Overwatch Headquarters – Geneva, Switzerland
The first warning was a visual ping picked up by Overwatch's outer orbital defense satellites.
Twenty-two unidentified omnic drop ships were spotted breaching Earth's upper atmosphere, falling in formation with unnatural precision. No prior flight paths. No standard heat signatures. Just silence and then the fire. Within seven minutes, they were descending directly over Geneva.
"Sound the alarm," Adawe ordered from the command deck. "All hands to defensive positions. We are under direct assault."
Overwatch HQ – Central Command Deck
Red lights pulsed across every screen. The War Room map flooded with incoming trajectories. The outer defense grid activated, railguns and missile batteries warming up along Geneva's fortified ridge. Tanks surged forward, ready to intercept the omnic force.
Jack Morrison watched the incoming fleet with a grim stare. "They're coming in hot. No attempts to jam us. No stealth. Just brute force."
Torbjörn pointed to the pattern. "They're not falling. They're inserting. Look at the way they break through turbulence, like guided artillery."
"They've got drop thrusters and reinforced hulls," Ana muttered. "Anubis designed these things to land hard and flood the zone."
Adawe didn't look away from the screen. "Where's Rose's team?"
Alpine Forward Base – Overwatch Transport Bay
Shawn stood at the loading ramp, helmet in hand, as the emergency scramble order came through.
"All units return to Geneva. Overwatch Headquarters is under siege. Enemy forces have breached outer defenses. Sky Citadel Defense Protocol is in effect."
Spencer looked up from his tablet. "That was fast."
S3bastian's arm locked into place with a snap. "Or maybe it was exactly the response we were warned about."
Shawn turned to the team. "Gear up. This isn't a raid. It's retribution."
Back at Overwatch Headquarters
The first wave landed like an avalanche.
Anubis' drop ships, shaped like iron obelisks, hammered down into the snow-covered plains, through the forests, and even within Geneva's outer perimeter. Each vessel split open mid-air, disgorging a swarm of Bastion and Orisa units via magnetic drop tubes.
The sheer number of Bastions dropping was innumerable. Some transfiguring before they touched the ground. The Orisa's had layered armor and hydraulic braces that let them punch through concrete. They deployed in synchronized patterns, forming domes of overlapping suppressive fire.
Unfortunately, that wasn't the worst of it.
Ground Overwatch units that were already struggling against the first wave of omnics felt the ground tremble. Pausing their current fight, they looked up in horror at the new approaching threat. Trailing the second wave of ships was three massive Titans. Each legged war machine was remodeled to resemble the Egyptian god, Anubis.
The first bore a tower shield the size of a dropship bay, launching waves of kinetic force. The second bristled with writhing plasma tendrils, capable of melting tanks at range. The third projected disruption fields, killing comms and scrambling Overwatch defenses every time it moved.
Reinhardt stood at the front line, his barrier shield ignited, holding back the first crash of Orisa fire.
"STAND FAST!" he roared, slamming his hammer into the ground, sending a seismic blast across the enemy lines. "FOR OVERWATCH!"
Torbjörn deployed twin turrets across elevated ramps, raining bullets into Bastion swarms. Above, Ana picked off ATW Huntsmen from the rooftop of the east tower, barking out locations to nearby squads. But when the first Titan crested the southern hill, its footfalls shaking the earth, everything changed.
8 hours later....
As the Geneva skyline lit up with anti-air fire and distant explosions, Shawn's dropship approached low, weaving between bursts of shrapnel and plumes of smoke. It didn't look good, but Geneva was holding.
Virginia scanned from the side hatch. "Those aren't just drop ships. They're factories. Each one is mass-producing units on descent."
Felix growled. "We're flying straight into a death trap."
"No," Shawn said, locking his helmet. "We're flying into the center of the storm. And we're going to punch our way through."
As soon as his dropship entered a free zone, his comms lit up.
"Rose, I have Jack and Gabriel with me. I need anyone on your team to relieve them so they can enter the field." Adawe orders.
"Ugh, more babysitting. Well, it's the big boss so at least we'll get brownie points." S3bastian complains.
"Understood." Shawn answered.
Sonya and Leslie were the best medics, while Steve and Dwayne were the best fighters of the team. Spencer and Virginia were the ones who seemed to be the analytics of the group. And Marco was just Marco. Taking that into consideration, it didn't take long for him to make the decision on who should protect Adawe.
Their transport skidded across the main plaza, barely upright. The Thorns jumped out fast, moving in coordinated fire teams.
"Sonya and Leslie, work on evacuating any who are unable to get aid themselves. Felix and Spencer, make your way to Adawe and protect her at all costs. If it comes to it, leave us if you have to and take her to a safer place. The rest of us, to the battlefield. S3bastian, let's take out those Titans."
S3bastians arms radiates with plasma, "Dibs on the octo-idiot."
The plasma-tendril Titan smashed through automated turrets like paper. S3bastian fired an overclocked plasma core at the midsection. It staggered but didn't fall as it created a hole to its interior.
Shawn surged forward, leaping off wreckage and slamming his bioelectricity directly into the Titan's spinal conduit. Sparks burst from its chassis as it screamed in an unholy mix of language and machine code.
"We are many. Your numbers dwindle. You are out of time."
Shawn gritted his teeth. "Then I'll take every second you have left."
His metal arm surged with electricity once more. Ignoring the sparks that flew off his arm, he gritted his teeth as the electricity seared his own flesh. With a shout, Shawn sends his built-up energy into the omnics spinal column. The Titan detonated in a brilliant column of white fire.
Adawe watched as feeds flickered in and out.
"Report."
Reinhardt answered from the southern trench. "Titan One is being held. Titan Two...destroyed."
Jack Morrison looked at the sky. More ships still fell beyond the horizon.
"They're trying to win this in one strike," he said. "They're trying to break us. Now."
Adawe turned to the map.
"Then we hold."