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she said, snapping a selfie with the explosion in the background. "GG."

That’s when she saw it: a classified file labeled 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. she said, snapping a selfie with the explosion

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. The legacy of General Butch wasn't in the

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

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.