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Morning had come to Zürich, after last night's fight the city was worse for wear, crumbling buildings lay in way with smoking craters dotting the streets. In the mist of this, our heroes prepare to depart, the previous night's activities having taken a toll. After a quick congratulations, they had rested for the night, determent to resolve things at next day's light.
On the outskirts of the city the team prepares to leave for the Rock of Gibraltar, home of Overwatch's new base of operations. As they make the final preparations, everyone wonders what exactly happened last night and what does Prime have to do with it?
"Are you certain that you want to stay behind Ratchet?" asks Prime with concern.
"I'm sure Prime, after all, this is where I'm needed the most. Someone has to check on the people, besides who's going to watch the base if I leave." He explains with a solemn voice and a cheeky smile.
"Hmm, well said old friend. I will procure transport for you to meet us when your done, something tells me this is going to be an extended visit with Overwatch." He tells him with a trusting voice, knowing that his friend would understand.
"Prime, what exactly happened back there!" he asks. Prime thinks for a while, before answering his question. "Something I fear we are not prepared for, something that I wish would never happen." replies Prime with uncertainty on his soul.
"We'll be taking of soon everybody" cried out Lena from inside the Orca.
"Thank you, Tracer!" said Prime, signaling his team to enter the craft.
After they had finished gathering their things, everyone entered the Orca, a sense of unease in everyone's mind. When they had all entered, Angela made her way to the front to inform Lena that they were ready.
"We're all set Lena, take us home."
Making her way back to the seats, she and the others could only stare in silence, all thoughts on the event of the previous night. Gathering all his courage, Prime decided to break the ice.
"Everyone! I know you have questions, and I promise I will answer them all, in time." He spoke.
"Why not know, what exactly are you hiding!" Brigitte said firmly. Last night's events replaying on her mind, they had many close calls during that whole ordeal, if Prime knew something she wanted to know.
"Watch the tone girl!" cried Arcee in defense of her leader.
"She has a point RC, what are you hiding Optimus." Bulk asks his commander. He trusted him, trusted with his life, but he knew how dangerous a secret can be in this line of work.
"I assure you all I have nothing to hide, I simple believe it would be more efficient to tell everyone this at the same time." He responded, in truth he had thought of making something up, certain that they would not believe the truth. But seeing them know, he knows, no more secrets, they needed to know what was coming.
"I only ask that you keep this in mind, what I tell you might be hard to believe, but I assure you it is nothing but the truth!" He lets them know, preparing for the difficult discussion to come.
As they all nod to him, he begins to think back to the event that led him here. It had been years since he had spoken to Primus, part of him dared believe that he was mistaken and nothing worse than Megatron would come to this world. But that was not the case and the pain in his chest told him more was yet to come. So, when Angela suggested taking them all to their base, he knew he couldn't say no. The world was in danger, and they would need all their defenders fighting for the same cause!
As they flew southwest towards Gibraltar, he could not help but wonder what else was instore for them.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, in a former Overwatch watchpoint located at Grand Junction, Colorado, members of Helix Security International await an unsuspected surprise.
Helix Security International, one of the most powerful corporations in the world, funded by the United Nations, served as a replacement for the them defunct Overwatch. While officially a peacekeeping force, the group has shown disregard for collateral damage at times.
Despite this, today the members responsible for Watchpoint: Grand Mesa, prepare to fight a new enemy for the sake of the world.
"West wind is secured, over!" called and HIS soldier while on night patrol. "Affirmative, Raptor One, retorn to entrance!" called a communications officer.
Like many a night, everything appeared to be in order, this base was located in the middle of nowhere and was rarely in any state of emergency. However, since the theft of a pulse rifle some time ago, command had insisted on increasing patrols, not that it will help.
Returning to the front gates, Raptor One met with another member of the patrol, for a much-needed coffee break. "Hey man! Here you could use it." The other soldier greeted his returning friend with a hot cup of joe on the ready.
"Thanks man!" Raptor one replied, eager to get this night over with.
"What are we even patrolling for, this place is in the middle of nowhere! Besides, its not like there's anything important here, just some old tech and codes." He said with exhaustion, clearly the job was getting to him.
"Tech and codes that could fetch a pretty penny in the black-market!" his friend reminded him.
"Yeah, right! Man, I signed up here to fight terrorists, not guard duty!" he whined again.
"That everyone man! And for your sake, you better hope we don't see something for a while, I still remember that theft, my back is still sore." His companion told him.
"Please, I could have taken him!" he answers with a smile, drinking his coffee with content.
Out on the horizon a small convoy of cars could be seen, four green Chevrolet Corvettes and right on the front, a massive black armoured truck leads the charge.
Spotting them in the horizon the soldier prepares his weapon." Well hotshot, looks like you got your wish, Get ready!"
"Alright! Bring it on!" Raptor One yells, ready for action. Rolling his eyes his companion calls for backup, "Command! We have an emergency on the front gates, we have five unknows approaching at fast pace, requesting backup!"
"Affirmative, backup is on its way" answers command, as troops begin forming around the gates.
Suddenly the armored truck rams into the gate and proceeds to do something unexpected, it transforms! A large humanoid form stans where the truck had just been, its large frame covered in thick armor plating, a large, squared chest rest below a menacing head. Triangular in appearance with a crest on its forehead and a violet V shape visor where his eyes should have been. Many parts of its body glowed with this violet color.
Behind him the rest of the cars transformed, becoming thin and angular bodies. Their chest, presented a silver tech panel behind a clear glass plate, allowing one to see its internal workings behind an embedded windshield. Their silver heads were adorned with florescent green eye slits that match their leader.
"Omnic attack!", cried the soldiers as they marched forward, guns blazing. As soon as that happened the robot began their assault, the leader sprouting a hammer from his right arm and a cannon from their shoulder, while the rest transformed their hands into a pair of blasters, laying waste to everything on sight.
From inside the base gunshots could be heard, before they stopped, and the doors were flung open by a squat of foreign agents. They wore grey jumpsuits with matching bomber jackets with an olive trim. Along with black gloves and military style boots and gear. Their faces were covered by full masks and tactical googles, except for the man leading the charge. His face on clear display, showing his short trimmed grey hair, his permanent dilated eye and all the scars he had collected during his carrier.
With a mere signal, he ordered his troops to incapacitate everyone in their way, with that was finished, one of the men pulled a laptop from his back and quickly got to work on extracting the data.
Looking around the room, the leader passed to the many storage units that littered the place. From behind, one of his soldiers approached him. "All personal have been dealt with, their either dead or unconscious." He reported.
"Predictable, all these resources gone to waste." The leader said. "Sir, should we take some of these resources for ourselves." the field commander asked. "No need, MECH 1, all of this is mere child play compared to what we have. No! We came for one thing and one thing alone.
From the console the hacker called out, "Sir! We have the codes; the asset is ours."
"Well done men!" he announces, confidence and glee on his mind. He thinks to himself, "To think, that some ideas are so great to transience dimensions!".
"Pack up and leave, we have big thinks ahead of us!" he tells his men, preparing to leave this place behind when something catches his eye.
A new acquisition in Sweden, footage of a crater filled with a brilliant violet substance, "So it begins, good!"
"Stop right there! Turn around slowly" a voice cries from behind him, one of the soldiers from before, Raptor One, "don't move or I blow his brains off." He yells at the troops.
"Tranquillo amigo!" calls out MECH1, putting his hands up, a smile behind his mask.
"How are you! Answer ME!" the soldiers ask the leader, anger clear in his voice.
"We are Mechanized Enhancement for Command of Humanity, or MECH if you prefer." The leader said, before twisting the man and throwing him on the floor with inhumane force and speed, "And I'm Silas!".
"What do you want!" he asks with panic in his voice.
"From you nothing, for I already have what I came for." Silas says as he walks over to one of his men, "Tell me, have you heard of the sword of Damocles." He asks the men, the fear on his face already answering. "Well now, the Sword of Damocles is on MECH's hands!" he says to thunderous applause.
"Why are you telling me this!" the soldier asks. "Because you asked, and because you won't be telling anyone!
"NO, NO, N….
The soldier begged before he was shot down. "Well men, let get out of this place." Silas said before heading for the door, the other following, before getting on their cars and driving away.
The world was changing, and MECH was ready for it!