"When Mankind falls into Conflict with Nature, Monsters are Born."
Ishiro Honda...

Somewhere in the Deserts of the Republic of Saradia, 02:49 AM, Sunday, 2076...

The shifting form of a giant burrowed below the sands, as it dug its way to the Republic of Korea. A brown body was momentarily revealed through the dune sea, before it submerged again, spikes being the only thing one would see of its presence. A half-circle of horns decorated its head, and adorned on its nose was a singular horn as well, as it kept burrowing towards its destination.

It knew the abomination there that existed, and of the Ancient One, a being that had survived countless foes, and it knew of the mechanical beast that would surely fight the Ancient One. With all haste it continued, a thorny tail thrashing about slightly, as it continued. It would take time for it to arrive, and with it, a possibility that the Mechanical Beast would succeed... But that thought soon went away, for it knew that the Arrogance of Man bent the Knee to Nature, whether willingly... Or by Force...

Nimitz-Class Aircraft Carrier "Black Dragon", The Waters of the Tsushima Basin, Sunday, 09:13 AM, 2076...

Captain Yi of the South Korean Navy was a calm, collected man, one who had earned his promotions and medals through the Omnic Crisis, and now sighed as he drained his cold coffee cup, the day proving too calm, sunny, and all-around nice for the day. He knew something was going for happen, why else did all of those old movies show things going horrifically wrong on a day like this... The thought of the Omnic that ran loose in the depths below made him shudder, for he remembered that mechanic horror attacking the coast, watching as it crushed innocents like mere insects...

He shook the thought away as a crewman approached him, Able Seaman Taylor, another fellow like him that's expression answered any questions that he had. Instantly rising out of his seat, he moved towards the radar, and other crew of the bridge stared at him with worry, knowing that whatever had brought the Captain out of his chair usually meant something was about to happen...

The Captain watched as a blip on the radar appeared, slowly moving towards them from below... It was slowly moving upwards as well... Towards them... He stared for a few seconds, before he calmly issued orders, as depth charges were dropped. If the thing below was what he thought it was, it wouldn't have mattered, but it bought them time... He walked up to the Seaman 2th Class in charge of the communications, and ordered her to began relaying that the Omnic, or whatever large body it was, was on a intercept course towards the nearest city- Busan. She nodded, and sent the orders, seconds away before the sounds of a muffled BOOM, and with it, a terrifying entity that caused the radar to leave a noticeable blip...

Seconds later, the ship groaned in protested, as something smacked into it, and Captain Yi felt himself falling, as his ship was torn apart by an entity made only by his fellow race, watched as a demonic red visor glinted in the morning sun, and felt the stabbing pain of something digging into his side, as he passed out, the last time he would ever live, as it was soon crushed by a malevolent force, one that desired only destruction...

Busan, ROK Army Military Base, General's Quarters, Sunday, 02:34 PM, 2076...

General Parker watched as the communications from the Black Dragon played, the last message saying something about an absolute threat to Busan... It didn't matter, for he knew that it meant the Omnic was back, probably to attack this very city... And he knew the response to it would be the MEKA pilots, as he ordered every single one to be recalled back for the soon to come battle... He slowly walked over to the phone, knowing the answer on the other-side would be the Watchpoint at Hanamura... Overwatch...

Funny thing about it (General Parker had once remarked about this to his comrade, Colonel Kim), was that South Korea, Japan, and the United States all thought the Petras Act was moronic (then again, the UN suits were a bunch of idiots who shot themselves, and therefore their member countries in the foot more often then not), and decided to give the fledgling organization a deal... Don't cause too much trouble or be very noticeable, and they would allow them access to the respective watch-points and some activity as well. Now was the time to ask them of a favor he had earned when... It wasn't needed to be pulled up at this moment, while the dark-skinned man dialed the red phone, retro in its style, yet hooked up to a holo-screen, as he awaited for the call to be answered...

Hanamura Watchpoint, Japan, Sunday, 02:37 PM, 2076...

Overwatch. The organization that had become a hero to the youth of the next generation of their time, a shining paragon of human nature, culture, and science... And then it had collapsed so violently. Many were shocked, some cried, but others remained still, for the group of idealists, thinkers and laborers had imploded on itself... At least so said the United Nations. But in actuality, it was an internal conflict, one that simmered and gathered pressure, until it detonated in a violent explosion that cost Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, two good men who were poisoned by envy's vile taint.

And then it was reborn, not because of another Omnic Crisis, but because of the chaos and strife that broke out, the agonies of pain and despair clawing at the youth of today, to grasp them with tendrils of hate and madness and turn one against another, crime and violence growing more and more every day...

But that was not the focus of today. No, the members of Overwatch that had gathered here at the Watchpoint waited, and in the mean while, entertained themselves. D. Va was busy playing on a tablet, Tracer, Mercy, and Pharah sought to spoke to each other, Reinhardt and McCree spoke about old times, and the remainder either relaxed, or simply took the day off. Except for Soldier 76, who brooded in the corner, spending every second not training, or going on missions, sitting on a chair near a window...

At least until the ringing of the red telephone sounded, and with it, Mercy got up and walked over to the screechy object, the Overwatch members in that room now turning or craning their heads to stare at whatever was happening. "Gruezi? Oh, this is General Parker. You wish to speak to her?" D. Va had already moved out of her seat to the telephone, and grabbed the receiver swiftly, her skin suddenly gaining a pale white in coloration, as Mercy, Tracer, and the others gathered in this room looked on in surprise. "General Parker, Sir?... What?!... I'll... I'll be over at the base..." Ending the call to the good general, she left, faster then she had ever ran, shocking the remainder of the collective silence they had taken upon the call...

Slowly, McCree snorted (although it wasn't humorous, but instead nervousness), and with it, flicked on the television they had in the room... Then each member stopped what they were doing, and watched the screen with eyes that betrayed nervousness, fear, and anxiety, as a news broadcaster commented on the loss of the "Black Dragon" aircraft carrier, and on what had caused said loss. In the pits of their stomachs and the recesses of their minds, they knew a primal fear unlike any other, and with McCree, a silent, internal prayer for D. Va, in the hopes that she wouldn't end up another victim of the giant Omnic's rampage...

Author's Note:

I am very... surprised, if you will, by how this story took off. Therefore, I'm glad to say this story will go on. Regarding the reviews

Inquisitor: Thank you very much for the kind comments, as well as wanting to know the further direction of the story. I will try my hardest to write as hard as I possibly can, to provide quality material for you all.

GodzillaFan1: The robot, or Omnic if you will, is the same one that attacked South Korea multiple times, and thank for your kind comments.