The neon lights of Busan never truly slept, but for —known to the world as D.Va —the silence of the MEKA base at 3:00 AM was the only time she felt like herself.
she said, snapping a selfie with the explosion in the background. "GG." General_-_Butch_-_Overwatch_-_D.Va_Hana_Song_-_...
Hana paused the video. She looked at her own hands, calloused from years of pro-gaming controllers and flight sticks. Butch had been looking for someone like her decades before she was even born. The neon lights of Busan never truly slept,
As she boosted out of the hangar and into the rainy night, she felt a strange connection to the old General. He had envisioned a future where the pilot was the heart of the machine. As she dove into the fray, weaving through a hail of missiles with the precision of a Grandmaster, Hana whispered to herself, "Watch this, General. I'm playing to win." She looked at her own hands, calloused from
Hana’s brow furrowed. She had heard rumors of the "General," a legendary commander from the early days of the Omnic Crisis who had advocated for pilot-sync technology long before the MEKA unit was officially formed. Butch wasn't just a strategist; he was a pioneer of the "Aggressive Defense" doctrine that Hana now lived by.
With a perfectly timed Self-Destruct, the Gwishin was reduced to scrap metal. As Hana stood amidst the cooling wreckage, waiting for her new mech to be air-dropped, she looked up at the moon. The legacy of General Butch wasn't in the files or the steel—it was in the pulse of the pilot who refused to back down.
Suddenly, the base’s proximity alarms blared. A massive Gwishin omnic had breached the coastal perimeter. Hana didn't hesitate. She kicked the chip bag aside and vaulted into the pilot’s seat.