"Not the bees."

- Nicolas Cage

"Dasi han pan haebojago."

- D. Va

Little Bunny Foo Foo had hopped her tail straight into a hornet's nest. A metal pincher sliced through her rear verniers and instantly crippled her altitude control. She dropped out of the sky in a long burning black cloud that lured the rest of the Omnics toward her like a smoke signal.

By the time the disabled MEKA smashed into the ground, D. Va was completely surrounded by the robotic swarm. She tried to steer her craft out of the grass so she could keep fighting on foot, but another fly-by pincher promptly sliced through her hydraulic struts and left her legless. She gripped her joysticks with growing agitation and aimed her plasma cannons so she could use them as a stationary gun turret. A third buzzing blur flashed across her MEKA's cannons and instantly left her armless.

The MEKA was reduced a big pink bubble stuck on the ground with a tiny human pilot lying on her belly inside. Now D. Va was going to learn why these specific Omnics were called Yellow Jackers.

She struggled to get her broken controls to do anything. The insectoid robots clustered on top of her collapsed hull like bumblebees starving for some D. Va-flavored nectar. When they started crowding into her open canopy, she grabbed the blaster she wore on her hip as a last resort and frantically fired away. The cockpit interior flashed bright white every time she squinted to aim and pulled the trigger. The first few Omnics she hit exploded in her face and plastered her with synthetic bug guts. There was something poetic about how she'd soon have the same guts.

She was courageous in the face of total helplessness, but there were just too many of them to fight off. One of the wasp-like Omnics got close enough to swat the blaster out of her gloved hands, and then she was truly done for. Her eyes widened in terror just before she disappeared under the encroaching shadows of her angry buzzing enemies.

Harsh hissing sounds resonated off the metallic interior of the small cockpit. Mist sprayed out of the snapping mouths of the Omnics, filling the MEKA with pollen-colored sleeping gas. D. Va could be heard grunting in defeat as she quickly lost her awareness. It was better for her this way, as she unconsciously rolled on her back with a dazed smile on her lips.

At the same D. Va time was knocked out by the insect Omnics invading her cockpit, the rest of the swarm were spitting out latex webbing that completely encased her MEKA in an artificial pupa. Electricity running through the surface of the cocoon made it light up with a digital message in jagged Omnic script. Translated to English, the text on the MEKA's coverings didn't sound very promising.

SQUADRON XZ501 – BIOLOGIC EXTERMINATION ZONE

Inside the cocooned cockpit, the wasps hurriedly peeled D. Va out of her combat gear. She had the minerals they needed and that pesky blue flight suit just got in the way of things. They started pulling down the zipper on the back of her neck until it got stuck in their awkward fumbling metal claws. The cockpit filled with the annoyed chattering of insects and the loud ripping of pleather as they roughly yanked the rest of the suit off of her stark-naked human hide. Her rabbit ear headphones were the last things to get chewed off.

The MEKA's hull rattled violently as the insects turned D. Va's cockpit seat into an operating table in the spur of the moment. The swarm worked on her with stingers and mandibles and pinchers and who knows what else while she was engulfed under their exoskeletons. Specks of blood sprinkled through air as if the inside of the cockpit were a butcher shop. Smoke rose and sparks flew as if it were a steel welding plant.

The wax-covered MEKA eventually stopped thrashing around. The Omnics working inside the cocoon crawled out and buzzed away like drones departing their hive. The very last thing that came out was small, slightly groggy, and distinctly human-shaped.

The Omnic who used to be D. Va stretched on top of the wreckage of her MEKA and let her shiny yellow and black body casing dry in the sunlight. She was elegantly female in form, but not even remotely organic in composition. Flesh and blood had turned to painted alloy and glowing green hydraulic fluid. She had long twisted arms with metal-plated pinchers in place of hands. Two sets of clear plastic wings grew out of her shoulder blades. Her mouth was a pair of mandibles that snapped open and shut and made soft clicking sounds to communicate. Her eyes were replaced by thousands of compound cameras that stared unblinking as she looked around with her head.

She glanced into the sky and unfolded her wings so she could join the rest of her swarm in flight. There were many things a weaponized robotic bee programmed to despise the human race could do, and she wasn't thinking about making honey.