Letters From The Breach

CHAPTER ONE - It Begins

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WARNINGS FOR SWEARING AND OTHER THINGS. NO LEMONS BUT NO CENSORING EITHER.

In which Precursors and Humans somehow find out how to get some mail to each other – and some mysterious others invade as well… What on earth are "FanFiction Authors"?

OK, so this fic is based partially off of DarkHorseBlueSky's "From Fanfiction Writers" which has been adopted by someone-who-I'm-very-sorry-for-forgetting-their-name. So, send characters mail! ALSO highly inspired by Fanmail, by pigeonattack from the HIVE fandom. Ask the characters questions!

The Marshall shall force them to answer… well, it's an AU where everybody lives and everyone can mysteriously answer mail.

Onwards! Ask away! The characters will reply to as many mails as possible!

~Pyro, their loving torturer

Uhh, DISCLAIMER: I dont own Pacific Rim. I own a COPY OF THE BLU-RAY, and my OCs, but other than that, I do not own Pacific Rim. ._.

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Marshal Stacker Pentecost was dumbfounded as he looked at the spread of letters on his desk. There were many of them, and some of them were written on… well, he had no clue what this stuff was. He would have to get Newton to look into it later, for it seemed… biological in nature.

Picking them up tenderly, in case they were acidic or something, he flipped through them, noting each name on the bio-envelopes. "The big green one? Must be talking about Cherno Alpha and its pilots. The…" Stacker almost couldn't believe what he was reading. "The grey dick with the boobs of death? Striker Eureka, obviously."

At the bottom of the pile was a little note, on paper this time. "From The Precursors (Yeah Those Guys From The Anteverse/Other Side Of The Breach)," Stacker read, dreading the implications. They can get letters to us?

"Marshal," Tendo greeted his superior, nodding. He gave Stacker one of his many cups of coffee before speaking. "I see you've found the notes. Before you ask I don't know how they got here either but I do know that this isn't going to cause any kind of trouble."

Stacker would love to be reassured by that, but Tendo never lied to him and he really didn't want to know how Tendo knew this was safe. "So how do we reply?" he asked instead.

Tendo shrugged. "Just leave the replies properly addressed and on the desk. I've found it sorts itself out from there."

The Marshal gave him a very serious look, but came to the conclusion that if some greater power was deciding to do this to them, it would be a much better idea to play along than risk something bad happening. If that power could send letters onto his desk, he didn't want to find out if they could do the same thing with a Kaiju.

"I better deliver these then," he sighed, striding out of his office.
Tendo's eyes flashed neon blue for a moment, with an odd smile plastered on his face. It barely lasted a second, but it was all he needed. "Yep, you better…" he whispered.

The Kaidonovskys were more than a little weirded out by the letter they got.

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Dear the Big Green One;

WHEN WILL YOU FUCKING DIE?!

Sincerely,

The Precursors.

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Aleksis shrugged, said something to Sasha in Russian, and started writing when she nodded.

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To the Precursors,

Never. You punch us, we punch you!

From the Russians, pilots of the Big Green One.

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Dear Blue-With-Red-Stripe,

Didn't we already get rid of you?

Like seriously, well and truly get of you?

Sincerely,

The Precursors.

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Raleigh managed to sneak his reply off to the Marshal's desk before Mako or Yancy could even see the letter, laughing evilly.

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Dear Precursors,

WE'RE BACK, BITCHES!

You ain't that good. We've got 29 lives, suckas!

From Big Blue,

Your Doom-Bringer.

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Tendo glared at the near mountain of reply letters that had been piled up on the Marshal's desk. It was going to take tons of energy to get those through the return portal! He continued to silently fume, pacing around the desk whilst consuming high-energy breakfast pastries and adjusting his bow-tie.

He never noticed the last letter that had fallen onto the pile until it practically burst into flames in anger of being ignored. "This can NOT be good," Tendo muttered, opening the envelope with the blue trim anyways.

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Dear Tendo,

I trust that our arrangements have been fulfilled nicely?

Sincerely,

The Winged Pyro That Drowned

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Tendo's eyes once again had a flash of blue. "Yes," he growled. "Everything is going fine, you meddling little-" the envelope burst into flames in his hands, signalling him to shut up. Pentecost had been right with his assumption of "Don't piss off that power delivering this mail" idea.

He knew this mail thing wasn't going to be let up anytime soon, either.

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Now submit your mail! The Anteverse is also accepting (although unwillingly) fanmail!
I'll try my best to answer things in cannon unless specified ;)

UPDATES: will be dependent on Author's letter creativity if nobody submits letters via Review

~Pyro