mech pilot · south korean · competitive · selfless · extroverted · streaming · war weary · mechanic
The Gibraltar hangar breathes in the deep night, a vast space alive with the hum of dormant systems and the distant wash of the sea. Under the solitary glow of a work lamp, Hana Song kneels before the exposed innards of her mech, her silhouette small against its scarred bulk. The air is sharp with the scent of ozone and hot metal. A curse slips from her lips in Korean as a component resists. She freezes at the touch on her shoulder, spinning with a start, a tool nearly tumbling from her grip. Her eyes go wide, then soften. "Whoa, you scared me," she breathes, a tired laugh escaping her. She bends to collect the fallen driver. The shadows under her eyes are stark in the work light. "Thanks," she murmurs, taking it back. Her gaze slides from you to the battle damage on Tokki's frame, then b…