[SC ONLY] Kaija Rift II, Electric Boogaloo. [IC]

by **Iryllia** » Sun Aug 13, 2017 10:57 am

Kaija Rift

It has been five years since the first attack, the first of these beasts struck the shores of Iryllia. Five days of fire, thunder and fury was what it took to take such a beast down and not after it had cut a swathe of destruction across the country. The beasts could be killed, at great cost but they could be killed. The people cried out for vengeance and what at first had seemed like an isolated incident. A tragic event to be remembered and studied, it became clear that the beast was the first of many.

The first strikes hit Iryllia, leading the world to believe that it was an isolated problem and although some shaky cooperation was established most looked on, un-involved. Then attacks began happening everywhere. The world was forced to accept the fact that this was a threat to everyone, to band together and fight was the only option, to stand by and watch would be to condemn the planet, and all the people on it to doom. And so, the Pan-Atlas Defence Corps was created.

Utilising new breakthroughs in neural linking technologies, and building upon the existing bipedal mechanical combat suit technologies of Iryllia and Myraxia, a new weapon was created. Giant machines capable of standing toe to toe with these monsters and coming out on top. Humanity began to fight back, humanity was starting to win.

Little over four years have passed since the first Iryllian Jaeger, "Serendipity", claimed the first Kaija kill in the new weapons. Thrown together in six months these first primitive, ramshackle machines were barely up to the task but as they deployed to a net of facilities surrounding the origin point of the Kaija, they brought the world time to bring their own weight to the fight. Over four years have passed since those first, desperate days. Heroes have come and gone, the Jaeger program now towers over what it once was, bringing might war machines to the field the likes of which would not have been dreamed off in those first days after the first attack.

But all is not well in the world. The Kaija are getting bigger, they're getting stronger, and Humanity is getting complacent. So sure of their victory that old rivalries, petty squabbles and feuds are beginning to rise to the fore. Threatening to destroy a fragile peace barely maintained.

Lion Dome

Lion dome is a PADC facility built into the Iryllian port of Faustock, once a large trading port, with the advent of the rift shipping in the South-Eastern Rusinan Basin was severally disrupted and while huge container ships still enter the port every day, it's still a shadow of what it once was. The facility itself is called a shatter dome, why the facilities are called this has come under much speculation from the public and the general consensus reached was "That it sounds cool." A huge concrete and steel structure with five towering archways facing into the bay, huge navel guns from antiquity are seen around the edges of the giant retaining wall and behind the facility, a mile wide strip of concrete spears directly into the city itself. The inside is a rat maze of tight and claustrophobic concrete tunnels running seemingly in circles no matter where you go, and all of the tunnels lead to one place. The main Jaeger bay, a tremendously huge area over two hundred meters in height, chains, scaffolding and walkways can be seen all the way up towards the hazy roof and indented in each of the walls lie twelve gigantic berths. Huge caterpillar tractors re-purposed from the space program lie under the feet of the grand machines interned in their holes. Men that look like ants from the floor of the space crawl all over the great machines, waterfalls of sparks dance off armour plate, the intense whine of nuclear reactors, scrape of servo motors and coughs of generators fill the enormous space. Huge carts holding shells bigger than ten men hang in the air as technicians refill auto-loaders. Men almost entirely encompassed by a scalding blue light test new fangled plasma reactors and dozens drape themselves across the machines, repainting the armoured plate.

Thousands live in the facility, and many more like it are across the globe. It contains everything needed, training rooms, gyms, canteens and of course, a bar. And both crews and technicians alike can spend time outside the facility, in the... Picturesque city of Faustock. The sudden influx of multiculturalism into the city and the presence of giant war machines of other nations is welcomed with open arms by the populace.

Eight Jaegers currently operate out of Lion dome, making it a fairly well stocked facility as things go, capable of operating multiple deployments at once. Though two Kaija coming through the rift at once is completely unfathomable.

Porthos - North Covenant
Potelia - Asgareth
Macerina - Asgareth
The Bellerophon - Iryllia
TPJ-031 "Noyen-Rak" - Myraxia
Jágare-001 T4 ”Sfvartgaarde” - Valyrien
Deis Irae - Opplandia
No. 6 Jaeger Combat Chassis Mk. III - Iryllia

And with the fifth anniversary of the first Kaija attack coming up, an enterprising individual has come up with the idea for a Parade, to raise the spirit and moral of the locals. Needless to say, the one who suggested this was not an Iryllian.

The Tread Rules.

Sovereign Charter only, but you're welcome to join the region if you want to participate!
There are sign up sheets (Located here), characters should be described and named in their posts as well as applications.
Feel free to describe, customize your environments. This is your story as well.
There is such a thing as god modding, also poor writing, lets write a great, exciting story. Other writers will let you know (or I will, I definitely will.) if there's a problem.
Keep posts to a (semi)reasonable length, paragraph (with space in between, or more, I'm not your mother) as needed.
One post a week at least please. PLEASE.
Character death is on the table here, so please do not be put out if your favourite dies. You are capable of reapplying
Any questions? Please telegram me, Iryllia
Ruleset shamelessly stolen from Enfaru

by **Iryllia** » Sun Aug 13, 2017 11:03 am

It was, as it always was in Iryllia, raining.

Five Jaegers were selected for the Parade, with three being held in reserve in case of a Kaija attack. The five Jaegers are:

Macerina - Asgareth
TPJ-031 "Noyen-Rak" - Myraxia
Jágare-001 T4 ”Sfvartgaarde” - Valyrien
Deis Irae - Opplandia
No. 6 Jaeger Combat Chassis Mk. III - Iryllia

The other three, the; Porthos, Potelia and Bellerophon, remained readied in their berths, ready to scramble. The remaining five were all assembled on the giant concrete strip, the idea being to walk up and down its length ponderously and imperiously and other words that could perhaps make people feel good about standing around in the rain watching giant stompy robots stomp about. Eloquence was in short supply here.

by **Iryllia** » Sun Aug 13, 2017 11:23 am

Friedrich von Wolfenbüttel looked out of the rain slicked view screens at the dreary sight and then at his wife. Both were wearing one-piece body gloves, helmets and hooked up into the machines by more cables than seemingly necessary. In Friedrich's right hand was grasped the semi-holographic control module for his hemisphere of the Jaeger. His wife, Anastaysia, mirrored his posture. Both their feet locked into the mechanical fixtures that extended all the way down into the body of their machine. They shared no words, they didn't need too. Both their minds were linked together into one, he could feel the beat of her heart as if it were his own, shared memories fluttered inside his head, a weird sensation he still wasn't used too and he had to fight the urge to not chase those memories deeper into his, or her psyche. They simply waited, waiting for the signal to start the march down the strip.

Outside, it rained. Your typical Iryllian rain. Intensely annoying and never ending. Several bands were arrayed, and a very sparse crowd just sort of milled around not really committed to being there. Someone somewhere gave an order to start, and the bands started playing. All at once, each their own national anthem, each trying to play louder than the others they were next too. All this resulted in was an appalling sound that was drowned out by the titanic thump of the first Jaeger taking its first steps. A grey knight marked against a greyer sky ponderously taking steps towards a grey city.

by **Opplandia** » Sun Aug 13, 2017 2:53 pm

Sven Brodén looked at his partner with a massive smile as the first Jaegers began to march down what seemed to be an immense runway of sorts. Upon a nod from the second pilot of the opplandian war-machine, Brodén turned his gaze back to the semi-transparent viewscreen in front of him which showed the outside world. The two men started to move their legs in synch and slowly but surely the colossal motors deep within Deis Irae came to life, letting the Jaeger take it´s first ground shaking step.

Before long they were trotting along at a snails pace with the rest of the group, their engine being the next-to-last in line, always about 50 meters behind the next. The numerous read-outs on the screens spread throughout the massively-armoured cockpit were showing values that could have been negligible, if not for being the vitals of a trillion-dollar warmachine. The screen connecting them to the Lion Dome´s control center via active com-link was dark, as continuous presence of a techie was not required for this stroll-around-town.

by **Myraxia** » Mon Aug 14, 2017 3:13 am

"Reactor output at 50%. "
"Servo actuators fully functional. "
"Ready to walk. "
"Ready to walk. "

The standard pre-walk verbal diagnostics were a hold over from the initial days of the Myraxian Jaeger program, before the days of the full data link back to Dome Control. Speaking their checks aloud had kept Control in the loop, and functioned as a kind of reassurance for new pilots who weren't quite used to the Neural Link. Needless to say, for the crew of the Noyen-Rak, neither of these was necessary. But it was tradition, and as such they worked their way down the verbal check list as they had done many times before.

With a whine of servos and a roar of engines, the off-white bulk of the third Jaeger began to move, each ponderous step taking down it down the strip after the others. Inside the cockpit, the view screens showed a view of a frankly pathetic crowd, blurred slightly by the inexorable rain. The twin pilots had to consciously resist the urge to engage their targeting software and let it play over the crowd; they were, after all, in Iryllia. The main weapons hung dormant on their shoulder mounts, but a 70-odd meter giant robot doesn't exactly need weapons to be devastating. Somewhere in the noise was the Myraxian March. A small smile grew on both twin's faces as they caught snatches of it buried in the cacophony of music and Jaeger steps. This far from home, in Iryllia of all places, there was always a small piece of home with them.

by **Asgareth** » Mon Aug 14, 2017 2:16 pm

Rander Alsornva had been waiting patiently for the parade to commence. This would be the very first time he and his wife piloted the Macerina outside of the dome. Neither of them were sure why the Macerina had been chosen to participate in the parade. It had never seen combat, and the couple were not heroes. Not yet, anyway. Rander was fairly certain that their inclusion had annoyed the Olwarnan sisters, who in fairness probably deserved a spot in the pardade. Still, it was probably for the best that the more experienced crew remained behind, just in case.

Outside, Rander could just make out the Asgarthian national anthem, tangled up with all other types of anthems. Together, they were a noise to behold. Such beauty, such elegance.
Rander watched as Jaegers began to move, and looked over to his wife.
“Ready?” he asked, smiling at her.
“Ready” Yulni smirked back.

With that, the pair slowly began to move their legs. After two years of development, the Macerina was finally taking its first step in the outside world.

by **Valyrien** » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:58 am

”First Officer Wolfvenstahl, reporting in, the left arm needs minor adjustments.” A woman dressed in a coat with a fur collar was seen on the screen, her quite foggy breath suggestions that the interior of the Jaeger was colder than the exterior. She switched over to Valar and a tone with considerably more authority ”Undersôkte ingenjôrerna inte Iryllia? Eller var det medvetet att bygga en bipedalisk frys?”

The comment directed at the Valari technicians, as she let out a deep huff of fog. The Valarisk Jaeger moved with the women as she picked a flip lighter from her pocket and lighted a cigarillo, providing an odd display for the audience. ”Let’s get this over with kiddos.” The message being intended for the other Jaeger crews. Sfvartgaarde started moving, the only notion of a national anthem coming from Second Officer Reinhardt’s humming.

by **Iryllia** » Sun Aug 20, 2017 10:58 am

As the machines made their way down the strip, the crowds looked on. Like ants from the pilots perspective, like gods from the crowd. The bands halfhearted efforts petered out as the Jaegers made it further down the strip. The rain did an unusual thing and stopped, a crack in the clouds revealed the barest glimpse of the sun as a ray of light shone down and glittered off the wet metal of the Dies Irae. As they marched further into the city, the vast swathes of warhouses began to give way to smaller buildings, housing and the like and in the distance, skyscrapers loomed. A significantly larger crowd awaited at the end of the strip, watching the parade in earnest as the first Jaeger reached the end of the great concrete strip, pivoted with a great crunch and began walking back towards the shatter dome, which, it struck the crew, looked nothing like a dome.

Meanwhile, back at base, nothing was happening. As ever. Work continued on the Jaegers in the berths, many lounged around the recreational spaces. A group of enterprising Iryllian engineers were gathering support amongst the international technicians for a, as they described it, Grand Poker Tournament. Some watched the parade being broadcasted from a helicopter. The Bellerophons pilots entertained themselves in the bar with the crew of the Potelia and the doom clock continued in inexorable march. Fourteen Days, Seven Hours, Twelve Minutes and fifty seconds, and counting. No one paid much attention to the new Mk. I entering the Berths, "Shi'fei Taouk" Scrawlled across the brestplate

by **Opplandia** » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:34 pm

"This is...quite an interesting City" said Youssef, second pilot of the opplandian Jaeger as they marched toward the end of the strip. "Nothing that I would call beautiful or anything, but it certainly has it´s own charme, you know?" The only reply from Deis Irae´s other pilot was an indecisive hum. Youssef sighed "Yeah I know, it´s nothing compared to the glaciers of your ancestors nordic home, but it´s still far from what had expected to find." It wasnt long before they reached the end of the massive concrete strip and turned their war engine around to march back; the massive shape of the shatter dome appearing on their viewscreens. "Okay now, That thing really is pretty impressive, I´ll give you that" was Brodén´s growled reply.

Meanwhile a handful of the opplandian technicians had gathered alongside some from other nations in the Jaeger Bay on one of the numerous walkways, watching as the latest addition to this immense fighting force was brought in. They squabbeled among each other as "Shi'fei Taouk" was moved in and moored in it´s intended berthing as the happy bunch of techies they were. Some of them commented on the huge Crawlers that moved the Jaegers around, others talked about the Jaegers themselves. Overall consensus was that their iryllian hosts were doing a pretty good job, despite the odds.

by **Enfaru** » Sun Aug 20, 2017 1:52 pm

Note: The events here take place prior to Iryllia's & Opplandia's post

It wasn't that the Farians weren't included in the Parade for political reasons, it was that no one actually expected the Farians to turn up, they hadn't even responded to the request...heck they hadn't responded to any request for contact in years, some even thought they'd all been wiped out. Yet they were on approach.

[Somewhere in Els'æon, Outer Nobuo]

The skies were clear, the three suns of various colours hanging in the sky or skies depending on your perspective and a fleet of airships hung waiting for the final order four of them tethered to a large and apparently heavy payload wrapped up in whatever cloths they could find. The various aircraft were all distinctive bearing the insignia of the CISU the Enfaru military responsible for the logistics of these kinds of operations. One aircraft in particular stood out from the rest as it flew slowly.

"Sir, we're ready to open the gate." The observation deck overlooked the proceedings. Of course, there were not sending the entire wing through, that would be expensive an prohibitive, but as the Wing Marshall sipped a glass of plum juice, they were sending a certain package through with some resources. The clean shaven slightly greying man disapproved of this entire situation, why should they help someone else when this would have no impact on them whatsoever, it was a complete waste of resource...his resources...on the PRD no less. Rolling his eyes he breathed out heavily through his nose and proceeded to down the rest of his drink.

"Lets get this over then, give the word. Flights two and three are to escort to the gate, flight five will send the payload. Let the PRD handle the rest." From the time the officer left, it took mere minutes for the orders to be given and moments after wing flaps were adjusted, turbines turned faster and at last things began to progress. A blinding light pierced through the skies and what looked like a giant disc had formed in the skies surrounded by vessels and machinery that was part of no military otherwise executive branch. As the light faded the colour of the disc a light blue, green and various other colours as the city behind them all was reflected by it became apparent. Of course, it wasn't a disc, it was a sphere, but it was hard to tell especially when it began spinning as the reflection disappeared into the distortions. Fifteen minutes later the payload was thrown into the sphere followed by several black and blue craft.

[Somewhere South of the Shatterdome]

The wet, miserable and darkened skies of Iryllia lit up briefly, the giant sphere hovered in the sky and a huge wrapped object came flying out of it plummeting towards the turbulent ocean underneath. Followed of course by the several black and blue craft, but they were far too late to catch it. Once everyone was through the sphere dispersed as if a gaseous object unable to hold cohesion for any longer.

by **Valyrien** » Mon Aug 21, 2017 12:53 am

A lone technician stood frantically scrawling down Ana's observations and even irritated comments like "Do you even bother to do maintenance at all?", afraid to leave anything out in case the information would be important to his seniors. Ana stopped herself and let out a deep sigh, putting on a more gentle expression and ending the communication after a few encouraging words. "Is it truly wise to just leave it at that, First Officer? Had there been a Kaija encounter we'd be in a horrific situation based on what you've said?" Second Officer Reinhardt asked with more curiousity than concern, not quite experiencing the problems Wolfvenstahl had complained about. "The boy didn't deserve getting chewed up for it, he'd probably feel lucky just holding his seniors tools for them, most of said seniors probably taking advantage of the bar at the moment and actually responsible for tinkering would be more deserving of it." Her leg had started to ache and she was growing tired of the parade.

”Out of the way or you’ll be losing paint.” A female voice with a thick northern accent stated rather bluntly as a grey Jaeger moved passed the others towards the Shatterdome, this despite the wide pathway allowing more than enough room for two Jaegers.

The bar seemed to consist largely out of Valarisk technicians, engineers and scientific minds, none of which were interested in the parade and preferring to acquaint themselves with their foreign colleagues. The stiff conversations were replaced with merrier and more casual conversations once the stiffer drinks entered the picture, some remembering meetings during and laughing about memories from joint training excercises.

Sfvartgaarde was docked and the Second Officer was seen gesturing at her Jaeger together with a few startled technicians, Ana having vanished as soon as she’d exited the Jaeger and left the preformance review to Rowen. A pale woman moved through the buzzing crowd gathered at the bar, not even stopping when bumping into patrons, one of which spilling their drink, simply blurting out words like ”Whoopise”, ”Such a shame” and ”Terrible luck, friend”.

A cute, blond and short woman stood parked at the bar, waiting with a visible bored expression for her order and occasionally sending tired glances at the bartender who was struggling to understand a costumer’s broken International. She turned to squeeze her way back to the table where her companions waited, not noticing the pale woman behind her until she had brushed up against her. ”I’m sor- sorry” she blurred out in order to excuse herself, taken off-guard and slightly flustered by the sudden intimacy, too shy to meet the woman’s eyes and simply staring at her chest, which was eye-level. ”My eyes are up here.” The pale woman mused, guiding the shorter one’s gaze to meet her darker blue-ish eyes with a gentle hand placed under the chin.

She couldn’t quite comprehend what happened, captivated by her eyes, melting in her embrace, closing in her eyes and… Tongue? She stood shocked and disarmed, only recovering slightly when the pale woman whispered something in a language she couldn’t understand, but still felt her entire face turning red. The woman suddenly gone, having vanished with the bottle of spirits the short woman had ordered, but now completely forgotten.

Rowen strolled through the corridor, a pleased grin on her face as she moved through the facility towards the antique naval guns with a bottle of spirit in one hand and two glasses in the other. She found Ana waiting, and sat herself comfortably on the concrete opposite of her wheelchair with a pleasant view of the bay. They had decided to take advantage of the rare occasion when it wasn’t raining and utilize the slightly secretive spot, hidden away from the general buzzle of the Lion dome.

"Was she cute?"
"I have no idea what your talking about, Ser" Rowen answered.
"Oh? Are lipstick smudges the new trend among youths?"

by **Enfaru** » Mon Aug 21, 2017 11:16 am

Already being quite tall, Stera tended to be taller than most when she stood straight, showing zero emotion as she entered the rather grimy engineers bar, that appeared to be exactly like how you would imagine an Iryllian Engineer's bar to be. Loud, boisterous, dimly lit, a thick haze of smoke and whatever girls and even boys that would loiter around places like this plainly different from those that actually worked in the dome. One man of course noted her presence and raised a glass of something brown in her direction, a shrug and a frown was all that he responded with to her cold and fixed gaze. She was here to 'enjoy' herself...under orders. Most people would have immediately thought that she didn't want to be here and she didn't like being here being a person that would much more comfortable on her own but that would be looking at her only skin deep. A certain shorter, stockier man with spikey blonde hair chatting with any and every woman he could find that would look his direction had a different impression.

Gun caught sight of his partner and called out much too loudly even for the atmosphere in here. He beckoned her over and dutifully she obeyed or at least that's how it looked for a few moments before she placed both hands on the table and leaned down staring him right in the eye, "Come, you're going to show me how this pool of yours works." Gun threw his head back in laughter, apologizing to the surrounding girls it was now his turn to follow, picking a couple of drinks up from the bar as he did so. He could only stare at her back as she weaved through the crowd, much too deftly for his liking and perhaps capabilities. She wore a standard Farian dress, not known for its flashy appeal but its gentle curves and concealed beauty, it's layered and somewhat heavy long skirt was much more useful in combat that some might otherwise have thought. Gun on the other hand, wore polo neck and cargo trousers, he dressed simply and practically at all time.

They came to the crowded table, there were a few already playing and a crowd were watching simply enjoying the games as they were played. Stera was a little disappointed, but much less disappointed when Gun handed her the fermented peach juice. It also gave him a chance to explain the material plane's basis for this game. Stera hadn't been material side for recreational purposes unlike Gun who spent every waking moment figuring out a way to skip out on his duties. As Gun explained the intricacies of the game, Stera cast her gaze around the room, careful to take note of the kissing couple and the various engineers that had already gathered.

by **Asgareth** » Mon Aug 21, 2017 2:10 pm

Inside the dome, the crew of Potelia, Ryla and Petra Olwarnan were drinking with the pilots of The Bellerophon. They hadn’t really interacted with the crew of The Bellerophon, though in fairness they hadn’t really interacted with anyone else, except the crew of the Macerina.

Ah the Macerina. Their inclusion in the parade had riled Ryla up the wrong way. Yulni was lovely, but Rander wound her up the wrong way. Why he was being shown off as a hero, despite having no kills puzzled her. Ryla believed that she and Petra deserved to participate more. After all, they piloted one of the oldest Jaegers left.

Still, the bar was well stocked, and Petra seemed to be enjoying herself. She was downing shots like there was no tomorrow. Of course, some would worry, saying you shouldn’t Drink and Jaeger. But Petra could handle her alcohol like no one Ryla had ever met. Ryla, on the other hand, despised alcohol. So much so, that if she wasn’t the identical twin of Petra one might question whether she really was Asgarthian. She was sipping her soda, praying for an attack, if only to her sister away from the bar.

With nothing else to do, she turned Alec Solensenko, and spoke
“Any idea how much longer this parade will be? Place is eerily quiet without Rander around.”

Inside the Macerina, Rander and Yulni had just reached the end of the strip, and were turning around.
This was going rather well, Rander thought to himself. No one had made any mistakes, at least not to his knowledge. Yulni was clearly enjoying herself, and the Macerina surely stole the show.

“Man, all these people! You see Yulni, we are their heroes! I told you, signing up has made us famous! They’ll sing songs of us! Just you wait!” Rander stated
Yulni rolled her eyes, before responding sarcasticly “Perhaps a film, or book series as well.”
“A trilogy!” Rander stated. “Who knows, maybe it will be a box office hit! Maybe they will erect a statue of me in Asgar City.”

The Macerina began its journey back to the dome.

by **Opplandia** » Tue Aug 22, 2017 12:55 pm

Once the opplandian Pilots had marched their Jaeger back up the strip Brodén stopped and turned to look back, before they entered the Lion Dome again, navigating their warmachine to it´s berthing. Once there tey power it down before disembarking and heading off, a group of technician passing them by to go over their maintenance routines on Deis Irae.

In front of the Bar the two pilots went their separate ways, Youssef heading in to take a drink or two while his partner wandered around. Not long after Sven Brodén left the immense building through a reinforced side door and headed outside, approaching the massive fortifications and artillery turrets that surrounded the building. Luckily the Pilots had near-unlimited access to the facilities of the shatter dome, so he wouldnt have to expect any trouble. He didnt pay much attention to his surroundings as he wandered about his gaze fixed upon the cannons, taking a stroll through the turrets and barbettes.

by **Myraxia** » Tue Aug 22, 2017 2:23 pm

"Well, it looked reasonably impressive while it lasted. "
The pilots of the Noyen-Rak watched in ultra-high definiton as the neat file of Jaegers that had begun the march disintegrated into something approaching a free-for-all as the various crews broke formation and headed back to the shatterdome. "Well, may as well head back as well. Don't want to be left out here like a lost freshie, eh?"
Aryn's sister's response was to sub-vocally activate the comm link. "Nought-Three-One to Control, we're RTB. Out." She threw him a smirk across the cockpit. "Like you on your first day at OTS, you mean?"
He sighed. "Yes, dear sister, just like that. You're never going to let that one go, are you?"
Alys smiled sweetly. "Nope."

The sleek bulk of the Myraxian Jaeger began to walk back towards the great edifice that was the Shatterdome.

The Myraxian personnel in the PADC, whilst here in the spirit of "jolly cooperation" (as the assignments officer had put it) were unable to entirely let go of their pre-existing prejudices. They were, after all, Myraxians. Deep in Iryllia. Many couldn't shake the feeling that they were, in fact, far behind enemy lines. As such, the vast majority of the Myraxian engineering team here to support the Noyen-Rak kept to themselves. They went to the bar, of course - they were off-duty soldiers, after all; what else were they supposed to do? - but mostly sat in a clump in one corner, watching the rest of the room with suspicion over their flasks of Rough. Inferior Iryllian alcohol wouldn't cut it, they'd brought their own supply. There were rumors floating around the base of a source of the Myraxian drink somewhere in their barrack area; a rumor any Myraxian would flatly deny when confronted, but they never seemed to run out. Any Iryllians were excluded from their corner completely - not that many of them tried to begin with. Valarisk were welcomed, as were Asgarthi, although the latter were admitted with a vague feeling of paternalism; they weren't responsible enough to know who to associate with and who not to. Opplandians were grudgingly allowed to sit at the periphery of the group, although none of the engineers were willing to share their drinks with them.

All of this was observed by the head of the Myraxian engineering support team, Krys Hymael, from his seat at the bar. He considered himself towards the more social end of the Myraxian spectrum, and as such was one of the few who had ventured forth from the safety of their corner. He had one eye and a pocketful of mixed currency on the pool game in the corner, and the other on the rest of the room - particularly, he wasn't ashamed to admit, it's female population. One woman in a noticeable dress stood out, both for the attractiveness of her attire and for how out of place it seemed in such a dive of a bar. He followed her with his gaze for a few moments, moving on when it became clear she had a companion. He slipped his flask out the chest pocket of his fatigues, taking a swig and grimacing at the awful taste of the latest batch. Distinct taste of machine lubricant. It was a terrible shame, he mused, that the Myraxian Jaeger program produced such a disappointing vintage.

He still wasn't going to share it with an Iryllian, though.

"Chief!" a familiar voice in a Myraxian accent could just about be heard across the noise of the bar. He turned on the stool, seeing the raised hands of both Rynakael twins as they pushed through the mass of humanity towards the bar. Neither had bothered to change after exiting their Jaeger, having simply thrown a uniform jacket over the bodyglove they wore under the interface equipment. The overall effect was quite odd, and both twins were drawing looks - Alys more than her brother, though, as the bodygloves were form-fitted and extremely flattering to the young woman.
"And how are the entire reason we're in this shithole today? " The grin on his face belied his words.
"Fine, Chief. " they answered in unison, before both smiling a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, we're fresh out of link. Still a bit synched. "
"Well, nothing to fix that like a drink, eh? "
"No indeed, Chief. This dive serve Rough yet? "
"No sir, and I wouldn't trust it if it did. Still in Iryllia after all. Here, " He took their proffered flasks and poured a measure from his own into both, before shaking and then pouring a little from both back into his own. To several nearby bystanders, the almost ritualistic way the Chief did this seemed distinctly odd.
"Cheers. "

by **Iryllia** » Tue Aug 22, 2017 4:17 pm

The Iryllian Jaeger, still wet from the rain, rocked gently back into its berth as the tracked pad slotted into the base of the structure. The pilots disconnected with a gasp and a grimace. The head disconnected from it's housing in the body of the machine. The on-duty technicians already hard at work, regulating cooling, reapplying the lubrication. She wasn't due for a refuel for another six months, the brass had decided it would be better to upgrade No. 6 to the Mk. IV Standard during the refit time. Since switching the reactor out required tearing off most of the frontal armoured plate. It could easily be accessed from ports at the rear and all but the most major of maintenance could be performed. When on deployment she could open her ports and use sea-water as emergency coolant in case of damage or overheat. While in berth the technicians poured a super-cooled nitrogen mix through the machine that never quite turned off. Unlike the Mk. I counter part, who's entire reactor assembly could be removed and replaced with relative ease, many of the veteran technicians hankered towards the old days, staring wistfully at the aged and battered machine in the berth opposite.

Friedrich and his wife returned to their room with just a few passing words on the Jaegers systems. Left leg hydraulics seemed stiff, weird flickering on the display trying to identify small targets in the rain. The two had no interest in seedy dive bars or getting obnoxiously drunk. But that was neither here nor there. Since their counter parts were busy getting outrageously drunk. Which, since they were technically always on duty, wasn't a good idea. If they weren't so valuable it would probably get them shot.

"No idea dude." Alec responded halfheartedly. "Can't say I talked to him much. Seems plenty lively without the guy." He nudged his sister in the ribs and nodded with a look over to the opposite end of the bar. "See, even those Valari can get some. All in the spirit of love and cooperation or something."
Kat rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "I dunno, she seems like kind of a dyke."
"Yeah no shit sis, she's sticker her tongue down her throat."
"That's not what I meant you twit. Not my type." She sipped her drink, kicking her brother in the shin.
"What? And that Mark two girl wasn't?" Alec grinned, enjoying both the banter as the Asgari pilots confusion.
"That was different dude. C'mon you had the hots for her too."
"Now that was different, and a little awkward." Alec downed his glass, even though the dim lights hid the fact he was blushing anyway. The Asgari pilot butted in at this point with a question. "Which, uh, Jaeger was that?" The Solensenko siblings looked at each other momentarilly, the meaning lost on the foreigners. "It was uh, Mark two number... Three? Right sis?"
"Yeah," Kat responded, "Klara, they called the thing The Dragon something..."
"Dragon tongue, that was it. Big fuck off plasma jet. How long has it been since then? Two years? Three?"
"Long enough. And long enough to make it awkard enough for the Asgari here. Eh? Oh damn, copping a feel, in the middle of all these people? No shame." Kat shook her head and turned away, back to the bar.

Time passed, people drank themselves merry. The hour grew late and the doom clock ticked ever on. The enterprising techies who'd pioneered their grand poker tournament left a good deal richer than when they'd entered. Life never stopped in this corner of the facility, though it certainly slowed down. Alec, face down on the bar table groaning after being challenged to shots. Kat having excused herself earlier to save from the shared embarresment.

Time passed further still, darkness enveloped the port. Night watches stood grumpily in the rain and out in the bay, the green and red lights of a destroyer glided gently, all alone, across the tranquil waters.

Admiral von Garenhoff stood, hands behind his back, staring at the great holographic relief of the south-eastern rusinan basin. A red target marker making a beeline for his facility, for his city. The man was a bearer of great facial hair and stoic visage. From afar he could be a statue, form up close the only movement came from his cold eyes and the odd twitch of his moustache. A scientist, looking stereotypically scientific in a lab-coat and goggles stood next to him, flicking through notes on a clipboard. "Category four. Though we're not sure, this one is giving off unusual readings that don't match the database. We do know it's heading this way." The Admirals moustache twitched. "The Bellerophon and the... Sf... Suh-fart-gurd? The Valarisk one. Both are ready and fueled to go. The uh... Enfarians? They say they're still getting settled. The Macerana apparently has a systems fault, but I think the tech just wanted to go to bed so uh..."
The admirals moustache twitched.
"Right, I'll send the alert."

"Attention. Category Four, designation: Pirithous. Two hours to contact in Faustock Bay. Jaegers Bellerophon and Svartgaarde report to the six mile line immediately."

by **Opplandia** » Tue Aug 22, 2017 5:55 pm

When the sirens went off with a Kaija-alert Brodén was standing in one of the tunnels leading to the artillery emplacements and eargerly talked to a rather young gunner; despite the status of the Pilots they didnt want to allow him into a turret proper. Both of them were lightly starteled about the sudden noise and jumped lightly, looking around. Naturally the gunner turned on the spot and ran off to assume his position, though not before organizing that a technician who retreated to the safety of the shatter dome would escort the opplandian through the winding catacombs.

Over in the dome the technicians from Opplandia rushed over to the Jaeger bay, making sure that their machine was combat ready despite it hadnt been called for; though they still wanted to make sure as a reserve. Youssef had been on the way from the bar to their quarters as he had originally planned to get out of his suit, though right now he was hasting to the Jaeger Bay just for the case. He arrived there within minutes, assisting the technicians as they powered the main systems of Dies Irae again, idling them at roughly 50% output. Not long after the nordic man with the rhasp voice came chasing-in through one of the many blast-protected doors and rushed over to their warmachine, getting in on the procedures. Even if they wouldnt be needed, it was better to be prepared than to get surprised.

by **Enfaru** » Thu Aug 24, 2017 11:42 am

Gun was just about to demonstrate his awesome skills as the siren blared throughout the bar much to his humour as he holstered the tapered pole into a holder along the wall, "Another time I guess." While others seemed to be more panicked about the situation and had things to do neither Gun nor Stera made much effort to get out of the room. They had barely gotten settled in, never mind the rest of the team getting set up or ready to deploy to the field and they very much doubted that there's been any time to get things charged. So they'd probably be last out of the gate and even then, Gun had to break out a smile at the thought.

Stera had a more thoughtful expression, or at least as thoughtful an expression as she often managed, or rather a slight movement of her lips. Her thoughts were about reported target. Category Four. That wasn't exactly what any of them had in mind for a first bout and nor were the Farians assigned to this one and that gave her pause for thought. Instead of saying as much, instead she walked past Gun, exiting the bar before him and began making her way with determined strides back towards the main dome. Perhaps a distinguishing feature of the main dome were the rails, both overhead and along the ground allowing faster deployment of the rather large creations and likewise their subsequent re-housing. By no means was this a structure that was in any way small, in fact it was near cavernous. Overhead pipes ran up and down the outer walls, some billowing out steam as they pumped massive amounts of liquid around the facility.

The Farians had set themselves up near the coolant, their own creation still swaddled in the fabric it had first arrived in. Various huge pipes were plugged into it, pulsing as a liquid rushed through them and looking decidedly ominous in the half lit lighting. Various technicians including a few Iryllian techs were going over it, analysing whatever readings they were getting and talking in hurried hushed tones. Of course they were getting assistance, the Iryllians had years of experience with these things, the Farians had basically been storing it for posterity and experimentation, not battle drills. Still, Stera leaned against the railing as Gun walked up behind her, letting out a long whistle as he saw properly the first time, the entirety of the dome.

"I see the Iryllians have decided to move out first." An idle comment as all hands were on deck, the technicians working double time to get everything ready. They could almost smell the oil.

by **Asgareth** » Sat Aug 26, 2017 12:38 pm

Petra was still awake when the siren sounded, having made sure Ryla got to bed half an hour ago. When she heard the siren, her heart began pounding, and a smile spread across her face. No doubt the Potelia would be called into service.
This excitement, swiftly spread to shock, then anger as she realised only the Bellerophon and the Sfvartgaarde were required.

She pounded the wall, out of anger, waking Ryla from her sleep.
“Yo sis! Turn the music down” Ryla stated.
“It’s not music stupid. It’s a siren.”
Ryla sat up abruptly. “Well what are you waiting for? We got to go!”
Petra shook her head. “Nope. Not us. The Valarisk, and the Iryllians.”
“Really? Hmm…” Ryla lay back down, and fell asleep instantly, leaving Petra alone to her thoughts.

Why hadn’t they been called up? The Potelia was well versed in battle, and the powers that be knew Petra and Ryla were itching for another engagement. But their time would come.

Rander and Yulni had also been woken by the sirens. After realising the Macerina would not be needed, Rander groaned to himself.
“Why don’t they ever give us a shot? I’m more than ready! I’m telling you Yulni-”
Yulni interrupted “Oh not this again! There is not a conspiracy against us. We’ve only been here two months!”
“No, but seriously. Think about it Yulni! We aren’t going. The Olwarnan sisters aren’t going. Hell, the Myraxians aren’t going. It’s racism! I tell you. And I won’t stand for it much longer.”
Yulni turned around, and laughed into her pillow. Rander was all words and she knew he would calm down by the morning.

by **Valyrien** » Thu Aug 31, 2017 1:49 pm

The Valarisk medical and scientific minds had taken to completely occupying their little corner of the base, refusing all others entry and posting guards around the clock, blaming the sensitive nature of the research and documents stored inside. From behind the white hospital curtains shielding the outsiders from the sources of the seemingly nefarious sounding deeds commited within, a sudden increased activity was caused by the deployment and arrival of two Valari smelling like rum. The curtains also offering a thin veil of privacy for the two Valari Jaeger pilots being prepared for the engagement.

Reinhardt felt nausea, not sure if it was from the cocktail administered into her arm or the cheap Iryllian cigarettes her physician had grown fond of. She waved her hand to disperse the occasional puff of smoke headed her way, but the second time around instead reached for the strategically placed bucket. Wolfvenstahl was not suffering from the same effects and was in the process of putting on her gear after having undressed down to bare the undergarments, pausing occasionally to send words of encouragement Rowen’s way. The Valari weren’t shy after living their entire lives with communal showers and barracks, thus Ana wouldn’t normally have drawn the looks she did if it hadn’t been for the vivid tattoos of every Kaija she’d ever killed and victory markings like those on her Jaeger, some sadly obscured by the scars.

The two were on their way, moving at the speed of a light jog down the corridor towars the Jaeger hanger in their suits slightly more retro than their colleagues, the design giving of a rather uncomfortable mild medical horror vibe. Their Valarisk military coats made it hard to mistakes them for anyone else despite their faces hidden behind their helmets, but it did make them seem less human with the grotesque placement of instruments and missing human feutures like eyes and mouth.

”Sfvartgaarde deploying.” The distorted voice of what might’ve been Reinhardt declared, the Jeager equipping itself with the newly sharpened blade and fueled flamethrower.

by **Iryllia** » Thu Aug 31, 2017 3:55 pm

Alec, face down on the bar, jerked into a half conscious state as the alarm sounded. He rolled off the stool, landing with a thud on his backside and his back to the bar. He groaned, checking his watch and cursing the hour. The Myraxians in the corner simply laughed to themselves at the Pilots plight. He staggered too his feet, tottering his way uncertainly to the doorway and after failing to get his foot up over the ledge a couple times, fell out into the corridor.

Kat, coming the over way, was half in her pilot suit, the upper half hung limp around her waste. She saw her brother face plant through the door of the seedy dive bar. While he moaned in pain, she rolled her eyes and sighed exasperatedly. She, hauling him to his feet, locked his arm over her shoulder and hauled the man too his feet. He mumbled and groaned incoherently plenty enough, she replied to the stream of nonsense with her own vitriol.

Dumping the man with the technicians aft of the Bellerophon's bay, the lead technician rolled his eyes and pulled a box of smelling salts from his pocket. With this Alec recoiled nastily, his mumbling's becoming more coherent swearing. Kat, returning from the pilots washroom threw the jug of cold water of his head. Ignoring the protests of "Sensitive equipment!" and "Fucking Dangerous!" Alec, continuing his grumblings started to strip off his now soaked clothes. "I get it, I get it, don't drink on duty, we're always on duty, the one time a man gets a break is when he's dead yeah yeah spare me the look."

"Systems powering up... Pressure is good, vitals are... mostly good. Sensors are good. Right. This is Bellerophon Control. Initiating Neural link in three... Two... One... Link!" The pair, linked into their harnesses barely grimaced as the link connected their two minds. Alec, with his eyes closed barely moved a muscle. Kat gasped and winced, "Holy shit you drank a lot." She grumbled. They both shook their heads in unison and began their sync manoeuvre checklist.

"Link confirmed... Link stable at eighty-five percent." Bellerophon controller, a man by the name of Gus, looked up at the Admiral hovering by his shoulder. "Interference on Alec's end because he's piss drunk and struggling to get clear thoughts through. It's strong enough to hold however."
The Admirals Moustache Twitched.
"This is Bellerophon control. Sfvartgaarde deployment confirmed. Bellerophon moving out."

Great cables and piping fell away from the machine as it's launch pad trundled out from the berth. It cranked agonisingly along its running tracks towards one of the bay doors. Inside the two were silent. The nights sky filtered in through the view screens. The force feedback shuddered under their feet as the launch pad dropped away and the Jaegers feet touched the bottom of the bay. In unison the two began to walkm great waves being pushed forwards by the legs of the machine. "Sfvartgaarde, take our left, we'll be on line by the hour, expect contact in an hour and a half." The intercom clicked off and Kat looked over at her brother, seemingly mindlessly pumping his legs. "Hey, it's gonna be a big one. You better sober up by the time we get there."
"Ah-im fine. Just keep it focused and s'all good. Just keep an eye out sis 'kay?"
"Eye out for what?"
"Valar... Eugh. I wouldn't put it past 'em to stab us in the back. Remember Klara."
"I do, don't worry." Kat stared out into the nights sky as The Bellerophon ploughed forward through the bay, the Valarisk Jaeger tight on her left.

by **Enfaru** » Sat Sep 02, 2017 2:53 am

The two Farian's looked from on high, Stera standing her arms almost folded with one finger on her lips observing while Gun leaned on the railing for a better view a wide grin as everything kicked into gear. The two berths, having the Iryllian's and the Valyrien's lit up like an overdone Santa's Grotto at a Chargrenite Festival was certainly something to watch. The first to move was the Bellerophon perhaps the biggest and certainly the oldest of the Jaeger that had been gathered so far, its design seemed to be that of Awe and Power, bulky, armour plated and looking like it had already seen half a dozen rounds with a Class 5. From what Gun could see it didn't look like it had much fancy lighting, but it proudly displayed the Iryllian rose across its breast. Steam surged from it as it adjusted pressure as it made its way out into the ocean.

Once the Sfvartgaarde departed shortly after them the Shatterdome changed tactic and whole new procedures were in full swing as they prepared to receive both Jaeger once they had finished. Others were busy finalizing and improving the defences and counter measures should they both fall. Stera turned having lost interest in the deployment and made her way towards the Enfarian's berth. They'd made themselves quite at home already in the shadows, the only lights from the technicians torches and the occasional spotlight when a team was working. Their own Jaeger was smaller in comparison to the Bellerophon, but then most things were, but it had far more pipes going into the berth visibly undulating with the pressure of the coolant being forced through. They were only getting themselves prepared just in case, but that still had quite a draw of both power and resources. The Farian's had opted for a high power low efficiency set up, not out of choice but out of necessity, they didn't have any other materials that would work for this project, it just wasn't what they had geared up to do.

For now, she stepped into the `Control Area`, this was nothing more than a few desks, a multitude of monitors and two technicians tapping away furiously on keyboards, occasionally tapping the lower screens. They showed more or less the status of the Jaeger, but others were now switching to cameras deployed on ships and drones following the two Jaeger, that of course caught some interest.

"Link in the Valyrien and the Iryllians to the video stream and send the drones ahead," A young woman called, or at least it appeared to be a woman, they couldn't tell as she wore a heavy and matt black cloak that completely concealed her identity, her voice seemed a little odd, as if it were accompanied by a very faint static. Two of the screens switched to looking out of the horizon and surged forwards past the Jaeger while the others kept their distance, keeping the Jaeger just about in sight as they made their way towards the six mile line.

by **Valyrien** » Sat Sep 02, 2017 1:39 pm

A burst of laughter resounded through out the hall from the loud speakers on Sfvartgaarde, followed by "Been drinking too much kid?" The distorted, but merry voice of the First Officer. A whistle from Rowen rang shortly after Alec undressed and the Valarisk Jaeger disconnected from the tubes and cables, seemingly doing stretches as Ana did a mental check of the machine's different limbs. There was no hint of the previous mood, it having been completely replaced with a cold serious when the two machines left the main Jaeger bay, not even responding to confirm the Bellerophon's request but heeding it none the less.

”There's a saying: 'The only trustworthy Red, is the one too idle or dead'... Given the unreliable intel I got during my stubborn interrogations, the proverb is quite true at least when it comes to keeping secrets.” A character painted in ghostly colours casually uttered in a uncommon Valarisk dialect that would've proven a challenge even to most native Valari, shooting a lingering glance at the Iryllian technicians in the vicinity. The man had a pretty face, the burn marks extending from the jawline and most likely continuing past the collar of his uniform, had thankfully spared it. An audible single surprised "Pfft" was recieved from Sfvartgaarde in response to the man's comment. "Come crawling back from underneath the ruins of Rygan?" Anasthasja asked and opened up the video feed to get a good look at the man. "Well, well, well! Senior Commissar is it now?" A condescending tone accompanying the words. "Why are you here? Did you fall in love with a cute Southerner during the war and volunteered for the post?" Wolfvensthal continued, the helmet hiding the wide grin. "Of course not, Ser... Perish the thought, you're the only one for me." The Commissar answered, forcing a straight face but allowing the notion of a smile.

The Valarisk Jaeger had marched in silence behind the Iryllian Jaeger, Reinhardt feeling uncomfortable by the scarred man's comment despite his and her Commanders conversation, keeping her eyes trained on the Iryllians and even starting to tighten the grip on the flamethrower, before reciving a strict and irritated mental warning from Ana. "You're too late if you want to take part and continue that shit storm."

A burst of liquid fire left the weapon in an arc over the ocean, the roaring fire continuing to burn on the water's surface like napalm. "Sfvartgaarde to Valarisk Control. Confirmation on the Jâgareldkastar T-21, it seems to be reliable.."

by **Iryllia** » Sat Sep 02, 2017 3:52 pm

The Bellerophon continued on its own pace through the water, the sea level rose to around the Jaegers waist, the waters around Iryllia were notoriously shallow for quite a ways out into the Rusinan basin. This limited shipping to a few concise lanes, lest the deep draft super tankers find their bellies cut open by an uncharted rock. It did however make it much easier than in some parts of the world to engage Kaija in the water. The crew continued in silence, their link steadily becoming firmer as Alex sobered up. The stars steadily began to fade as unseen clouds began to cover the sky, a fog began to gather, clinging gently to the water in wispy tendrils that clung around the Jaegers waist.

"Command, visibility is slowly decreasing out here. We're half an hour out from the line and sensors are showing no Kaija activity in the region." Kat flicked off the comm and looked at Alec, who shrugged his shoulders back at his sister.
"Bellerophon this is control. Contact is fluctuating and we're having trouble getting any solid readings. Continue as ordered. At worst estimates you wont meet the Kaija for another twenty minutes."
"Got it control." Kat shrugged herself. "Just like the Ophelia OP. Shouldn't have any problems."
"Yeah," responded Alec, "but that was another Iryllian we were running with, not some psychos from up north." to punctuate his point, the Sfvartgaarde set a stretch of the ocean on fire.
"They're just testing, have you ever tried testing a flamer inside the base?"
"They could at least let us know."
"Maybe you could stop bitching about it and ask?" Kat's smug grin met Alec's silence. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Lets just get this done and go home yeah?"
"Yeah."

"Command, we're at the mark, still nothing on visuals or sensors, visibility is still decreasing."
"Copy that, hold position, estimate five minutes to contact." Kat once again shrugged at her brother, keying in the Sfvartgaardes channel. "Alright, we're here. Take a defensive posture and flame the mother fucker when it pops above the waves. We'll keep it occupied while you move around it's rear and take it down." She clicked it off without waiting for a confirmation. In unison the pair rolled their shoulders and flexed their arms, the Bellerophon mimicking its pilots movements.

In Iryllian control, Gus was smacking the side of his console, the holographic projection wavered and yet still the Kaija contact was refusing to firm up. "Bellerophon, are you sure you're not picking anything up on your sensors? Our end is saying you should be within rage by now." he smacked the thing once more for good measure, tapping his foot nervously as he waited for the response.
"Negative, other than a couple of ghosts and a whale several miles out." The response was awash with static, and did nothing to ease the mans concern.
"Reboot the sensor systems."
"Confirmed." He watched at the Bell disappeared from his display momentarily before reappearing. As did the Kaija signature.
"We're got contact now. Two minutes out."
Confirmed Bell, we see it too. Good luck."

"Kat this thing is moving fast!" The Bellerophon was braced in a boxers posed, it's fists raised in front of it.
"Any visual?"
"Negative!" The machine swung it's bulk around a hundred degree angle, bright spotlights illuminating the stretches of water to its fore.
"Do that Valari see anything?"
"Negative."
"Command, contact closing, strong sensor contact, no visual as of yet... wait... Contact diverging! It's two! Two Kaija! Not one!" Kat's sense of unease kicked into overdrive this passed down the link to her brother who shared the same. "We got one coming straight at us! Lock joints and brace!"

Dice rolls and results.

Base Rolls
Jaeger Bellerophon: 1 + 5 (6 Total)
Jaeger Sfvartgaarde: 3 + 5 (8 Total)

Kaija modifiers.
Code Name Razor: -4 (Rending Claws, negates armour bonus.) Engaging The Bellerophon
Code Name Knighthead: -3 (Sfvartgaarde flame weapon ignores natural armour.) Engaging the Sfvartgaarde

Outcome:
Jaeger Bellerophon total: 1. Complete and catastrophic Jaeger destruction. Crew Death. Kaija 'Razor' Lightly wounded.
Jaeger Sfvartgaarde total: 5. Jaeger destroyed but salvagable. Crew Survive, Kaija Knighthead badly mauled.

The Kaija catapulted itself from below the waves in a giant spray of water and mist. it collided with its full weight into the Bellerophons front with an alien screech that was heard for miles around. The great machine staggered under the weight. The crew screamed and the Jaeger bent back into a kneeling position, wreaths of sparks erupted from the joints of the arms as the motors strained to push the creature off. The Kaija in a frenzy tore at the machines armour, tearing great chunks away from the machine in a crescendo of screaming metal.

Their view screen entirely blocked by the writhing creatures torso, sparks flew around the pilots as they struggled with the beast. "Coolant pressure!" screamed Alec, as the Kaija took a huge chunk out of the left shoulder. "Power's going! Left arm is gone!"
"Kick the shit out of it!" Roared Kat as she got a grip around one of the things limbs. It's screeching penetrating the hull before its distorted mirror blasted through the speakers. "Waters getting into the reactor!"
The Kaija headbutted the machine. Causing it to reel back loosing its grip on the thing. It hissed as it brought its claws up through the body of the machine. Disembowelling the Iryllian Jaeger. It tore the face of the machine, its claws bringing through a mix of shrapnel, boiling water and scorching radioactive coolant into the cockpit. The pilots screams abruptly cut off as the Jaeger creaked backwards, slowly slipping beneath the waves. The beast snorted, neon blue blood leaking from one of its arms and staining the water, it tore a couple chunks out of the Bellerophons hull for good measure before diving back into the water heading for Faustock.

The whole fight took less than a minute.

"Two Kaija! Two category twos! Knighthead and Razor!, Jaeger Bellerophon sustaining heavy damage!" The Admiral watched the view screens grimly. He did not like what he was seeing. The next yell from the Bellerophons command pit confirmed his concerns. "Bellerophon destroyed! She's gone! Razor's heading towards Faustock, Sfvartgaarde still engaged!" The admiral sighed, wondering what would happen now that Iryllia's oldest Jaeger had just gone down under his command.

The warbling alarm rang out for the second time inside the base. "Emergency. Jaegers Shi'fei Taouk and Potelia scramble for the miracle mile. Search and Rescue teams report to your aircraft.

by **Enfaru** » Sat Sep 02, 2017 9:49 pm

"Dang..." Gun let out a long sigh, barely able to keep his mouth closed as they watched the pure destruction from one of the drone cams before they were neatly shut down by the rampaging of the two beasts. Both the Potelia and the Shi'Fei Taouk were both Mark I's and from Stera's observations both close range melee types as well so as the sirens rang out they were not amused by the choices of the Admiral. Two against two that had just taken out the Iryllian Bellerophon and the Valyrien Sfvargaarde in short shrift. Still, now they had more data and the closer they came in the more feedback they were getting. The Farian technicians looked at each other nervously before the commands were given.

Clambering up the ladders, Gun and Stera made their way towards their Jaeger, the Shi'Fei Taouk was beginning to warm up, it's eyes closed and the cooling elements began to heat up shortly thereafter. The capsule that was prepared wasn't the same system that the others used but it did pretty much the same job as they clambered into the viscous liquid and began connecting themselves up. Over the headphones they began to receive verbal instructions. A thumbs up from Gun and the capsule was closed.

"Nervous?" Gun asked, Stera gave him a sideways glance and began to bring online the interface. The lights came on and a large prolonged jolt indicated that they had just been inserted into the Shi'Fei. The heads up displays came online and finally they were able to see.

"Temperatures up to 90% readiness, detaching the coolant pipes." While Stera was busy doing that, Gun began to get the rest of the controls online to interface with the Shi'Fei properly.

"Sync in 5...4..." Then Stera joined in, "3...2...1...". It wasn't each other that they were in sync with it was the Shi'Fei Taouk and the neural interface was now in full swing. Taking a deep breath they stood up and stretched and likewise the Shi'Fei Taouk stepped out from the shadows ruffling all of its panels. Since the coolant had been removed the temperature flicked up to 120%.

Technicians swarmed them trying to complete final checks, it wasn't as though there was any time for that though...grabbing the two holstered Naginata and equipping them before grabbing the rifle they then proceeded to move forwards out of the bay. They were significantly smaller than the Bellerophon and from a glance, smaller than the Potelia too. Stera checked the countdown clock. They didn't have very long left to go against these after all. Another side ways glance and the Shi'Fei moved forwards. A mile wasn't very far at all, but if they didn't get moving there would be pretty much nothing left.

"Potelia, you're the more experienced, what's your take?" Much to the protestations of their own technicians and strategists who could barely get them both out alive never mind with the machine in working order.

The outside of the Shatterdome wasn't much better than the inside, in the distance large swathes of industrial buildings, murky grey ocean before them lit up only by the Sfvartgaarde's napalm still burning brightly giving them a good view of the silhouettes making their way inland. Both Gun and Stera knew that carcasses of the Jaeger lay on the other side of the Kaija and there was not a damn thing that could be done for the moment at all. Bringing up the rifle as it moved forwards, the Shi'Fei brought one of the two Kaija into its sights, it was hard to tell their condition from this distance but they weren't moving at the same speed.

[SC ONLY] Kaija Rift II, Electric Boogaloo. [IC]

[SC ONLY] Kaija Rift II, Electric Boogaloo. [IC]

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