Crystalline Universe: Team Fortress 2/ Overwatch

*NOTE: currently, the story happens 7 days after Sniper's death.

As CR-455 enters the laboratory, all the men stood up to salute him. He was nominated the New leader of the military shortly after Sniper's death. Walking to the chief scientist, he slowly and coldly said in a whisper:

- I expect advances in your research, how are things going so far?

The scientist (With sweat all over his forehead) - Sir, we currently can't figure it out. Cooperating four generators in a single suit is impossible. The share heat and pressure the hypernuclear generators generate are too great for the system to handle.

CR-455 (sarcastic) - Oh yes, I can't forget this, the share amount of pressure and heat, yes!

Smashing the chief scientist in the head with his armoured fist, instantly killing the man, CR-455 called up all the attention inside the laboratory.

CR-455 (yelling) - Is this the best you, the most brilliant men and women of the association can do? Seven days, 134 scientists, all resources and information available at your disposal, no result from any of you. This is shameful! Doctor Ethan build Mike's armour by himself inside his laboratory. Why can't you guys even manage to even start the armour's construction? If I don't see results in 2 months, all of you will be executed!

The sentence hit all the scientists like a hammer slamming down judgement day, all looked at each other in horror. CR-455's words are the words of God, if he says so, it will happen.

CR-455 (frustrated) - What are you all looking at? Get to work! And clean me this dead man's body!

CR-455 walked out of the lab, furious with his two executioner guards.

CR-455 (looking back at his two guards while walking) - You two see how this association has fallen? It's up to us to rebuild this once great organization.

One of CR-455's man - Sir, Captain Zack McCain confirmed that his position was secured in Bresil.

CR-455 - Already? You see, that's progress right there. Tell him to move his fleet forward and, most importantly, order him to not engage with the U.S.'s Overwatch 5th fleet guarding the coast of Florida.

CR-455's man - Yes, as you wish sir.

*Salvador, Central America.

The big crowd of people littered the street of the markets. The blazing sun shined on the sky announcing a lovely day where children ran all over the crowded streets. As people pushed each other in the camped walkways of the markets, the shadow of an aircraft, blinding the sunbeam caught the attention of curious folks. The craft landed on the center of the market, forcing people to run away in fear of getting hit in its landing. The smoking hot ship was white coloured with the Overwatch logo on its wings. As crowd people approached to inspect, suddenly, the ramp opened and a man in a medical dress walked down. Squeezing through the thick horde of people, the man of medicine made his way into a nearby meat merchant's store. Seeing the doctor standing on his doorstep, an obese Latino man waved his hand at the medic.

Merchant (In joy) - Oh my, oh my! Isn't that my favourite client! Bernhardt...

The doctor - Ludwig, Bernhardt Ludwig. You forgot again didn't you, my friend.

Merchant (embarrassed) - Sorry amigo, I never understood why you Germans always use such complicated names.

Bernhardt - Alright, alright, I mean you have a complicated name too, Melocotón.

Melocotón - So what's the deal, need help because one of your patients was missing his bones?

Bernhardt - Listen, amigo, I know what I told you last time about my grandfather was unbelievable but that's truly what happened!

Melocotón - Oh yeah! Your Abuelo killed his patient and only lost his medical licence and did not go to jail.

Bernhardt - Dummkopf, too bad if you don't believe it.

Melocotón - So amigo, what do you need from me.

Melocotón - Oh mierda, a crazy doctor escaped from the asylum. Follow me!

Bernhardt - Scheisse, a fat man escaped from ze gym.

Closing the store, locking the door, Melocotón lead Bernhardt down into his bas.e.m.e.nt where a cold chamber kept the meat frozen. Inside the cold chamber, the butcher opened a secret passway hidden under boxes of frozen pork chops. Entering the secret trapdoor, they got into a big room with frozen body parts all inside. After 15 minutes, the doctor now fully loaded with a bag full of organs, was ready to make his way back to the surface. Before going up, the doctor realized some suspicious barrels leaking a golden yellow liquid laying around the back of the chamber.

Bernhardt - Melocotón, what are those barrels?

Melocotón - Those? I and the boy found them inside a mine yesterday. We went mining and thought this was gold but in the end, we don't know what it is.

Upon closer inspection, the Medic stood in shock and turned his head to the butcher.

Bernhardt - 3 million dollar, I buy all the barrels.

Melocotón - What? 3 million? This is a bit low, amigo, we worked hard for it.

Bernhardt - 6 million!

The butcher did not realize but the medic did, the substance in question was not any substance, it was Australium. A substance capable of bringing the dead back to life and allow the living to gain super strength, immortality and invincibility. (If you are a fan of Team Fortress 2, you know what this is).

*Somewhere else

A sewer cap in the middle of the busy street lifted itself, unremarked by the bypassers minding their own business. Peeking through the opening to make sure no danger around, a dirty man slowly crawled out of the sewer followed by another.

McCree (enthusiastic) - Ya sure know a lot of hidden passageways, partner. Getting us all the way here in 6 days after our ship crashed.

McArthur - I just happen to know these locations, I don't remember how but I just seem to know them by heart.

McCree - Are you sure you don't remember anything? You better get some treatments, your head is bleeding from your battle injuries.

McArthur - I don't remember how did I hurt myself.

McCree - We should borrow a cellphone from one of the bypassers, we need to contact the base as fast as possible.

McArthur (pointing to the sky behind them) - No we don't have time we need to run, they are here.

McCree - Oh shit! They sure f.u.c.k.i.n.g hate our gut!

The two ran as bombes and bullets rain from the sky like a blizzard of chaos. Running like a helpless mouse in front of a hungry cat, The two of them along with the crowd quickly made their way inside buildings to hide from the attack. The missiles destroyed whatever target they can make contact with. The attacks were indiscriminate, unprotected people fell under the rain of bullets as squadrons after squadrons of bombers and fighters bombarded and rampaged the city.

McArthur - Ok, grab on to me, I'm gonna make a dash.

McCree - Are you crazy? Can't you see how chaotic is the environment outside? And these people what about them?

McArthur - Look!

In the flash of a few seconds, McCree and the 5 others hiding with them find themselves standing on a market where the bombardment has yet reached.

McCree - How? How the heck did you do that?

McArthur - Those crystals on my hand, I seem to know what they serve. I grabbed you and the rest and made a dash forward by protecting us from the artilleries.

McCree still remained speechless, still in the process of understanding what happened a few seconds ago.

McCree (turning his head) - Huh? That? How? Why the hell is there an Overwatch jet here?

Not realizing the presence of the pair, the medic and butcher pushed the last of the barrels inside the jet.

Bernhardt (shaking the Melocotón's hand) - Thank you very much, freund.

Melocotón - Alright amigo, see you next time, nice to make a deal with you. And next time, make sure to bring me another of your weird story.

Bernhardt - Alright, alright, I'll be back soon.

After a final goodbye, the butcher returned to his shop as the medic returned inside his ship.

Sneaking inside the ship before the jet's ramp completely closed, McArthur and McCree sat against a wall finally safe after a 7 days escape.

McCree (turning his head to face the medic) - Medic! What are doing here in Salvador?

The medic, surprised, grabbed a bone saw on the floor and charged at the pair at full speed.

Bernhardt - I'm going to saw through your bones, thieves!

McCree - Hey! Hey! Medic, it's me, McCree, calm down man!

Bernhardt - McCree? How? We thought you were dead!

McCree - Yes! The good news is that I didn't die and I brought help, this guy!

Bernhardt (relaxed) - Right! Right! I thought you were are a thief.

Sitting back on the pilot seat, the medic prepared the jet for takeoff.

McCree - Medic, what are those barrel I say you load on the ship?

Bernhardt (stressed) - Medical stuff. You don't understand. Oh yeah, you see the Medigun on the wall? Heal your friend with it, he seems to be pretty hurt.

McCree (getting up to get the Medigun) - Medic, here, I present you, McArthur, he saved my life back there and McArthur, I present you our fleet's medical chief, Bernhardt Ludwig.

Getting up on his turn, McArthur advanced toward the medic. Slowly descending his head down to the medic's shoulder, he whispered:

- Those barrels contain Australium, I thought this substance was extinct. Where did you get it?

A small drop of sweat ran down from the medic's head. The man of medicine slowly and nervously answered :

- Medical purpose, to revive patient, also, can you please keep the trade with that butcher a secret, I know you say it, I don't wanna lose my position, if you want money, just say how much.

McArthur - No! What no! I'm not threatening you.

Medic - Ok! Ok! Don't kill me! Just take it if you want it! Don't kill me!

McCree - Hey medic, how do I heal with this Medigun you are talking about? It's darn complicated.

Medic - Pull the handle and point it at the patient.

Pulling the handle, a red beam fired from the Medigun barrel toward McArthur, slowly healing the young man.

McArthur - Medic, about that...

Medic - Alright! Alright! Just take anything you want, I will get off this ship just don't kill me!

McArthur - No! Look! The Talon fighters are coming our way!

The medic, stoned from a view at the hundred of fighters jet and bombers, started his ship and tried to fly away from the dangers as fast possible.

To be continued...