Welcome to Overwatch! (IC/Open)

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Watchpoint: Gibraltar

All around the abandoned Watchpoint, lights were turning on, rooms were being dusted out, and computers were being turned on. Profiles were being made. From all corners of the world, people were streaming into the peninsula to meet up with those who shared a common goal. Those who would do their best to protect the innocent, for their own reasons. Maybe to avoid punishment, or maybe because they legitimately cared.

A meeting in the center of the Watchpoint was being held. A giant pedestal had been built up, and few people stood upon it. They were the old members of Overwatch, those who worked during the First Omnic Crisis. At the front stood a grey haired old man with a red visor over his eyes. They called him Soldier: 76. Whatever relation he had with Overwatch, it seemed like he was important, if he was going to be the one speaking.

"Alright, listen up," the man had spoken in a gruff, coarse voice. A microphone had been given to him by Winston, the gorilla which probably caught many eyes when everyone was walking in. "I'll make this quick and save you all the introduction. You know why you're here. You're here because you want to fight in this war. I'm not going to sugarcoat it for you. This will be difficult, and don't expect the whole world to change in a few days. It's going to be a long time before that happens."

"What my friend here is trying to say," said the big, armored man as he grabbed the mic and moved it closer to him, "is to keep up the faith, no matter what! No matter how dark it seems, at the end of the day, we're all raising a glass to a brighter tomorrow, so stay strong, and do what's right!"

"I suppose you could look at it like that," the Soldier said as he snatched the microphone back from the bigger man. "Still, you're all fighting the good fight. Good for you. We'll see how long your will lasts for. Now, let me tell you about what will happen."

"You'll all be put under a squad leader. You have your squad number given to you, and whoever you get as a squad member, you're stuck with. I don't want to hear any complaining about who you're with. You'll have to deal with it. Your squad leader is going to show you around the facility. The dorms, the firing range, and everything in between. You'll be given a day to settle in, then tomorrow, we'll be seeing what exactly it is you do, and how good you are at it."

"If I may, Soldier." The blonde woman slowly took the microphone away from the man and brought it up to speak into it. "Do try and get to know who's in your squad, yes? You're all working together, and it's best to know who has your back when the bullets are flying."

"Well said," the old man muttered as he took the microphone back from her. "Well, you know what to do. Find your squad leader, and they'll show you around, tell you what to do. Everyone, dismissed."

The rest of the figures on the pedestal gave a salute and then slowly began to climb off. While they did so, Cynthia smiled and let out a chuckle. Alright, time to find the new recruits. Well, she was technically a new recruit herself, but it didn't matter. She was a higher ranking new recruit, on the fact she was one of the first to show up. This organization must be desperate. Hopefully that won't last too long.

Cynthia pulled a small device out of her pocket and pressed a button. A giant, hologram appeared above her, showing the word "Mesmer". She was the squad leader of team Mesmer. Wouldn't have been the name any of the old guys would've picked, and the old soldier even stated it when she picked the name, but she thought it sounded nice. Didn't need any changing to it. She was the squad leader and she could do whatever she wanted.

Cynthia would look around as she waited for everyone in her squad to approach. She had one of the bigger squads, apparently. Some of the others were actually being lead by the veterans, Ana, Mercy, Reinhardt and all those others, but of course they left the large group with Cynthia, the rookie. Not that she was complaining. Nothing she couldn't handle.

[Demincia]

Madrid, Spain
A few days earlier...

Anatta had been lying low in the capital for a few days. The former monk had been tracking a man that was hoping to be elected to the Senate on the back of his anti-Omnic fear-mongering and his promises to imitate the Omnic-slums in King's Row that eventually led to Mondatta's assassination. That wasn't something that Anatta was prepared to allow. He'd dedicated his life to fighting the oppression of Omnics, the only way that the humans seemed to understand: with death.

The monk meditated on the roof of a building that overlooked the residence of someone the politician was meeting with. He'd been here once already a few days prior, and was back today. Just like the first time, he chose to leave his security behind, likely to not draw the attention of anyone. He had gotten out of a vehicle a few blocks away and walked down through the alleys, avoiding the street.

Anatta saw his target start to move downstairs to leave after being in the house for close to two hours, and the assassin quickly moved from his rooftop down to the street level to follow his mark. The monk waited behind a fence in the alley, knowing that the man would take this route for a few blocks before meeting up with his security again. He would be all alone for only a few minutes, but that narrow window of time was all that Anatta needed.

As expected, Anatta didn't have to wait long for his intended target to come down the alley. He walked past the fence that concealed the Omnic, unaware of the danger that lurked behind it. He kept walking, until a soft metallic whirr stopped him dead in his tracks. He turned around slowly, and saw the monk levitating a few inches above the ground, with multiple metal orbs orbiting around his body.

"So, they finally sent someone after me." the man said, almost sounding resigned. Anatta didn't know what the politician meant, but wanted to get as much information out of him as possible, so he played along with the man's assumption.

"You don't seem very surprised. Expecting us?" the monk asked, and the man stepped closer to the robot allowing the monk to see his face clearly. The man's hair was jet black, though it was obviously dyed. It was slicked back with product, not a very good look for a politician claiming to be honest.

The man just sighed and shook his head, "I didn't believe it when I heard it. I thought it was just some rumors meant to scare the small time thieves. But it's true isn't it? Overwatch lives." Thankfully the Omnic wasn't built with an expressive face, or he might have flinched and given away his surprise. He went along with the ruse, hoping to learn more about who was in the house that was such a secret.

"What about your friends? Do they believe? Or is this going to be their wake up call?" The man hesitated a little, and eyed the Omnic with suspicion and curiosity.

"No one believed it. But they'll know now. Once you arrest me, everyone in Talon will know that the rumors are true. You're a fool to approach me now. Everyone will go to ground now." The man raised his voice a little, but not enough to draw attention. It seemed he didn't know who he was dealing with.

"Trust me, everyone in Spain will hear about this, I'm counting on it." Anatta clasped his hands together and his orbs started to move, forming two loops that crossed around his body. The man took a step back, confused and slightly afraid.

"What do you mean, are you going to arrest me or wha-" the man was cut off when Anatta thrust one hand forward, launching an orb towards the man's skull and dazing him. He clutched his bleeding head, obviously in great pain from the force of the blow. He looked up and was about to scream when Anatta thrust his hands forward a few more times, then clasped his hands again as the orbs slowed down and returned to a natural position. Anatta quickly fled the scene, leaving the bloody scene in the alley.

Overwatch is reforming? the robot thought. This I have to see for myself. Maybe they know more about this Talon. The monk set off for the nearest Overwatch base that he knew off, the famous Watchpoint in Gibraltar.

[Union Princes]

Gibraltar
Meanwhile, Outside of Watchpoint

"What day is it?" Jennifer groaned as she arrived at a beachhead, "December 5? 5?! I missed Thanksgiving? How?!" Jenny stopped for a moment and retrace her memories. "Oh yeah, I was in Morocco." She check her wallet pulled from a pocket on her vest. "Good," she sigh a light laugh, "I completed the contract and got paid...in Dirhams." She then looked up and around. "I hope wherever I'm going there's a monetary conversion station that doesn't rip me off."

Jennifer did a quick inventory check just so she make sure she still have her important items. So far, she has: Her family bazooka, 20 Bolter bullets (21 including the one already loaded), two frag grenades, her wallet, her phone, a compass, a map of Europe, her bullet-proof helmet, and her handy-dandy, fool-proof, never-go-wrong frying pan from home. Jennifer made a quick mental note to wash the blood off ASAP.

'All righty then," She said out loud to herself, "Let's see how good that tip was." Jennifer began her way to the abandoned Watchpoint of Overwatch, hoping that the populace won't noticed a red head girl dressed in a dirty blue shirt rocket jumping her to destination.

"Jenny Jane Doe!" She screamed as she flew through the air, "Yer about to make it big!"
"Now where do I find a airstripe?" She pondered.

[Arkeyana]

Somewhere near Watchpoint Gibraltar

The old omnic trundled across the landscape, his tracks grinding into the ground as his aged body creaked. A massive gash surrounded by scorch marks marred his chestplate, and multiple breaks in the armor were all over him. His right arm was intact and wielded a hefty rotary cannon, but the other arm was broken, torn off below the elbow. But that wouldn't stop Fortress, he wanted to make a difference, wanted to stop the killing, for he was a perfect example of what it caused. That train of thought, however, was stopped when he heard yelling and saw a girl flying through the air. (what in blazes?) He pondered.

[Chan Island]

Sir saw the Gibraltar watchbase from the air, sitting in comfortable luxury in a junk flyer. The rudimentary ai was only going to allow it to the base's airfield, before it's batteries were going to give out (sadly, there was nothing sturdier in the local municipal landfill).

"Sir, we're coming in to land."

That was the interface, complete with gimmicky emoji home screen. But it's true, there is the airfield.

With nobody there, and already occupied by a handful of aircraft, Sir started to ponder why this would be. Was this not the location?

ORDER crunched the numbers for Sir and pulled out 2 predictions: first and foremost the flyer is going to crash. On the airfield, granted, and nobody was going to be hurt, granted, but Sir was going to need to jump out of the craft. A groan comes from the old robot. Here we go again, another crash landing. It's been a while since Sir has crafted a flying vehicle that didn't crash, must be the age of those circuits.

"Sir, we will be landing in T- 3 minutes. Favourable conditions."

"Eh, more like... whatever, pilot just make sure to land over at that far right hangar."

It's an empty one. Minimal damage.

"Oh, and pilot open the doors."

"Here you go Sir!"

It's a sweet chirpy intonation, and for a brief second Sir concluded that it was going to need to save that interface from the wreckage. The thing got a good personality. Which is fine, ORDER has predicted that there will be no fire, and by telling it to bank right there is also now a guarantee that no heavy weights will fall onto the craft. If any Overwatch personnel were to object... well, an old veteran deserves some slack, OK?

T -1 minute says ORDER. The ground is coming in fast, way too fast for comfort, but a tough omnic should be able to withstand if-

"Yay, my first landing in 5 minutes!"

Well, that explains why the interface is going to crash the flyer. Sir spends a second marvelling once again, at how the ORDER module could have possibly guessed at this, then Sir remembers. Oh yeah, crash imminent.

Sir jumped out of the flyer at the perfect moment, doing a barrel roll on the tarmac as the flyer careened headlong into the hangar, with a massive CRASH, followed by an explosion. The bot turned around to watch small, flaming bits of flyer and hangar contents launch out. Rats, that adorable interface wasn't going to be surviving that one. And, even worse, the chest piece had opened and Sir had to spend some precious moments collecting all the various tools, mostly power tools and simple things like hammers and wrenches. And, naturally, the antique pistol and ammunition.

Annoyed, the Omnic sprinted for the watchbase, still nobody outside.

That's because ORDER predicted something else: Overwatch was going to cut a bit of time, and hold the meeting 20 minutes early. In short, AA-B4 was unfashionably late entering into the meeting room...

[Kraicia]

Perseus
Near Watchpoint Gibraltar

The rolling waves of the Spanish waters tumbled back and forth upon the rocks. All was calm and quiet amid the nautical sounds and ambience among the Spanish coast; however, that was shortly shattered by the arrival of an unexpected visitor. An angular drop pod broke through the clouds before air brakes and a parachute were deployed at 1,000ft above the water; however, the drop pod was completing its journey near the coast.

Slowly but surely, the drop pod made a gentle yet slightly dusty landing as it landed upon the Spanish coastal chaparrels. Moments later, the left side of the drop pod broke up before a fairly young 5’5ft tall male stepped onto land. He was wearing a blue and dark grey military uniform consisting of a load-bearing combat vest (including backpack and anterior hip pouch), combat boots and web anklets, and a beret.

Pereus had arrived, wielding nothing than his standard K-15 Laser Battle/Sniper Rifle along with improvisions, grenades, and so much more; however, his mission in mind was not the ordinary one-man army ordeal. Overwatch had sent a transmission requesting all former Overwatch members to return, so it was only fair that the others get some of the action. Greece may not entirely agree upon Overwatch’s legacy and presence across the world, but it was only through the ‘Project Spartan’ clone soldier program that Greece decided to flex its muscle to Overwatch.

Perseus was expected to have his other navy brothers and sisters eventually land on Gibraltar, respectably in their own drop pods as well. While he wasn’t planning on killing anybody, this was his first mission where he gets to introduce himself to Overwatch and introduce Greece’s revolutionary clone super-soldier project via himself and his fellow comrades...

“Soft landing, check.” Perseus muttered to himself as he walked upon the rocks and Spanish chapparel, “Covert approach, probably so.”

[Higher Japan]

Unknown location, Japan, few days ago

"God damn it he's dead. Someone find the assassin!" One of the guards shouted, coming across a dead body with multiple energy shots to the chest along with an open window. Making her escape, Kaguya slowly slid away into the darkness as she checked her timing. A new record for an assassination, although she also had to factor in other conditions that may have hastened the escape. Walking out of the compounds and towards the get away point as her communicator sounded. Around her, she saw guards coming, fast and armed with weaponry.

"Shit, time to break out the toys." Saying this, she held 3 grenades between her fingers in her right hand as she waited for them to come. The moment she could see them within her range of view, she threw the grenades as they stayed still for a second, before bursting open. Upon release, roots spurted up from below as they latched onto the guards, trapping them while she quickly ran past them. Coming to the last obstacle, a massive gate blocking her escape, she looked around before releasing one final trick. Clicking her rifle into cross bow mode, she released 3 fog grenades as she saw the guards coming, before beginning to scale the wall. Upon reaching the top, she shot two unfortunate souls to stop them before jumping down and making her final escape.

"Now what is this about...it can't be. Could it?"

Present time, Gibraltar

Walking towards the base, Kaguya did a quick check on her weapons as she loaded her rifle with a energy clip and a hidden bolt into the top. Walking closer, she saw some fool flying through the air like a bird drunk on crack. Sighing to herself at this, she looked around for a wall to scale or go down before making her own way down to the base eventually. Upon entrance in a rather rough landing, she walked inside after dusting her clothes before waiting for more people to come in, seeing only an omnic, which didn't really bother her since she knew they were of good use when obedient enough.

[Mundeo]

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"It appears that I have been assigned to your squad"

There was a man in front of Cynthia. He was older and sickly, but there was an aura of youthful curiosity about him. By the way he was dressed he looked like a scientist, goggles and lab coat and all. Despite his decrepit appearance, his eyes had a cheerful, inspired sparkle to them, eyes that wanted to discover all of the secrets of the universe. Out of the all of the people who were supposedly assigned to Team Mesmer, this man was the only one who was currently present. Where were the others.

"Aren't you a bit young to be our squad leader?" The man asked, then breaking into a brief chuckle. "Ah, I would not doubt that you were chosen to be our captain without proper cause!"

The man then started to scratch his skin, his gaze drifting off to some other place in the distance. "May I ask, did you name our squad after the German physicist Franz Anton Mesmer? Did you know that he theorized in a universal energy transeference that he called animal magnetism, which would later be appropraitely called mesmerism? Mesmer's work in animal magnetism would later be adopted by Scottish physician James Braid who would derize the term hypnosis from it. That's how we got words like mesmerize!"

The scientist's attention then snapped back to Cynthia, and he bowed his head in apology. "Oh! There I go running my mouth again! Perhaps I should just introduce myself. My name is Doctor Lazar Angelos. I would ask if you may refer to me as the Doctor, but that pseudonyn has unfortunately already been taken. Perhaps Doctor Angelos would suffice"

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Cynthia would look to the old man in front of her and stared at him as he began to talk his mouth off about some German scientist, and how he had been working on something about animal magnetism. She wasn't exactly sure what animals had to do with magnets, but the old guy seemed to know a lot more than her, so she wasn't going to ask questions. Once he apologized about his rambling, she simply chuckled.

"Hey, I'm just happy that someone showed up," she commented, taking note of the fact that...no one was really in a hurry to meet up with her. Jeez, she thought that the best of the best would be in a bit of a hurry to get things started. "Either way, the name just came up because I thought it sounded nice."

This was when the woman would hold a hand out to the doctor. "Nice to meet you, Angelos. The name's Cynthia. I'm sure we'll be getting along well enough."

[Union Princes]

At Watchpoint Entrance

BOOM!WHOOSH!
BOOM!WHOOSH!
BOOM!WHOOSH!

Three rocket jumps and she's already arrived at Watchpoint. Jennifer looked at the sad sight it was. She could hardly believe that this is the Overwatch that she is wanting to join. Again, another quick inventory check, this time only 18 Bolters including the one that she loaded in her bazooka.

Jennifer looked to the left, to the right, what's behind her, and now what's ahead. Before she makes her first step inside, Jennifer took a quick call.
One ring, come one, two rings, Pick up the phone, three rings, WHERE are you?. And just in time, a familiar voice answered.
"Jenny?"
"HI! I MADE IT!" screamed Jenny straight into the ear of her friend.
"WHERE ARE YOU TO GIBRALTAR?"
"Don't worry! Just three hours away. I got your stuff and the stuff you will get."
"SWEET!"
"Just get a place for me to drop it off. I only have one parachute and it's not for cargo."
"DON"T WORRY!" assured Jennifer, "I-"
"I'm flying a plane right now. So it's a bad time giving me a call since I'm steering with one hand right now."
"O-"
"Now, don't you worry. I'm a genius." proudly declared the voice on the phone, "I'll text you when I see Watchpoint."

And that he hang up. Jennifer refocused her thoughts. First impression is everything, even for a merc like me.
One step in, Good, no security. Two steps in, No sirens. Three steps in, No gunshots. Jennifer then immediately beelined towards the nearest door facing in her direction. As soon as she reached the door, it opened with such ferocity that Jennifer stopped dead in tracks and saluted to whoever is facing her.
A woman with burgundy hair with even more burgundy eyes was staring straight at her. I hope I made a good first impression. Jennifer's back was straight as a ruler, head held high, but unfortunately, her field of vision was block by her helmet. Nice shoes though.

"You smell like a fish that swam through a sewer." said the burgundy-haired woman, breaking the silence.
"She's not wrong" thought Jennifer.

[Arkeyana]

Fortress lumbered in through the open entrance, only to nearly run into someone and stop suddenly. "Oh sorry, my bad...sir?" He couldn't make out the woman's features due to the helmet on her head, and assumed that she was a he.

[Union Princes]

"Huh?" Jennifer turned around saw a huge Omnic towering above her. At least 7 feet in length and its face, (I think that its face), is showing signs of neutral confusion.
"I'm not a sir but a ma'am, and one at a time! I need to talk to the woman in front of me."
Jennifer turned to the burgundy-haired woman who was now looking at the giant Omnic, first the gun, then the broken arm.
"So, uuuuh, Where do I sign up?" asked Jennifer to the woman in front of her still maintaining her perfect posture.

[The Batavia]

Watchpoint Gibraltar

Draak was standing somewhere in the back. He couldn't help but smile since he arrived in Gibraltar. He's been waiting a long time for this. Just a few days ago, he had to finish a contract in the Russian Ural mountains. As soon as he got back to his hotel in Moscow and received his payment from his contractor, he noticed a distress signal on his tablet. It was probably one of the happiest moments in his life, Overwatch was his family, after all. He made his way to Gibraltar as soon as he could.

After the old members of Overwatch were done having their speech, Draak started looking for his squad. If he remembered correctly, he belonged in the new 'Mesmer' squad. Although he was definately not a rookie anymore, he wasn't mad that didn't get his own squad. After all, he was a soldier not an officer. Eventually he saw the hologram and with a wide grin he walked over, with one hand holding his M76-C while the Pulse Carbine rested on his shoulder. "Hey, this is Mesmer squad, right?" Draak said to the Burgundy haired woman. Even though he spoke fluent English, you could tell by his accent it is probably not his first language. "Just call me Draak."

[Chan Island]

Sir rounded the corner and spotted a small crowd standing outside the entrance. ORDER had predicted that the entrance would be abandoned, after all the Omnic is late, but regardless, Sir immediately fixated on the giant tank.

"Oh look at you, an E series Heavy Combat Automaton! Not seen one of you since the war..."

The glaring faults are obvious, "Oh no, your arm! Don't worry, I believe I can fix that with some of the ..."

Glancing around, Sir finds that exact appropriate part encased within that bazooka. However, ORDER immediately screams a prophecy to NOT ask the woman holding it, unless you want a quick demise. So, changing the topic, the omnic instead turns to the burgundy-haired woman, which ORDER is showing up as somebody of actual relevance, and asks instead," AA-B4, Agent "Sir" of Overwatch reporting for duty."

At that point, the robot reaches into the general's pocket and pulls out the piece de la resistance: the authentic Overwatch token from all those years ago. It's not in the best of condition, the yellow of the emblem only visible in individual patches, but there it is, true as anything.

[Demincia]

Watchpoint: Gibraltar

Anatta sat on a cliff, using magnification built into his helmet to observe the group congregating outside the door. Overwatch must be desperate. he thought, To think they'd associate themselves with half of this lot. This should be easier than I could have dreamed.

By now, word had gotten out that Nightshade had struck in Madrid, though no one knew where he could have been headed afterwards. It seemed that his attack in Spain had confused the press worldwide. No one expected him to hit a potential Senator months before the election even happened. It served to reinforce the idea that no one was safe as long as they sought to oppress Omnics. People would think twice before speaking up with such hatred.

Anatta changed positions to be a little closer, to get a better look at the base. It seemed that not all of the base's functionality had been restored, since he hadn't been detected yet. Hopefully most of the base was like that. He needed to get into the base, and find out what this shell of an organization knew about Talon.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

Cynthia would glance at the girl with the rocket launcher, open her mouth, and then close it, giving the woman a questioning look. "You...didn't talk to Soldier beforehand?" She gestured to the grey haired man who was talking to the winged blonde woman. After a moment, the girl shook her head. "Either way, welcome to Overwatch, all...three of you." Two robots, some dragon dude and some girl with...a huge rocket launcher. Hmm. Reminded her of one of the gals she spotted flying around.

"The name's Cynthia, and for now, until those of you who didn't get a team...get a team, I'll be your leader for a while. I'll just show you around the base. As for you, helmet," she pointed at Jennifer, "you can sign up after our tour of Gibraltar. We got a lot to cover and apparently I'm getting a bigger team than expected. Sucks for me, but I've handled a lot of overwhelming situations before."

"Odds are you'll get a different team once you talk to Soldier...or the big gorilla. He seems to be helping everyone out a lot."

[The Batavia]

Cynthia would glance at the girl with the rocket launcher, open her mouth, and then close it, giving the woman a questioning look. "You...didn't talk to Soldier beforehand?" She gestured to the grey haired man who was talking to the winged blonde woman. After a moment, the girl shook her head. "Either way, welcome to Overwatch, all...three of you." Two robots, some dragon dude and some girl with...a huge rocket launcher. Hmm. Reminded her of one of the gals she spotted flying around.

"The name's Cynthia, and for now, until those of you who didn't get a team...get a team, I'll be your leader for a while. I'll just show you around the base. As for you, helmet," she pointed at Jennifer, "you can sign up after our tour of Gibraltar. We got a lot to cover and apparently I'm getting a bigger team than expected. Sucks for me, but I've handled a lot of overwhelming situations before."

"Odds are you'll get a different team once you talk to Soldier...or the big gorilla. He seems to be helping everyone out a lot."

"Sorry for being that guy." Draak said. "But that big gorilla's name is Winston and he's pretty intelligent, infact, he is a scientist. Probably has an higher IQ than all of us combined." This was something Draak couldn't help himself with, sometimes he just says what comes to mind, which... isn't a very good thing when you're a soldier. "Anyways... Nice to meet you, Cynthia. I'll be looking forward to working with you."

[Arkeyana]

Sir rounded the corner and spotted a small crowd standing outside the entrance. ORDER had predicted that the entrance would be abandoned, after all the Omnic is late, but regardless, Sir immediately fixated on the giant tank.

"Oh look at you, an E series Heavy Combat Automaton! Not seen one of you since the war..."

The glaring faults are obvious, "Oh no, your arm! Don't worry, I believe I can fix that with some of the ..."

Glancing around, Sir finds that exact appropriate part encased within that bazooka. However, ORDER immediately screams a prophecy to NOT ask the woman holding it, unless you want a quick demise. So, changing the topic, the omnic instead turns to the burgundy-haired woman, which ORDER is showing up as somebody of actual relevance, and asks instead," AA-B4, Agent "Sir" of Overwatch reporting for duty."

At that point, the robot reaches into the general's pocket and pulls out the piece de la resistance: the authentic Overwatch token from all those years ago. It's not in the best of condition, the yellow of the emblem only visible in individual patches, but there it is, true as anything.

Fortress had to turn and look down at Sir. "You to, an AA-B unit of all units!" he remarked. Remembering the success of his design in battle, he asked "Were there any more E74s made?"

[Union Princes]

"If That's The Case," shouted out Jennifer, "That You May Become My Team Leader. Let Me Introduce Myself!"
"I Am Jennifer Jane Doe! (But you can call me Jenny)" she proudly announced, "ROOT, SHOOT AND READY TO BOOT!"
"And For 9 Years I have Circumnavigated the Globe As A Mercenary!"
"I Was Born In The Family Estate In The Midwest USA!" Jennifer continued without hesitation.
"And this here," as Jennifer proudly displayed, "Is The Family Bazooka!"

Cynthia is politely unimpressed but really, she is horrified looking at that weapon.
This weapon can't even be called "old", by modern standards this thing's "ancient". It looked like it hasn't seen combat in a 100 years! It's like seen your own great-grandfather taking up arms and participating in the First Omnic Crisis.
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On closer inspection, Cynthia could see the very faint words, aged through time, that says "MANN CO."

"And This Here," said Jennifer, showing her melee weapon, "Is My Frying Pan From Home!"
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"Without A Doubt, This Thing Is The Most Indestructible Thing Built By Man!"

The pan reeked of old blood, burning metal, and morning breakfast.
The expression on Cynthia's face was either repulsive curiosity or angrily determined to be polite. It looks like Jennifer overstayed with introduction.

"Sooo...Well, uuuh, where will I be staying? (so I can shower and wash my clothes)" sheepishly asked Jennifer squirming on spot like a child about to be spanked.

[Chan Island]

Sir rounded the corner and spotted a small crowd standing outside the entrance. ORDER had predicted that the entrance would be abandoned, after all the Omnic is late, but regardless, Sir immediately fixated on the giant tank.

"Oh look at you, an E series Heavy Combat Automaton! Not seen one of you since the war..."

The glaring faults are obvious, "Oh no, your arm! Don't worry, I believe I can fix that with some of the ..."

Glancing around, Sir finds that exact appropriate part encased within that bazooka. However, ORDER immediately screams a prophecy to NOT ask the woman holding it, unless you want a quick demise. So, changing the topic, the omnic instead turns to the burgundy-haired woman, which ORDER is showing up as somebody of actual relevance, and asks instead," AA-B4, Agent "Sir" of Overwatch reporting for duty."

At that point, the robot reaches into the general's pocket and pulls out the piece de la resistance: the authentic Overwatch token from all those years ago. It's not in the best of condition, the yellow of the emblem only visible in individual patches, but there it is, true as anything.

Fortress had to turn and look down at Sir. "You to, an AA-B unit of all units!" he remarked. Remembering the success of his design in battle, he asked "Were there any more E74s made?"

"There were exactly 1598 E series made as of the last day of the Omnic Crisis, sadly more than half were destroyed in a single battle... against Overwatch ironically. Last I was informed, most of your kind now work as bodyguards and as military contractors. Now if you'll excuse me for just 37.8 seconds."

With that, Sir opened up the chest plate, revealing the toolbox. The robot then violently tore a wall panel away and grasped a fistful of wires from underneath and some kind of circuit. In the chest cavity AA- B4 reveals an ancient stereo speaker with one hand and a tube of glue with the other. Nanobots pour from the arms and legs, covering the scrap and shaping it into a rudimentary 4 legged droid, only requiring a quick treatment of the sticky stuff to stay together. A cable plugs into one of the nanobots from the speaker bot for a few seconds. Finally, the nanobots retreat back to their limb habitats and Sir unplugs the new robot and pats it on it's way.

"Don't worry, I have simply foreseen that we have to introduce ourselves to a new, future friend of ours. This is the only way to do so without hurting ourselves in the process."

The legendary robot put the toolbox and the few spare parts left over back inside the chest cavity, shut the panel and then turned to Cythnia.

"I would be delighted to serve under you Cythnia White, ORDER has predicted that you will be a fine leader for Mesmo Squad. Though, in a few moments it will be nice to catch up with some old friends."

...........

The Cliff

Anatta saw a small robot with a stereo speaker on it scuttle out of the door and make a beeline straight for his position.

About halfway across the clearing, the speaker bot stopped, angled it's head towards his exact position and announced,

"I know you're watching us Anatta. Come along down and introduce yourself to the team. You will be very valuable for Overwatch...

Nightshade."

[Demincia]

Anatta saw the robot head for his position, and thought about destroying it, but that would only cause the others here to turn hostile. The Omnic didn't react when the robot approached, nor when it used his name. "You seem to have confused me for someone else." he said flatly. "I don't know anyone by the name Anatta."

He moved closer to the cliff's edge and knelt down. "I don't have any interest in Overwatch. All I want is information that your computers might have, then my journey continues, separate from this place. I'd advise against trying to stop me. It will be easier for everyone." His orbs shifted a little under his coat, though they still remained out of sight.

He started to calculate how long it would take him to either incapacitate or kill everyone outside the building should they interfere with his plan. He also kept one orb ready for the small robot, in case it stuck around.

[The Assorted Saharan Outposts]

"Look, you'll have to wait for that in a moment, helmet," the model said with a shake of her head. "I've got to talk to some others, and I've got a few people that still need to show up." With that said, she would then turn to Sir. She'd end up tilting her head at his statement.

"Um...excuse me? You mean those old guys over there?" She gestured to the Overwatch veterans, talking to noticeably smaller groups. "Look, I'm not sure if we'd really be able to talk to them. Also, Draak, yes, I know the gorilla has a name, just...give me a moment. Everyone here is giving me a headache."

[Chan Island]

Anatta saw the robot head for his position, and thought about destroying it, but that would only cause the others here to turn hostile. The Omnic didn't react when the robot approached, nor when it used his name. "You seem to have confused me for someone else." he said flatly. "I don't know anyone by the name Anatta."

He moved closer to the cliff's edge and knelt down. "I don't have any interest in Overwatch. All I want is information that your computers might have, then my journey continues, separate from this place. I'd advise against trying to stop me. It will be easier for everyone." His orbs shifted a little under his coat, though they still remained out of sight.

He started to calculate how long it would take him to either incapacitate or kill everyone outside the building should they interfere with his plan. He also kept one orb ready for the small robot, in case it stuck around.

The small robot sat silently in the clearing for a moment, then Anatta noticed a squad of about 20 nanobots, each no bigger than a watch, carrying a small processor, and 2 more carrying a wire, and one carrying a comically small blowtorch. The nanobots crawled all over the speaker bot like ants, attached the processor onto the top of it, then retreated. Anatta heard the ancient classic apple reboot noise, then the thing turned over to him and continued. "Overwatch has some of the information you seek, but not all. We too are seeking it. Both of us mutually require each other's aid in this endeavour."

"Look, you'll have to wait for that in a moment, helmet," the model said with a shake of her head. "I've got to talk to some others, and I've got a few people that still need to show up." With that said, she would then turn to Sir. She'd end up tilting her head at his statement.

"Um...excuse me? You mean those old guys over there?" She gestured to the Overwatch veterans, talking to noticeably smaller groups. "Look, I'm not sure if we'd really be able to talk to them. Also, Draak, yes, I know the gorilla has a name, just...give me a moment. Everyone here is giving me a headache."

"Apologies for the confusion I have caused. I shall make myself scare and attempt conversation with some of my fellow veterans."

ORDER is not predicting any successes on this front, but you never know.

[Union Princes]

"At Least Tell me Where I'm Gonna Be Staying," asked Jennifer, "We Can Do Introductions On The 'Morrow! When We Are Assigned Teams...Of Course"

"Now, What's My Room Number Of My Living Quarters?"

[Demincia]

Anatta saw the robot head for his position, and thought about destroying it, but that would only cause the others here to turn hostile. The Omnic didn't react when the robot approached, nor when it used his name. "You seem to have confused me for someone else." he said flatly. "I don't know anyone by the name Anatta."

He moved closer to the cliff's edge and knelt down. "I don't have any interest in Overwatch. All I want is information that your computers might have, then my journey continues, separate from this place. I'd advise against trying to stop me. It will be easier for everyone." His orbs shifted a little under his coat, though they still remained out of sight.

He started to calculate how long it would take him to either incapacitate or kill everyone outside the building should they interfere with his plan. He also kept one orb ready for the small robot, in case it stuck around.

The small robot sat silently in the clearing for a moment, then Anatta noticed a squad of about 20 nanobots, each no bigger than a watch, carrying a small processor, and 2 more carrying a wire, and one carrying a comically small blowtorch. The nanobots crawled all over the speaker bot like ants, attached the processor onto the top of it, then retreated. Anatta heard the ancient classic apple reboot noise, then the thing turned over to him and continued. "Overwatch has some of the information you seek, but not all. We too are seeking it. Both of us mutually require each other's aid in this endeavour."

Anatta moved away from the robot again. "If Overwatch doesn't have all I need, I'll take what I can and go. I work alone." he said. His orbs shifted under his coat again, but the monk focused his mind and calmed them. "I have my own goals, far beyond that of this sad attempt at recreating the past." Anatta didn't know why they even bothered to try. No one wanted Overwatch to come back, especially not without Morrison and Reyes. "Times have changed. Overwatch has no purpose. The world is a different place now. There are no heroes, only those seeking the truth."