This is just the starting point of the Overwatch side of the story. I would start of within the Team Fortress 2 side of things, that is unless Valve finally gets off their butts and releases the seventh and final comic . And of course, there is all these different heroes and villains pouring into the Overwatch database over the present and future years. So, it may be a while before this fanfiction will be updated again. Regardless, this fanfiction will be looked at continuously, but not as updated immediately as people expect. Just a heads up to avoid all the nitpick of die hard geeks.
What is a hero?
What makes a hero?
How does one become a hero?
A hero can be called many things: A soldier, a firefighter, police officer or even a doctor for that matter. It can their be described a high ranking general or the next world leader.
The point is that the true definition of a hero is something or someone that does an act that is beneficial to the well being of mankind. Someone that is willing to stand up to an opposing force that is hellbent on death and destruction, even if it means that the cost is their own life.
Becoming a hero can be quite the challenge, considering of all of the consequences and trials that will come in the distant future. Yet, they still go into the chaos anyway…..
Why?
Some do it for the glory, others do it for the power and there are others that just do it for the fame. However, in the midst for all the paparazzi and the medals, there is this the feeling that runs deep inside of them. A feeling of seeing the hope in one eyes after lifting them up from the ground. The feeling of seeing smilies of the people after accomplishing a welcomed deed. The feeling to know you changed the world for the better.
The feeling of making the world a better place.
"I remember when I once had that feeling, when we once had that feeling back to when was more of a simpler time"
The genetically-engineered gorilla called specimen 28 also known as "Winston" sits in his abandoned lab in the island of Gibraltar, looking at the various broadcasts of the past decades on his database. He is reminding himself of the good old days, which he misses. Defending the helpless and fighting those who are in league with darkness. He was frightening, yet it was exciting. He got a taste of that again when he fended off some intruders that worked for Talon earlier, along with a mysterious shadowy figure who looked like their leader.
"I do appreciate you pulling up all the recordings, Athena. I wish to get nostalgic sometimes".
"You always like to see these when you're down, Winston. I am surprised that you have not grown tired to these recordings".
"It's the only way I can visibly see them with my two eyes".
Ladies and Gentlemen, Today is a day that will once again, live in infamy. 12 hours ago, omnic variants went rogue, causing destruction in the civilized areas surrounding the main factories where this specimens were being held. Under their independent leadership, all of the major cities of the world have been utterly destroyed and demolished. Thousands of people have been reported hundreds killed, millions have been injured and the numbers are continuing to rise. We are living in a grim time, ladies and gentlemen. All that I can say that this moment is… May God have mercy on us all.
I am Victoria Diaz, reporting for The New York Times News channel reporting live from Times Square, we are witnessing complete and utter chaos here. The Omnics are making their advance to the main center of the square are they prepare to launch their most devastating attack. All that this reporter has to say is-
An explosion is heard
Wait, what was that?! The omnic are being attacked! They are being crippled by soldiers of some kind. This is something that you don't see everyone, but I believe that we are witnessing a miracle! For the first time, mankind is actually winning the fight. Who exactly are these people no, these heroes who have risen up to the omnics?
We have just confirmed from the United Nations that the task force under the code name, Overwatch. This battalion of unusual subjects donning the name was developed from the guidance of UN Secretary-General Gabrielle Adawe and Special Forces Officer James Morrison. Together, they have formed this group in hopes to combat the impending threat upon our lifestyle.
The robots have fallen back, all of the hostile omnics had been destroyed. All of order has been restored, we have been saved by Overwatch!
Today, at the United Nations. The Board is proudly awarding the members of Overwatch for their bravery and sacrifice to save the human race from total destruction of the machines. With them on our side, we believe that we are building a bridge to a greater future.
Winston smiles as this, remembering all of the golden days when the world was once simple and unique, but it did not last for long.
Winston then moves over to another board, this time, showing all the tabloids of newspaper articles and magazine reports, giving evidence to the fall.
OVERWATCH UNDER CONSTANT CONTROVERSY
BLACKWATCH CONSIDERED TERRORIST ORGANIZATION
BLACKWATCH OPERATIVES OR PEEPING TOMS?
DEMONSTRATORS PILE OVERWATCH HQ
OVERWATCH TENSIONS RISE
ACCIDENT AT SWITZERLAND
END OF OVERWATCH?
FARWELL, HEROES
Winston gritted his teeth as he came across the last article. It was an all too familiar feeling when all of the world rejected them. It was like a thought that constantly tortured him with no end.
"You're doing it again, Winston".
Winston moaned at the sound of a familiar voice.
"I thought told to stop analyzing my vitals"
"You always have this negative energy emitting from you sir, even with I were to cease all vital scans, it would be still prominent".
Winston groans at this, his primal rage always tries to bet the best of him.
"Just to get off topic, have all the members answers to the call, yet?"
Only several have responded to the recall after Codename: Tracer responded a few minutes ago. Agent Morrison or Agent Reyes have not responded to the call yet.
Winston scoffed. "Why on earth should they, after they both perished in that explosion in Switzerland".
"I was not aware of that. It appears my system need to be updated."
"Of course, there used to be so many of us, but after the fall, most of them either were killed in action or fell of the grid. It really hit us hard that day they signed that damn act. And now, we're left with only a handful of heroes. Most of them either died in the explosion or became killers for hire. I just hope that we could find some more mind and muscle in our mission. More members that are young and hungry for that sense of justice. I hope I still have some of it left".
Winston looks up to the old picture of him and his guardian... more like his father to him.
"What he said to me that day still keeps me going..."
Just then, An alarm blares over the the entire watchpoint, with red lights.
"Winston, Something has occurred in King's Row, London"
"Pull up the CCTV Monitors around the area!"
The entire screen was suddenly filled with various viewpoints of the area. All of them showed the same thing.
Numorous people were running in the streets with scared looks on their faces. It was a mob of some sorts. Another shows officers and federal agents running toward on part of the street with their guns and radios out, brandished. The main monitor, however, showed the whole thing.
In the middle of a crowd, laid the body of a robed omnic inside a limo, with various men in suits surrounding the area. Panic civilians of humans and omnics were either screaming in fear or crying in distraught. With a closer look, Winston recognized the omnic as the famous omnic monk Tekhartha Mondatta. He has just been assassinated.
Winston could not believe his eyes. He was witnessing an even that could change the relationship between man and machines...again.
"I believe I have located the perpetrator!" Athena chimes
"Put it on the screen!"
A screen pops up to reveal a figure on one of the rooftops, holding a rifle of some sort. This figure is about to board an aircraft to depart
"Athena, focus on that person"
The camera closes up.
"Enhance"
The pixilated image balances out, revealing a woman with cold eyes and blue skin, wearing a set of multi-lensed googles, a one piece revealing type of suit, and has a face that looked so familiar to Winston that he squinted his eyes just to look closer. He claims to himself that he has seen this woman before.
"Winston! I have located the whereabouts of Codename: Tracer!"
One last screen pops up, showing a horrifying sight to Winston.
Lena Oxton A.K.A Tracer, lay on an alleyway, coughing and struggling to get up. Winston's eyes widen when he sees the broken glass and sparks surrounding her chest area. Her Chronic Accelerator has been damaged.
"ATHENA, FIRE UP THE AIRCRAFT AND SET A COURSE FOR LONDON!"
Winston leaped from his office and to the workplace below, firing up his battlesuit and grabbing his Tesla Cannon.
"Sir, do you realize what you are doing, it is bad enough that you have recalled agents from around the world, now you getting involved into something that you could get caught with?!"
Tracer is out there, alone and injured. If I don't make it to her before the police do, she will be apprended by the government and be labeled as a traitor!
"Well, Is there any need for weapons, Winston"
"When push comes to shove, Athena, I am willing to do what ever it takes to save my family!"
Athena pauses for a moment.
"Allow me to upload myself into the aircraft modules. I can keep track of Lena's vitals on the journey back"
Winston sighs in relief
"Thank you, Athena. It really means a lot to me."
If it could, Athena smiled.
The lights of the boarding dock shine to life and the aircraft revs up with power. Winston's gallops into the aircraft with both weapons, medical supplies and tools to fix the machine Tracer was attached to. Athena logs on into the mainframe of the bay and the aircraft, preparing to leave as well.
"Engines are operational and wings have been set into position, sir."
Winston dumps his gear inside the ship and hops onto the drivers seat.
"Perfect, What is the distance between London and this Point?"
"The estimate time of distance from Home base to London is an estimate of 25 hours, Winston".
He growls at this as he pounds his head to the wheel. He knows that it will take quite some time to reach her. Then, an idea sparks inside his head, causing him to slowly come up and turns his eyes to a lever encased in glass, with a red button at the bottom. Above the lever was the word "hyper-speed"
"You can't, Winston. It has not been tested, we don't even know if it works."
The gorilla scientist considers this suggestion, but he shrugs it off.
"For Tracer's Sake, consider me as the first test subject".
The Aircraft engines are at full blast as it levitates the ship and cruises it out of the loading dock and into the night sky outside the island. Winston firmly grasps the wheel with one hand and uses the other to prepare to operate the lever.
"All checks have been made, Winston. The aircraft is in full working order"
Winston inhales and lets out a long whistle. He presses the button, lifting the glass cover and grips the lever.
"I hope all those tests in the chamber were worth it"
Winston pushes the lever.
In a split-second, the aircraft is gone, leaving only a stream of lights behind, before fading out from existence. Soon after, all of the lights and machines of the base shut down, due to Athena being the main source of the base. All of the brightness faded away and the doors locked up for security procedures, securing the now empty base. Or so they thought.
A woman wearing a purple outfit appears out of thin air as the jet lets out a sonic boom. She smirks at the sight of the light disappearing.
"It's like they say, when the cat is away, the mice will play".
She taps into the radio in hear ear.
"Cornelius is gone. You're clear for entry".
A black and puffy streak of smoke trailed inside the empty watchpoint, squeezing through the door cracks and winding through passageways. It eventually makes it's way into Winston's Laboratoty Complex, where it zooms by all the wreckage and debris of the fight that took place earlier that night.
The smoke then grouped in front of a wall, and materialized into a hooded figure with a mask. It lifts up its hand to activate the comm.
"The checkpoint has been reached. What needs to be done now?"
"You don't need to do anything, just give me a sec" a voice with a Spanish accent says over the radio.
The woman in the purple outfit breaks open a data transformer and sticks her clawed gloves into the wires, hacking into the system
"Just an unlock there and a disable here and..."
The wall then breaks apart and opens up, to reveal a secret room. The figure enters, activating his night-vision. He is walking though the safe room with a detector on his wrist, searching for whatever he is searching for. It beeps with a pace.
"Sombra, What exactly is my target?"
"The guys from the top say that you are supposed to look for a rare mineral of some sort. You may not find the entire payload, but it will be enough for now".
"Mineral? You mean like Gold?" The figure askes
"Gold?! (scoff) Gold is a handful of rusty centavos compared to this stuff they want so bad."
"But what does this have to do with the mission?"
"I'm afraid, that's all I can tell you, Reaper. This stuff must be that precious if they aren't telling their troops and agents about it."
"Not even Overwatch knows about this".
"I know, right? A priceless treasure hidden deep within their nostrils, not like the out of the open information that you tried to get from that big brained gorilla"
Reaper growled at this. He hated that monkey. But he had to focus on the mission that was in front of him. He was already thing of the possibilites that could come out of this mineral. All of that potential hidden with the agency, wasted by the effects of ignorance. It's about that kind of power went into the right hands. The rightful hands.
The detector picked up the pace as Reaper came closer to his destination.
"You're getting closer, Reaper. Just a few more steps."
Reaper carefully made his way through the cobwebs and dust that surrounded the area. That is when he had finally found it. In the middle of a room on a convient pedestal, was a mechanism filled with a glowing yellow substance. Reaper knew this was it because his wrist detector was going off like crazy, despite his doubts.
"Is this it?"
"By what your detector is saying, you found it, alright."
Reaper, outraged by the discovery, is about to reach for the object "This is what they sent me here for? This little trinket?!"
"Wait! Don't you'll trigger the-"
Reaper grabs the object, which sets off an alarm blaring throughout the saferoom. Sombra could hear the alarm from outside. She sighs at this.
"Oh, for the love of God!"
She quickly thrusts her hands even deeper into the mainframe, trying to find an off switch.
"Sombra..." Reaper said as he stands in the middle of the room
"Calm down, i'm on it"
A voice booms over the room as automatic turrets and launchers pop out of their hiding places
CEASE AND DESIST, RETURN THE OBJECT OR YOU WILL BE EXECUTED!
"Any time now..." Reaper growled.
"I'm trying, Goddamit"
THE DEFENSIVE ARTILLERY WILL ACTIVIATE IN 3 SECONDS...
ONE
Sombra struggles to shut down the systems but no such luck.
"Your just gonna have to swish you way out of there"
"Great"
TWO
Reaper qucikly evaporatorates and slinks past the defensives and Sombra continues to shut it down. She starts to become extremely stressed of the situation which is a surprise to her, since she always knew what was placed in front of her, but this was beyond her expectation. She eventually throws all reason out the window and fiercely yanks out all the wires, thus shutting down the security system. She taps into the comm.
THRRRR...
All of the turrets and launches shut down and the wall closed, sealing off the room.
"Reaper, are you out?"
Silence
"Reaper?"
Several seconds of silence pass by with Sombra holding her breath
"I'm alive...barely" Reaper saids as he is standing outside the room.
Sombra sighs in relief in this, but also in annoyance.
"Do you still have it?"
Reaper looks at the device in his hand
"The package is safe and set for departure."
Outside, a whirling sound is heard in the sky. Sombra turns around to see that an aircraft is approaching. It's one of theirs. Sombra rolls her eyes. She always hates it when they come earlier that she expected.
"Ride's Here, Reaper"
"On the way" Reaper puts away the australium-filled mechanism and prepares to leave the premises. As he is about to embark, he is stopped by a broken glass picture lying on the ground. A picture of two middle-aged men smiling into the camera. One was blonde haired and wearing a tactical mech suit over a blue trench coat and the other was a black bearded man in an identical suit, wearing a beanie on his head.
Reaper stared at the picture for quite some time. He seemed to be entranced by it, like looking right into the past again.
"Are you here yet, the train is about to leave the station!" The obnoxious Spanish accent voice blurred over the comm.
"I'm on my way, I said!" Reaper snarled before taking one last look at the laboratory.
"You had everything in your hands, and you threw it away for the sake of morality. This world was right to throw you away. It doesn't need you anymore. What is needs is...the next evolution"
With that, Reaper dissolves into black smoke and whisks away, out of the laboratory, without a single trace.
