[ By the time Hana was born, the prominence of Overwatch was beginning to subside, the Omnic Crisis having ended. Still, she grew up hearing stories about the brave heroes from all over the world who fought for the world and for humanity. Even when the group fell into disgrace and disbanded, Hana admired them to an extent. Not to a level of fanaticism, but a lot of them seemed so very much like superheroes in comics and stories, games and shows she would watch, except that they were real.
So when the Korean government asked her to become a pilot for MEKA, she said yes. Partly because it was incredibly flattering to have been chosen based on her status as a world gaming champion, but partly because--wow, she could use her skills for something good, just like those heroes.
And then Overwatch reformed. Hana wouldn't have expected them to ask for her assistance, but they did--though when they did, she couldn't help but think, well, why wouldn't they ask me?
Which brings her to now, staying up late in the Gibraltar base, playing games. The last operation overseas had left her a bit jetlagged, but honestly she would have been staying up playing games regardless. When she hears McCree's southern drawl directed at her, she appreciates the fact that it's McCree and not the doctor. McCree doesn't give Hana as much of a rough time about what she spends her free time doing as the doctor or 76 do. At some point she'd actually tried to pass her spending hours on end in front of a screen as training for combat, but once Angela walked in on Hana playing a farming game, the excuse stopped working. This time, at least, she's playing some sort of shooter game set in the wastelands of some desolate planet out in space with hidden treasure and robots and dog-like things that spit acid and pistols that shoot fire or something.
McCree is a "cool old guy," which is why Hana just. Keeps playing. He'll understand right. His entrance, however, distracts her just enough that she gets damaged in whatever fight she's engaged in, and she shrieks an expletive in Korean. ]
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So when the Korean government asked her to become a pilot for MEKA, she said yes. Partly because it was incredibly flattering to have been chosen based on her status as a world gaming champion, but partly because--wow, she could use her skills for something good, just like those heroes.
And then Overwatch reformed. Hana wouldn't have expected them to ask for her assistance, but they did--though when they did, she couldn't help but think, well, why wouldn't they ask me?
Which brings her to now, staying up late in the Gibraltar base, playing games. The last operation overseas had left her a bit jetlagged, but honestly she would have been staying up playing games regardless. When she hears McCree's southern drawl directed at her, she appreciates the fact that it's McCree and not the doctor. McCree doesn't give Hana as much of a rough time about what she spends her free time doing as the doctor or 76 do. At some point she'd actually tried to pass her spending hours on end in front of a screen as training for combat, but once Angela walked in on Hana playing a farming game, the excuse stopped working. This time, at least, she's playing some sort of shooter game set in the wastelands of some desolate planet out in space with hidden treasure and robots and dog-like things that spit acid and pistols that shoot fire or something.
McCree is a "cool old guy," which is why Hana just. Keeps playing. He'll understand right. His entrance, however, distracts her just enough that she gets damaged in whatever fight she's engaged in, and she shrieks an expletive in Korean. ]