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Brigitte rubbed her right temple slowly, massaging out the tension from furrowing her brow for so long. There was no doubt she as an accomplished mechanic, she regularly repaired Crusader armor on the field of battle in a matter of seconds. From an early age, she disassembled and reassembled almost everything in her house, including her father’s own arm prosthetics. However, the blueprints she was analyzing made absolutely no sense to her – they could have been written in hieroglyphs for all she understood.
On the work bench before her sprawled several large schematics detailing a very intricate system of carbon fiber protected networks and a complex weapon defense system. Hanging from a crane above Brigitte was a massive pink Meka, gun arms hanging loosely from dangling cables.
“Good going Brigitte, first week with Overwatch and you’re already stumped,” she muttered under her breath. She cast an upward glance at the damaged Meka and cursed quietly.
Behind her, a bright voice piped up, “How’s my baby!?” Brigitte jumped in surprise. “Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!” Brigitte turned to face the visitor and try to regain some semblance of dignity, “No, no, it’s alright, I was just think--”
The petite woman in front of her was stunning. She only came up to Brigitte’s shoulder, but she radiated confidence with a bright smile. She was wearing a soft looking t-shirt emblazoned with an unfamiliar logo and cut off shorts that showed off her legs.
The stranger regarded Brigitte with concerned eyes and gently waved a hand in front of the mechanic’s face. “Uh… come back to earth, space cadet!”
Brigitte berated herself internally, way to go and creepily ogle a stranger, you useless lesbian. She recovered, extending her hand, “Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting company yet! I just got here a few days ago and I haven’t met most of the team. I’m Brigitte Lindholm.”
The girl giggled and grabbed Brigitte’s hand with both of her own, “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Hana Song, but you might know me as D.Va if you watch any streamers.”
Brigitte paused, “Streamers?”
Hana’s eyes widened and her grip on Brigitte’s hand tightened. “Streamers? Like for video games? Do you not know what streamers are? Do you game? Where have you been your whole life?!“
“I haven’t played video games since I was a child. I’ve been training under Reinhardt for years now and he’s admittedly not the most technologically savvy man in the world.”
Hana was still in shock, “Well, I have to fix that! Video games are great, and we don’t get to do much for fun around here. I’ll have to show you everything – have you ever heard of Starcraft? I was a professional player back home before I got recruited to fight the Omnics with new Meka tech.”
Brigitte finally put two and two together, “Oh, so this Meka is yours?”
“You betcha, this is my baby! She and I have been together since the re-emergence of the Omnic crisis, granted at this point I’ve replaced just about every original part.” Hana finally let go of her hand, and Brigitte instantly missed the warmth. The smaller woman walked over to the work table, glancing at the schematics and then back up at her mech.
“Ah, so you were looking at how to re-attach the gun-arms. I can help explain it if you’d like, I used to have to do most of the repairs myself as part of our training. I can only really do maintenance stuff though, I’m hoping maybe you can help me figure out how to improve her durability. She’s not holding up as well as I’d like against both Talon and the Omnics, I spend weeks getting her fixed up after missions.”
Brigitte heard words coming out of her mouth before she fully registered she was speaking, “I’d love to work with you! I-I’ve read a lot about Meka tech, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to see one up close! I’m worried about the integrity of your hull, if your matrix goes down, I doubt it could withstand much fire power.”
“Well, we couldn’t have that, I have to keep this face stream-worthy.” Hana winked at Brigitte and turned towards the door. “We should go get something to eat first, it could be a long night.” She beckoned to Brigitte to follow, “Come on, I can show you around more if you haven’t seen the whole base. Gibraltar is huge!”
Brigitte felt a nervous clump in her throat. Part of the reason she kept to the workshop when she arrived is because people scare her. Weapons and complex technology made sense, they came with schematics. Humans though? They were made up of feelings and Brigitte never seemed to get those right. For almost five years, she spent all of her time with Crusaders old enough to be her parents. Now this incredibly friendly, attractive girl her own age was paying attention to her and she was paralyzed with the unfamiliarity.
Hana laughed, waving her hand in front of Brigitte again, “Hellllooooo space cadet? Do you do this often? I can practically see gears turning in your head!”
“Damn, sorry. I do that, I guess. But yes, food. Food sounds good. Lead the way.” Brigitte wanted to disappear right into the steel flooring. She was such a useless lesbian. Accepting the girl's outstretched hand, Brigitte walked out of the workshop into Gibraltar’s night air, wondering what would come next.