Berg Manor Assembly Hall
Stuttgart
1200 hours

A young man knelt on the floor of the assembly hall. Although years of training have tempered him into a steadfast individual combined with matching physique and skills, his nerves were chaotic at that moment.

He was about to be knighted to take his place as a Crusader.

The Crusaders were a German paramilitary organization active during the Omnic Crisis. They were known for their imposing suits of power armor, enormous blunt melee weapons, and knightly codes. However, after the Omnic Crisis ended in humanity's victory, The Crusaders' current status remain unknown, with most members either killed or retired.

But ideals are undeterred by time or bullets.

Moments later, an elderly man and woman entered the room. Despite their old age, their physique reflected their fighting days as Crusaders.

Back then, they were known as Captains Jacob and Eva Berg. But after some time serving at Overwatch, they retired, and adjusted to civilian lives. Now, they own a successful bakery franchise with worldwide branches.

Jacob approached the kneeling man, and placed his right hand on the young man's shoulder...

"Be without fear in face of your enemies.
Destroy the wicked with your weapon.
Protect the innocent with your shield.
Seek out evil and tyranny wherever they take root, no matter how monstrous your enemies may be.
And forever more, never abandon those who need you.
That is your Oath."

Jacob backhanded the man across his jaw, causing him to recoil a little.

"And that is how you will remember it. Arise, Edward Berg, a Crusader."

Edward Berg rose with pride and hugged his parents, who did the same to him.

"Do you have everything ready?" Eva asked as they parted.

"Yes, mama. Everything has been loaded to the aircraft. I shall fly to Watchpoint: Gibraltar and find Uncle Reinhardt as you instructed."

"I see, then everything is settled. Be safe." Jacob patted his son's shoulder.

"Oh you know I cannot promise you that, papa." He smirked "Live with honor."

"Die with glory," replied his parents.

With that said, Edward hugged his parents one last time and headed to the airfield.

Watchpoint: Gibraltar
1700 hours

Light peered through Edward's eyelids as he woke up from his dreamless nap. He quickly checked his aircraft's navigation computer, and saw he was flying above the Mediterranean Sea heading straight to Watchpoint: Gibraltar just as planned.

He never thought this day would come; a day where he would join Overwatch. His childhood dream which turned to ash when the organization fell, was rekindled again when after Overwatch recalled all of its former agents.

Edward was not an agent of Overwatch of course, as he was only a child when the organization was shut down. But his parents were. Now at the age of twenty nine he would be finally taking his place on the ranks.

His eyes panned to the metallic Overwatch medallion sitting on his cockpit controls which was given to him by his father.

Along with the medal, Jacob also passed down his grey hued Crusader Armor and rocket-powered Lucerne hammer from his days of service. But the suit has since been heavily modified to keep up with more modern weaponry.

The modifications included a stronger shield barrier, retrofitted with twin voice-activated missile launchers integrated to the pauldrons which were connected to the armor's targeting system, compensating for the armor generation's lack in ranged attacks. The launchers use revolving magazine cylinders, with 4 multipurpose missiles in each, totaling the suit's missile capacity to 8.

The armor was also equipped with a state-of-the art AI module to assist the wearer both in and outside of combat.

And finally, the suit was also decorated with an emblem of a bear's head on its chest.

Despite having been provided with a formidable arsenal, Edward still felt a gut-wrenching doubt deep in his heart.

Would he be worthy for Overwatch?

"AEGIS, what's the ETA to destination?" Edward asked his ship's AI system, AEGIS, trying to distract himself from his worries.

"ETA to destination ten minutes, sir," AEGIS replied.

"Thank you, AEGIS."

"My pleasure sir."

He got off from his seat, took the medallion, and headed down to the ship's cargo hold where he stored his essentials in order to commence a final check before arrival.

Edward quickly donned his skin-tight black body armor and stepped in to the suit's holding dock where the machinery began placing and screwing together the hulking Crusader Armor on him. After that was done, he retrieved his helmet and put it on.

The suit's HUD came online and the distinct sound of it's roaring engine increased in volume.

"Crusader Armor at 100% capacity," AEGIS reported. "We are being hailed by the base, sir."

"Patch them through."

"Greetings, agent," said a synthetic female voice from the other end. "Please authenticate your ID code."

Edward flipped the medallion over and read the code below his father's name "Juliett-Bravo-Charlie-One-Nine-Seven-One."

A moment of silence.

"Agent, you may proceed to hangar nine."

"Thank you. See you soon Watchpoint." As the base cut off the transmission, Edward instructed AEGIS to take them to their designated position.

The aircraft descended, and navigated its way to hangar nine, which was built to the north-east cliffs of Watchpoint: Gibraltar.

Edward grabbed his Lucerne hammer and waited until the aircraft has perfectly landed in the hangar. Once it did, he opened the cargo ramp and stepped outside; only to be held at gunpoint by ten Overwatch soldiers.

They were accompanied a massive gorilla clad in a suit of white armor that looked like it was more designed for space exploration rather than being down here on Earth, holding a cannon that sparked electricity from it.

And a large man wearing a grey hued Crusader Armor, holding his massive Rocket Hammer in both hands.

"Identify yourself!" the gorilla boomed, pointing his weapon at Edward.

'Uncle Reinhardt and Winston.' Edward smiled underneath his helmet as past memories began to surge.

If there were people Jacob and Eva ever talked about most in their career as agents, they would be them, aside from Doctor Angela Ziegler that was, the combat medic who kept patching them up during and after missions. Edward often met them when he was a kid as he followed his parents wherever they were stationed next. When his parents were away on their missions, if any of them were around, they would watch over him and tell him stories of their past missions.

Especially Reinhardt, who could talk about his exploits alone for hours while also teaching him rudimentary fighting skills as requested by Jacob and Eva.

And lastly he also had a childhood friend by the name of Fareeha Amari, who he haven't heard from again since his parents retired. They practically spent their childhood together since they were among the few children who were allowed within Overwatch's bases. How he missed her.

"I understand the precaution..."

He put his hammer on the hangar's floor, and took off his helmet.

"But I did not come here to be killed by my own friends." Edward smiled, tucking his helmet to his hip. "Uncle Reinhardt, Winston."

"Lower your weapons, my friends. You are all dismissed," Reinhardt commanded the men in front of him.

As soon as they received their orders, the men filed out of the hangar.

"I am very sorry Edward, when ATHENA detected your voice, it did not match with your father's. So, as a precaution we--"

"I completely understand, Winston. It is not like I told you anything before coming here. And with all that is happening, you can never be too careful. It is so good to see you again after all these years, old friend." And the two exchanged a hug.

Edward was relieved that he wore his armor, otherwise the intensiveness of Winston's hug could easily crush his spine.

"And you owe me a lot of stories!" Reinhardt boomed with laughter. "Come here!"

Edward and Reinhardt exchanged the Crusader's handshake by firmly grabbing each other's forearm and shaking them.

"How many years have it been since we last saw each other? Ten, fifteen years?" Reinhardt asked.

"More or less."

"Where are your parents?" the older Crusader asked again.

"They passed down their place to me, their fighting days are over they said." Edward showed him Jacob's medallion. "I can't say I blame him either, after all the things done by Overwatch...you people deserve better."

"Ah, no point of lamenting the past now. Come, lets meet the others." Reinhardt chuckled, slapping the back of his former protégé.

Edward put on his helmet, and picked up his hammer before following Reinhardt and Winston out of the hangar.

Meanwhile, at Canterlot Castle...

Princess Celestia put down her quill with an exhausted sigh and stacked another letter of requisition to its pile. There were five other similar stacks of paperwork laying on her desk directly in front of her, each containing about one hundred sheets of paperwork for her to sign. And so far, she signed ninety nine of them.

Ever since The Storm King was defeated, and Equestria returned to its peaceful state, it was back to signing mountains of paperwork for the Sun Princess. The word "boring" would be an understatement for her.

How she wished for an excuse of distraction. Maybe Twilight would teleport in and inform her of a new discovery, or Luna, who seemed to have an aptitude on acquiring the castle's latest gossip.

And suddenly, Luna landed at Celestia's work desk in a flash of blue light, scattering all of the stacked documents and mixing them with one another.

"I am very sorry sister, but I have a matter of utmost importance to tell you."

"Oh it's fine! It's fine! I could use the distraction from all these...what do you have in mind? Is it about that new captain every mare have been talking about?"

At that moment, Luna's expression changed into a somber one.

"No, it is about the Spark of Life. Believe it or not, it has re-emerged."

Celestia's heart fell to her stomach.

"Guards, leave us," Celestia ordered. The guards bowed and left the throne room, leaving the two princesses alone.

"Impossible, I banished that artifact a long time ago into the horizons of space and time. You must have been mistaken, sister. It cannot possibly re-emerge here. You must be mistaken, Lulu." The Sun Princess tried to rationalize with her sister.

"No I am not. Do you remember who created the stone? Who enchanted it with such vile magic?!" Luna growled.

"I do."

"Then you know I am not mistaken. However, you are right about one thing. The Spark of Life is not here. It is on Earth."

"The war-torn homeworld of the humans...then things just got a lot worse." Celestia sighed. "If that artifact falls to the wrong hooves, the outcome would be catastrophic. We have to do something."

"Actually, I already have something in mind," Luna replied.

"Do tell."

"We go to Earth, find the stone, and destroy it."

Author's Note

Heya folks! Lightning Spear speaking!

So I want to talk about a few things here:

1. Holy hell it is sooo good to finally make this long-dreamed fanfiction of mine a reality!

2. Edward Berg is a fictional OC of mine, not the game's real character. It is my representation in game since I fell in love with the Crusaders.

3. Y'all Overwatch nerds might be familiar with the Spark of Life as it is an essential piece of artifact in the events of Junkenstein comic and it's following aftermath The Return of Junkenstein .

Or if you don't know about them just click the link above lol.

See you in the next update guys!