ALRIGHT! Rikahara here for another quick warning! Be prepared for slight AU-age. This is where there's more jaegers alive and shatterdomes out there, yet they are all kinda running on their own and competing for funding. Sorry if this bothers you. Also, a stupid OC appearence. Also sorry. Anywho, read, review, enjoy! And again, sorry.


"Your jaeger pilots are a bunch of immature idiots," were the first words out of Lt. Commander Mac Gresham's mouth, his disapproval seeming to radiate from the screen.

"That doesn't mean they can't be trained out of it," Marshal Pentecost replied curtly. He sighed inwardly, he was afraid the unruly reputation of his jaeger crew was going to get out, and now it looked like the other shatter domes were picking up on it. Namely, Mac Gresham was picking up on it.
Why did his rival always have to be the first to learn about his bad news? It was making the competition for funds a whole lot harder. "Attitude problems aside, they are still some of the best pilots around."

"Oh really," a sly grin lit up Gresham's stubbly face. "I will see you at the Jaeger Rally in three weeks, then? I would love to see you get rejected by all those new funders. Thing is, I don't think they'll be able to see your pilots kill any kaiju over the piles of complaints listed against them. "

Pentecost narrowed his eyes, leaning towards the screen. "In three weeks, they won't be able to see the pile of complaints behind my line of highly-trained, attitude-adjusted soldiers. Who knows, we might even get enough money to build a new jaeger. Those things cost an arm and a leg. I think you'd know, because by the looks of it you've already paid half the price."

"W-WHAT?!" Gresham's hand subconsciously flew to the empty sleeve where his right arm would have been. His green eyes narrowed in fury, "THAT'S IT! I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU SON OF A-"

"oops!" Grinning innocently, Tendo reached over and cut the feed, the screen went dark. "Nice one, Marshal!" He laughed, raising his hand to high-five his superior, but was shot down by a cold glare.

"Get someone to bring a vat of coffee to sub-hanger 7. I'm going to need it," Pentecost growled before leaving the comms room. It was time to check on how the pilots were doing. Just thinking about it was giving him a headache. "Make that two vats."


Down in Sub-hanger 7, the pilots were doing trust falls.

Yeah, it wasn't going too well.

"It's easy, just take a deep breath and jump!" Raleigh was currently positioned at the bottom of a seven foot high stack of crates. Jin, second member of the Wei triplets, was perched at the top, shaking in his basketball shorts.

"Don't trust him, brother! It's a trap!" Hui shouted.

"He will get you killed!" Cheung added.

"I don't think you're helping," Mako shyly put in, clipboard clutched in her arms. If she had to endure "Co-worker bonding exercises" she might as well take notes.

"For once, don't listen to your brothers," Raleigh held out his toned arms, trying to smile as warmly as possible. "Just jump!"

"N-no! I'm scared of heights!"

"How can that be when you pilot A FRAKKING JAEGER?!" Trying not to lose his temper, the young pilot ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Just jump and get it over with."

"No."

"WHY?!"

"I can't do it if you're looking," Jin sulked.

"How can I catch you if I'm NOT looking!" His angered yell reverberated through the sub-hanger, waking a snoring Aleksis from his spot in the circle of plastic chairs the rest of the pilots were sitting in. "You know what, just picture me as one of your brothers. If they will catch you, I will catch you. I promise."

"oh-okay.I-I-I guess I can trust you…" Closing his eyes, Jin spread out his arms and took a step off the crates and into mid-air.

Raleigh smiled. He has this, he so had this. All he had to do was brace himself and get ready to catch.

"Hey, Wanker! You think if you get through this, you don't have to pay for what you did to my room?!"

"I keep telling you, Chuck, I have no idea who covered your room with pink sparkle paint and pictures of me!" Having enough, Raleigh turned to confront the Australian…

…and consequently forgot to catch Jin.

THUD.


Marshal Pentecost thought he was going to enter a sub-hanger. Instead, he was entering a crime scene.

A slightly ruffled Herc was trying to calm down two of the Wei triplets as Mako took notes and drew a chalk outline around the limp form of Jin, cracks surrounding the cement where he landed. Head first.

A few feet over, away from the crates, Chuck and Raleigh had found the perfect opportunity to fight, flinging 'whodunnit's around almost as much as their fists. Sasha and Aleksis were lazing around with mild disinterest, but perked up when the two vats of coffee rolled in behind the Marshal.

Speaking of which, Pentecost could only face palm. "Alright, alright! Get back in order! Mako, please pull Jin away from the crates, we'll clean up the blood once everyone has a chance to go through. Herc? Go hit your son. As for the rest of you, fall back in line!"

The remaining pilots did as they were told, grimly awaiting the next instructions.

"We will restart the activity. This is to study whatever trust you already have for each other, but judging by the dent in this floor it isn't much. Do it again. Sasha, you have 'jump duty.' The rest of you will line up to catch her, starting with Chuck."

Chuck was immediately grabbed by a pair of meaty Russian fists. "You touch Sasha, you die. You let Sasha fall, you die," Aleksis growled.

"Seems fair, eh son?" Herc quipped sarcastically.

"Oh, it'd seem fair, all right. If I were an idiot like the Russian over here!" Chuck sneered, "Whaddya gonna do? Cry? Throw a fit? It's a wonder how you've ever kept you're lady, if I were her I'd go for someone a lot better looking, maybe even more Austral-"

In response, Aleksis threw Chuck at the coffee vats. He collided into the side, knocking them over. High pitched screams filled the air as steaming off coffee spilled onto the floor in scalding waves.

"AGH! QUICK! GET ON THE CHAIRS!"

"I CAN'T! MY CHAIR'S MELTING!"

"HOT! I'M BURNING YET FEELING INEXPLICABLY RE-ENERGIZED AT THE SAME TIME!"

Marshal Pentecost hunkered on his melting plastic chair and stared sourly at the ocean of coffee before him. That was all the coffee mix in the kitchen. It would be a week before they re-stocked.

"THIS IS WHY I CAN"T HAVE NICE THINGS!"


TOBECONTINUED

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