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.
That’s when she saw it: a classified file labeled General_-_Butch_-_Overwatch_-_D.Va_Hana_Song_-_...
"System's checked! Ready for combat!" she chirped, the familiar HUD lighting up her face. Suddenly, the base’s proximity alarms blared
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 kicked the chip bag aside and vaulted
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.
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.