Location -<strong>Vasa Centurion Convoy</strong><br/>Tagging -<strong>Primarch, TheGlyphstone</strong><br/><br/>"<strong>Perfect! Get ready for drop in Miracle Mile in case the Kaiju slips away. Until then, begin fueling process.</strong>" The Marshall took a short break to glance over the maps again. Scouting teams were reporting no change in Terapede's course - it's heading straight as an arrow. The calming blue glow of the LOCCENT room was complemented by the almost constant clicking of keyboards, the only other sound aside from his and Jun's voice. No one else broke a peep unless it was absolutely crucial, like a Jaeger tripping and falling flat on its face. Hilarious, but a major disaster on paper. Although, the damage caused by gravity to sensitive components, sensors and human organs are never as awful as the damage to PR. Idly, he wondered why Officer Saotome very rarely picked Japanese names for the Kaiju. Maybe it's bad luck considering Onibaba rampaged through Tokyo.<br/><br/>"<strong>Oi, Nimura! Where's the backup from Vladivostok? Don't tell me the fourth team's still parked there!</strong>" For several days now, the rest-stop from Hell had been housing the last transfer to Tokyo Shatterdome. It was absolutely unreasonable for them to be sent over through Russia to Tokyo, but Marshall Ooba calmed himself with the fact that he still got the approval in the end. Altair Vanquish, a champion Jaeger team if there ever was one from Canada. The final icing on the cake was agreement to trade them over for a spare leg from Immaculate Shogun, MAYBE with a sample of the magnetic coating technique. It's not that they can do much with it, but the brass on the western hemisphere had been salivating for anything from Dr. Metaxas.<br/><br/>That said, Ooba is a rather avid subscriber to the principle that asking for forgiveness is easier than asking for permission, so he'll have to endure her wrath later.