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"System's checked! Ready for combat!" she chirped, the familiar HUD lighting up her face.

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. General_-_Butch_-_Overwatch_-_D.Va_Hana_Song_-_...

she said, snapping a selfie with the explosion in the background. "GG." "System's checked

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. her pink mech