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After a mission anywhere D.Va always spent time making sure her mech was in the best shape it could be. She cared for the thing enough to buffer it spotless after all the repairs making sure it’s shiny pink coat remained that way, ready for the next mission and her next stream in battle. That reminded her she had a stream tonight planned at-- NOW. Looking at the clock she realized it was way later than when she came in to work on MEKA. She rushed out of the room and back to her own counting down the minutes before her planned stream.
The base was quiet that night, everyone not on missions tucked away in their rooms, the faint sounds of Lucio’s music slipping past his door and into the hallways filling the silence with something, something other than foot steps. A lowly omnic made it’s way through the wide corridors picking up Lucio’s music, they stand for a moment to enjoy the tune before continuing their trek. They were going no place in particular, just seeing if anyone else was about. Are all the humans sleeping? They most likely thought.
Their feet carried them to the ship hangar where most of the weapons are stored along with the ship that transported them to many places for their missions. The lights were on but low, so Bastion scanned the room and all the silhouettes. One caught his attention, it sat low to the ground, curled in on itself.
Curious, Bastion walked towards the round silhouette noticing a pink gleam under the light. They sat down in front of it and looked at it, a hand going and tapping the what Bastion figured to be thick glass with the sound it made. They gave a few beeps but it didn’t seem to respond. Bastion lifted themselves up and moved to it’s side and looked around it, where it is supposed to be hands it was much like Bastion themself. But both guns.
Bastion whirled a little happily thinking what this is is much like him. They put their hand on one of the guns and sat with the unclear figure. They didn’t care though, they are here while their friends sleeps, the will protect them for the night and make sure no one disturbs them.
Morning came and the lights were off, but the windows in the hangar allowed the beautiful rays of sunlight to come in reflecting off most the the metal. Bastion looked to their new friend and noticed that the front was indeed glass and they were a very pretty pink, especially with the sunlight on them. The side of the body had the letters M E K A on it, that must be the name. Bastion nugged MEKA but got nothing so they tugged a little on the arm to try and awaken their friend, but it was no use.
Looking towards the entrance of the hangar Bastion saw the door slide open and people begin to fill in, must be them going on a mission. They were talking so loud as they approached so Bastion mimicked what he’d saw many of the humans do. Putting their index finger to their face and letting out a long quiet beep hoping they would understand.
The humans looked confused at first, but quickly understood the meaning, even if they didn’t know why their omnic friend would be shushing them. The select few boarded the ship and as quietly the ship could go (not very quiet) they left on their mission. MEKA still hasn’t woken so bastion thought they were a deep sleeper.Bastion remained next to MEKA in hopes they would awaken soon, but after an hour and a half passed they did not, so Bastion left for the time being, beeping in promise to come back soon.
As Bastion stood he heard a voice come over him, it was Zenyatta speaking through the communicator. “Hello, Bastion, I was wondering if you would like to join me in tending to the plants in the makeshift greenhouse that I have planted recently.” Bastion gave a squeak of approval. “Wonderful I will see you when you arrive.”
Bastion looked back at MEKA and waved before they quickly trotted off to Zenyatta, a plan in mind for when they came back to their new friend.
When Bastion arrived Zenyatta was already preening one of the smaller rose bushes and looked back after hearing a wheeze from the other omnic. “Ah welcome Bastion, most of the plans are in need of watering; could you start that?” Zenyatta asked and Bastion nodded and picked up a partially filled watering can and began to water the plants whom flowers have not yet grown.
Zenyatta hummed behind him, the sound of scissors closing accompanying his hums. Bastion tried to join but his chirps didn’t sound too right so he stopped. Zenyatta stopped shortly after and spoke up. “Why ever did you stop, I very much enjoyed your little tune.” Bastion sputtered and quietly started up his chirping up again, Zenyatta happily humming along.
Soon Bastion’s attention was brought down to a few pots of tiny white flowers, he beeped in confusion and Zenyatta floated over. “Oh those?” He asked, looking down at the flowers, “Those have the common of baby’s breath.” Bastion let out a high whirl and let out a flurry of beeps. Zenyatta trying to keep up with what he’s saying puts a hand to the shoulder of the other omnic. “Please Bastion, pause and start from the beginning so I can better understand.”
Bastion repeated the beeps slower, pointing down at the flowers. “Oh you would like to know if you could take those. What for would you need them?” Bastion twiddled their fingers against the gun attached to their other arm, responding with a few quiet beeps. “A present for a friend; I see. Then yes of course you can take them.” Bastion looks over and beeps a happy tune and looks down at the baby’s breath. Bastion’s tone dropped and he beeped again. “Of course I’d be more than happy to help you make the gift given you can’t very well. Begin to pick some as I finish what is left for the other plants.” Bastion went straight to work picking the blooming flowers pulling most of the stem with it.
Once Bastion finished picking all the flowers necessary they carried them over to Zenyatta who was hovering by a table waiting. They whirled a small request and Zenyatta nodded and started to take the flowers one by one building them up. Bastion began chirping a song again as Zenyatta worked twining the flowers around one another. Soon enough they ran out of flowers and Bastion had to pick more, they were sad that they were taking so much from the plant but it’s more a good cause, they’d like to think.
It was nearly ten more minutes before the flowery creation was finished but when it was and presented by Zenyatta; Bastion let out a flurry of excited beeps and chirps. They bounced around a little before taking the flowers into their arms and holding them. “It was really no problem my dear friend, thank you for helping take care of the flowers.” Zenyatta waved off Bastion as they excitedly left the room and made their way back to the hangar where his friend was hopefully still there.
The light had drastically changed but it still shined on MEKA. Bastion shuffled forward to it, the creation behind their back. They sat in front of MEKA and quietly beeped to see if they were awake. There was no response from MEKA though. Bastion reached it’s hand forward presenting the gift, it was a rather large flower crown to fit across the top of the mech. Bastion moved to put the flower crown on MEKA and cheered at their friend. When they wake up they will love it.
Another call came through Bastion’s communicator, Lucio this time. They beeped in conformation and got up, waving MEKA a farewell again, lingering in the doorway watching MEKA before leaving.
As Bastion left the hangar D.Va entered right behind them going over to her mech to make sure the repairs from yesterday was finished. As she walked up to her mech she noticed something on the body. A flower crown. “I’m sorry for leaving you girl.” D.Va rested her hand on the mechs hull and stood on her toes looking at the flower crown. “Hm I wonder where you got this.” She lifted the flowers and through her gloves she felt they were real. She pursed her lips but let the flowers sit there. Standing back with her hands on her hips she gazed up and down her mech “It looks great on you girl.” D.va said with a laugh.