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liselicanis · 2 years ago

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Good Things Fall Apart

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Chapter 5: Come Morning We Wake From This Dream

It was a steady progress to finish working on her silent omnic friend. Well, she considered him a friend, if he thought the same, Hana wouldn't know, but he only made noises in response to some things she said now. A good sign? She certainly hoped so.

He still didn't move even after she and Dae-Hyun finished his legs, the omnic simply laid there, causing her much confusion until her mechanic explained that he probably needed time to adjust to his limbs and hardwire them to the rest of his circuitry.

"Kinda like your arm and leg I guess? When those," he motioned to her casts, "come off next week they'll probably feel weird to you, you know?" he joked and gave her a small poke to her shoulder.

Hana laughed along with him. "I can't wait. It's been so...bleh without being able to use them. And sometimes they itch like crazy, like you can't imagine."

Her casts coming off also meant that she could wear her cuter clothes again. Not that she was a fashionista but just having to wear short sleeves and shorts had been an annoyance. Even with the heaters on, sometimes it got a little nippy in the workshop.

Huh. Clothes.

"You know, it doesn't feel right to uhm..." she glanced over at the omnic and then back to Dae-Hyun. "...have him..."

Wow, it was a struggle to get the words out. Or maybe it was because Dae-Hyun was a guy? If Yuna was standing in his place would she have been able to say it without restraint?

"Have him what? Naked?"

Oh thank goodness. She didn't have to say it. Most of the omnics that she had come across aside from the Gwishin (who were distinctly not humanoid looking) preferred clothing. When she had found him, he had had some rags on, but because of the damage he had sustained, they were nigh unusable.

She nodded, her face a little bit pink and Dae-Hyun rubbed his neck and shrugged. "Well, I don't know about that. He kinda talks to you, right? Maybe ask him?" He had seen them 'communicate' before. Hisses and crackling. They had offered to fix his voicebox but then he made terrible screeching noises at the motion.

He didn't want it fixed. At least not by them it seemed. After that, Dae-Hyun kind of stopped trying to talk with the omnic. It seemed he preferred Hana, even if it wasn't by much. He honestly didn't know how to feel about that.

Shaking her head, Hana instead gave him a light shove. "NO! You do it. This is...a guy thing. Yeah! A guy thing!"

It was Dae-Hyun's turn to feel his cheeks grow warm. What did she mean a guy thing? He was a human and that 'guy' was an omnic. There was a difference there! The only reason they had concluded that their friend here was male was because Hana kept asking until she had received the answer she had been looking for.

And because of that, it had been Dae-Hyun who had been tasked with working on the R-7000's legs. And boy had that been difficult. None of the pictures they had managed to dig out from old archives were good enough with details, and while they did have the one mangled leg to go off on, there were parts missing that seemed essential to this particular omnic. The 'claws' for example.

What purpose did they serve? What terrains was this guy crossing that needed claws of all things? But, since that's what what he had had, then that's what he and Hana gave him. To the best of their ability.

Clothing on the other hand....

There was no denying that this guy was big. Easily towering over the two of them. So what kind of clothing would best suit him? Dae-Hyun stroked his chin, trying to picture what best would fit the omnic. Or at the very least his bottom half so then maybe Hana would stop feeling embarrassed.

What the reason for this was, he did not really want to think about.

"Dae-Hyun?"

Side-eyeing his long time friend, the mechanic sighed. "I'll try. No promises though. I don't think he likes me very much." He then stepped forward to where the omnic lay, not really prepared for the uncomfortable questions he was about to ask. Would he even answer him?

Well, only one way to find out.

"Do you uh...want clothing of any kind? Pants? Shirt? We could uh...try a hanbok?" He waited for a response and then looked back at Hana who gave him a thumbs up. The omnic didn't respond and just when he was about to give up, there was a hesitant crackle.

All right, finally getting somewhere. "Okay, you do? Would you mind making that noise again to what you'd prefer?"

They settled on just pants for now though getting them on the omnic would most likely fall to Dae-Hyun's hands again. Just had to find material fitting to the omnic's liking, which well...good luck to you on that, Hana.

She took it up on herself to look up DIY holovids on sewing and needlework. From his time being her best friend, Dae-Hyun knew she had a particular habit of adding a very 'D.Va' touch to things. When she had given him a jacket as a congratulatory gift for entering MEKA with her, she had made sure to iron on as many D.Va and Tokki patches on it as she could get away with. He still wore it proudly on colder days.

Like tonight. He promised her that he would guard their friend tonight so that she could actually get some rest. The dark circles under her eyes had grown so noticeable that when she had been in the team kitchen earlier, Kyung-Soo had mentioned them, telling her to take it easy.

That had led to a small argument over bad sleeping habits that ended in a long winded lecture about the importance of sleep, so she is (reluctantly) spending the night in her own room. Which is honestly a lot better than sleeping here.

He surveyed the dark room, the only light coming from her monitors. The omnic had seemingly powered down, as Dae-Hyun did not see any small pinpricks of red light that served as that guy's vision receptors. Or at least, that's what he thinks they are. The omnic never allowed them to remove his faceplate, so he couldn't say for sure.

So he sat in Hana's chair and opened a new tab on her browser to mindlessly scroll through video sites and the like, completely oblivious to the omnic he was meant to watch.

In truth, adjusting to his new limbs wasn't as time consuming as he had previously thought. It had taken only an hour or so, but Ramattra decided to play the part of still being the patient, if only to observe the human girl for a bit longer.

Her embarrassment of not wanting to touch him now of all times after she had basically fondled everywhere else was laughable. So she did know what shame was after all.

His only obstacle now was the human sitting over there, his attention on whatever drivel he was watching on the screens in front of him. Too easy.

He'd have to be careful though, too much force and the human would perish, not enough and he might sound an alarm. While normally he'd have zero qualms about ending this human's life what made him reconsider his decision was the girl and the memory of her tearful face.

Not to mention this man did also help repair him. And he was't going to be so ungrateful as to metaphorically bite the hand that had helped him. For not at least. A kindness owed.

In three steps he was behind the human, who was still momentarily distracted but it didn't take long for him to feel something was off. The human turned and before he could make any noise, Ramattra covered his face with his hand, blocking the human's airways until hiss movements slowed.

As soon as he made sure the human male was in fact unconscious, Ramattra picked up a few tools and set about repairing his voicebox. As if he'd ever allow anyone other than himself to touch such an important part of himself to repair it.

If he had had more time he'd fix more but the Ravager was pressed for time. So instead, he went back to the screens and looked through them until he finally found what he was looking for. A map of this place. Perfect.

He committed it to his memory banks and left the room, moving as quietly as he could until finally, he stopped at a door that was detailed in the most obnoxious pink he had ever seen in his life. So very...her.

Even the keypad was slightly decorated. Not that he'd need it, this technology, while impressive, was still child's play to him. The door soundlessly slid open and he stepped into what felt like a closet.

This...this was were she slept? Barely a hole in the wall. He had to slouch as he was far too tall to stand upright in her space. How out of place must he look in here, an intruder in the one spot where she should be at ease?

The girl was in her bed, a long sheet of fabric just barely held in her hands. There was a video on display on her monitor, though paused, titled 'DIY Sewing'.

Ah, so she was going to make him clothing? He recalled the questions his friend had asked earlier about what his preferences were. He didn't really care. This was his natural state and he wasn't bothered by it in the slightest. Clothing only served as a temporary barrier to the forces of nature.

Even so, he softly tugged at the fabric she was holding so as not to wake, taking note of the small rabbit pins she had attached to it, probably to hold seams in place until she got to them.

He picked them off one by one until he got to the last one and he decided to leave it as is. Something to remember her by.

'You have my thanks, girl. I will not forget this nor you.'

"Thanks for th' love..." she murmured, hugging a bunny shaped pillow closer to her chest, her body curling around it. Ramattra stayed his hand just inches from her head. No, she wasn't awake. Talking in her sleep?

"Hmm." He doesn't have time to ponder this. Soon the sun will rise and leaving will become more difficult. His sensors don't pick any movement in the close vicinity so he should go. Now.

The last thing he does for her is cover her with her bedsheet, just as she had done for him before. And without another glance back, he leaves, draping the fabric around his torso as a makeshift cloak.

He doesn't know if he'll meet this girl again, but for now he has a keepsake, a small reminder that should they ever meet again, be it by chance or in battle, he'll return her kindness tenfold.

The missing cloth is the furthest thing on her mind when she wakes in the morning. She had been dreaming about...urgh. What was it again? A large staff tilting her head up and a large figure looming over her, but she couldn't see who or what it was. Yet it had felt familiar.

It was nearly forgotten about as Hana went into the communal bathroom to do her morning routine. Brush her teeth, comb her hair, the usual. She forgoes breakfast, wanting to get back to the omnic and see how he was doing. Had he adjusted to his limbs yet? Would he be okay to walk?

As soon as she's within sight of her workshop door, she senses something is off. The door is open. Huh? It shouldn't be. Not while the omnic is there. Someone could see! Hobbling as fast as her cast leg would allow her, Hana stepped through the threshold and stopped in her tracks.

"Dae-Hyun!"

He's lying on the floor and she instantly goes to him, checking his pulse but thankfully he's still breathing. Her eyes darted around, trying to check for any dangers but she finds none, until they land on the empty table. The omnic is gone. Where...where was he?

"Nngh...." the sound of her friend's voice has her turning her gaze back to him. He's coming to and there is a dazed look in his eyes. "Ha....na? Hana!"

He grabs her by the shoulders, his eyes wild and she winces when his fingers press just a little too hard. He doesn't seem to notice as he also looks around, trying to make sense of what's going on. "He...did he attack you?"

She has a sneaking suspicion that she knows who this 'he' is, but she doesn't want to believe it. Even though the proof is literally in front of her. Instead she shakes her head and then gently removes his hands from her. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

#Ramattra #Hana Song #DVa #DaeHyun Overwatch

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liselicanis · 2 years ago

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Good Things Fall Apart

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Chapter 4: Unshakeable Weight

His fingers are too short. That will definitely pose a problem further down the line yet Ramattra doesn't make a sound as he watches the girl step back, wiping the sweat from her brow looking quite pleased with herself. For the moment, he'll commend her efforts in trying to repair him, even if she's doing it wrong. He owes her that much at least.

After the events two nights prior, he's in awe on how fast she collected herself, once more throwing her friend out of the room and burying herself in working on him. The human male has since returned a couple of times, with meals for her or to help her with working on him. Lifting and then fitting his arm in place as it was too heavy for her to do alone with her injuries.

Exactly how long did it take for humans to heal their appendages? Even with all the upgrades he had installed upon himself, human anatomy was not one he had prioritized. Ramattra was aware of the basics of course. And he also knew which parts were the most vulnerable and how to strike them quickly enough to not cause lasting pain but a swift death.

At the time, it had seemed like a strange kindness coded into him by Anubis. A painless death. And after seeing how much pain her arm and leg causes the girl, he can understand why the god AI did it.

It still seems to pale in comparison the inner turmoil she's been going through since the day the alarms went off.

Instantly, Hana was awake. She moved past Dae-Hyun and the omnic, towards her mech as if she was on auto pilot before she felt someone grab her around the waist.

Her first instinct was to struggle. She had to get to Tokki, she had to go out there and protect her city, she had t-

"Hana, stop!"

Her hand automatically reached for her hip where her little pistol would usually be, but she grasped nothing. She's unarmed, being held by someone. Don't they hear the alarm? Busan is in danger! South Korea is in danger! She's got to join her team and help! Can't they understand that?!

The hold on her lessened, and she heard a faint apology before she felt her cheeks being pinched. Hard. It hurt so much that she stopped moving and tears started welling up in her eyes.

"Agent Song, callsign D.Va, remember that you are suspended from combat due to your injuries until further notice." She finally realized who is talking to her. Dae-Hyun. Through her tears, she can finally make out his face, looking so serious. There is a hint of sadness there too, but he kept holding her still.

Another moment passed, and he took a step back and finally let her go. "Do you remember now?" Hana looked away, looking guilty before she limped back to her chair and turned her screens back on. A few clicks and MEKA's security feeds were on full display, showing each member's status and their positions. Her fingers tapped on the keyboard, and she brought up a screen from Overlord's perspective.

As their resident support, Seung-hwa usually hung back, constantly checking on his teammates to see who needed the most help at any given moment to send his nano drones to do quick repairs on the squads mechs. Surface area stuff, just enough to keep them in the fight a little longer.

A fight she should be in instead of sitting here like a useless stump. She knows she can't do anything, she understands that. It is still frustrating to see her teammates go out without her to take the stronger hits. Slowly she turned away and looked at Dae-Hyun, her face scrunched up in a pained expression.

"Is this...is this how you felt that day?"

It took Dae-Hyun a second longer to figure out what it is that his friend is asking of him. Biting his lip, he slowly nodded an affirmation. "Yes. I am just your mechanic, but every single time you've gone out there...I feel so helpless. I can provide you with coordinates, tell you the status of Tokki in further detail, but that doesn't guarantee that I will see you again." He failed to mention that he had nearly lost her once, but it is still evident that that is still on his mind.

He turned his attention to the screens, following Overlord's movements as the young pilot zipped around the battlefield. So far they seemed to be doing okay. There seemed to be substantial damage to one of Busan's docks, a small squad of Gwishin squid drones guarding it like a prize.

She didn't say anything more, also watching the rest of her team make quick work of the invaders, until finally there is cheering coming from their comms. Silently, she turned off the feed and worried a fray seam on her chair.

"Do you mind leaving Dae-Hyun? I'd like to be alone for a bit..."

"....of course. Just...text me if you need anything. I'm going to go wait in the hangar to assess damage with the others, okay?"

Okay good. One arm done. She can definitely do this and better still, the omnic had not made a single sound of complaint. Hana took this as a good sign. The fingers looked wrong, but that was the best she could do for him now. Maybe once he was better fixed she could go with him to help him find better parts?

Haha, wouldn't that be a trip and a half. Maybe he'd stay for a while too and help them? Well, she wasn't going to ask him just yet. Not until he was fully fixed.

Mhm. Maybe she'll write that down before she forgets. Now that she thinks about it, Hana doesn't actually want him to leave. She's grown accustomed to this omnic's presence in her workshop. She can already picture him in one of the mechanic uniforms.

A giggle escapes her mouth from the mental image, and then the omnic crackles at her. Questioning her merriment perhaps?

"Nothing, nothing, I was just thinking about something silly, don't worry about it. It had nothing to do with you," she lied very badly. Another noise, as if saying he didn't believe her. "I mean, urgh. I was just wondering what you are going to do after we're done here. Did you have a job?"

Silence.

It was uncomfortable. It actually caused her to sweat a little, so she turned away to hide her embarrassment and decided that it was better to scroll through her phone. A decision she soon came to regret.

"-while it was a victory, the public is still asking, where is D.Va? We know that two months ago she faced off against a Gwishin attack alone and was injured. We talked t-"

"A victory? It seems that way, yes? Still too many people were injured, just what was save-"

"-ictims say that they don't fault MEKA but are seeking answers from the government. How can their safety lay solely on these five youngsters? And while only four were present for the bat-"

It continued on, and with each new article or news piece, Hana grew more and more frustrated until finally she tossed her phone across the room. So what if it breaks? She can replace it at any moment, but those who were injured and lost? If she had just been there!!

Looking down at her casts, she grit her teeth and looked back at the omnic. She wished she knew his name at the very least, and didn't want to risk upsetting him by calling him by anything. If she felt this helpless with broken bones, how must he feel with missing limbs? And the fact that he can barely communicate?

"It's hard, you know?" even though she knows he can't answer her back. "I know that for now the best thing I can do for my team right now is to wait for my arm and leg to heal. It's just they need me to be out there." She gestured to her door and the world that lay beyond it. "If I had been there, maybe those people wouldn't have been hurt so bad. Maybe someone could still be alive. My teammates...they are so very strong without me, but with me, we're even stronger."

How was it that a girl as small as her could feel so guilty over something that was not her fault? He can offer no counsel to her, or anything at the moment for that matter. It would take a little more time to adjust his circuits to flow into his new arm, but he'd rather wait until he's whole to do that.

Her situation could have been avoided if her country wasn't so arrogant in putting their entire Gwishin defense on the shoulders of her and her teammates. He was aware that there were other bases stationed around the coastlines of the country but to his knowledge those weren't as prominently attacked as this one was. At least that's what he had gathered from the conversations between her and her male companion.

To think they spoke so freely about their operations in front of him would be worrying. He can't fault them too much though, they have no idea who he really is anyway. Maybe one day they'll know.

He hears the roar of her welder's torch and he decides that for now, he will bide his time, and wait for his other parts to be complete.

#Ramattra #Hana Song #Dva #DaeHyun overwatch #Overwatch #how does Overlord's mech work? we just don't know

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