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.
"System's checked! Ready for combat!" she chirped, the familiar HUD lighting up her face.
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. General_-_Butch_-_Overwatch_-_D.Va_Hana_Song_-_...
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.
As she bypassed the encryption, a grainy video file flickered to life. It wasn't a battlefield recording. It was a workshop. A burly man with a salt-and-pepper buzz cut—General Butch—was arguing with a technician. Hana’s brow furrowed
Inside the hangar, her pink mech, Tokki, stood like a silent sentinel. Hana sat on the edge of the open cockpit, her legs dangling, a half-empty bag of Nano Cola chips beside her. She was scrolling through old military archives, her eyes bleary from the blue light of her holographic interface.
she said, snapping a selfie with the explosion in the background. "GG." "System's checked
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."