Dragon Ball Xenowatch
AN- Just a short explanation for something.
In our world, and presumably the world of Overwatch, life energy, chi, ki, chakra, whatever one's term for life energy is a commonly held belief in many cultures in the world, especially in the east, and is what I believe to be a good explanation for the Shimada brothers dragon attacks. In this fanfiction chi, is now being accepted, and treated as a science in the Overwatch world. Though it is a very new, and highly experimental one. On the same level as modern day cybernetics and nanorobotics.
Also, I won't be doing any new story requests for a while. I don't want to lose focus of this one until at least an end to what I consider to be the first arc of the story. And that won't happen for a while. I might consider them as ideas for later, but there are a few roadblocks in that regard.
For example, recently I received a request for a DMC/DBZ from DmcGodOfAngelsXV. I however am not particularly vested in the DMC series, I don't particularly have anything against it, but I've just never gotten interested (Haven't really gotten interested in anything CAPCOM for that matter). It might be a good idea, but I don't know enough about the series to make it any good. Afraid you're barking up the wrong tree, sorry dude.
I will routinely update my profile, and show there what works of fiction I feel I'm fully familiar with the lore (Or in certain cases like Overwatch, lack thereof) enough to write a decent story about.
So, yeah, that's that.
Anyway, back to the story!
Chapter 7 Making friends everywhere we go
April 1st 2077
It had been 2 days on the Overwatch base, and during that time Callio had been bored, very bored. There was little to do except watch the holographic television that had been set up in the room, most of the entertainment programs weren't very good at doing their job, and the news programs didn't tell him much beyond what he already knew, and it didn't help that half of them were in spanish, one of the earth languages that he didn't speak.
Although there was one that did have something interesting to say about his hosts,
"I'm Catherine Black, Atlas News, here to bring you a special report about the activities of an unknown group of people claiming to be the 'New Overwatch'." The screen showed a blurred image of what could only have been Tracer in Numbani.
"As most know, the UN sponsored peacekeeping organization Overwatch was disbanded five years ago amidst a storm of controversy caused by their illegal, and unsanctioned actions across the world. Particularly those caused by the black operations unit known as Blackwatch." It then moved to an image of an Italian news article about an Overwatch attack in Venice.
"As a result all Overwatch activities had been declared illegal by order of the nearly unanimously agreed to Petras act signed into international law several days after the organizations headquarters in Switzerland was attacked by what many speculate was an attempt by Blackwatch leader Gabriel Reyes to remove the sitting Strike Commander Jack Morrison from power." It showed an image of the aftermath of the attack.
"When this happened it sparked great debate around the world around whether it was a good thing or not." it showed a lot of protests on the subject across the planet.
"On one hand Overwatch had saved humanity from extinction during the Omnic crisis, then brought about an era of world peace the likes of which had never been seen before." It showed a few clips of the 'Golden Age' of Overwatch.
"But many people around the world grew to resent the organization. Fearing it trampled over nation's right to self govern. Especially after their actions in Egypt, Italy, and their intervention in the Null Sector attacks in London. Most people began to believe Overwatch was a part of the worlds problems, rather than the people supposed to fix them." It released a tidal wave of images of Overwatch in action at these places.
"And so today many people have been talking about a possible return of the organization after several clips leaked of former Overwatch personnel taking action across the world. According to eyewitnesses they seem to be doing what they are remembered best for today, saving lives." It showed more, mostly blurred images of supposed Overwatch agents fighting, and helping people.
"And so many people have to wonder what this means, are these people acting out on their own? Or have they come together to form a new Overwatch? One thing is for certain though." The TV then showed images of the world in chaos today.
"With the world seemingly on the brink of another crisis, and the mysterious terrorist organization Talon running around causing havoc across the world," it then revealed an image of a several Talon attacks across the world.
"Many people are left to wonder, does the world need Overwatch again?* The screen showed a cover image of a news article with Jack Morrison posing before the Overwatch logo with the subtitle 'Overwatch, friend or foe?"
it made him appreciate that the Z Fighters had been reluctant to reveal themselves and just how powerful they were to the world. You never heard Goku worrying about opinion polls, media coverage, or…. politicians (he grew annoyed just thinking about them). They just fought to defend their homes, wasn't much complicated about it. Maybe Overwatch should consider finding themselves a Hercule to take credit for, and take the attention as well, for their activities.
Not too many people came to visit him during these last few days, except the doctor to come check up on him occasionally, often remarking about how fast he was healing, and requesting his help in understanding how the saiyan body functioned because they needed to know if he was healing correctly.
The Saiyan body plan was similar enough to humans that they didn't need a lot of help in the recovery department, though she was interested in how his cells were able to repair themselves as fast as they did, and how they made him stronger after his injuries.
He didn't know all of the answers, he wasn't a biologist, few Saiyans really were, but he helped fill in some of the gaps.
He also learned that he wasn't the only user of ki on the base. There was a cyborg named Genji that he noticed once in the mess hall.
Out of the thirty people, give or take a few inorganics, on the base he did have one of the higher power levels, though Callio had learned not to trust base power levels anymore, especially after his time in the Saiyan Army he learned of a means to hide one's power, and power enhancing transformations.
On the subject of power, he had discovered something concerning. In the past, in a time when senzu's, and healing tanks weren't always around, even while recovering from such injuries he'd been able to notice most of his energy returning to him.
But now, he didn't feel so much as a tenth of the power return yet. He'd had the time to think of some reasons why that would happen. Most of them coming back to the fact that he'd supposedly crossed universes.
He knew from basic science that the universe runs off of some basic forces. Energy, gravity, magnetism, ki, space, time, etc.
Each of these forces had their sway on how the universe worked. And each had their strengths defined at the beginning of the universe.
But could the strength of these forces in another universe be different?
If the beginning of this universe had occurred even slightly differently, the fundamental forces, and their power might result in a reality where ki itself isn't as strong.
That had been a both fascinating, and upsetting thought.
He'd spent his life trying to improve his strength. His ki was his main means to achieve this. With it he could stand among the most powerful beings in the universe, even without the Super Saiyan transformation. Even able to make the God of Destruction himself put in a tiny amount of effort in a spar. He had been proud of himself for how far he'd come.
Here though? Years of effort! Endless days of training, blood, sweat, tears, and fighting had boiled down to a power level that made Saibamen seem intimidating! The thought that he might have lost so much power was infuriating! And if he had to be honest, it made him feel….. weak, vulnerable. Something he hadn't felt since…. lets just say in a long time.
He found himself hoping that if his theory was right he wouldn't have to stay in this universe for very long.
Regardless, he ordinarily didn't like socializing with people much, but if he couldn't get any training in he had to do something to keep his mind working so now after a while he and the doctor were at least able to hold a cordial conversation.
He was finally able to get out of bed without a wheelchair or crutches now, though the good doctor did insist she be their for support if he put too much pressure on the leg he had a bullet move through, And he still had plenty of bandages wrapping his body, but he at least didn't look like something that crawled out of King Tut's tomb. But luckily he could get around and explore this brand new world, but first he was going to see how much of his stuff was still in one piece.
Doctor Ziegler, or Mercy as some around here called her, was escorting him down a hallway to the armory where they moved his things for safe keeping.
"I still think it might be best for you to stay in the infirmary for a few more days. Even with your… unique biology I don't believe you've healed enough to be moving around just yet." She told him. She was still running tests to see how it was possible to heal as quickly as he had without nanobiotic treatments, most of them pointing to his high metabolism as an answer. It would at least provide an answer for why he seemed to eat as much as he did, as fast as he did without experiencing issues.
"Sorry Doc, but if I was stuck in that room for another minute I was gonna go crazy from boredom." he explained, then looked outside one of the nearby windows to see the outside Overwatch watchpoint "Besides I'm interested in what passes for this worlds Watchtower.".
"Watchtower?" she asked.
"Yeah you know, The Watchtower… Justice League?".
She stopped just outside the armory door to look at him curiously "You have DC comics on your earth then?".
"We do, not sure how much of it is the same though. Never took an interest myself until I found that Netflix function on the TV in the infirmary. I ended up liking the Glitchbot remakes the best." he added.
"Yes well, Gibraltar doesn't have resources of the Justice League at the moment, but we make do with what she can." She finished as she opened the door.
They walked into a fairly spacious room, with the back walls holding several weapons, most of them firearms, ammo boxes cluttering up the corners, and 2 Humans working on different mechanical projects, one of said projects being what was called by the denizens of this earth Omnics.
The Omnic towered over both Callio, and especially the engineer currently in the process of maintaining him. Its left arm, and heavy machine gun were both disassembled and being cleaned. It's big blue photoreceptor tracked the Saiyan as he entered the room. He then made a sound that resembled a 'Hello there!' and waved its still attached arm, allowing the armories current occupiers to notice him.
"Good morning Angela!" said the taller of the 2 engineers, a tall woman, with red hair and blue eyes, wearing a mechanics outfit, as she stopped her project for a moment. "What brings you to our neck of the woods?" She then noticed the Saiyan that had trailed behind the Swiss doctor.
"Good morning to you as well Brigitte. We are going to retrieve our guests equipment. He seems to have made well enough of a recovery to move around." Mercy explained.
The squire smiled, "Ah yes we've put it in the back here, I'll show you come on." She lead them around a corner, revealing that the armory was larger than anticipated.
She then looked to the Saiyan curiously, "So Callio right? What do you think about our earth so far?".
He thought about it for a moment, "Well, my first impression when I got here was being dragged by one of your organizations jets after it slammed into me. Then I crash landed, and not too long after waking up, almost immediately got into a fight with a group of well armed terrorists, a fight that lasted all night mind you, and was then hospitalized for nearly a week. So it definitely could have been better." He listed off his grievances.
Then remembering one extra part "Although I suppose things took a turn for the better when I was saved by a literal knight in shining armor. It might pain me to say it, but…. thank you, if you hadn't shown up when you did, I'd had been in a whole load of trouble." He finished.
Brigitte smiled at this, "Well, that's just what we do. Save people wherever we go. And hey, you shouldn't have to worry about loss of pride or anything. It's amazing what you were able to do to that Talon team. Not too many people can claim to be able to do something like that."
He then smirked at this, "Yeah, I guess I am pretty great huh?"
Torbjorn heard this and groaned "Kära gud, this rock's barely big enough for Reinhardt's ego, don't tell me it's got competition!" This made the others chuckle for a bit. Except Callio, he didn't know this Reinhardt yet.
"So, what do you think you are going to do now that you're here? Doctor Ziegler said you weren't sure how long it was going to be until someone came to bring you back." Brigitte asked.
He tried thinking of something, "I-I'm not really sure. I don't exactly have a plan in place for something like this. I guess I have to just go with whatever happens. Not the most sound idea but it's all I got right now."
Brigitte nodded, then redirected their attention.
"I hope you don't mind but Papa and I did some tests on your equipment to see what they were made of. Your armor was already busted, so we didn't damage a lot more than it already was." she explained while she guided them to a rack where his armor was hanging. It really was in no presentable state.
"Damn…" he said as he picked it up.
He had had this armor since Shenron had brought him to the Time Patrol. Sure it'd been damaged before, but nothing like the condition it was in now. It was beyond repair at this point.
"... Well that's disappointing " Cal said as he put it back down. But then something very small fell out of it and onto the table. Something tiny, green, and on many occasions a lifesaver.
"I-Imposible! How did this get here!" He exclaimed, gaining the attention of his hosts.
"Hm? What is it? Is that a bean?" Mercy asked, looking at the object curiously. Why was this bean so important?
"Not just any bean doc, a senzu bean." He explained, not really giving a full explanation before consuming the senzu. For a brief second confusing the two women.
"Callio, why did you-" she was cut off however when the Saiyan's muscles perked up for a second. The bruising, and damage remaining on his body disappeared as the bandages fell off of him. Looking like there had never been any damage at all.
Both, Angela, and the Lindholms (Torbjorn had walked around the corner to grab something on the other side) looked at him like they'd just seen a unicorn.
"That never gets old, I feel like a million zeni now!" Callio said as he stretched his muscles around, feeling no pain at all.
The Zenkai boost he received dramatically increased his power, which was normal considering he'd been in a near death state for a full day or two. Although, he still was nowhere near his old power level. Giving merit to the weaker ki force idea.
"What….. what just happened?" Doctor Ziegler asked. What she just saw defied medical science as she knew it! There was no way he just healed that quickly.
"Oh, that was a senzu bean. How convenient, I must've forgotten I left one in my armor at some point or another. Anyway, as you can see they restore a person to top health almost instantaneously. " He explained. Though he wasn't completely believing it himself. He was fairly sure he didn't have it with him earlier….
"But, but how? Is this a Saiyan's only advantage? Or is there some kind of nanotech involved?" Mercy was finally coming to realize that what just happened was real.
"To be honest, I have no idea. It may be a bit disappointing, but I learned some time ago to stop applying logic to some things in my life. Saves me the headache." He said. Then turned to her with a smirk.
"If you think that's crazy though, wait for me to show you this." He reached for an object on the rack, one that was found in his armor (Which was odd considering the lack of pockets). It was a small case with the same logo on it as his armor. He opened it up revealing smaller, cylindrical containers within.
"I'm guessing those aren't pills then?" Brigitte asked.
"You'd guess right." He skimmed through the container, looking for a specific one. Finding it, he takes it out of the case, and points what one would assume is the opening of it at a table.
"I really loved that set, but I've learned in my line of work it's best to carry spares." He said as he pressed on the opening, getting it to make a noise, and release a cloud of smoke that slowly disappeared to reveal three spare sets of armor from nowhere, as well as a few scouters of various colorations.
"Hm, those might be useful now that my ki sensing isn't as strong as before, it's not like people on this earth know how to hide their power levels very well. Plus now that the new models function as smartphones, and headsets I'm surprised I didn't think to use them more often." He stopped using scouters a while ago in order to learn how to use his ki sensing better. Eventually just forgetting he had them.
At this point the others jaws we're on the floor trying to process it. After a few seconds the saiyan chuckled.
"Heh, that's exactly what I did when I first saw a capsule in action too." he was getting a kick out of it.
"How is this possible? You can't just do that! You can't hold something that big in somewhere that small! Even if you did it would weigh a ton more than it did when we moved you here. Just one of your armor weighs too much for most people." Torbjorn carried on.
"Really, I'm not sure. I stopped trying to understand this stuff a long time ago. I remember my boss telling me it was something to do with removing the space between molecules, but all the technobable kinda went right over my head." He tried explaining, scratching his head sheepishly in the process.
"Well…. You've seemed to defy our understanding of the laws of physics, and nature since you've gotten here, so I'm just gonna take your word for it." Brigitte answered.
Mercy nodded in agreement, "I'm not normally one to ignore something like this, but considering you said that was your only senzu it's unlikely I'll be able to study it any time soon. Although I'd ask that we take one of those capsules to Winston, this seems like his area of expertise."
"Ok then, when do I get to meet this Winston anyway?" Callio asked.
"We were going to wait until you were fully recovered, but you seem to have taken care of that well enough on your own. So I can take you to him now if you want." Angela told him.
Callio thought for a second, and said "well, that seems like it's probably the best thing to do for now. So, you know, "Take me to your leader" and all that." he then put on a new piece of armor, and a light blue scouter (And felt a moment of…. nostalgia more or less for a different time), and capsulized his remaining sets. Then placing a the container back where it was. He didn't need anything else in there right now.
"Very well then, follow me to his office." Mercy gestured him to follow. "Take care Brigitte, Torbjorn, Bastion."
Torbjorn grunted, the Omnic made a noise that Callio couldn't quite understand, and Brigitte smiled
"You too Doc, see you around. Don't be a stranger Callio."
Callio nodded, then exited the armory, following the doctor out of the building to an outdoor area of the base, it was quite the sight actually, with the sun rising over the mediterranean sea.
On the walk over he spotted several agents going about their business, some he vaguely recognized from that day at the mess hall, he didn't really socialize then, he wasn't exactly a people person.
A few of them were sending glances in his direction as he passed by. The saiyan didn't like the stares and started getting a bit antsy.
"Don't mind them, they are all a bit curious about our first extraterrestrial, and extradimensional visitor." Angela tried to assure him, but he wasn't completely put at ease
"If you say so…." he trailed off.
He was interrupted when they were joined by a large boisterous German man approaching them.
"Ah, our guest grace's us with his presence. You seem to be in much better shape than earlier this morning."
Callio was surprised that someone was coming up to him at all. To be honest he had tried to avoid talking to most of the bases personnel during his stay here so far.
Something of an old saiyan instinct made him feel like standing aside and observing most social groups before trying to interact with them at all.
But the agents of Overwatch were unusually friendly for a group of people who were supposed to be breaking the law by gathering together in such a way.
He supposed it had to do with their main mission being saving lives, and bringing about world peace. They were a lot like the z fighters in that way.
He then realized he spaced out a bit thinking about it when Angela tried to get his attention.
"Oh, right, sorry about that." he responded a bit sheepishly.
"It's no big deal, so are you sure you sure your back up to 100 percent then?" The older man asked.
"Yeah, I'm good. Feel like I can take on whatever this new world has in store for me now." he clenched his fists in determination. "Thanks for asking Mr….?"
"Reinhardt Wilhelm at your service." The knight told him.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you Reinhardt."
After a bit of a talk Callio grew to like the tall man who had then left to perform his own duties, so the doc lead Callio to their destination, a two story building, which like many others on the base was charged into the rock.
The first floor of which looked more like a briefing room than anything else. Callio could make out holographic displays all over the place. The largest of which showed a large map of the world. Highlighting several places as being Overwatch Watchpoints, all but one of which were offline. Showing that this new Overwatch hadn't been around for long enough to reclaim them.
It also pointed out several points of conflict around the globe. A few of which the doctor had explained to Callio when he was in the infirmary.
For example, the second Omnic Crisis brewing in Russia. Much like the first, mass produced war Omnics were assaulting all over, with no clear reason or objective, and already having claimed thousands of lives.
There was a Colossal Omnic due to make another appearance in Korea around this time. Every once in a while, almost on a schedule, it would arise from the sea more powerful than before to destroy as much as it could. Which was worrying as it was barely stopped last time, even when the new Overwatch came in to provide support.
Talon making what was seemingly random appearances around the world. Making assassinations, kidnappings, and spreading conflict around the globe the norm nowadays. No one knew what their true goals were. And that had made it difficult to plan for them.
The Null Sector omnic extremist group that was making a comeback in London, as well as spreading to other areas of the globe. There was evidence of their group spreading in places like Paris, Budapest, and Bagdad, among others.
The citizens of the cities of Detroit, Barcelona, and Istanbul were almost in open revolt against the Vishkar corporation that had basically taken over their cities. The economic oppression, and almost slave labor like conditions became almost too much to bear.
There were rumors in Japan about a struggle between crime families, and other organizations to claim the assets left behind in a power vacuum made when the Shimada clan was brought down. And the local government were becoming corrupted, or mysteriously being killed off, leaving the streets vulnerable to all out gang wars in the middle of the day. Fights between new clans, street gangs, and the Yakuza occurred almost every night.
Helix, the organization that had tried to fill in Overwatch's shoes (Rather poorly one might add), was collapsing as the places they took over around the world were lost to Talon, their security was compromised, and their leadership became more, and more corrupt by the day, and some believed they had performed more black ops in the last few days alone than the old Overwatch ever did in its entire existence.
The world's environment was deteriorating faster than most scientists had predicted, and no one was sure why. Polar ice caps were melting at an alarming rate, and coastal cities were having to build flood gates higher and higher. Some in poorer areas just couldn't keep up, and were losing ground to the sea.
And in Australia, the income disparity between those that lived on the east coast in major cities, and those that lived in the heavily irradiated parts of the rest of the country (especially the outback) had grown so great that many feared a full blown civil war, and the chaos that comes with one.
That's not even the half of it. All in all, the world was going up in flames. And it needed people to help put it out.
Callio realized he probably didn't have any right to get involved in this worlds affairs, but if he was going to stay here very long he'd prefer it didn't look like a shit show everywhere he turned.
While he was here he might as well help try to fix things. He didn't have the same power as he had before, so it wouldn't be easy, but as Goku once told him-
"I think things would be pretty boring if it were always easy. I mean, it feels good to stop bad guys and all, but if they weren't very strong we would never have a challenge, and I couldn't imagine having to live life without one."
Mercy's voice brought him back to the present, "Winston, I've brought our guest, he'd like to speak with you." She called out to the second story where a large silhouette shaped unlike a human turned to them, then walked out of his office.
Once the shadows we're left behind it was revealed to belong to what appeared to be a gorilla wearing glasses. This wasn't very unusual to the Saiyan, who spent most of his early life in outer space, seeing many strange life forms. Of all shapes and sizes.
He also remembered Bubbles from King Kai's planet who, though couldn't speak Galactic Basic, was fully sentient.
And during his time on his earth he'd also encountered talking cats, dogs, and a pterodactyl. So this wasn't that weird.
"Ah, hello there, I wasn't expecting you to have recovered so quickly. As you've heard my name is Winston, and I more or less run things around here. Let me welcome you to our world." He extended his hand to shake, and the saiyan complied.
"Well, it's good to feel welcomed, and thanks for the hospitality" he replied. Winston smiled.
"Don't mention it, we were just doing the right thing. So, Doctor Ziegler told me about your situation, and I have to ask, now that your here, and you don't know that you can leave any time soon, do you have any idea what you are going to do?" Winston asked.
"Well, I'm not completely sure. But I want to try to help you out if I can. If I'm gonna stay here long I want to pull my own weight. Plus, it won't hurt to try help and fix this world's problems a bit" He explained.
This surprised Winston, and Mercy. "R-Really? It would be great to have you with us, if you were responsible for half of what happened to Talon out there. But still, it is dangerous, out there. Are you sure this is what you want?"
Winston wasn't entirely sure about including an almost complete stranger into the organization that was still on shaky ground. Everyone else on the base were either old Overwatch agents, or had backgrounds they could check into.
For Callio they had nothing but his word, some strange tech, and a lot of temporal radiation running around the place he showed up. He could end up being another Reyes in the making. Or worst, for all they knew.
But they were massively short on personnel, and he'd done nothing yet to do them wrong, plus they could really use that kind of firepower.
"I'm sure. I'm no stranger to danger anyway. Besides even with about 30 odd people around you can never have too much much help saving the world." the saiyan said, confusing the others.
"Where did you get that number from? We only have about twelve people on the base." Winston asked.
"I've got an ability to sense people's life energy. Plus I've got my scouter here able to confirm it." he said tapping the device. It made a beeping noise, changing different images on it until settling on one.
"Yup, about 36 human life signs nearby to be exact." He nodded in confirmation.
"That doesn't make any sense, if you're right then who are-" Winston was cut off by the electronics, including the lights in the room going out.
Callio was able to make out a whisper with his saiyan hearing the others couldn't.
"Apagando las luces".
He then remarked, "Aw…. crapbaskets"
On the outside Overwatch agents were noticing the problem very quickly. Especially when they started getting shot at by previously concealed Talon agents.
Of course, being who they were, these initial attackers were dealt with with ease. But they did provide a decent enough distraction for Talon dropships to try and make a move while the main defences were offline.
Very quickly Gibraltar was swarmed by mercenaries trying to take a piece out of them all. The base was turned upside down as they looked for something in particular. All the while being fought back by the very unwelcoming Overwatch agents, and Callio. Most of the time being curb stomped, even with the support of specialist units.
Callio had just finished off another team of Talon units with ease just outside of Winston's office (Thanks to being back up to full strength), dodging, and even catching bullets. He didn't think to bring his blade, or new shotgun with him, so he was content going back to the basics, those being kicking their asses with punches and kicks, grinning like a maniac all the while.
"Nothing like beating on some low life vermin to relieve some stress." he thought.
Most Overwatch agents didn't seem too choked up about killing them, so he wasn't being extra careful about application of force. Though he was restraining himself from showing everything he could do.
You never know who could be watching…. and learning.
Mercy approached him from behind. "Callio, are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine doc, that's more than I can say for them though." he gestured to a Talon team he had dealt with. "Where's Winston?" he realized their Gorilla friend wasn't there.
"He stayed behind in his lab. Last time there was an attack like this Talon tried to steal data from our main computer so it is probably for the best to have someone protect it." she explained.
The answer was him. "Well, more action for us I guess. What now?" He looked around for any more hostiles.
"Now we go see if the others need help. Can you direct us to the largest concentration of combat here?" she asked him.
He nodded, "Yeah this way!" he lead her deeper into the base. Unaware they were being followed in the shadows by an ominous black smoke.
They had made it about as far as the mainframe before encountering more enemies. This time they received some help when they were joined by agents Oxton, and Mcree.
"Ha!" Callio punched a grunt hard enough in the jaw to send them into the air spinning, then landing on one of their comrades. He then moved at a speed overcome only by Tracer's blink, and sparta kicked another, causing them to fly back several meters into a wall, denting it a bit.
"Welcome to the party loves!" Tracer said when they were finished.
"This is pretty ballsy, even for Talon, straight up attacking us like this and all. Who wants to bet they're here for a reason besides wasting bodies?" Mcree suggested.
Mercy nodded "That's sounds right. They are here for another reason, question is what?" She wondered.
"You said Winston has that main computer covered. Is there anything else valuable here?" Callio asked.
"Nothing Talon couldn't find elsewhere. And with less casualties."Mcree said.
"Maybe they think we got the Chronal Drive. They wouldn't have still been at the crash site by the time we got there if they did." Tracer stated.
"But it wasn't there when we got there either, so it can't be that." Mcree continued. But this caused a lightbulb to go off above Callio's head.
"Wait a second. Chonal Drive? Weird metallic, glowing blue Chronal Drive?" He asked.
"Yeah, sounds about right." Tracer confirmed, "Why?"
He then remembered he left it in one of his capsules.
Inside his capsule case.
On the other side of the base.
Where he sensed the next largest concentration of Talon intruders.
"Oh…. shit"
"They're after my capsule case. When I got here Isaw Talon looking at it like it was real important. I capsulized it for safekeeping. They must have realized I brought it with me" He realized. Tracer, and Mcree didn't now what capsules were yet, but Marcy did. And she was worried.
"Then we must get to the armory now." She commanded, and the others followed her.
Callio was about to go with them when he heard something that caught his attention. He heard a dark cackling laughter.
He looked around for the source, and saw a trace of a black cloud turn around a corner, in the opposite direction of his new comrades, and the armory.
He didn't like the feeling this put in his gut. It made him especially concerned when he realized that, though he sensed this cloud had ki, it felt….. wrong.
He knew that with his powers being what they were, it probably was for the best not to go in alone, but he'd never been one to shy away from danger. Plus there wasn't much this world had thrown at him that had shown it could hurt him back at full health . So he gave chase to the cloud, alone.
The cloud led him through the maze of the base. Eventually taking him somewhere he didn't recognize yet.
When he turned another corner he realized it was gone, and he was cornered at a dead end.
He turned around to see the dark cloud begin to coalesce into a more humanoid form. Looking like some of the depictions of the Grim Reaper he'd seen on this planet.
He wasn't as afraid of it as he could have been because there was no equivalent to the grim reaper in saiyan culture, not to mention Callio had met people who had come back from the dead thanks to shenron. And none of them ever mentioned anything like this guy.
The Reaper then spoke to him in a heavily synthesized voice.
"So, you're the one that has Akande so worked up. Really, I don't see the problem. You're just another monkey to send to the grave." This last comment pissed of Callio off.
He was about to retort when his enemy reached into his cloak, and pulled out twin shotguns.
Then he started blasting away at the saiyan who couldn't dodge at this range.
He ended up taking two of them point blank in the chest. Causing him to land on his back motionless, smoke arising from where the hellfire rounds landed.
The Reaper turned to walk away, grumbling, "Looks like I was right. Nothing to worry about."
He presumed too much however, as the saiyan warrior arose from the ground stumbling. His armor still smoking, but it was barely scratched. That thing was built to tank much tougher blows.
Reaper only realized his mistake however when the saiyan punched him in the back of the head, causing him to fall face first onto the ground.
"Are you worried yet?" Callio said as he pointed his palm at the cloaked man, charging a ki blast.
The saiyan's victory was denied however when the Ghost of Gabriel Reyes turned into smoke once more, disappearing through a nearby air vent.
"Maybe there is more to you than their new class pet." it chuckled before it was gone completely. Callio tried sensing for him, but couldn't find anything. It's knew how to hide it's life energy, or it came as a side effect of turning into whatever that was.
Regardless the saiyan knew he'd taken too long with the little game of hide and go reap when he heard an explosion off in the distance. Remembering his first objective, he went off to find the armory, fighting a few Talon stragglers along the way.
Eventually he reached his destination, and saw a massive battle taking place.
Reinhardt was shielding Bastion from a Talon Heavy units miniguns as the omnic fired away, bringing it down, and moving on to another.
Dva was piloting her mech, shooting her missiles at an incoming dropship. Removing it's crew from the equation before they even landed, with some support from a nearby Pharah blasting away at the ships engines. Who knows? When it crashes they could scap it for parts.
Mercy was boosting Genji as he cut down assassins that Mcree momentarily disabled with a well placed flashbang.
Tracer was flanking around, and running down any snipers giving the team trouble. Eventually tossing a pulse bomb at another enemy Heavy that exposed it's under armor so that one of Torbjorn's turret's could do some real damage.
And through all of this, Callio had to wonder.
Even though for him it might end up being his only way home any time soon, it seemed awfully strange for Talon to be wasting as many men as he saw here to get it.
He understood that it was really expensive, and could teleport people around and all, but with how trouble it got Overwatch last time it was used it didn't really seem worth much effort.
So why did they want it so bad?
He then made his presence known by knocking a team of grunts away in a move that resembled a meteor strike, then finished them all off one by one in a series of punches, and kicks.
His head was then saved from a sniper's bullet when a familiar rectangular shield blocked it and allowed him to throw a ki blast in the sniper's direction, causing the catwalk they were on to collapse on top of another Talon team. Whose only survivor was finished by a mace to the face.
"Hm, kill stealer." He pouted.
Brigitte turned to him and smiled, "I like to think of it as kill secured."
"Thanks for the save, again" Callio said to the Squire that had saved him twice now.
Not a statistic he liked.
"Don't mention it, now let's finish this up." She commanded as Callio felt his 'spidey sense' tingle and noticed another enemy sniper on the lighthouse outside the base line up a shot on Brigitte, who couldn't know because her back was turned.
He reacted quickly, pulling her to the ground as a round whizzed by, right where her head used to be. He moved to go fly to their enemy when he realized something else wrong very quickly.
He couldn't fly.
Panic momentarily gripped him, and he then realized he was like a sitting duck long enough for the sniper to line up another shot,
On him.
You know what they say about someone seeing their life flash before their eyes? Well he can say he did. An boy did it leave him unsatisfied.
He saw the ruins of a world, one he helped destroy, and a face looking up to him in fear,
"No, please don't…..!"
He saw another broken world, the first he tried to save, with Zarbon looking down on him smugly "Hm, shame, in the end it looks like you were too weak, to soft, to protect anything."
He saw the moment he was brought to the future, the day he met Trunks as well,
"You were summoned, summoned by shenron…."
He remembered training under his mentors, especially Vegeta,
"I know you're stronger than that…!"
He saw the fight against Frieza,
"Let me show you what happens when a couple of ants take on a dinosaur…."
He remembered sparring against Whis and Beerus,
"You really are strong, I wonder…."
He then remembered facing his sister in an all out battle, one he lost terribly, and the first he'd come so close to losing his life in,
"You had to know this wasn't going to end any other way..."
The last memory brought him hurtling back through a kaleidoscope of others to the present
"Oh no, I am not becoming a wish today!" He screamed internally, as he began to flare his power, throwing a strong wind out in every direction, causing the incoming bullet to just barely miss his head.
"Damn, that sounds like Widowmaker's rifle." She said, drawing his attention.
"I take it she's not a friend of yours?" he asked sarcastically.
"No, her shooting at us is just her way of saying hi. Can you fire another one of those energy blasts at her?"
He was going to respond by firing three of them at the lighthouse, but he noticed then that Widowmaker was already gone.
"Either finally got the right idea and ran, or relocated. I'd say relocated if my luck today holds up." He reasoned as he searched around for her ki but couldn't find it either.
"What's the deal here? Why can these people hide their energy if they don't normally fight against people who look for it?"
"I think she moved on, but she may be back." He thought aloud.
"So can you get off me please?" Brigitte asked, which is when the saiyan realized that he was basically on top of her when he pulled her down tried blocking the sniper's view with his body.
"Er, right… sorry about that." He said embarrassed as he helped her up.
"It's fine, just means you only owe me two now." She told him, which ended up confusing him
He did count back at the crash sight, and the shield blocking the sniper was cancelled out just now so….
"What are you talking abou-" he was cut off when she extended her mace to stun an assassin he didn't notice coming at him from behind, allowing him to punch them in the jaw with an uppercut, sending them forward, and upward into a wall hard enough to dent it.
"That, I was talking about that." she explained. "C'mon, let's get back to the others" she lead him back to the main battle that was wrapping up.
The Talon troops were basically being thrown into a meat grinder at this point. Quickly enough they stopped coming altogether.
"Is it over?" Tracer wondered. Much to Callio's anguish.
"Never ask if it's over if you actually want it to be over." he told her, fairly sure this universe had the same rule about jinxing oneself.
"Is it over?" Reinhardt asked sarcastically
They heard something drop in behind them all.
The Reaper had made another appearance. This time ready with his signature death blossom.
"Die, DIE, DIE!" He shouted sending shotgun rounds to his enemies in every direction.
Most were able to move out of the way, or get behind some cover. But Callio didn't know what the man was doing until it was too late.
A shotgun was poised to fire at his head this time.
But then something miraculous happened.
His body seemed to move on it's own for a moment, just barely moving out of the way of the blast. Surprising him greatly.
With little time to think about it, he moved to tackle the man, who then turned to smoke, making the saiyan move right through him.
Then the others began to fire at the Reaper, who then answered in kind.
The Reaper could only take so much however before he was withered down. Clearly having bit off more than he could chew.
He was soon slumped against a wall, black smoke falling out of his body like he was bleeding.
He was then cornered, and approached by all sides.
"Surrounded now, and you will continue to breath." Pharah told him, to which he laughed.
"You can't hold death." They all raised their respective weapons to him when Callio sensed something he dreaded.
Suddenly a dark aura engulfed the Reaper, who stood again, stronger than before, laughing maniacally. The agents weaponry having no effect on him now.
"Oh no…. This is Towa's doing!" He realized as the Reaper pulled another death blossom, this time with less focus, so the shots that landed on the saiyan only bounced off his armor, but knocked him on his ass.
The others were faring just as well. Clearly caught off guard by what they didn't know to be Towa's power boost.
A few were injured, as Pharah, and Mcree couldn't dodge in time. And received glancing wounds.
Genji tried to deflect the shots from hitting Angela, and was knocked down by the force of the magically upgraded rounds for his efforts.
The Callio got up, and fired a ki blast at the Reaper, who fired at his energy wave, causing it to dissipate, to the saiyan's shock.
He then fired blast after blast at the Reaper, who either shot them as well, or turned to smoke at the right moment. This enemy was really frustrating.
But he then had an idea.
"Hey, Brigitte," She turned to him "I've got something that can end this, but I need you to distract him for me for a few seconds"
She nodded in confirmation, and said "Make it quick." She then charged in with a shield bash that caught the enemy off guard as Callio charged a large green ball of ki resembling a Kamehameha.
The Reaper failed to notice this, due to picking himself off the ground. He then received several painful mace blows.
This punishment didn't last long before he began firing back again. Brigitte had her shield up, but it wouldn't last long against the shotguns upgrades. But it didn't need to, as Callio fired his own technique,
"Sprout Strike!" He yelled as he fired the Kamehameha like beam forward. It then acted differently however, when it then split off into ten other, arrow shaped blasts that then drilled through Reapers body.
The Reaper then collapsed to the ground, with the dark aura lifting he was back to square one. This time the Overwatch agents weren't taking chances, so he released a smoke bomb on the ground to cover his escape.
No one was in any position to stop him this time though, and Callio couldn't sense where he went. Not that he could do anything about it if he did. That blast he made almost completely drained him. Proving he at least wasn't as strong as before.
"There… now it's over." He said as he fell back tired.
For a full minute he just laid there, too drained to move. With a smile on his face from the excitement of the fight that had made his blood boil
But then Reinhardt came into his view of the clouds, and the retreating Talon dropships.
"This is no time to be laying around my friend. There is still work to be done." He extended his hand to help the saiyan up.
He refused the crusaders help though, and picked himself up. He then took a look around to see how the attack had left everyone.
A few of his new allies were injured. Most of them in the fight with the Reaper.
And Gibraltar looked like it had seen better days. Bodies were thrown about everywhere, blood, and ammunition splattered the ground, he saw several pockmarks all over the place from the firefight.
A certain spot in the ground was broken up as a result of Reinhardt's Earthshatter, and another due to his own little 'Meteor Strike'. Oh, and he didn't forget the catwalk he broke. And that was just what was in this area!
He groaned internally. "Uhg, I'll bet you that they're gonna have the new guy clean most of this shit up huh?" The new guy in this case being him.
On the bright side, at least the power was coming back online. Bout damn time.
He then remembered. "Hey, did you know if any of them got in the armory?" He asked worried.
"I thought I heard something moving around back there, but I thought something had probably just fallen over with all the shakin goin on." Torbjorn answered, concerning the Saiyan greatly.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit…." He thought as he moved into the armory to check it out himself, with Brigitte, and Genji following him just in case.
He then made it to the area his armor, blade, and capsule case were kept to find the place turned upside down.
Like someone was looking for something.
He then practically ran over to where he remembered putting the thing and made a disturbing discovery.
It was gone.
One of his few ways home was gone.
He was really worried now. Actually to the point that he felt a little fear.
He was now trapped in a world that he was weaker than most Saiyan toddlers in,
Couldn't fly in,
That he didn't belong in.
He wasn't going to completely panic yet. He still had hope that Chronoa, Trunks, and the Time Patrol could find him sometime soon. But he had the feeling he had to plan just in case they didn't.
He still wasn't completely sure about signing up with this Overwatch. But he needed food, and shelter. Two things he could take care of well enough. He'd definitely had to survive on his own before. But going it alone meant that he'd be vulnerable if Talon tried picking a fight with him on his own. Especially if they had Towa helping them now.
Towa, a problem unto herself. No way would she let him just wander off and try to await rescue without finding some way to harass, or kill him. Not to mention the damage she could do to this world if she were to help its villains.
Plus, how boring would it be to just doing nothing in the middle of nowhere for God's know how long? He was a Saiyan, and a full blooded one at that. He needed a good fight every once in awhile to unwind.
Then he realized, it didn't matter if he wasn't as strong, or couldn't fly.
It did matter that he was in a whole new world,
With a whole new way of fighting to learn,
And dangerous foes all around.
The primal part of him grew excited at the prospect of more good fights.
And if there was one thing he learned recently, it was that this Overwatch were in for a lot of good fights.
It tends to happen when you try to save the world.
So he became certain in his earlier decision,
He would join Overwatch
The word count…. It's…. over 9000!
This is my biggest chapter yet, I hope you all liked it.
Creed out!