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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.

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_-_...

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. Hana paused the video