Overwatch: Hell's Awakening Chapter 3: What We Fight For, a Diablo + Overwatch Crossover fanfic

Season 1: Beginning of the End | Act 1: Modern Conditioning

Hey, guys! I'm back with more! I guess there shouldn't have been any doubt that I could write the next chapters quickly and not with a lack of trying. Anyways, I suppose I should just try to stride forward with this project as I am literally the first to actually have this story. I'm already forming a plan.

Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch or Diablo 3, those belong to Blizzard Entertainment. I do, however, own any and all OCs as well as twisted plot/Canon.

Timing: Post Reaper of Souls expansion, prior Overwatch Recall.

Notes: A change has been made. Since not too many changes have been addressed in this year of 2137, I have decided to change the date to 2077, 300 years after the Declaration of Independence was signed.

Now, for the love of God, let this Fanfiction begin!

-= *What We Fight For* =-

Captain Steven Hodges made his way across the base, wearing his signature black costume of his black ops group. They were stationed in southern Mexico, a less tense nation at the moment, unlike Brazil, who had their entire country under unnecessary martial law. As to why, he didn't want to think further of.

Talon was suspected in the area, and as the 75th Ranger Regiment was set up to do, they went to clear out Talon as best as possible and pull out before whatever nation they were in found out of the intrusion and used it to start a war, something no one wants right now.

He strode forward with heavy footfalls through the dirt roads, leading to the command tent belonging to General Peterson, his commander. Upon entering the room, she greeted him politely, and he returned a nod. "A coffee, captain?" she offered.

"No, general," he said, skipping seat and standing directly in front of her desk. She knew that motion.

"Report," she said simply, and he tossed a file down onto her desk. Quick to the chase, she opened the file to reveal the woman the captured Talon agents claimed had destroyed their base and operations.

"The woman we found is in Rio de Janeiro, capital of Brazil," he explained. "She must have left Talon's base after messing it up after a while, making it out of the Amazon."

"Talon was pretty dug in in that forest," Peterson mumbled. "How'd she get out?"

"Unknown," the captain replied.

"What has she done so far?"

"Bucks has been following her," he started, "he says the most she's done is read in a library and lived on the street avoiding authorities for a whole week, before she got caught and sent into a shelter."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing," he said. "She's being sent to the shelter as we speak."

She handed the file back to the captain, who took it quickly. "I want Riley and Bucks on top of her," she ordered. "I want to know what side she plays for, so no interaction. Their designations, as per usual, will be Falcon and Winter Soldier. You know the drill."

"And the rest of TF29?" captain inquired.

"Return to Trump Base in L.A.," she ordered. "I may have new orders for you there." She then sighed and rubbed her face, a habit the general was forming, Steve noticed. "I'm heading to the brig to check on the Talon soldiers. Want to join me?"

"No, ma'am," replied Steve, "I've had enough Talon for the past few weeks."

"Expect normal days from now on, captain," Peterson said. "You have the orders. Distribute them."

"Yes, general," he saluted briskly, she returning it. He was about to exit when she stopped him. "Yes?"

"Tell Falcon and WS to be careful. We have no idea what she's capable of."

"Yes, general!"

-= *line break* =-

Emily Peterson walked the hallways of the brig, the area opening up sans cage to a large room, half of which was behind bars. Five former Talon agents sat in it, eating food slowly, until one placed down his food and approached the bars to greet the general.

She nodded as she took in their attire given. Orange prison pants with white t-shirts, she noticed. None of them seemed abused, which is another good tick on her list, or, really, just one less bad tick on her resume.

"I know you know more than you let on," the general began. The Talon agent in front of her gave a questioning look. "I can see it in your eyes. You used the woman in your base's attack to keep from the real plan."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head as the others of his group did similar acts of guilt.

Each was of different ethnicity. African, European, Spanish, Jewish, Chinese. White was the one currently speaking.

"It was of no real ill intention..." he trailed off. "We just wanted to bargain our return home to our respective nations in exchange for whatever information we have left. Which isn't much."

"Why would you want to return to your nations?" questioned the general.

"Most Talon agents aren't exactly there by their own will, general," he replied. "We five are some of them."

"I see..." the general trailed off. "Tell me what you know now, and I'll release you to your nation."

"I don't fully trust you on that," said the Talon agent.

"Then we are at an impasse," she replied. The Talon agent seemed lost, before she brutally grabbed him after quickly approaching and held him tightly against the metal, hurting him. A small grunt of pain escaped his lips as she did so. "You will tell me everything you know of this, or you get the usual Talon agent punishment: death."

He nodded quickly. "We don't know much, but I did see a map at one of their meetings when I didn't think they were looking. Looked like a big map of South America, divided differently than now. Red arrows pointed up North to the U.S. and South into Antarctica. Other than that, I know nothing else. The other four know a little more about the recruitment operations and where the recruits go."

She let him go, dropping him on his ass on the floor.

"You four." They looked up in fear and anticipation.

She curled her finger towards herself after pointing at them.

"Get up here."

-= *line break* =-

It was in the shelter that Li-Ming actually began her assumptions of the current situation, rather than asking.

Why did these people look so ragged, helpless, and even diseased? Was it the work of Lucio dos Santos or the Vishkar corporation?

Out, away from this shelter - which had been one of many - the streets were filthy and full of garbage. The houses of people seemed to be destroyed forcefully, with almost no plan in place for it. What was the Vishkar corporation doing?!

She would find those answers soon. She was lucky the soldiers had allowed to change into a much more appropriate attire. How they had her sizes was strange, but she left that away from her current train of thought.

Wearing what was called t-shirt and jeans, tennis shoes and a simple American coyboy hat, Li-Ming made her way across the room, sitting nimbly in place amongst others.

"Hello," she greeted, and many turned away, and she immediately pegged them as non-English speaking people who resigned to the fate inability to properly communicate with her. The others smiled at her with strain, she could see.

She had seen the same look as Lyndon.

She crawled over to a man bearing in what looked to her as early sixties. The man had a clenched, square jaw with a clear cut of silver hair, indicating age. His attire was lightly worn and, while originally white, held brown patches on it from continued use. His pants were blue and torn, feet bare. His skin was a light complexion, little darkness to speak of like the others of the room who were darker than others. This many had only a small tint.

He had been sitting criss-crossed, like a Monk, eyes shut lightly and in a seeming bliss.

Li-Ming saw solace in him and a great way to start a new conversation. The Monk she spent a year with taught her much, much of which she put into action as she sat down next to him in a very similar way.

She took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly, getting into a deep, silent, rhythm. Soon, the man rose brow and lifted an eyelid in her direction, a dark brown iris studying her quiet form, her eyes shut lightly, concentrating on meditating.

He suppressed a chuckle as he shut his eye, breathing in deeply and exhaling, before speaking.

"It is strange...to find someone capable of such serenity in these days," he said with a deep voice. A brow rose on her face as much as it could without opening an eye. He took this as a sign to continue. "Even stranger for this someone to be of such youth."

A small chuckle graced her smiling lips as she heard that, replying simply with, "Well, you were in such Solace that I couldn't help but greet you in the way I have learned."

"It is wise to greet someone in their own body language," the man said, agreeing with her thought process. "But the Iris also tells me that you have a question on your mind, as per the reasoning of the greeting."

She smiled slyly in his direction as she opened her eyes, dropping professional meditating form in order to face him politely. "Straight the point, I see," she observed. With a nod from him, she continued. "I wish to know what has happened to this place," she inquired. "I am not too well versed in your news," she explained.

He hummed in thought, finding the words to say to her. "There were two corporations in this city," he explained. "The Vishkar corporation, far from the East of the Hindu India," he said. "They came from far lands to find work here, and took residence here, in Rio de Janeiro, the capital of Brazil."

She nodded, a sign he took to continue.

"The second corporation, the much older, wiser, corporation that had lived in the city already for some time. That corporation, was called Calado. The President of Brazil wished to redevelop the nation to be greater, but the people were in protest."

"Why in protest for better living conditions?" questioned the wizard, whose status was unknown to others.

"They wished to stay in the homes they lived in, finding the old ways and values better preserved," he explained. "Of course, I was apart of this group," he confessed, "but if we had to pick a company, it would have to be Calado."

"Why?" he curiosity unwavered.

"Calado understood, at the very least they could, that the old ways were better kept with the people, and promised to...instead rebuild the homes in the exact same way, but with more hygenic routes. It would take many long years to build this way, as they would have to wait for permission and the people would have to be ready to leave the home for the redevelopment of it. The home would have the same layout, but different materials of what they were made of.

"Vishkar had already lost the competition. They promised nothing but progress. In the U.S.A., Vishkar could be seen as the Liberals, who push forward in ideas, but the Conservatives, the ones who believed in the old values, would possibly be Calado. Most of us were instantly drawn to the conservative-like Calado, but...one night..." he slowed.

She leaned forward in anticipation, like a toddler to bedtime story.

"...the Calado building was destroyed in an attack," he finished, much sorry evident in his voice. "Talon, the terrorist group most known currently, took claim to the blast, but many people immediately believed it was Vishkar's fault, that they killed the CEO of Calado in order to gain the contract from the President. Though, these claims went untested and no evidence was found."

"What happened then?"

"The people of Rio de Janeiero, as well as other Brazilian cities, were put under martial law with soldiers of their colors," he pointed to some guards in the area, being lazy and patrolling. "Everybody was forced into their homes, the homeless into shelters like these to keep them off the streets. That was step one. Two, is to stamp out any opposition."

"Like Lucio dos Santos?" Li-Ming guessed.

"Yes," he replied. "Lucio dos Santos is in charge of the largest of the rebel forces in Brazil, and leads them with the technology Vishkar possesses," he emphasized with a single finger pointed upward, twirling it. "Sonic technology. He mostly uses music as the backbone of the rebellion, making music being marked as one of the most influential things of this century! But, until then, they are nothing but a rebel group, with no name."

"I see," Li-Ming mumbled. "I can see them fight for freedom of their people from the martial law, but why has the government done nothing?"

"Talon again, they claim," the man explained. "Seemingly, they wipe out most problems from Vishkar, but have been leaving the freedom fighters to them."

"It's too irregular," Li-Ming said, "there must be some reason Talon attacked both Calado and the government of Brazil," she reasoned.

"Some speculate that Vishkar and Talon are working together," the old man informed her, "but no one with a strong enough court system has been able, thus far, to actually get a proper warrant on them. India protects them, and they are one of the 11 superpowers of the planet."

"Which countries are the superpowers?" Li-Ming inquired.

"The United States of America, the Russian Federation of Democracy, Great Britain, the French Conglomerate, the German State of Federacy, the Hindu Initiative of India, the Chinese Federation, the Japanese Robotica, the Republic State of Korea, the Helix of Egypt, and the Brazilian Nation of the Amazon." He took a breath.

"Why would Talon attack a superpower? They could put any operation they have at risk for targeting just one superpower, correct?" she deduced.

"Wrong," he replied. "These nations are, yes, as they say, superpowers, but they are not all allies." She tilted her head. "You really do not know of this world, do you?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Remove your Iris from my mind," she demanded.

"It shall be done," he replied, "I apologize. Your world intrigued me. I am curious as to why you have come here."

"That is none of your business, old man," she asserted. "Continue explaining."

"I will," he said. "Brazil and India have been at odds for many years from the Omnic Crisis," he continued explaining. "It seems this will be another forefront for India, should they take over the country legally. Their trade and economy will soar, as they will have a large trading port in the West."

"I see," she stopped him from going further. "I believe that is all I need for now. Where is Lucio dos Santos' base, old man?"

"I do not know," he replied. "A member of their group will lead you there in exchange for his safe return, though I do not know your intentions with them. He will not trust you."

"Whatever." She began to get up and leave, before she turned around. "What is your name, old man?"

"Jacob," he replied.

"Surname?" she urged.

"I have no surname. Haven't had one since I became, and never received it again after being freed by a Shambali."

"I see..." she left him to his thoughts, going to the corner indicated by Jacob, and sat near the individual he pointed as one of the rebels. It would be a while before Vishkar identified them.

The area they were in was the bar, and she sat on the rounded stool. She fumbled a little (JUST A LITTLE), as she realized that the seat itself spun. She'd have to get used to that quickly if this is a common attribute to bars. She sat professionally beside the man, who looked forward, but she caught the nervous glances next to her.

"Rebel," she began. A flinch at the corner of her eyes, as she did not look to him. "I wish to speak to Lucio dos Santos." She looked to the confused man. "Lead me to him, and I will assure your safe return."

"Heh," he chuckled, lifting a bottle to his lips, "Can you even fight?"

"More than you know," she said slyly, smiling smugly.

He placed the bottle down after his sip, and looked to her seriously, "Then why are you here?"

"I know not that myself," Li-Ming replied, and he scoffed, "but after gaining information of the current situation, I have decided that my...admirable strength...should be put to better use than idle beneath the foot of Vishkar. I will help liberate your people."

The man looked at her with a hard look. "Name?"

"I trust no one yet. I have yet to discover who to trust here."

"Name's Miguel Alcantara," he said. "If you can really protect me back to my base, I'll get you to Lucio."

"Thank you, Miguel Alcantara," Mi-Ling said politely. "You may call me M," she decided.

"So, M," he turned to her fully in the round seat (she was NOT jealous he knew about this already), "how do you suppose we return."

She turned as best as she could in the seat (and was glad he did not comment on the small slip she made on the seat for but a moment), rested her right arm on the bar as she leaned back, they fully faced each other. "Your city, your rules. I'm just a bodyguard."

He leaned forward, left arm on counter to hold himself up. A small, sarcastic smile on his face. She read his annoyance well. "And do I have to pay my bodyguard?"

She did not flush as she leaned forward, mimicking him. He must not have found her serious if she could not handle a swivelling barstool. She smiled as well. "No," she replied. "I just want to speak to Lucio dos Santos."

"Then we have a deal," he smiled brighter, but was still ever sarcastic. He brought his right hand up, and she balanced herself without her right arm on the counter in order to grab the arm and shake it. As soon as there was one shake, his smile dropped completely, his hand left hers, took the bottle, and left. "We meet at the end of dusk at the front of this building. You will give the signal."

She upped and left as well, tossing a, "Very well," over her shoulder.

A scoff was heard from her as she walked away as well.

Perhaps, today would be easier than she expected. Her questions answered, she now knew just what she was going to do next.

She was going to liberate Brazil.

-= *End of Chapter 3* =-

*_SIGH_* I did it! I did this a bit later than usual, but I do have a plan in place. I will not be fixing anymore corrections from previous chapters. That took a hit on my performance for this chapter.

I do have school, so my availability for working on this is already greatly decreased. I hope I can try to get them out as often as I can. Here are some comments from Chapter 2.

Comments:

Greymangames: "Wow. For the first Diablo crossover I've seen with done with over watch, this is an absolutely high standard to live up two should anyone else attempt something similar!