifting up her weapon. "Now come! We must provide aid to our comrades!"
With their enemy defeated, the group went off to aid their friends.
Over in the hanger, Pharah's group could hear the sounds of fighting from other parts of the base.
"What the bloody hell is goin' on?!" Junkrat demanded. "It sounds like a war zone!"
"From the sound of things, the intruders must have brought reinforcements." Pharah declared. "We should-"
But before she could finish, the wall burst open, as Sean was sent crashing through it, followed by the Monsoon he was fighting, surprising them.
"Bloody hell?!" Junkrat yelped in surprise, as Moira and Brigitte followed through the hole in the wall.
With a grunt, Sean was able to kick the Monsoon off and over him, the assassin landing on his feet, before looking over his shoulder, as Sean did a kip up and readied a stance.
"You okay there?" Sebastian asked over the radio.
"Yeah, but this guy is tricky." Sean replied. "He can just split himself apart to dodge attacks and that reach of his is no joke!"
"Don't worry; we'll help you!" Pharah declared.
Their fight beginning again, Junkrat fired several grenades at the Monsoon, only for said Monsoon to lean to the sides, as the grenades simply going past him, then the Monsoon sent one of them right back at the junker, the exploding projectile sending Junkrat flying into a wall. Roadhog threw out his hook towards him, only for the Monsoon to jump from the scene and cling onto the wall with one of his knives. Raising his hand, Monsoon's hand sparked with electricity, as he lifted some of the jets in the hanger before hurling them at the agents. Surprised at first, the agents scrambled about to avoid the large projectiles, although Pharah was unfortunate enough to get hit by one of the jets.
Sean skated across the floor, moving accordingly as the jets crashed around him, as he inched closer to the Monsoon, even jumping along some of the metal projectiles that were thrown at him, before the Monsoon jumped from the wall towards Sean, knives in hand, as the two collided into a grapple.
From his perch point, Sebastian aimed his weapon, the crosshairs swaying back and forth over the two combatants, the crosshairs hovering over the head of the Monsoon, then…
Bang!
Trigger squeezed, Sebastian fired a bullet, the bullet colliding with the Monsoon's head, knocking it clean off, making his body collapse.
"Pharah, NOW!"
Utilizing her targeting system, Pharah fired several rockets, each one destroying each part of the body, leaving only the head as the lights on his head flickered.
"About damn time that bastard went down!" Junkrat said loudly as he rubbed the back of his head.
Standing over what remains of their foe, Pharah stepped on the head, crushing it under her boot.
"We should go help the others!" She said. "Let's go!"
Down in the medical wing, Calvin's group was faced with the Cyclone, as the ladder brandished his arm-blades.
"And here I thought this would be easy." The mantis-like assassin cackled. "Oh well, I wanted to shed some blood anyways!"
"That's what you think, bug face." Sombra laughed as she reloaded her SMG.
"You're not laying a finger on our friend!" Karma joined in, pulling out his dagger.
"Not your choice, runt." The Cyclone said. "The boss wants his property back, and that's what he's gonna get."
"Amélie is not your plaything!" Calvin yelled, readying his wrist-blades. "You're not taking her from us again!"
"Us or you?" Arthur half joked under his breath.
The fight began, as the Cyclone charged forward, swinging with his arm-blades, and the agents jumped into action, the Cyclone swinging his arm blades, Calvin shot several blobs of webbing, slowing the mantis-like assassin down. Spider fired a flurry of cards, shredding the assassin's shields, allowing Sombra to land some shots, while Karma got several shots to the head with his slingshot. The process repeated several times, before the Cyclone sped forward, swinging his arm blades in an attempt to cut them up, but they were able to evade the attacks, careful to avoid getting cut up, although the blade struck the door, prompting Mercy to scream, McCree readying his pistol, as the Cyclone removed the blade and peered through the hole with a menacing grin.
"Heeeeerrrrreeeeee's Cyclone!" He said menacingly.
Suddenly, his arms were caught by two strings of web, as Calvin jumped onto his back and pulled, the blades coming close to the Cyclone's neck.
"You're not taking her from me ever again!" He growled, then with one strong tug, he pulled the blades back, decapitating the Cyclone, effectively killing him.
With the assassin dead, Calvin let out several heavy breaths before looking over to his comrades, all surprised at what had happened, before turning back to the door.
"McCree, is everything okay in there?" He called.
"Yeah, we should be fine now!" McCree replied.
"Good." Calvin nodded. "We're gonna go aid the others. You guys hang tight."
As he turned to the others, Spider was the first to speak.
"Kid; remind me to never piss you off." He said.
"After what you guys did, you'd have to try pretty hard." Calvin chuckled.
With their opponent dead, the group made their way down the halls to aid their other friends.
Down the halls, Jack, Ana, and Winston were doing their best against the Hurricane, who swung his ax in an attempt to cleave them in half, though their assault wasn't very effective. The veteran soldiers were able to take out most of the Winds of Destruction grunts, but now they were having trouble with the ax-wielding giant of a man, with their bullets not putting much of a dent in the armor, while Winston's tesla cannon didn't even faze the giant, let alone slow him down.
"This guy is giving us serious trouble!" Jack grunted as he reloaded his rifle.
"Nothing's getting through that armor!" Ana added as she reloaded her own weapon.
"He seems unaffected by electricity as well!" Winston noted.
The Hurricane hefted his ax over his head then swung, creating a vortex of powerful winds, blowing away everything in its path. While Jack and Ana were able to jump out of the way, Winston almost got caught by the whirlwind, the attack blowing away any debris and any Overwatch soldiers unfortunate enough to be caught in the blast.
Growling, Jack looked back at the Hurricane, who proceeded to raise his ax over his head to bring it back down, only to be hit with several rockets to the face, pushing him back.
"Fear not, soldier!" Sarge declared as he, Zarya, Mei, Efi, Bastion and Osira, along with Symmetra and Torbjörn, as they joined the fray.
"We've got you covered!" Zarya said.
The Hurricane turned his head towards them, as if to attack, only to be met with several arrows, throwing stars, bullets and energy blasts to his back, as Hana and her group joined the fight.
"We'll help too!" The Korean Gamer declared.
"So will we!" Brigitte declared as she and Pharah's groups joined the fight.
The fight began anew, as the Overwatch agents were pushing back against the Hurricane, with their new combined efforts, which seemed to anger the Hurricane further, as he swung his ax, much harder this time, sending almost everyone flying, with the exception of Reinhardt. Hana's mech had crashed, leaving it damaged and forcing Hana to eject. Seeing the Korean girl vulnerable, the Hurricane turned his attention to her.
"HANA, WATCH OUT!" Cole and Murasa yelled in unison as they both rushed forward.
Thinking quickly, Hana jumped to one of them, to Cole, as the Hurricane's attack missed, then Murasa used her Phaselock to hold the titan in place, allowing Reinhardt to deliver an uppercut attack with his hammer, sending the Hurricane upward, then Genji, with his Dragon Blade, sliced the titan in half, sending the halves of the mechanical titan to the floor.
"Are you okay?" Cole asked as he held Hana close.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Hana nodded before smiling. "Thanks."
They looked at each other for a moment, before a short cough caught their attention, as Murasa joined in with a frown.
"Look, Murasa-" Cole tried to speak, before Murasa held up a hand before her frown turned upside down.
"Hey, don't sweat it!" She said. "I've got nothing against ya! Just take good care of her, got it?"
As Cole nodded, there was a sudden rain of gunfire, forcing the agents into cover, as the Winds of Destruction pressed their attack, before the agents returned fire.
"Dammit, this makes no sense!"
Tracer was internally panicking now, as she looked at the unconscious form of her girlfriend, Emily. So many thoughts were racing in her head right now. How could Emily be alive after all this time? She was killed by a bullet to the chest that night. Although there were cases of people being confirmed dead when they were still alive, it wasn't that common.
But Tracer couldn't understand how Talon knew of Emily and got their hands on her body.
Putting these thoughts to the side, for now, Tracer pulled out a device and strapped it to Emily, which restrained her, in the hopes that she could be saved, before dashing off to meet the others.
Further down the halls, Jet locked blades with Sundowner once again, as the two engaged in bloody combat, with slash marks across their bodies and bloodstains splattered across the place, as their blades clanged while causing a gust a wind to blow around them.
"Ain't no way you're beatin' me like that, Jet!" Sundowner boasted. "I'm fuckin' invincible!"
"We'll see about that, you bastard!" Jet growled.
Fought as though they were in a dance, Jet's movements were graceful, fast and precise, Sundowner's movements were slow and hard-hitting as if attempting to just finish the fight with a single blow. As Sundowner tried to use his shields as if to deflect any attack, Jet struck down the middle, separating the barrier, then proceeded to cut off the shields, leaving Sundowner without a means of defense.
"You're out of luck, Sundowner!" Jet declared. "You're sheets of metal are no match for the blade of a samurai!"
"On their own, perhaps not." Sundowner admitted, before grinning wickedly. "But what if I do this?"
With a flick of his wrist, a clamp popped out of his right arm, then slammed his other blade into it, his two weapons becoming one, resembling a set of large shears.
"I call this little combo the 'Blood-Lust'." Sundowner declared as he reared his weaponized arm back. "Allow me to introduce you!"
As Sundowner charged forward, swinging his weapon. Jet managed to dodge, though the table behind him wasn't so lucky, as it was sliced in half. Their battle continued as they swung wildly; the attacks that missed sliced up tables, chairs, and anything that got caught in their fight, the two completely ignoring the destruction they were causing.
As the fight was happing, Tracer was dashing their way, intending to give aid to her fellow agents, when she came upon the fight, stopping in her tracks with a shocked expression.
The fight went on, then Jet tried attack with a flying downward slash, only for the blade to get caught in between the sheers.
"Gotcha." Sundowner sneered, then proceeded to twist his weapon, snapping the blade in half, much to Jet's shock.
Tracer gasped, as Jet was sent tumbling to the ground, as Sundowner towered over him menacingly.
"After all these years of plottin' and huntin', it all finally comes to an end!" Sundowner declared with a sadistic grin. "Hope you've said yer prayers, boy."
Jet only looked up at him with an angry scowl.
"Go to hell."
Smirking, Sundowner raised his weapon over his head.
"See you there."
Not wanting to allow her boyfriend to be killed, Tracer dashed into the fray, firing her pistols, catching Sundowner by surprise.
"You're not taking any more lives this day!" She yelled as she speed around the place.
"Damn gnat!" Sundowner growled, as he swung his weapon in a desperate attempt to kill Tracer. "Get outta my way!"
As this was happening, Jet looked down at his broken weapon, a feeling of dread washing over him, feeling as though he had failed to bring justice to the ones he had failed long ago. Looking up, he saw a dark cloaked figure standing before him, holding something in their hands.
"Do not give up yet, Lightning." The figure said as they sat down the object. "You're fight is not yet done."
Curious, Jet removed the cloth, before his eyes widened at the sight of a large odachi blade with a decorated red and black scabbard with a red ribbon tied around the middle, the blade itself having a long, red blade and the handle was in the shape of a dragon's head.
"Legacy has given you one final mission, before his death." The figure said. "Take his blade and KILL Sundowner."
Looking up at the figure once more, Jet asked, "Who are you?"
Light shined a bit from one of the room lights, showing the figure's face to be that of a young woman with dark, burned skin and equally dark hair and blue eyes. Jet felt his own eyes widen as he recognized her.
"Knives?!" He gasped almost loudly.
Nodding, Knives simply turned from him.
"We will meet again."
And with that, she disappeared into the shadows, leaving Jet with the sword.
Seeing Tracer running out of stamina, Jet, with renewed vigor and determination, picked up his masters sword and dashed forward.
"LENA, MOVE!"
Hearing her boyfriend's order, Tracer blink out of the way, as Sundowner turned and was met with a shocking sight, as Jet was glowing with a red aura instead of blue.
"Buraddodoragonraitoningusutōmu(Blood Dragon Lightning Storm)!"
With lightning-fast speed, Jet drew the blade from its sheath and in a flash of red, an image of a serpent-like, red dragon appeared behind him, as he got closer, the dragon opened its mouth, as Jet struck in a bolt of red lightning. As he stood there, the sword drenching with blood, Sundowner let out a sharp cough, as blood spilled from a gash across his abdomen.
"Well done… Jet…" He coughed. "I always knew… you had it in ya…"
And with that, Sundowner fell face first, dead in a pool of his own blood.
Breathing heavy, Jet skillfully sheathed his new sword.
"Jet, are you alright?" Tracer asked with concern in her voice.
"I'm fine." Jet said. "Just really needed to end this."
With Sundowner dead, the two went on to help the rest of their friends deal with the remaining Winds of Destruction, and hopefully start things anew.
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