Okay, so. Due to the very long delay for Overwatch 2 I have decided to come back to the original for now. Just to post my version of the story and how it would go.
So... (I ask in an arena style booming voice)... ARE YOU READY???
Also little character update.
Donut:
Sticky Grenade attaches onto an enemy and explodes after a few seconds/ cool down 10 seconds.
Shrapnel Grenade is a grenade that explodes on impact and causes a bleeding effect/ cool down 10 seconds.
Ultimate: The Bomblet Boogie: A small two in one Grenade that sticks to it's first object then explodes into tiny smaller grenades that do perfect area damage.
Lopez:
Blowtorch Burn: A short range flamer that burns enemies at close range when they get too close for comfort, lasts for 2.2 seconds / cool down 7.5 seconds.
Upgrade ya: Lopez tosses a damage booster to an ally that lasts 5 seconds. / cool down 8 seconds.
Lopez The Heavy: Instead of a Rocket Launcher, Lopez pulls out a stopping round heavy machine gun. The gun blasts 50 damage a shot at the firing rate of Bastion's Turret. But will make Lopez slow as McCree when firing.
Doc:
*Note: The Rocket Launcher and the medical gun works the same as Mercy's staff and gun.*
Healing Feelings: Doc says a peaceful quote that acts as burst from Baptiste, healing teammates and self over time. / cool down 9 seconds
Adrenaline Administration: Doc injects a fallen teammate with a needle that brings said teammate to life. /cool down 33 seconds.
Ultimate: TASTE OBLIVION: Doc dual wields as his medic gun increased making the teammate he is healing and himself impervious to damage. Because of mentioned dual wield he also shoots his rocket the same way he'd heal teammates.
Tucker:
Ultimate: Bow Chika Bow WOW: Tucker pulls out his true sword as he slashes across the space in front of him horizontally. Releasing a damaging slice cutting everyone in front of him. In 30 meters.
Glad I got that out of the way.
[The last time we left our heroes the story and truth about the Reds and Blues had came into the light.]
Caboose was one to get over things quicker than most other tough skinned people. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that his big heart was open and so full of forgiveness. Or maybe it had something to do with the fact he had so many people to help him out. Nothing bothered Caboose for too long and nothing messed with his head.
Caboose is human, and he has his triggers that get under his skin. Truth is that he has three main anger switches: hurting his friend, spiky kittens and staying still. He couldn't move too much at the moment. After all Brigitte was fitting his armor.
"Okay so I think that does it for the torso." Brigitte announced as she stepped back from Caboose's chest plate she had just installed.
Caboose put his arms down and took a deep breath, as he twisted, turned and tilted to get a feel for the armor. Brigitte leaned against her workbench for his judgement, "It's a little tight near my where my tummy meets my chest."
"No worries. I'll have that fixed that in a moment." Brigitte then turned to her station to pick up her screwdriver. She turned back to Caboose and began to screw the piece of body armor loose, "How's it feel now?"
"Better." Caboose admitted as he walked over to the couch Brigitte had in her room, "So, what now?"
"Well I need to fit your shoulders, arms and hands. You can rest up if you want for the moment." Brigitte told Caboose as she lowered her mask down over her face.
Caboose did as he was told and leaned back against the seat, letting his muscles unwind. With several cracks to his neck and shoulder, he felt at ease as he was no longer restricted to move. Suddenly, Caboose felt something soft graze and rub against his legs. He slowly got up to see what caused this cuddly feeling in his body. As he looked at his feet he saw one of the biggest, snow white cats he had ever saw in his life. He couldn't resist picking up the heavy cat as gentle as he could have and bringing the feline forward to his face.
As the cat licked at Caboose's nose, Caboose wondered what he was doing, "Hello little guy."
Brigitte, who paused her work to look back at what Caboose was doing over there, saw her big cat in Caboose's large hands, "Oh, that's Gustav. He normally is shy... I guess he must like you."
"Really? You think?" Caboose asked as Gustav rested on Caboose's torso forcing Caboose onto his back.
Brigitte giggled at the sight of how cute the two of them looked together, "Need a hand?"
"Nah it's fine, he's actually rather okay right now." Caboose leaned his head back on the couch, closed his eyes and released a tired sigh.
Brigitte finished testing and fitting the equipment based off of the measurements she had been given. When she finished, she held it up in the air and spun around to present Caboose with his new arms. Only to find a sleeping giant on top of another sleeping giant, her huge cat laying on top of Caboose.
[Somewhere Else In The Base]
Church, Sarge and Tucker were in the mess hall eating what Sarge had made, BBQ ribs with corn and a biscuit. Despite them having rough beginnings they had to hand to Sarge, he could cook with the best of them. As the three men ate, laughed and shared their humorous anecdotes with each other they had not one care in the world. Even despite the previous event that occurred only a couple of days ago. Their day was going by pretty normal up until a blue flash blinked into the mess hall.
Winded from running from the main area of command, she placed her hands on her knees to catch her breath. As she caught her air, Tracer raised her head, "Oi, luvs, got good news."
"Mercy will finally let me get a robotic arm." Sarge hoped.
"People finally wait until after Thanksgiving to play Christmas movies?" Tucker wished.
Church wiped his mouth from the delicious food he was enjoying to give his guess, "I won the bet?"
"No, she still won't let you remove a healthy limb. No, they never will. And No, it still is open." Tracer answered all them, "Your friends Agent Carolina and Washington are-"
"Not friends." Church exclaimed in a voice that sounded like his inner monster.
Tracer shook off her fear, "Riiiiight. Well they just called us up and got their agency's department focused on taking down Talon. They put one on their watch list."
"Which one?" Tucker questioned as he took a sip from his drink.
Tracer took a moment to remember the name, "Oh yeah, Widowmaker."
"What?" Tucker spat out his drink at Church, "They put her on the list."
"Yeah, they said that we'd be informed when they have Widowmaker." Tracer answered.
Church looked to Sarge, "Can I see your napkin."
"Tracer, what did they exactly say?" Tucker interrogated.
Tracer held her chin, "They said, 'We'll contact you when you we got her.' Why?"
"Their 'watch-list' isn't a list where they watch, it's a kill list. They're gonna take her down." Tucker explained.
Tracer raised her eyes, "Oh dear, that's terrible."
"We got to do something, come on guys let's g-" Tucker started.
Church raised his hand to keep him calm, "Woah, First: she's a assassin, she kills for a living and you want to save her? Second: I hate Wash and would love to flip him off like that but we'll be on his team's list later. Third: and this is just to restate my first point, she is a trained assassin, I think she can handle herself. Tracer who are they sending?"
"They said the only way to kill a spider was with a heavy boot. One moment, I'll text your sister." Tracer said.
Church waited but had another question, "Why do you have my sister's number?"
"She seems cool and she said she was impressed with my skills and wanted to take me out for a drink sometime." Tracer replied as she continued texting Church's sister, "Oh they said they were sending... something called ERD-mk2s."
"ERDs?' those things were supposed deactivated years ago." Sarge warned them.
Tracer was confused as she looked at the frightened men in front of her, "What are the ERD mk2s?"
"Eradicators. Or more accurately, the second model the US was working on." Sarge informed, "They thought it'd be best to fight Omnic against drone. But it was decided that no nation should have that kind of equipment. Wash is sending how many?"
Tracer looked down at her phone, "Around 5."
"She can't hold off that many." Tucker urged as he got up, "C'mon we got to go."
"Hold up. We're already on 76's shit list after you went to rescue me. I can't go with you." Church excluded himself from the problem.
Tucker gave Church a shocked glare, "What the fuck dude?"
"I can't help you... but..." Church said shifting his eyes to Sarge.
Sarge picked up on this immediately, "Nope, don't rope me into your grave you're diggin'. Nuh-uh."
"He doesn't need you just a pilot. Grif perhaps?" Church suggested.
Sarge was at a crossroads, Letting Grif do something stupid and reckless or let his friend die on his own, "Damn you. GRIF!"
"I got a pilot but I might need some backup." Tucker pleaded.
Church snapped his fingers as he thought of an idea, "You can get Lopez, Doc and Donut on board."
"Thanks. Now I just need-" Tucker continued.
Tracer tossed him a keys to one of drop ships, "Keys?"
"Thanks." Tucker acknowledged as he waited for Grif to enter.
Tracer raised her hands up, "Just glad I'm not flying to my doom this time. Don't mention this to Soldier though."
"What is it old man?" Grif groaned as he woke up from his afternoon 3rd nap.
Tucker tossed the keys to his face as he ran passed him to the hangar bay, "No time to explain get the ship started while I get the rest of the team."
[Minutes Later]
After giving his heartfelt plea for help the three he seeked for agreed to join him. Tucker thought that would be difficult, considering they hadn't been willing to aid a hand recently with other members of Overwatch. He could care less he had his team and that was enough for him.
When he got his team to the hangar Grif finished loading their gear into the ship. Tucker ran into the ship as he pulled out his phone to see if Tracer had anymore leads on where they were heading. Nothing yet.
Tucker then looked at Grif, "Everything good to go?"
"All good boss. Let's fly." Grif advised as Everyone loaded into the ship.
As the last teammate, being Doc got on, Tucker received a vibration from his phone. Tracer had finally texted him
(Got Word, They set up a trap for her in Paris)
(Thanks)
Tucker put his phone away and ran to the cockpit, "Paris and step on it."
Grif nodded and off they went.
[Paris: 37 Minutes Later]
Tucker had ordered Grif to park the ship somewhere discrete while the rest of the team had decided to wait outside a french bakery. While Doc and Donut were enjoying the town like tourists Tucker and Lopez decided to hit the up a place called, La Cabaret Luna. Lopez enjoyed the omnic singer's enchanting voice box, but Tucker had his thoughts elsewhere at the moment.
Even though Lopez knew that Tucker couldn't understand him he had to admit that Tucker was still a friend. With Lopez gesturing to his own chest, he spoke to his friend, "¿Qué está mal? [What is wrong?]"
"Lopez, what am I doing? I'm risking my life and your guy's to save an assassin. Granted she is beautiful and we've only kissed once but still... this is stupid. She's working for Talon, she's a killer but something about her felt different. Just those few moments made me feel... happy. Like when I with Grif's sister." Tucker admitted without knowing what Lopez said.
Lopez took a sip of his hard oil as he kept his eyes watching the singer, "No sé qué decirte. Cuando su líder no estaba cerca, acepta el desafío. No debes preocuparte por nosotros. Haz lo que sientes que es correcto. Al final del día, debemos tener esperanza. [I do not what to tell you. When your leader was not around you rose to the challenge. You should not worry about us. You do what you feel is right. In the end of the day we got to have hope.]"
"I can't tell what you said. Could you nod if it was supportive?" Tucker asked. Lopez just nodded and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Thanks man. I'm gonna get us checked in at the hotel up the street."
"Muchas gracias." Lopez saluted as he took a big swig from his glass and walked to an empty table close to the stage. While Tucker walked up the street to the Hotel Beau Ciel.
[Up The Street: The Manoir Rooftop]
Reaper had informed Widowmaker that a high value target was having a party celebrating another year of peace since the Omnic War had ended. She was assigned to make sure that this person of interest was to be silenced. She had absolutely no problem with this as she everyone at Talon knew that she was the best shot there was. Making her the first assigned person to the hunt.
Waiting on the rooftop she had her goggles on, surveying the area for the wealthy person who was throwing this party. As she continued scouting she found her target but noticed two unusual bodyguards near them.
A man with several nasty scars on his face and fiery haired woman on the other side. The two dressed in sunglasses and black suits with a white earpiece hanging out of their ear. One reached into their earbud and nodded for a second, they began to usher the target out.
Widowmaker took aim and charged up her rifle to eliminate the target. Before she fired her gun, the agents already aimed up at her. One had a semiautomatic pistol, while the other burst rifle. As if they somehow saw her before she shot her round they fired upon her. Suddenly the thought occurred; it was a total setup.
Before she made a move to run and blend in with the crowd, a gigantic thud crashed onto the roof. By her side was what looked to be an upgraded Eradicator from the Omnic War, only this model was much different. It had two twin blaster cannons and four legs, no shields, this was made to kill. Widowmaker paused at her ironic demise as she knew only another spider could kill a widow. In last ditch effort she planted a vemon mine onto it's face. Giving her enough to grapple to the statue out front to get her away. She hadn't plan on their being more than one. One that came from the closed gate side aimed at her in sky and shot the statue she was about to land on.
Sent flying through the air Widowmaker tried to get her grapple working again but the rope was still reeling in. She cleared the gate and was about to land in the front of the Hotel Beau Ciel, on the pavement.
As she came close she had braced for the impact, but nothing had came. Instead of hard concrete she felt the softness of a humanity touch catching her in midair. She glanced up at her savior to see a cloth and sunglasses covering their face. The masked hero pulled down the veil and raised his glasses to show himself. Tucker had come to her rescue.
"You?" Widowmaker had asked baffled at the sight of him.
Tucker merely smiled as he raised an eyebrow, "Me."
Their tender moment was ruined as the sound of screams came to them. One of the ERD mk2s were crawling towards them. Tucker placed his disguise back on and stepped in front of Widowmaker.
As the robotic crawling death trap made it's way to them, Tucker held out his sword and pistol. With a sword strike he sent the crawler stumbling as he rushed it. When he came up close to it he ducked under it's legs and made it behind the spider bot. As the robot was about to turn Tucker had already lept onto it's head and stabbed his sword into the top of it's head. Now riding the assassin's killer, he called out to widow, "Run! I got this." He forced out as he wobbled on it's head.
Widowmaker was about to run but another dropped in front of her. The one she venom-mined moments ago. She began to back up until she tripped onto the stairs of the front of the hotel entrance. Now crawling backwards she was once again at the mercy of these bots. When a boom blasted it's back, followed by gunfire. Three men ran around the corner, one in pink had a pistol, one in brown fired bullets from his fingers and a purple one who was simply urging for her to come their way. All were masked, the pink one had a masquerade mask, the brown one had a motorcycle helmet on and the purple one had a medical mask on his face with a medical cap on his head.
It attempted to turn to it's attackers but couldn't do so as the grenade blast from earlier was hindering it's swivel. As the bullets flowed the exposed gun came off and it began to glitch out. After a few more moments of sustained fire the first one had officially died down.
While Widowmaker was getting healed by Doc, Tucker was twisting and turning his sword. The monster was swiveling to remove the sword out of it's head. It soon gave up as it collapsed to ground onto it's face, shattering to pieces.
Tucker yanked his blade from the destroyed robot and joined with the rest of the team. Immediately he began to form a plan, "Alright so three more are gonna be coming so here's the play; Doc, Donut and Lopez hold the line in the middle of the street between the hotel and the police station. You guys got each other and high damage abilities, mess them up. Widow can you still fight?"
"Oui, I can still go on." Widowmaker nodded as she picked up her sniper rifle.
Tucker pointed to a balcony of the hotel, "I need you up on that ledge. Chances are Wash will be sending reinforcements I need you calling movements and eliminating targets. You're our eye in the sky."
"What about you?" Donut questioned.
Tucker sheathed his sword on his back, "Don't worry, you play defense, I'm on offense." He told them as he went into the building across from the hotel. Everyone got into their positions: Widowmaker on the high ground, Doc, Donut and Lopez in the street like trench, with Tucker in the shadows.
Widowmaker placed her visor on her eyes and saw one of the machines coming from the Manoir. Another crawling from the wall where the water met the land and the last one approaching from the street where the Luna Lounge is. Widowmaker switched her earpiece to their frequency, "Incoming, three more and they're heading right this way."
"Get ready." Tucker advised.
The one from the water came up first as it took aim at the three men in front of it. Widowmaker sniped the right side turret on it's head, getting the unwanted attention of the killer robot. The guns turned to her as she jumped down into the lobby where she landed on a piano to escape the thunderous blast.
The distraction was welcomed as Lopez got upclose and used his blowtorch to toast up one of the legs and part of it's left gun. As it turned to Lopez Donut flanked left down the corner of the street and tossed an impact grenade to it's face. The multiple targets allowed for Tucker to slash the back leg twice and pin it with a stab. Immobilized now, Tucker rushed to the hotel to check on Widowmaker. Bursting through the open doors he picked her up bridle style and rushed her to Doc. As he was leaving the hotel the third beast exploded with a sticky grenade by Donut.
When he brought her to Doc the one from the lounge and the other from the Manoir had finally entered the square. Seeing a losing battle he backed away to the hotel plaza, "Fall back! To the hotel, now!"
As the he carried Widowmaker, Doc kept his medigun out and healed the team as they laid down cover fire. When inside Tucker laid Widowmaker behind the counter to keep her protected. He then rushed to the front and flipped the piano over on it's side, while gritting his teeth from the force it took. As Lopez and Donut stepped into the lobby, they helped Tucker block the entrance with the piano. As Lopez and Tucker held the piano in place, Donut and Doc moved the couch in the way for extra protection. Catching their breathe they all realized there was no way out of this.
Tucker held his head and kept on thinking of what to do next, nothing was coming to his mind. He was lost as he held onto Widow's hand, strange despite her cold appearance it felt warm.
"Tucker what's the plan?" Donut wondered as he loaded up his pistol.
Tucker shook his head and stood up, "Get her on the ship, I'll keep them distracted long enough to let you all escape."
"¿Que pasa contigo? / [What about you?]" Lopez asked as well.
"Lopez! Have a heart." Donut ordered.
Lopez snapped to Donut's direction, "¡Deja de pensar que sabes lo que estoy diciendo! / [Stop thinking you know what I am saying!]"
"I'm faster on foot than most of you except for Doc, we're even. They won't catch me. Get her to safety, I'll be fi-" Tucker stopped as he was slapped across the face by Doc.
Doc had his head down, "I've been holding back because I try to be a good person but you know what... to... H-E-double hockey sticks with that. We can't just let you go out there to die when we got each other and you got us. We can bare through, so who's ready to roll?"
"What did you expect?" Donut wondered as he joined Doc's side.
Lopez joined as well and simply slammed his hand against his chest to show a sign a unity. Mainly so Donut wouldn't attempt to translate for him.
"So, I guess this little rescue party was for me?" Widowmaker asked as she rose from the floor.
Tucker nodded, "Yeah, kinda sappy right?"
"Oui, but I must thank you, because if it wasn't for you we wouldn't be speaking together right now." Widowmaker thanked Tucker with caressing hand along his cheek.
As everyone was in awe at the adorable couple a loud blast came at the front entrance. Donut was the first to speak, "How do we get out of here?!"
"Well, we could surrender and maybe things wil-" Doc was interrupted by a piece of debris landing on his head.
Donut rushed to Doc's side, "Doc, you okay?"
"No... I'm just flaming MAD!" Doc shouted as that hit finally brought out the only thing scary as Church, "There's gonna be no surrender. We're gonna show these robots we do not yield to metal beings. We will show them their true masters. And have them TASTE...OBLIVION!"
"Y'know, I like him when he's angry." Donut admitted.
Tucker smiled as he got another plan, "Okay so here's what's going down..."
[30 seconds later]
One of the ERD mk2s were right outside the door while the other stood in front of the police station. No police force could stop them, even if they were better equipped. It was up to the heroes that were trapped inside the hotel.
Heavy footsteps came from the top balcony as Lopez came into view. The one in front of the hotel raised it's cannons up to him and took aim. As it fired, Lopez was had a stream of energy latch onto him. He glowed with a bright yellow glow as the blast directly hit him in the face and torso. The smoke cleared as his eyes glowed bright electric blue, and he brought out his twin barrel machine gun that fired armor piercing explosive rounds.
"Lopez el pesado es el mejor. / [Lopez the heavy is the best.]" Lopez stated. He fired his machine gun at the ERD mk2 in front of him and walked towards it as he dropped to the floor. Doc came out as well as he fired his rocket launcher at the monstrous bot in his wake. His medigun was still latched onto Lopez as the two were completely invisible.
Doc and Lopez finished off the big one in front of him as their weapons finished firing. Lopez was out of ammo in his gun while Doc's medigun needed to cool down. The both of them got behind two advertisement booths for cover.
As the ERD mk2 from the police station fired at them it wasn't prepared for what Tucker had in store. A loud bang came from Widowmaker's sniper rifle as she shot a fully-charged round at the robot. Another blast came from Donut's sticky grenade which was thrown at the same time Widowmaker shot her gun. After being stunned by the impact it took aim at them as well. As the robot fired Widow grappled to Lopez's spot near the building across from the hotel and Donut simply jumped to Doc right under him. Facing all his opponents now he targeted for one more final strike.
Thankfully Tucker snuck his way around it while Lopez and Doc distracted it the first time. Widowmaker and Donut gave him the final opportunity for the perfect setup. Right behind the machine Tucker sheathed his normal sword, and unleashed the real sword: The Key. As he gripped the handle with his right hand he used his left hand to keep his arm steady. The Key lit up with so much energy he glowed in Tucker's veins all the way to his eyes and heart. With a single slash the mechanism stopped shooting, moving and functioning. It was split in two, right up the middle where Tucker aimed for it to be.
With the machine destroyed he clutched his right arm and limped back to his friends. Just in time as Grif flew overhead and made his way for a quick landing, "Y'all need a ride?" Grif joked as he dropped the doors down.
"Hurry, before anybody else gets her. Move." Tucker demanded as they all loaded in and flew off before Wash and his team could intervene. Mission completed, they cheered as they all enjoyed a well deserved victory.
Tucker then remembered what would happen next, "You do know that we're taking you to the Overwatch base, right?"
"I am aware, Oui. I have nothing to fear." Widowmaker admitted.
Tucker still couldn't shake this unsettling feeling in his gut, "They might try to interrogate you."
"Will you let them?" Widowmaker flirted.
Tucker held his hand out, "Not as long you got me."
Widowmaker took his hand and felt something familiar, something she thought gone, something warm.
[End of Chapter]
So as the title said, I'm back. And I also wanted some feedback because no one commented on the other Overwatch Red Vs Blue Crossover I did. Should I erase the chapters and start with this storyline entering Overwatch 2 or should I keep the one I was working on?
Anyway, as always comment and questions are always welcomed. So without further a due, Churchisalive signing off for now.