Dragon Ball Xenowatch

Chapter 3 Well Hello There….

March 27th 2076

Ozark National Park Arkansas

It was a clear morning, the sun had just risen, the birds were singing, the air was clear of the smoke from last night's crash. The peace was disturbed however when an Orca dropship owned by the New Overwatch came roaring into the area.

Winston had briefed his team on their roles in the operation before they all left

" When we arrive in the area we're going to split up. Tracer, and Brigitte are team A, you're more maneuverable than the rest of us, thus you can scout around the area faster. Lieutenant Wilhelm, myself, and Torbjorn shall be team B, we are going to be taking apart the Slipstream when we get there, and find the Chronal Drive, And Bastion will remain behind on the dropship to guard against potential intruders. We won't have the time to take the whole thing with us so the most valuable part of the wreck is all we can take with us, the chronal drive. Odds are that if Talon hasn't learned about the crash yet, they will soon, and that's to say nothing of the UN. So we go in, grab the device and get out any questions?" He asked, looking around the room at his fellow agents.

No One answered him for a bit so Tracer said "Don't worry, you can count on us Winston!"

That earned a firm nod from everyone

"Aye, show me where you need my shield." Reinhardt exclaimed.

"Lets get to it." Brigitte said

"Bop woop" Bastion announced.

"What are we all standing around for? Lets get to it!" Torbjorn commanded

"Alright let's do this." Winston nodded before moving for the exit.

Everyone knew their part to play, and they were eager to get it done. They were all making final checks to their equipment, and making casual conversation before the mission before Athena's voice came from the intercom.

"Arriving in Ozark National Park in 1 minute." She said, as the agents moved to the center of the dropship, ready to move out.

"Keep her safe for me Athena." Tracer turned control over the Orca to the AI, then blinked over to the group.

"I will endeavor for my best Agent Oxton" Athena responded, taking the dropship in for a landing.

Winston cleared his throat "Ok team, you all know the plan, let's get going."

The Ship descended then, with the doors opening up allowing the agents to take a look at the situation on the ground, what they saw shocked them. The earth looked like it had been torn up in a battlefield. Much of the forest had been knocked over or burnt in what appeared to be a massive firefight. Adding to the already heavily littered area was the remains of a Talon dropship that seemed like it had just fallen out of the sky. Dead, and unconscious Talon soldiers were thrown all around the place, some had looked like they had taken the brunt of the Crusaders hammer, others like they had decided to spend the night with Genji's blade. Even a Talon heavy unit was there, though he too seemed like he'd seen better days.

In short it looked like someone had taken 2 Bastion units and told them to do as much damage to an area as physically possible, and set them loose.

"What the hell happened here?" Brigitte muttered as she looked out across the battlefield, and all of the wanton destruction. And the other agents were wondering the same thing.

Intro Sequence Song: Limit Break x Survivor: SevenOneFive

Three hours ago…

"MASENKO-HA!" a golden beam of energy was launched at the ground beneath the Talon soldiers. Those who remained opened fire wildly at Callio, and missing spectacularly, because unfortunately for them, he was inhumanly fast. Moving at a speeds of nearly 30 miles per hour, brandishing his blade, he cut down the weapons of all but one of his remaining foes with incredible accuracy and agility. The others soon collapsing to the ground as the Saiyan cut certain nerve clusters on their bodies as well.

The grunt then looked around to find his comrades fall, and himself being stared down by the business end of an apparently really sharp sword.

"Now this is going to be how this goes down, you tell me what I want to know, and i might just let you live, refuse, and you'll be seeing your buddies in otherworld got it?" The Saiyan asked threateningly.

The Merc then chose the stupid option and fired at the time patroller frantically in a panic.

The bullets barely fazed him however as they bounced off his armor.

"'Groan' Why do they never choose the easy way? I'm not in the mood for this right now" He thought as he used his sword to deflect the bullets, one hitting the grunt right in the head with the flat end at a speed that knocked him out.

Callio moved over to the wreckage himself, and used his strength to pull the thing out of the ground, revealing a bent and damaged object that was glowing a faint blue. Before reaching for it the Saiyan took a moment to catch his breath. His energy seemed to very drained at this point, so he deemed it best to avoid blasts like that for the foreseeable future. But the adrenaline of the fight seemed to restore his ability for a bit at least.

He grabbed the device, and examined it in his hands, he wasn't a scientist, but he could tell when something looked important, so took out an empty capsule from his answer, and contained it. After all, it brought him here, it might bring him home.

He then heard something approaching from his left and he found more of those soldiers.

"Engaging hostile, open fire!" one of them shouted as he opened fire, Callio carried on with what he did before, and took down the entire unit in under a minute, but that was when things started to go wrong.

His ears picked up a distant noise that sounded like the humming of some air vehicle's that were approaching fast. This distracted him from the loud CRACK that came from a sniper rifle that was aimed for his head that only just barely missed thanks to his inhuman reflexes. He looked out in the direction of his hidden enemy, not seeing anyone, not hearing anyone. So he reached out with his ki sense to find the shooter. They were quite a distance away, so he took off in a run to hunt them down, and earned several high power rounds sent down his way. Getting a little lazy he forgoed blocking the fire with his blade, which costed him when he was surprised when a round landed into his shoulder, piercing his flesh and slowing him down a bit, but his momentum was too great to be completely stopped.

"That's not right, I'm practically bulletproof, what's going on here?" He asked himself, starting to get worried. When he finally came onto the sniper he decided he'd have to stop playing nice for now on, his body was too damaged to risk it.

He then kicked the sniper in the head, launching them back into the woods unconscious. He was going to relax when he started receiving fire from the oncoming enemy dropships.

"This is going to be a very long night…" He told himself, readying himself for battle

Now…

Bastion scanned the area, then reported "Boo we whop, wah woooo?" He was concerned about the wildlife that might've been harmed in the chaos.

"I wouldn't worry Bastion, most animals would've left before the fighting, the slipstream would have frightened them off beforehand" Athena informed him, receiving a semi-satisfied series of beeps in response.

Tracer was the first to leave the ship, and bliked over to a dead Talon agent. "Well, we know Talons here now…." She noted, making sure he was dead.

Everyone else left the Orca soon after, taking in the true scope of the damage around them. If they weren't on guard before, they were now.

"Or was in any case…." Torbjorn remarked, "... Looks like we missed one hell of a party."

"There are plenty of Talon around here, but there doesn't seem to be anyone from whoever did this." Brigitte observed

Winston couldn't help but agree in some fashion. "Same plan as before, but stay careful, whoever did this to Talon isn't messing around, if you can try to find what happened here, but do not engage anyone without backup, move out!" He ordered moving to investigate some nearby wreckage. And the rest of the group soon followed their own orders.

Torbjorn, and Reinhardt soon joined him in the search, either taking off to look for the device themselves, or helping one another sift through the debris.

Tracer blinked out after picking a direction, scouting out the destruction, seeing if any of Talons soldiers were capable of answering questions. There were a few still breathing, but not many, and none of them were able, or willing to do so.

Brigite chose the opposite direction to go searching, and found much of the same. This carried on for a few minutes until she heard the distinct sound of gunfire off in the distance. She looked over at the rest of the team and they had heard this too. She, Tracer, and Reinhardt charged towards the action to investigate with Brigitte having a headstart she reached the area first, and found the strangest thing here so far.

An hour and a half ago….

A Talon dropship was falling out of the air spinning, its landing knocking over more of the forest as one of its occupants jumped out, and softened his landing with his ki. Callio had leapt up to the tenth such vessel to arrive here in order to take out its crew before they had a chance to assault him. It was clear that these guys really wanted whatever this chronal drive thing was, and were willing to expend much in their attempt to take it. All the more reason to take it he supposed.

Cal was making an attempt to be a real 'good guy' here and try to kill as few of his pursuers here as possible. After all, there was the very small chance that these were good guys that were simply doing something shady for the greater good, something that the Saiyan could understand. Wouldn't be the first time he'd have to bend the definition of the 'right thing' to do when there was a situation where there was no completely just option available.

The time he spent in the Saiyan army taught him that, he himself always thought being dead was a mercy compared to being a slave in Frieza's mines, a fate that awaited most peoples whom the tyrant decided he'd prefered conquered than exterminated. Noone at the time had the ability to truly oppose that monster, so doing his bidding for a short while was the only option that left him, and his people alive. That's at least what he had always been told, and what he told himself, at least for a while, until he had enough….

Irregardless, though his current foes alignment was currently up for question the Saiyan warrior was starting to get desperate, he'd started resorting to more lethal tactics in order to conserve energy, and finish his opponents quickly, something he didn't enjoy these days but certainly wasn't above.

Two more dropships started moving towards him, and released their passengers before Callio could summon the energy to do anything about it. This time however his foes had brought in the big guns, 4 of them wielded double barreled shotguns, and another came in a large power armored chassis, with twin machine guns strapped to its arms. Callio decided to fall back a bit, give himself more time to see the incoming rounds in order to deflect them and plan his next move.

As the battle progressed he'd felt himself less, and less capable of fending off his foes. And though it may have wounded his pride he'd thought of the possibility of running for it. He couldn't hold them off forever. He would've thought that with the amount of energy he was releasing would've caught the attention of the time patrol, or the z fighters, or somebody that could send help. But he was running out of time, and options.

Moving from the shadows the Saiyan struck his foes from behind, beheading an enforcer, then cracking the armor of another with a strike from his knee. The other soldiers then fired on him as he grabbed one of his enemies firearms, and bolted for cover. He despised using any weapon that wasn't his sword but he needed the range without wasting his ki right now.

His enemies were scanning the forest, unable to see much in the dim light of the barely rising sun. what they weren't examining however was all 3 dimensions of the battlefield, not expecting the lone warrior to leap in the center of their formation from above, landing on the head of their power armored comrade. The large man didn't have time to react when the Saiyans blade plunged into an under armored portion of his neck, ending his life swiftly. The twin shotgun wielders remaining swiveled their guns to face their enemy and hesitated before they realized their teams heavy was already dead, giving Callio enough time to bring his appropriated shotgun to bear on one, and knocking him to the ground dead with a 12 gauge shell. The remaining soldiers then opened fire on the warrior, who didn't move in time as he was trying to remove his blade from the heavies armor, though most of the enemies fired bounced off his own he received a few grazing shots, but one ended up getting his right leg.

In pain he fell off the human tank, leaving his sword behind, and used his shotgun as a crutch to move into the cover of the forest.

"Yup, that's it….. Time to cut my losses, but i am not going to leave my sword behind." he thought. He then took the time work his way to another angle to strike from, though this time he chose to attempt to distract his enemy rather than eliminate.

He charged from the undergrowth, purposefully catching the attention of his enemies, and when all eyes were on him he threw to the ground an extremely bright orb of ki that blinded the mercs, whose eyes were adjusted for low light conditions. The result?

"Gah my eyes!"

"Turn it off! Turn it off!"

"Shit, where are they?"

Chaos, which allowed the Saiyan to make a grab for his sword, and bolt for it.

To Talons credit, their soldiers quickly recovered, and opened fire of him, though because their eyes were still adjusting their aim resembled that of stormtroopers. One getting lucky however, and landing center mass on his armor. Too bad for the Talon soldier however, as that armor was a hundred times more durable than his own at least.

Callio tried to make a run for it, but found himself out of breath, and felt the pain of all the damage he's taken during his fights catching up to him, and nearly blacked out right then and there.

Saiyans are some of the best warriors in the universe, their adrenaline allowing them to ignore pain to a certain degree. However they are not invulnerable, and can only fight for so long even under the best of conditions, and these were far from the best of conditions.

Callio soon found himself on the verge of collapsing before he got very far from his foes, then his enhanced senses picked up the distinct sound of another Talon dropship arriving in the area.

"Can you give a guy a break damnit?" He asked in a exasperated whisper, as he saw 4 occupants of the open vehicle leap out in different directions. They wielded twin blades, and moved quickly. Though thankfully in a pattern that indicated that they were only vaguely aware of the direction he left in.

This left him some time to catch his breath before he made what he realized may be his last stand.

Now….

Brigitte passed by more and more destruction as she neared the source of gunfire. She saw dead talon soldiers all over the place, with various means used to kill them.

Getting closer to the violence she passed by 2 Talon assassins as well, she had no personal experience with fighting these nimble units, but from what she heard she could tell they could be difficult to bring down if you weren't on your toes.

Finally she got close enough to see the source of the disturbance, she came across another clearing, finding several Talon soldiers, including 2 assassins that were attacking a man in an unknown armor design.

"There they are…" She thought, taking a look at the situation.

The man looked like he'd been through hell. He wielded a blade that looked like a form of european longsword, and was currently deflecting bullets with it, much like Genji could, though he had extensive cybernetic enhancements, and well honed ninja reflexes.

A few bullets even found their way back to the men that had fired them, though they weren't going fast enough to do any damage through their armor, and were too inaccurate to be anywhere near any vulnerable areas.

Meanwhile the man was clearly showing signs of wearing out, he began slowing down, and took a few hits to his center plate that managed to block the bullets to a degree. But he then took a grazing shot to his right leg that caused him to drop to his knees with a gasp, knowing this was a perfect opportunity, the soldiers stopped firing, and the assassins charged in, their blades carving a trail on the forest floor, the man looked up at his approaching doom with a glare, and a near animalistic sounding growl that would've stopped a less experienced adversary. However the Talon assassins carried on, preparing a killing blow.

It was at this point however that Brigitte decided to attack, her enemies were out of position, and weren't expecting her, so she then knocked the wind out of one of the assassins when she bashed into one of them with her shield, sending them crashing into their comrade. They then tumbled a few meters, this surprised the two talon soldiers, one of which was then knocked out cold when they received a flail to the face. The other shook off his surprise and fired at the Squire, who then raised her shield to block the incoming bullets.

The soldier was about to grab a grenade from his vest to throw at her when he got blown away when an orb of yellow energy sourced from behind her sent him to the ground dead, surprising her.

The Squire looked behind her to the person who sent the blast to their foe to find the man whose life she was saving with an outstretched hand with an open palm pointed at their enemies smoldering body, panting in exhaustion.

He looked her in the eye, and seemed to be trying to stare her down, as if he wasn't clearly about to collapse. A few seconds later he spoke.

"Who are you… Who sent you?" He asked wobbling, back down to his knees as his arms failed to keep him up.

Brigitte took a good look at him, trying to see if she could make out any identifying marks on him that could tell her who he might be with, to see who he himself might be allied with, but also got a better look at the man.

He wore armor that reminded her of something an ancient spartan might've wore colored mainly in black and red, over a dark blue jumpsuit with a furry belt on his waist, and had a shotgun strapped to his back. The armor had an emblem over the right breast plate she didn't recognize, it seemed to be a large C enveloping a smaller c. It was broken, and bruised all over, proving it was at least proficient at keeping its wearer alive for some time.

The man seemed young, maybe early 20s. Having black spiky hair, and black eyes. The left side of his jaw seemed covered in burn scars. And he had a large scar reaching across his right cheek that traveled onto his nose just a bit.

When she didn't answer him right away the man got frustrated, and growled as he tried to get up, and failed.

"Don't worry, we're here to help." she told him, and catching him when he finally collapsed.

He looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze before speaking.

"Bout…. gods damned time…." he said, before his adrenaline finally ran out, and darkness claimed him.

Outro sequence song: (Far Away) JoporXx (Mark de Groot)

The End

Alright, got this done faster than I thought I would. Hope you've enjoyed.

5/24/2018