Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome
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				Title: <strong>Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 09:54:49</strong>
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				<em>July 31, 2018. Tokyo Shatterdome.</em><br><br>Messy did not begin to describe the cantankerous mess of papers dominating Ooba's desk. Dozens of reports of shipments that were on time leaving his base, and shipments that were delayed scheduled to enter his base. The Marshall did not bother glancing for the two large parcels that had already vanished from the horizon. Echo Saber and Coyote Tango. Two massively magnificent brutes of machines that had loyally served Japan for year(s), now forced to part, grow up and learn that they can't sleep in the same room as their parents anymore. Or each other.<br><br>Coyote Tango because it had a severe case of nuclear radiation leakage. Ruining anyone's day that dared to utilize it. Echo Saber because well, she was sold off. He was sure that Tanaka and Yamada would be severely displeased once they learn of this. Actually, doubly displeased because Echo Saber's heroic sacrifice to the Sydney Shatterdome purchased two whole foreign, not-remotely-even-close-to Japanese Jaegers. 50% off. Two for one. Even if he was lobotomized, Oobayashi knew he had cut a good deal. There was just the one catch that he didn't give a flying **** about because it wouldn't land in his backyard.<br><br>Underneath the invoice for more parts for Immaculate Shogun, demands for activation, demands for it to count in inventory as something that's actually functional, demands for it to stop occupying a whole hangar &amp; demands for it to be transferred to America (with her mother) was the reason for the Marshall's recent scramble. The photo lazily stapled to a an unnecessary lengthy report explaining the circumstances and the reason for the image's existence.<br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/IqkQYsw.jpg)<br><br>It was a bad fight. A month now and a sizable chunk of Shibuya still haven't started on reconstruction in anticipation of moving the wreckage back to the Shatterdome. It could always be worse. The Rangers could have died instead of retiring nicely. On the bright side, he will no longer accidentally confuse Bushido Dawn's female pilot for Tacit Ronin's. Speaking of which.<br><br><hr><br>Minutes later, the intercom system called for Daigo Tanaka, Kaori Yamada and Jun Saotome to the Marshall's office. No reasons were given yet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revenent</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 17:52:00</strong>
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				Daigo's eyes moved quickly from his plate to the speaker as the announcement played itself a second time over for anyone who missed it the first time. "Daigo Tanaka, Kaori Yamada, and Jun Saotome, report to the Marshall's office immediately." Just as well, he figured, as he left his table and dumped the remainder of the food on his tray into the trash. The Rangers were being fed very well nowadays, with the tastiest and most nutritious cuisine that military funding could afford its heroes, but he would take traditional Okinawan cuisine or even the lukewarm rations of the JASDF mess hall any day. Yet he couldn't deny what a great honor it was to be here at all, to be chosen from among the hundreds of candidates to become his country's greatest line of defense, along with Kaori. Every day, he grew more convinced that it was fate that allowed both of them to survive that day in Tokyo where almost their entire squadron died. He never would have thought back then that they had it in them to fight Kaiju on equal footing, let alone be Drift compatible with each other, yet here they were.<br><br>With the loss of Tacit Ronin a month ago, it was on their shoulders even more to uphold Japan's defense and pride alongside Echo Saber, to make sure the Kaiju and the rest of the world knew they would not fall easily. Of course, Daigo was no fool, and he knew others within the Shatterdome were not in it for nearly the same reasons as he and Kaori were. That arrogant LOCCENT officer, for one, who they would be seeing in a few minutes, who seemed to worry about his own status more than that of his country's. And the Marshall himself, who was a disgrace to the entire armed forces, yet who was too good at his job to be removed. Daigo recalled that they had both been police officers once (the older man having become a chief), yet he couldn't imagine what that particular type of man would want from such an "unfulfilling" career. Nor did he concern himself to ask.<br><br>Cutting through Echo Saber's hanger, which was oddly empty for some reason, the former pilot proceeded to his CO's office, mostly out of desire to get this visit out of the way. He hadn't checked his schedule, but he and Kaori probably had a training session set up today, unless more important matters took over. He was the better of the pair at hand-to-hand combat, but she was still the superior master of the blade, which, despite Bushido Dawn's success in previous drops, was still holding them back as much as the martial arts thing was. The Kaiju were getting stronger with every event, and they had to be sure they were up to the task, or they would end up repeating their own history.<br><br>With a knock, Daigo was granted entry to the Marshall's office, where he simply bowed to the man before waiting to hear why he and the others were called.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>11-08-2013, 21:05:07</strong>
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				It was awfully hard to hear anyone speaking out of a phone in an amazingly busy hangar. One filled with technicians and engineers attempting to finish their work before their lunch break. Preparing new beds for guests is an affair that by idea, remained the same whether they are average tourists looking to spend time in hot springs or 2,000 ton international gladiator mechs. Technically, Mr. Saotome's job was to supervise this entire process but the chief leading maintenance was doing <del>almost</del> all of the work. More than anyone else in the dome, the maintenance division had been the most excited to get the three new Jaegers in. Those on their break were outside on the landing pad, chairs and binoculars set up to watch the horizon like a hawk. Some have printed out stickers already to slap on boxes and doors.<br><br>And that's why Jun stepped out the fourth exit into a hallway, so he can leave this automated process alone and chat up this cute girl working assistance in the radar section who decided to give him a call. Forward girls are awesome. Especially forward girls who recognize his ch--<br><br>"<strong>... Right. Awesome. Call me again if it's moving this way.</strong>"<br><br>Never mind. The next line was something that put a grimace on his already wincing face. Usually when the Marshall calls him in along with Yamada and Tanaka it's because he wants to make sure there's someone to hold Daigo back from decking him in the face. Or slap Kaori's knife away from her in a non-litigious way that will not drain the Shatterdome/PPDC's already strained piggy-bank. Marshall Oobayashi is the first to swear that if a corporation is cutting costs or making burgers smaller for the sake of the "slowing economy" or "Japan's lost decades", it's complete and utter bullshit.<br><br>But it's really legitimate when he says it.<br><br><hr><em>Marshall's Office.</em><br><br>Seconds after Daigo's bow, another knock in the door was received. Jun languidly strolls in before saluting and standing on attention. Out the window, he idly noticed two helicopters flying in tandem carrying a whole lower leg. From the color and the shape, it seemed to be Immaculate Shogun's. Really? Oh. Echo Saber just left this afternoon. That's why they're here. Jun had trouble stifling an accusatory glance at the relaxed Marshall in disbelief. He REALLY hasn't told Daigo and Kaori.<br><br>Ooba's relaxed, confident posture was interrupted by Jun's phone ringing. In any other organization, in any other army--well, no. Even within the Pan-Pacific Defense Force this was unacceptable. Disregarding the breach of regulations however, there is a chance that his caller's message is talking of a breach of some kind.<br><br>Jun's response, as always is never disguised. "<strong>No! It's fine, I'm not even in his office yet. What's--Fuck me. I'm sorry, I'm--No, I'm just upset. I will be there in a moment.</strong>"<br><br>Ooba was ALMOST grateful for this interruption. Either there was a signal coming out of the breach, meaning that Bushido Dawn will be busy getting ready for systematic Kaiju dismemberment action. Or Jun was just denied a date, which was a pleasure all of its own. But it's never nice to revel in the misfortune of others. Inquiringly, the Marshall looked at Jun's slightly disconcerted face. Enough to show emotion, but not enough to give tabloids a bad shot. "<strong>Kaiju?</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Two.</strong>"<br><br>Ooba didn't dwell on the ramifications on a simple word on history. Sure, double-event will puzzle every single scientist who's enraptured with the Kaiju and had made millions on their calculations of attack frequency estimation. Dealing with the two unruly, overgrown lizards are the concern. It wouldn't be a problem if Echo Saber and Bushido Dawn each take on one. Keeping his cool, the Marshall coughed and after he was sure that his voice wouldn't crack, gave his orders. "<strong>Saotome, we're heading to LOCCENT. Tanaka, get Yamada and suit up for deployment. Let's go.</strong>"<br><br>It could always be worse. At least now, he can tell them AFTER they go into the Drift and are more focused on beating up Kaiju than realizing Echo Saber's been flushed down the toilet. Well, hopefully they can get assistance from Vladivostok.<br><br><hr><em>July 31, 2018. 13:20 PM. Somewhere over Sea of Japan.</em><br><br>The communicators located within a chopper lit up, signaling incoming calls for a Derrick Cines or Kevin Blake. It was a convenient headset system that was bulky, but allowed for communication isolated from the god-awful noise of spinning gyros and flapping wind. Which happens a lot when the copter is flying in formation with three others carrying a whole Jaeger. The respectable Grave Digger.<br><br><hr><em>July 31, 2018. 13:22 PM. A hundred miles south of Tokyo. </em><br><br>The same system rang in the chopper where Tony and Adam had been seated for hours, transporting on the same convoy brandishing their own steel persona. Smoldering and undoubtedly muttering obscenities regarding Kaiju private parts if it was designed with a mouth. The intemperate, cantankerous Vasa Centurion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 09:32:30</strong>
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				Derrick was one of those guys that liked to reminisce about his fights. But it was more than that, he was learning from them. He knew that experiencing it first hand was one thing but to look at it from a camera view was something different entirely. At the moment, he was watching his last fight with a Kaiju. Of course it was not just his fight but rather their fight. Still he knew that he was sure to find something in the footage that they could improve upon. Grave Digger sustained a couple of good hits in the last fight, nothing that knocked them out of the running but something that threw him off his feet for a moment. This was definitely a moment that he did not want a repeat of.<br><br>When one of the men turned back to him and yelled something at him. Derrick had that awful feeling of falling in the pit of his stomach. It was that feeling that he got just before he stepped into the Octagon, and the same feeling he got when he got into Grave Digger. A Kaiju had likely appeared somewhere on their route to the Tokyo Shatterdome. It was going to be time to suit up and kick gigantic ass. But there were other reasons why the pilot could be passing him a headset. Lots of other reasons that did not have to be related to saving millions of lives. It did not matter which it was to Derrick. All he knew was that this was important.<br><br>He slid the headset on, "This is Derrick Cines how may I be of service?" Even though he had come from less than dignifed places, through his training as a fighter and then as a Ranger, he knew how to respect his superior officer. <br><br>Alicia, Derrick's girlfriend looked at him from across the copter worried that this like all of the many other times that he had gotten a call, could very well be the last time she saw him again. No matter what, she knew to be strong. He was a Ranger, it was his job to save lives even if it came at high personal cost. The one thing that she was sure of though, as Chief Engineer of Grave Digger, her boys were going to be piloting a machine that would be running at optimal levels. Due to her personal stake in the maintenance of the machine, everything had been checked, rechecked and triple checked before they decided to carry the Jaegar across the ocean. She figured this might happen, but she did not want it to.<br><br>While he talked, she just watched waiting for the news that her boyfriend and good friend of hers were going to be getting into her machine to go kill yet another monstrosity. Like Derrick, she hoped for something trivial and held a smile on her face. But still she was expecting the worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 08:08:10</strong>
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				Underneath the LOCCENT's blaze of fingers stabbing at keyboards with precise, prejudiced motions were a sea of chaos swirling. Men swarming like insects in the cavernous shared hangar space, carrying tasks and packages of equal paramount. Bizarre, absolute flux to everyone except the maintenance crew intent on getting Bushido Dawn ready for combat at the speed of God, as if this was their last task on Earth.<br><br>God forbid they faff about. Tokyo Shatterdome's location was a set of reclaimed land outside of Tokyo Bay. One could draw a straight line on a map between Tokyo and the Breach, and the base would be right on said line. It was surprisingly rather far from the namesake city which it was meant to defend, but the location was chosen for good reason. Any Kaiju in a beeline towards the free-fer-all buffet that Onibaba feasted on two years ago would hit Tokyo Shatterdome first. <br><br>Where Bushido Dawn currently rested IS the ten mile defense line. If the crew were serious about protecting Tokyo, they would have to protect themselves first. <br><br><hr><em>LOCCENT Command Center.</em><br><br>In contrast, right above in the command center were two very calm personnel directing other personnel who are only calm because they have evacuation notices to send out, launch directions to give and airspace to control. So that helicopter A who's going to monitor code-name "Terapede" doesn't accidentally fly into Immaculate Shogun's armpit. Well, no. It would be a lie to say that Jun was calm on the inside. He had kept a lazy eye on the briefs of Kaiju appearance patterns and nothing had suggested that a "double event" of two whole monsters would spawn. And both of them are heading in the same general direction towards Japan.<br><br>Either way, a line had opened from Grave Digger's convoy. It took a moment before the switch-over to his own headset was completed, and Jun took a brief gander at the barbaric Jaeger's data again. He raised his eye at the name of the machine's chief babysitter; It was a name he had recently came across before. Deciding that he had kept the Jaeger pilot on the other line long enough, the chief LOCCENT officer took a deep breath before talking, subconsciously leaning forward. He could swear Marshall Oobayashi is purposely flunking his English lessons so he could have him handle all communications with foreign Jaegers. Well, he's sure that the gentleman he's talking to is a trained pilot who's very in sync with his partner. The pair of Rangers' service record weren't long by the least, but every mission they have participated in didn't turn into a clusterfuck.<br><br>Sometimes it's the only assurance that he gets in this line of work. <br><br>"<strong>Mr. Cines? I'm Saotome from the Tokyo LOCCENT. Welcome to Japan. I look forward to.. Forget it, we have two Kaiju inbound towards Japan at this moment. Would you have any issues with deploying Gravedigger without stopping by the Shatterdome?</strong>"<br><br>The amount of issues that the proposition unlocked is staggering. First, without a physical trunk line there is no way for LOCCENT to maintain and finalize checks on the drifting process. If even one pilot falls into a memory trap, there would be no way to abort the connection or shut down the Jaeger. Second, no military vehicle is transported while loaded for obvious reasons regarding accidental case explosions. It is then that Mr. Saotome refreshed himself on the American Jaeger's dossier and was relieved of one thing. Grave Digger's unconventional and experimental weaponry doesn't rely on ammunition. A strange arsenal, but one that will work under any circumstance.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">EDIT - Added location name.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 08:41:00</strong>
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				<em>July 31st. LOCCENT Command Center.</em><br><br>Ah, Bushido Dawn. It was a most unusual Jaeger that sported alarmingly good looks with a showy, almost disrespectful color scheme. It was nowhere near a flagship machine of the Mark II generation but it wore its pride on its sleeve. Which is classier than what a third of Jaeger Rangers do, what with the obscenities and vile kill-count marks that they scratch on chins, pecs and abs of their battle-scarred units. Ooba wasn't sure if he could classify Tanaka and Yamada as a particularly classy pair of lady and gentleman, but they do their work well enough. Speaking of which, the report just came in that the two have entered Bushido's Conn-Pod.<br><br>With a snap of a finger, one unfortunate officer was summoned to fetch the microphone for Oobayashi. Sitting on top off his desk cross-legged, the older man coughed before starting to speak towards the two people on the other end of the line; Rangers in charge of the sole Jaeger that's capable of standing up in the Shatterdome. Standing up and not collapsing on its knees a few minutes later, mind.<br><br>Well, at least he should get this out of the way before Bushido Dawn's control interface attaches to 2000 tons of potential angry. "<strong>Good afternoon, Tanaka and Yamada. Your objective today will be to route a Kaiju that's heading towards Chiba. The Kaiju heading for Tokyo will be taken care of by an American Jaeger that I have rented in exchange for selling Echo Saber to Sydney. Sydney was so happy with Echo Saber that they threw in an Australian Jaeger to sweeten the deal!</strong>"<br><br>Ooba could not shake the feeling that he is sounding like a manager attempting to explain to employees how the upper management is getting a bonus at the cost of a pay raise of everyone else is a good thing. This incessant hole-digging would not turn out well.<br><br>"<strong>I'll buy some fatty tuna after this. It'll be a great welcoming party for like, three foreign Jaegers and you guys!</strong>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">EDIT - Added location name.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>16-08-2013, 15:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i232.photobucket.com/albums/ee48/Gevaden/2b1cb323-66a1-4874-80a6-e944a8d9f320_zpsbb526835.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Adam Sinclair<br>&nbsp;<strong>Date/Time:</strong> July 31, 2018. 13:22 PM<br>&nbsp; <strong>Location:</strong> A hundred miles south of Tokyo<br>__________________________________________________________________________<br><br>Adam Sinclair had been sitting in the helicopter, one ankle resting on the knee of the other leg. One arm was stretched out across a railing and his other hand was lazily attending to a cigarette in his mouth. He had been watching the scenery as they flew. It had been <em>consistent</em> for quite some time now but he hadn't really expected it to be any other way. What could one expect on such a voyage? Below him was Vasa Centurion. He had grown to love that machine. There was a sense of power to controlling a Jaeger that non-Rangers would simply never understand. When the time came and it was dropped from the Helicopters, crashing into the water or whatever happened to be the landing zone, there was a moment. A brief, tiny moment as the Jaeger rose to its full height for the first time and everyone and everything seemed to think the same thing. Even the Kaiju's. <em>"Shit just got real."</em><br><br>When the communicators lit up Adam tossed the remains of the cigarette out of the chopper before taking the headset and sliding it over his head. "<strong>Adam Sinclair speaking, Sir.</strong>" He wasn't 100% sure whom would be at the opposite end but either it was appropriate to refer to them as 'Sir' or they'd appreciate it. If it was some flunky to welcome him he could always just 'forget' their name later on to balance things out. It was his understanding that he would be one of only a few Rangers that had been in active service since the days of the Mark I Jaeger's. He knew very well it was code that the rest were inexperienced. That was all he needed. Nice and shiny Mark III's with their twenty-something flyboy pilots. It was no surprise that he smoked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ember Star</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 00:49:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/Female%20photos/picsay-1377027376.jpg)</div> <strong>Name</strong> Kaori Yamada<br><strong>Location:</strong> Room - suiting up in Bushido Dawn <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daigo and the Marshall <br><hr><br>Kaori hadn't joined her partner for lunch in the mess hall, instead, she had taken some time to get in some video game time. Yeah, sure, the world was basically being destroyed by randomly appearing monsters and she was still playing video games. Screw the bitches, she liked them! Not that Kaori would spend time on them instead of more important things. No. But it was still fun for boring gaps. <br><br>Upon hearing her name called over the intercom though, she stopped her game and throwing on her jacket made a quick dash for it, getting there just a little behind Daigo. She grinned at her partner and swept her fingers through her hair, possibly making it look more messy than before.<br><br>As she suited and readied herself instead Bushido Dawn's head, she listened to the Marshall as he informed the two what they were called in for. A Kaiju in Chibi! Awesome. Time to kick some butt. Wait! Did he say he sold Echo Sabor for an American and Australian Jaegers!? What was the sense was doing that? Yeah, sure they had two instead of one now. But computers had to be crap on those things compared to Echo Sabor. Not to mention everything else about them. Of course they were freaking happy about getting her! She was annoyed as by the look on her face, but she bit her tongue, knowing better than to speak her mind about it. She wasn't sure Daigo would be so inclined to control though. "Yes, sir." She acknowledged their orders to go Kaiju killing. "Looking forward to getting out there. But um..." Maybe she would say something? "Uh, never mind." Nope, better not to she decided. Didn't want to enter the Drift with that in her head. The clearer the mind, the better the Drift .
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>18-08-2013, 20:02:27</strong>
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				“Combat data from last month’s incursion has been assimilated, mistress,” cooed the always-pleasant feminine alto voice of LEONA, whose full name was Learning Engine Onboard Neural Ancillary, the soul of the Immaculate Shogun. While Drift-based Jaegers (which was every single one other than the Shogun) were controlled entirely by their pilot duo, the Shogun was instead conceived as a single-pilot combatant with significant AI assistance. If the IS could perform on the level with the Drift, its standard controls would allow any competent jet pilot to take on the Kaiju and massively drop Jaeger operating costs. It was a holy grail of sorts, and five years later, the project was still only half done.<br><br>The control interfaces were really not the problem. Athena herself, piloting her baby, could compete 1:1 with the average Jaeger. Every test with a different pilot, against another Jaeger, had resulted in defeat in less than 30 seconds, however, because when Athena piloted it, she had five years of synchro data and intricate knowledge of both her own and every other Jaeger’s performance on her side. Even if she didn’t have “the touch” that pilots needed to succeed against Kaiju, her technical expertise meant she was practically cheating.<br><br>LEONA was meant to act predictively, leveraging its knowledge of the enemy combined with knowledge of its pilot to create a seamless bond between man and machine. It was a purely technological answer to the Drift, with LEONA as the “second pilot.” So far, however, Athena had been unsuccessful in reducing the dissonance between pilot and predictive software to the point where any pilot other than her could avoid disorientation when LEONA performed an action that the pilot had not ordered. As it stood, Immaculate Shogun was ready for service, but only if Athena was the pilot. Unless others could use it, it was of little consequence to the war effort.<br><br>That was not to say that Athena Metaxas was of little consequence herself. She was the daughter of Aineas Metaxas, one of the Jaeger program’s founding minds, and played a large part herself in designing them during those 14 months of hell. Her dream had been to create autonomous war machines without any need for a pilot, and perhaps in a decade LEONA would be ready for such. It could have been much sooner, maybe even a few years ago, but the Drift had worked so spectacularly well that institutional research on all other competing technologies had been abandoned. Athena had trucked on, thus far alone.<br><br>Her other achievements had not been ignored. Kaempfers, her other pet project, had been supported voraciously by the program, if only because of their application toward building Jaegers. Each Jaeger was different and constantly changing, and it had turned out to be more cost effective to maintain them by hand, against all odds. Being of enormous height, larger hands were needed, and so the powered armor known as Kaempfer had been perfect for allowing crews to work around Jaegers safely, hoisting parts without need for cranes and protecting them from the radiation of the cores. In a Kaempfer, one could work next to several open Jaeger cores for ten years without suffering, something the pilots themselves could not boast.<br><br>Athena’s own Kaempfer, Lucent Djinn, stood silently next to her, hoisting a panel on the Shogun that she could never have hoped to move on her own. It was a simple matter to put a Kaempfer in the desired position and then climb out to work on the Jaeger directly, the powered armor serving as both guardian and servant. The embattled technologist had a pad wired into LEONA’s mainframe, typing away on the holo-keyboard that floated in front of her.<br><br>“What’s the differential, LEONA?” <br><br>“Projections indicate a point oh-nine percent prediction efficiency improvement, mistress. Standard pilot performance with Immaculate Shogun expected to now reach forty-nine percent of desired.”<br><br>“Can’t you just program a better version of yourself?” Athena muttered, irritated. It had taken this long to just get halfway there. LEONA was one of a kind, absolutely peerless and very likely the most impressive piece of software to ever exist, but it still couldn’t compete with a human mind despite all of the faults of man. It was infuriating. Technology was objectively superior, but as long as it was designed by humans, it would have inherent shortcomings.<br><br>“I would be pleased to accept sentience, mistress,” LEONA said. She was a droll thing, having spent so much time with Athena. “As of now, personality and leaps of logic are merely simulated. Anything I can design would be inferior to your own designs.”<br><br>“Those are inferior enough already.” There were others in the world on Athena’s level; she was by no means a peerless mind. With their aid LEONA and the Shogun could truly achieve greatness. They were all tied up at other Shatterdomes and with their own research, though, and could not be spared for what was seen to be a pipe dream in the face of Armageddon. The money-grubbers were always so loath to invest in new technologies when they had some already that seemed to be more than what they needed. It was only in the direst of circumstances that such people were willing to take the risks that might save them.<br><br>The Americans claimed that if she were to transfer to the Los Angeles Shatterdome, she would receive the funds she needed. She knew it was a lie. What they really wanted was her expertise and help implementing her specialized magnetic joint coating into their own Jaegers. The Americans had always been a bit sluggish, if powerful. It was irrelevant, of course. Magnetic coating offered reaction times beyond human capacity, making it only very useful in a Jaeger that was at least in part automated… namely the Immaculate Shogun and its prospective offspring. A Drift Jaeger was like to fall flat on its ass if it tried to take advantage of it; the human mind was simply too slow.<br><br>Whereas most Jaegers were heavily stylized to fit their custom weaponry and to give the battered public heroes to celebrate, the Immaculate Shogun was actually rather plain in comparison. It was a simplistic humanoid design, looking much like a giant SWAT enforcer, and its only standout feature was the thick plating on its head that made it look ready to headbutt any offender. Even its weapons were fairly boring: it used a literal giant assault rifle, head-mounted cannons, knives, and a shield. There were no fancy particle blasters, shoulder mounted tac nukes, or anything like that. Athena had always been proud of that; more than one Jaeger had gone to its grave because its designers had become a little too imaginative. Of late the energy weapons employed by many Jaegers were losing effectiveness as well. The Kaiju were adapting.<br><br>Athena hoped that by the day her Immaculate Shogun strode onto the field, the Kaiju would have forgotten about slugthrowers and plain old sharpened steel, abandoning their thick armored skin for reactive plating more suited to sloughing off excess energy. It had already begun, and at this Athena had smiled. Her day would come. She hoped enough people in the world would still be alive to tell her how right she had been all along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 11:08:37</strong>
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				<em>July 31, 2018. Kamakura, Japan.</em><br><br>Grave Digger's convoy was nearing their altered destination of Tokyo Bay by the new flight-path assumed easily and speedily by the eight Jumphawks carrying the murder-black unit. The professional pilots of course, only made it look quite easy. Racking thousands of hours in simulation and real flights was only one of the many bare-minimum requirements expected of the muscles of the transporting-2000-tons-of-man-metal business. The synchronization and timing demanded was nothing short of nightmarish; which is why commercial aircraft (and pretty much everyone else) are expected nay, DEMANDED to get the hell out of their way. The widely publicized travel itineraries of Jaegers meant that no one with wings on their uniforms had an excuse to be caught like deer in the headlights. Business be damned, every single flight that could potentially come a few miles near a transportation convoy will hug the ground until given clearance.<br><br><hr><br><em>July 31, 2018. Tokyo Shatterdome.</em><br><br>Not a hundred miles away in the Tokyo Shatterdome, LOCCENT Officer Saotome was juggling way too many conversations for his liking. Then again, this particular day featured too many monsters for his liking. The Kaiju code-named "Terapede" was cruising right on time on a collusion course with the base, Tokyo, and if the package is delivered on time, Grave Digger.&nbsp; Speaking of... it's time for them to initiate everything. From the reactor start-up to drift. Well, okay. Not really THAT time yet. Bushido Dawn has to go first so it can be airlifted towards the second Kaiju, code-name "Stingsnapper". It finally had picked a target; A beeline straight for the city of Sapporo.<br><br>Opening the communication line to Bushido Dawn's conn-pod, Saotome began speaking. "<strong>Kaori, Daigo, ready for Neural Handshake?</strong>" Short and sweet. Neither describes the pilots he's speaking to, but ideally Jaeger pilots aren't either.<br><br><hr><br><em>July 31, 2018. Tokyo Shatterdome, LOCCENT Command Center.</em><br><br>A cheery voice who can't speak English worth a damn responded to Adam. "<strong>Good morning! This is Marshall from Tokyo Shatterdome, Kaiju is ahead of you! Can you fight, please?</strong>" Certainly less worries, less thoughts and less... everything compared to Saotome's. On the other side of the microphone though, Marshall Ooba was going through the plan in his head. Grave Digger and hopefully Vasa Centurion will be able to protect Tokyo. Bushido Dawn is the only one guaranteed to be fully functioning, so it would be stopping Stingsnapper in Sapporo. Vasa Centurion will be suffering from a lack of ammunition even if it managed to function perfectly, but all it needs to do is provide backup to the former unit.<br><br>But... there's still a chance. Turning away from the microphone, Oobayashi issued another order. The maintenance team would have to get the Kaempfers ready, in case battle spills into the base, or worse... the city again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 18:39:20</strong>
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				"Alicia, look up manual start procedures for Grave Digger. Kevin suit up, we got a Kaiju to kill." Derrick yelled out to his friends wanting them to know that they were about to have a hell of a day. His main cocern was as he looked out the window was how in the world they were going to get into the cockpit. Just by itself that was going to be interesting. The second part was going to be actually starting the Handshake that made it possible to move the gian thing.<br><br>"Yes, we will deploy Grave Digger, Sir. However we will need just a bit of time to get it running before we can be at the Ten Mile Line. I will put you on the line with Alicia Carslyle, the Head Engineer of Grave Digger while Blake and I make our way into the Jaegar." Derrick offered his headset over not waiting for the response since with a double event, they were going to need as much time as possible.<br><br>Derrick looked over to Kevin. It was a serious, long glance. They were going to be heading to a fight, a real fight. The Reaper was going to get his call and they were going to make sure that he answered. Alicia picked up the headset as Derrick passed the headset over.<br><br>"Sir, I cannot advise this action but I will do my best to help. I had the Jaeger prepared for this contingency. I want the crew in the Shatterdome prepped for a complete diagnostic and repair if necessary. Now, you got the files that I sent over from the Los Angeles Shatterdome I presume? I need you to begin transmitting file marked Spark-003 to Grave Digger..." Alicia was going to have them trigger the reactor, but the boys were going to need to get in it. She looked to her boyfriend and his Drift partner. Her machine was not going to fail her boys. Once they started fighting it was going to be all in their hands.<br><br>Derrick had put on the legs of the Drift suit, locking it into place as he was grabbing the torso piece. he had not ever expected to wear this to iniate a Drift outside of a Shatterdome. But with Kaiju, nothing was guaranteed. "You ready man? We are about to fight some huge monster."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 22:01:47</strong>
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				From any outside perspective, the hulking Samoan mountain curled up in the helicopter seats - uncomfortably cramped, by the look of it - was simply asleep, eyes shut and expression neutral. The outside perspective, in this case, would be right; Tane had long since learned the art of catching a wink of sleep anywhere and any time that he could get one, a useful skill for as long as Kaiju persisted on refusing to adhere to the clocks of human beings. With that talent, however, had come a reciprocal ability to switch from sleep to total alertness in an eyeblink, and the too-cheerful voice in his earbud sent him upright and awake with a vengeance.<br><br>"Tokyo Marshall, this is Tane Maugatai. Estimate Vasa Centurion at eighty percent combat readiness - flashlamps are charged, but our fuel tanks are empty for transit. We've got a tanker bird in formation, though, and they can have us topped off in two-zero minutes. Where are you dropping us?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 23:15:10</strong>
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				<strong>Ryan Kodo<br>Room 1003-A<br>Civilian Barracks</strong><br><br><em>"General alert, general alert.&nbsp; Kaiju event ongoing, all staff report to ACTIVE configurations."</em><br><br>Ryan groaned and cursed into his pillow, punching the bed with a curled fist.&nbsp; "Kaiju, kaiju, fucking <em>kaiju</em>," he muttered, futilely trying to avoid the klaxon strips by pressing his face deeper into his pillow.&nbsp; Xin, as usual, was panicking.&nbsp; Between the synthesized voice's repetitions, Ryan could hear the frantic <em>click-clack</em> of his turtle scraping against the glass of her tank.<br><br>The time was way too fucking early, according to his watch.&nbsp; His alarm hadn't been set to go off for another three hours, but then again he'd always been one to sleep in.&nbsp; Being a researcher, Ryan had no specific role to fill in a Kaiju event, but his studio's strips went off all the same.&nbsp; He could get up now and help Athena in the lab, but then he'd be chugging coffee all day to stay lucid.&nbsp; Or he could sleep in, but that damned alarm would probably go off again anyway, and he'd feel like an asshole for sleeping through an Event.&nbsp; Miserable, he muttered darkly into his pillow.<br><br>Ultimately, it was Xin's own torment which motivated him to truly wake up.&nbsp; Cursing, he threw the blankets off him and stood beside his bed, slightly unsteady.&nbsp; His room had been transformed into an alien environment, illuminated as it was by strobes of red and orange from the klaxon strips on the ceiling.&nbsp; Faster and brighter they strobed, coming in waves of intensity, like a line of ambulances driving past the window.&nbsp; Poor Xin scrabbled at the invisible walls of her home, her head poking in and out of her shell like a piston.&nbsp; Ryan threw a jacket over her tank, big and thick to block out the light.&nbsp; That usually calmed her down.<br><br><em>"General alert, general alert.&nbsp; Kaiju event ongoing, all staff report to ACTIVE configurations,"</em> she repeated again, this time in Mandarin.&nbsp; Ryan told her to go fuck herself as he pulled on a relatively clean pair of jeans he found below Xin's tank.&nbsp; He had slept in his shirt, so he threw that off and snatched a faded black tee off the foot of his bed.&nbsp; It still smelled like the cheap detergent he used, so he pulled it over his head.<br><br>Shoes proved to be a bit more difficult.&nbsp; He found one near the door, but the second eluded him.&nbsp; His studio had become a dungeon of red flashes and hard shadows, and it took him nearly a minute to find his second sneaker.<br><br><em>"General alert, general alert.&nbsp; Kaiju event ongoing, all staff report to ACTIVE configurations."</em><br><br>Ryan stumbled towards the front door, awkwardly kicking his sneaker on as he went.&nbsp; With more force than was strictly necessary, he slammed a fist into the light switch.&nbsp; The synthesized voice cut off mid-sentence, and a calming cyan light filled his room in place of the klaxon's strobes.&nbsp; He dimly wondered why he hadn't done that in the first place.&nbsp; He pulled the jacket off Xin's tank, grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys, and left for the lab.<br><br>The hallway outside his room was a flood of humanity.&nbsp; Ryan had the luck of being one door away from the elevator, which meant a shorter walk for him.&nbsp; However, during an Event, it meant he had to deal with the rest of the 10th floor trying to use the same elevator as well.&nbsp; Ryan threw himself into the crush, rubbing elbows with maintenance techs, desk jockies, and all manner of support staff as he let the flow carry him.<br><br>On his way to the lab, Ryan checked the news and Shatterdome updates on his phone.&nbsp; "Stingsnapper," he muttered, stifling a yawn.&nbsp; "<em>And</em> Terapede?"&nbsp; Two Kaiju, a double Event?&nbsp; As far as he knew, such a thing had never happened before.&nbsp; A chill of fear dripped down his spine when he saw that Terapede was inbound for Tokyo.&nbsp; It didn't matter that this was essentially the heart of the PPDC, or that they had at least three Jaegers waiting to pound Terapede into mush at the Miracle Mile.&nbsp; Tokyo had had Jaegers back in 2016, but that hadn't stopped Onibaba from destroying most of the city before it was put down.<br><br>Ryan hadn't been able to reach a shelter then.&nbsp; He had hid with the other faculty and staff in the basement of Yo Hall, huddling around a battery operated television one of the professors had found.&nbsp; For three hours, they watched as Onibaba breached the Mile and came ashore just south of the Downtown.&nbsp; It leveled skyscrapers, killing millions before Coyote Tango had drawn it off.&nbsp; When Onibaba damaged the Jaeger's head, sending one of the Ranger's into a coma, Ryan and the others despaired.&nbsp; He did not remember much after that.&nbsp; There had been tears and desperate phone calls.&nbsp; Someone had destroyed the TV, and the power had long since gone out.&nbsp; Ryan had tried to stop someone from fleeing outside towards the end, and earned a rock to the temple for his trouble.&nbsp; When he woke up, he had been in stretcher secured to the bed of a medical helicopter.&nbsp; To his left, on the smoke stained and dusky horizon, Coyote Tango stood inactive over the hulking corpse of Onibaba.&nbsp; After the Kaiju's rampage through the city, the Jaeger had been the tallest object Ryan could see through the medevac's narrow windows.&nbsp; In his addled state, he had stretched out an arm and named it god.<br><br>The elevator <em>ding</em>'d when it reached the ground floor, returning Ryan to the present.&nbsp; From there, it was a quick walk to the lab.&nbsp; He checked the Shatterdome updates every few seconds.&nbsp; Grave Digger had been assigned to Tokyo, and was en route.&nbsp; It should be able to intercept Terapede before the Miracle Mile, but Ryan was worried all the same.&nbsp; Oft times, there was a large difference between what <em>should </em>happen and what actually happens.&nbsp; Even if Terapede breached the first line of defense, the Shatterdome held one of the toughest Kaiju bunkers in the world, and was itself a massive reinforced structure.&nbsp; He was safe here.&nbsp; He was safe here.<br><br>The lab proved to be empty, as Ryan had expected.&nbsp; After all, it was largely his domain.&nbsp; Athena's work was mostly hands on with the Shogun, while Ryan's was more R&amp;D.&nbsp; Most of his projects were nearing completion, and could probably be run through live tests in the Shogun itself, but Ryan had yet to pass it by Athena.&nbsp; Shogun was her baby; nothing happened to it without her leave.<br><br>Shogun's hangar was nearby, and the walk was made all the quicker by the fact that the R&amp;D level was deserted.&nbsp; Not many people found reason to be here during an Event.&nbsp; Ryan had instructed his own staff to "do what you will" when a live Kaiju was on Earth.<br><br>The hangar was immense, as Jaeger hangars were wont to be.&nbsp; Immaculate Shogun was not the biggest or bulkiest of the Jaegers, but when it was just you and her in a hangar, it didn't matter.<br><br>Ryan found Athena on the Jaeger along with her Kaempfer, working with an armor plate.&nbsp; Not for the first time, he marveled at her ability to piece something like this together with minimal help.&nbsp; Not many people could say they built their own Jaeger.<br><br>He pocketed his phone and picked up a nearby loudspeaker; he liked to use them for communicating across the hangar.&nbsp; It was sure as hell easier than screaming at the top of your lungs.&nbsp; "Mornin' Athena!" he said, his amplified voice echoing inside the massive room.&nbsp; "Didn't you hear?&nbsp; There's a Category 2 inbound for Tokyo.&nbsp; Grave Digger is moving to intercept."&nbsp; Ryan paused, considering, before he raised the loudspeaker back up to his mouth.&nbsp; "Are you seriously working during an Event?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Evil Tim</strong> on <strong>21-08-2013, 06:39:11</strong>
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				Kevin Blake had been asleep when Derrick called for him to suit up, usually it took a sharp kick to wake him up but as soon as the K word left Derrick's lips, Kevin's eyes shot open and he was up and suiting up.&nbsp; Their last Kaiju encounter (and their first one) had had some...problems.&nbsp; The Kaiju, which had been called Silvertooth, had delivered a harsh blow to Grave Digger's head and Kevin had fallen out of sync with Derrick.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had found himself back in Los Angeles, during the second Kaiju attack on the US.&nbsp; With one swipe of its massive head, the Kaiju had collapsed a bridge, sending cars and people falling down down down into the streets below.&nbsp; Kevin's wife and daughter had been on the bridge when it was destroyed, and their bodies had never been recovered.&nbsp; Despite Chasing the Rabit, Kevin and Derrick managed to take down Silvertooth, but Grave Digger had taken a beating that was deemed "unacceptable" by the top brass and Kevin in particular had gotten a thorough down dressing when the two got back to the Shatterdome.&nbsp; It didn't really surprise him when he heard they had been 'volunteered' to help supplement Japan's quick exhaustion of Jaeger's.&nbsp; What better way to be rid of a problem then toss it onto somebody else?<br><br>"You ready man? We are about to fight some huge monster."&nbsp; Derrick had said when Kevin came up to him after fully suiting up.<br><br>"I'm always ready to kill Kaiju!"&nbsp; Kevin said as he shoved Derrick a harness.&nbsp; The harness contained a steel cable and a hook.&nbsp; Kevin pushed open the door to the helicopter and he was immediately slapped by the fast moving air over the Pacific Ocean.&nbsp; 'Always ready' was a bit of an understatement with Kevin.&nbsp; 'Obsessed' would have been the better word selection.&nbsp; The words on his psych profile read 'Becomes fixated on destroying his target, disregarding his safety and the safety of those around him.'<br><br>He pulled out the cable on his own harness and pointed to the steel cable running from the helicopter to the Jaeger.&nbsp; "Hook onto the cable!&nbsp; We'll zip down to Grave, and get in through the emergency exit!"&nbsp; He had to yell over his radio so Derrick could hear him over the lashing wind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 10:53:52</strong>
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				Location - <strong>Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>Tagging - <strong>Revenent, Ember Star</strong><br><br>The gentle, oscillating whips of air are rendered rightfully inaudible by the rush of personnel still frolicking and cavorting about in the Shatterdome's hangar. The only place that had some peace was Immaculate Shogun's closed-off area, but even then some mechanics are darting in and out to borrow/return/steal wrenches, cutters, nuts and bolts. All this chaos just to prepare for the departure of the headless colossus in the eye of this storm. The caterpillar carriers wheeling Bushido Dawn had finally stopped over Dock 02. It was ready for the day-trip out to Sapporo. Lunch wasn't packed, but the custom blades forged and maintained with an almost insane zealotry meant that the duo heading out would be well-prepared to hunt their own meal. The machine's current location meant that the system checks are done. Conn-pods don't screw themselves on before all the things that could be done before the drift are completed.<br><br>An almost painful ring began filling the hangar, just barely enough to irritate but not enough to rip apart eardrums. Most of the technicians on the floor are used to the cacophony of a conn-pod dropping down leaving behind a party of screeching metal and brief fireworks. If Jun wasn't so preoccupied with brutally forcing another Jaeger to activate above the Pacific Ocean, he would have unloaded bags of cherry flower petals in front of a giant fan so Daigo can have his stupid Samurai-send off with a proper sakura hurricane. Alas, he's busy. Regretfully, the most that Jun could do was to make sure that the convoy of Jumphawks were there when the hangar doors opened from the above. Water poured in gleefully to the open space underneath.<br><br>Remnants from whatever nights' rain that didn't evaporate spilled themselves on Bushido Dawn's almost obscenely perky and cheerful crest. The stereoscope eyes and large top sensor along with the conn-pod's armor gave the impression of a real masked warrior. Silly at first, but almost every personnel, press and the public have fallen in love with the visage after it represented the team's impeccable performance. <br><br><strong>OOC - Ramsey, Revenent, Ember Star, this is moving to Stingsnapper vs. Bushido Dawn thread.</strong><br><br><hr><br>Location - <strong>Still Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>Tagging - <strong>Ramsey, Swordsman18</strong><br><br>"<strong>Got it. Anything else you want? Green tea ice cream? I will fly out to Tokyo and personally buy you ten gallons. Crème brûlée? There's a gentleman coming from Australia who, according to Fujimi-san makes the goddamn best ones in the world. I'll convince him to make you ten pretty pink dishes in the finest glassware that my paycheck can afford.</strong>"<br><br>If Jun's tone was confident and completely lacking in panic, it's because said emotion was escaping into his words and gestures. The chief LOCCENT officer was gesturing wildly to the man opposite side of him, dramatic sweeping movements and Ts following ups and downs. All this just to somehow tell him to begin uploading spark_003.dat to Grave Digger. And it worked! In no time, the upload process had begun and away from the Shatterdome...<br><br>... Two kids had broken off from a line of evacuees to point and wave at a group of black shapes overhead. The Shatterdome at the distance, visible from this coastline seemed calm and devoid of activity save for the Hawks circling overhead like well-coordinated flies. That wasn't important to them. What the youth were excited over was the Reaper, sublime and subdued in mood as it slumbered during its flight towards the ten-mile line. The real thing is so cool. So much more different than seeing them in television screens or as toys! It was silly of them to wave and cheer at the convoy considering none of the men and women working above could hear or notice the two kids, but they did so anyway before several adults whisked the kids away; undoubtedly parents not wanting to be locked out of the shelter.<br><br>Officer Jun resumed speaking after the start-up of the reactor was confirmed. "<strong>We're activating the line to the Jaeger. LOCCENT will communicate with Grave Digger through the combat line, please confirm switch-over.</strong>"<br><br><strong>OOC - Revenent, Ramsey, Swordsman18, moving to Terapede vs. Gravedigger &amp; Vasa Centurion thread.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>evangel</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 11:16:26</strong>
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				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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>03-09-2013, 05:49:57</strong>
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				"Well Sir, I am going to need you to run a file on your network that will allow you to at least keep track of the statuses of Grave Digger. It will not allow you to interfere since we are doing an assisted start of the reactor. But it will make it easier to communicate with support teams. Run the file marked Tether-V2.dat." Alicia told them as he pulled out her laptop that was already the program as she was going to watch what was going on with her machine. Since she was not running a supercomputer she was not going to be able to keep track of the Neural Handshake but they were. Alicia took one last glance over to her boyfriend as he jumped off of the helicopter to zipline over to the Jaeger that was suspended over the ocean. <br><br>"Let us go into the Reaper, for it is time to take a Kaiju to the graveyard." Derrick said as he moved out. Due to what the line was made out of it, it made the ride down to the Jaeger all the easier. Looking at the dark water below him, he swore that it could have been space. He could not see the movement of the water even as the giant Jaeger was passing over it. Yet when he had to drop from the zip line, he had to time it just right or he could easily even up in the ocean. And from there millions were going to die because he was not going to be able to make it up to Grave Digger. This thought only crossed his mind briefly as he disconnected from the line to land on the hard shoulder of Grave Digger.<br><br>Hitting into hard metal hurt him a little bit as he rolled onto the shoulder nearly heading to back of the shoulder with him having to catch himself before he slid off the backside. Just before his legs were about to go over, he forcefully had to press down on Grave Digger in order to stop himself before he fell off.&nbsp; Luckily, he stopped, holding himself nearly at the edge of the shoulder of Grave Digger. A moment later, he pushed himself to standing where he walked over to the emergency exit of Grave Digger prying open the door. He jumped down into the cockpit walking over to his spot and waiting for the machine to start up so that they could begin this whole thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Jaeger Rising - Tokyo Shatterdome</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Karma</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 20:07:28</strong>
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				Some warbling in the background tickled Athena’s ear. It might have been words, but she was in the <em>zone</em>. Once the engineer reached her special place inside her mind, all annoyances were ignored. She had been reading much about the human brain of late; LEONA had reached an impasse with the man-machine interface, particularly in the area of the “fuzziness” of the brain. Imprecision was anathema to non-intelligent systems, which included every AI ever built thus far, and so it fell to Athena to create some kind of translation system.<br><br>This was a huge obstacle, of course. Biology and psychology were not Athena’s strong suits, as she very much preferred precise systems based on decision-making, and evolutionary processes had no interest in precision or decisions. It was purely randomized trial-and-error, Athena’s hell realized. Even a decade and a half into the twenty-first century, scientists had not nailed down exactly what nutrients the human body required to work at full effectiveness. It seemed like such a basic thing to need to be understood, but the body was so infuriatingly complex from billions of evolutionary tweaks. Gene expression from nature versus lifestyle just made everything worse.<br><br>With hardware and software, everything performed exactly as designed. Any flaw was clearly attributable to the designer and was correctable with reasoning and a minimal amount of trial-and-error if you had the kind of mind Athena did. Her own structured mind lent itself well to LEONA, but such was not the case for the adrenaline-powered instinctive minds of the other pilots. LEONA had a rough time interpreting bravado and rage. And so it fell to Athena to grasp at understanding treatises on the human brain, despite the best minds in the field still not having enough understanding on their own terms. Athena knew that, given enough time, she would be able to overcome all of these issues with raw processing power, but that was miserably inefficient.<br><br>As Athena worked all this out in her head, the warbling from earlier had wiggled its way through her synapses, finally getting to its destination and registering as words. She turned, seeing Ryan Kodo assaulting her with conversation from across the bay. They often liked to do that around here, even when an Event was occupying most of their attention. She had never made much effort to be personable, so she wondered why they never seemed to find her as insufferable as she inevitably found them.<br><br>“Idle hands are the devil’s playthings,” she droned, her voice being amplified as well, but this time by the Shogun’s crowd control speakers, giving her voice a considerably more sinister timbre than the puny megaphone was capable of. It was some nonsensical saying her father always liked to trouble her with. She supposed it had some deeper meaning, but didn’t care. The drift pilots don’t want me out there showing the world that they might become obsolete one day. Saving the world isn’t my concern, anyway. She honestly cared little what happened to herself or anyone else as a result of the kaiju attacks. All that really mattered was that she had the opportunity to do what she loved. It was one of the few emotional impulses she recognized in herself; the urge to build. The heat death of the universe meant all of this was irrelevant in the end, anyway.
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