Jake cursed. He suggested a simple throw, but the Delta wasn't able to get it done. Shit. He should have thought of that. Throws and grapples are complicated to new recruits. We don't know where the hell Artemis Prime is. He thinks if any of us tried to pilot a Jaeger by ourselves, it.. it would be disastrous, but really, what choice do they have? Jake walked up to the Commander.<br/><br/>"Of the trainees you've reviewed, who showed the most promise? Are they still on base?" The commander looked at him as if he's crazy. "Delta Canuck will not survive this battle, Artemis Prime is going to the location, but we don't know if they encountered a problem, or got lost, or some other problem. We need someone who can get there quickly and take the brunt of the blows while they finish him off,"<br/><br/>The commander nearly snarled at him. "You won't be able to fight! The drift needs to be with someone you can bond with to be able to be in fighting condition. If you went alone... you understand what you'd be doing? What you will do?"<br/><br/>Jake sighed. "I know what I can do, Commander. I can get hit and fall. Anyone can fall."<br/><br/>The Commander stayed silent for a moment, thinking up a plan.<br/><br/>"It won't work, McEwen. If you don't die, you'll be disabled in some way."<br/><br/>"Does it matter?"<br/><br/>"The Spartan Wulf needs its pilot, McEwen. No. I can't let you do that."<br/><br/>Jake snarls and walks away, furious at his inability to do anything.