Sasha had been studying the crude map lying in the center of the conference room, trying to commit the details to memory, when cold dread erupted in her chest. She gasped aloud, staggering, struggling to draw breath through a throat suddenly drawn tight. Her ears roared, almost entirely drowning out the startled shouts from the other Rangers and Tendo, and the room spun crazily around her.

Cherno! She couldn't explain how she knew, but something awful had just happened to Cherno. He was scared – no, scared was too mild a word. Something had the Jaeger flat-out terrified.

Mama! His voice echoed through the drift, wild with fear. Papa! Help!

"Cherno!" She gripped the edge of the table to steady herself. "What-"

A blast of sheer emotion struck her, terror and disbelief and white-hot anger, accompanied by a jumble of images – Bailey Rossi, the Kaiju cultists' temple, a REACTOR OVERLOAD IMMINENT warning, a countdown ticking steadily down to zero…

"Damn her!" Aleksis bellowed, and he grabbed Sasha's arm and propelled her toward the door of the conference room.

"What's going on?" demanded Tendo, rising to his feet. "Kaidonovskys, get back here!"

Aleksis snarled in reply and bolted out the door, anger and adrenaline momentarily overcoming his usual painful limp. Sasha's first instinct was to charge after him – every second she wasted having to explain herself was one less second they had available to save Cherno. But she forced herself to stay put and talk. If there was even a slim chance that Tendo could help them, she had to take it.

"Bailey Rossi activated Cherno Alpha's self-destruct," she spat. "She is the cultist's spy."

Tendo's jaw dropped, the skin of his face bleaching to near-white at that news. But he snapped his mouth shut and ran out of the conference room, Sasha close at his heels. The conference room erupted into frenzied chatter behind them, but she ignored the others for now. Explanations would have to wait until her son was safe!

"Where is he now?" Tendo demanded, his words taut with anxiety… and barely suppressed anger.

"In the harbor," Sasha replied, voice equally tight. "He… he wanted to be far away… just in case…" She couldn't bring herself to go on. It wouldn't happen. He would be all right! He had to be! If she and Aleksis lost him now, after everything they had done to keep him… it would shatter them.

"The Jaeger's self-destruct can only be activated from inside!" Tendo told her, and made a sharp turn toward the lift that serviced the LOCCENT. "But I should be able to shut it down remotely. If Bailey's inside him, though, she could set it off again!"

"Then we stop her!" Sasha retorted. "You shut it down! Aleksis and I will handle the girl!"

Tendo looked ready to protest, but held his tongue. Whether he simply didn't want to waste precious seconds arguing or thought Bailey Rossi deserved whatever punishment Cherno's Rangers chose to dish out, he didn't say. He simply stepped into the lift, doors hissing shut behind him.

Aleksis must have picked up on her own thoughts, for when she burst into the hangar he was already bellowing for a Jaeger, any Jaeger, to help him. That set off a cacophony of wailing and roaring from all four of them, but it was Crimson Typhoon who responded the fastest, stooping down and offering a hand for the Kaidonovskys.

"Get us to Cherno!" Sasha shouted, scrambling up into the massive palm. "Hurry!"

"As fast as I can manage," Crimson promised, his pleasant tenor voice sounding artificially calm but his mental tone radiating anger and horror. As soon as the two humans were safely in his hand, he rose and hurried for the doors.

Hold on, Cherno, she pleaded. We're coming!

REACTOR OVERLOAD IMMINENT. NINETY SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT.

Cherno was still slogging his way through the harbor, trying to put as much space between himself and the Shatterdome as he could. Even in his state of terror, he knew the danger he now posed. And he refused to give Bailey the satisfaction of seeing the Jaeger program's last operable base destroyed. Not when it was still in his power to do something about it.

He might die today… and the thought of simply ceasing to exist still terrified him. But knowing that at least he would take no one else with him but the traitor was some comfort.

Hold on, Cherno! We're coming!

Mama! He stumbled, falling to his hands and knees. It's Bailey, she's the spy, she was trying to blow up the Shatterdome…

We know, Cherno! We're on our way! Just hold on!

He pushed himself upright and twisted around… and felt his core freeze in horror. Crimson ran toward him, spray kicking up in white sheets all around him, cupping a hand to his chest… a hand carrying two tiny figures…

REACTOR OVERLOAD IMMINENT. SIXTY SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT.

Get back! Cherno shoved himself to his feet, ready to back away. Get back! Don't come any closer!

We're here to help, Cherno! Crimson insisted, lengthening his stride. Don't run, please!

Get back! If you're too close when my reactor blows up, you'll die! My parents will die! Please!

No one's going to die today! Crimson reached out and grabbed Cherno's arm with his free hand. Tendo's doing all he can in the LOCCENT. Please, trust him… trust US.

Cherno whined and tried to pull away. No… no, he was dangerous now, a menace to all the other Jaegers and humans… he had to get as far away as possible…

REACTOR OVERLOAD IMMINENT. THIRTY SECONDS TO SELF-DESTRUCT – 29 – 28 – 27…

"Cherno Alpha!" Tendo's voice over the radio briefly smothered the countdown. "This is Marshal Choi, requesting remote access to your controls! Please respond!"

As if he would turn that down now! PERMISSION GRANTED. PLEASE HURRY!

22 – 21 – 20…

"It won't work, Tendo!" Bailey shouted. "I have the system locked down! Only a technician can get in! Even admin privileges won't-"

"SHUT UP!" Cherno let his new voice fill the interior of the Conn Pod, the volume pitched up as high as he could manage. Bailey collapsed, hands over her ears, and belatedly he wondered if he'd just damaged her hearing beyond repair. At the moment, he didn't especially are.

15 – 14 – 13 – SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE TERMINATED. REACTOR COOLDOWN IN PROGRESS.

A wavering whine escaped his engines, and he would have collapsed had Crimson not wrapped an arm around his shoulders to keep him upright. His relief was cut short, however, by an irate scream from within his Conn Pod.

"What did you DO?!" Bailey shrieked. "That should have been impossible! There's no way… you couldn't…"

Tendo's voice managed to sound immensely relieved and smug at the same time. "Did you forget already, Miss Rossi, that I started out as a LOCCENT tech monkey before becoming Marshal?"

Bailey couldn't hear Tendo's words – even Cherno knew her eardrums were probably shot by this point – but she seemed to understand what had happened well enough. She screamed again and lunged for the controls… but Cherno's roar had wrecked her inner ear, leaving her badly off-balance. She staggered across the Conn Pod, flailing wildly for something to grab onto.

Crimson thrummed softly and lifted his other hand to Cherno's cockpit. Let your Rangers in, he urged. They'll handle the girl.

Cherno obeyed, letting the hatch to his Conn Pod pop open. Sasha slipped inside first, and within moments he heard the satisfying THUDs of a fist striking flesh.

"That is for Cherno, bitch!" Sasha snarled.

Bailey collapsed against the back wall of the Conn Pod, and Cherno caught a quick glimpse of the girl through his mother's eyes – cradling her jaw, blood painting scarlet lines down from her ears, nose, and the corner of her jaw, a look of absolute hatred burning in her eyes as first Sasha, then Aleksis, bent down to regard her as if she were an insect.

"We are family," Aleksis growled. "But above all, we are Rangers, charged to protect this world. You are Kaiju to us now – a monster, a threat to all we hold dear. You threaten our child ever again… and we will kill you. No questions asked."

Bailey just glared, not speaking even as the Rangers hauled her roughly to her feet.

"Back to the Shatterdome, Cherno," Sasha ordered. "Everything is under control."

Cherno just sent a shaky pulse of relief back as he slowly made his way back to shore, Crimson keeping pace alongside him. That had been far too close… and somehow the thought of being destroyed from within had been far worse than the threat of destruction by Kaiju. He'd never known that a single human could be such a threat to a Jaeger, and the thought left him with a gnawing sense of dread in his core. Even with Bailey's attempt thwarted… would he ever feel truly safe again?

An angry crowd awaited Cherno and Crimson's return to the Jaeger bay, Rangers and mechanics and techs rumbling with barely suppressed hatred as Crimson extracted Aleksis, Sasha, and Bailey from the Mark I's Conn Pod and lowered them to the floor. Gipsy, Coyote, and Striker hung back, radiating sheer hatred toward the traitorous technician even without proper faces to express the emotion. Coyote even raised her hands and made a show of cracking her knuckles, causing Bailey to blanch and look away.

The muttering of the crowd escalated to a furious roar as the Kaidonovskys escorted Bailey through the bay and toward the lift, her wrists bound with a length of electric cord. Foul names in a variety of languages filled the air, and a few people even lunged forward to attack her and were barely held back by their just-as-angry fellows. The technician just stared straight ahead, jaw set, not even flinching when garbage flew at her and bounced off her shoulders and chest. Nor did she do more than wrinkle her nose in disgust when a handful of foul-smelling blue-green sludge splattered her lab coat.

"That's a present from Spike, bitch!" Newt howled. "Yeah, you like Kaiju so much? Enjoy that, why don't you!"

"Enough of that, Newt!" Hermann bellowed, yanking him back. "You're disgracing yourself and the entire Shatterdome!"

"What, I'm bad for sticking up for Mikhail but you can defend this bitch?" demanded Newt.

"I despise what she has done," Hermann retorted, and his eyes flashed with pure hatred. "More so because she was a protégé of mine. But we will not stoop to her level."

Two more figures pushed their way through the crowd, each still wearing drive suits from a training run. Lance and Lexie shouldered their way past Marshal Hansen, who was struggling to keep the irate crowd back, and moved to block the Kaidonovskys' path.

Bailey held the twins' gaze for a moment, then lowered it to the floor. For the first time since her identity as the cultists' mole had been uncovered, she looked shamed, if not exactly regretful.

"Stand aside," Aleksis ordered. "She's not worth your mercy."

"We just want to ask her something," Lexie replied.

"Cherno burst her eardrums," Sasha countered. "She can't hear you."

"Easy to get around," Lance shot back, and he reached out and grabbed the technician's chin. She winced as his hand closed around her bruised jaw, and didn't resist as he lifted her face to look her in the eye.

"Why?" he demanded, mouthing the word with deliberate care. "You were our sister. We trusted you. Why would you do this? Why would you betray the Jaeger program like this?"

Bailey wrenched herself free from her brother's grip. "What do you care, Lance? You two hate the living Jaegers. Why should you care if one of them blows up?"

"Maybe we don't like them," Lexie retorted, "but you could have killed us all! You could have leveled this entire place, and Mustang with it! You could have killed your own brother and sister! Is your precious Kaiju cult worth having our blood on your hands, Bailey?!"

Aleksis scowled. Even when siding with the other Rangers on this issue, Lexie managed to make it all about herself.

"This place and its Jaegers are a scourge upon the world," Bailey retorted. "The Deep Ones sent the Messengers to chastise the world. And we're nothing but children, choosing to throw a tantrum instead of accepting our righteous punishment. You're my brother and sister… but you've chosen which side you're on. And I've chosen mine."

Lance blinked, and Aleksis was shocked to see tears shining in the young Ranger's eyes. "You disgust me, Bailey. You're no sister to us anymore." He looked to Aleksis now. "Is Cherno okay?"

Another shock from the young man… actual concern for one of the sentient Jaegers. But Aleksis kept his expression steady. "He is shaken… but unhurt. He will recover."

Lance nodded, then turned and strode back into the crowd. Lexie spared her sister one last look of contempt before hurrying after him.

"I've called the police," Tendo told the Kaidonovskys as two burly Shatterdome workers stepped forward to relieve them of their captive. "They'll handle things from here. I don't know if we can get an attempted murder charge to stick until we get Cherno's legal status ironed out, but at the very least we can nail her for terrorism."

The implication that the courts would consider Cherno less than human rankled, but Aleksis held his tongue. Bailey would face justice, and his son was safe. For now, nothing else mattered.

"Sasha, Aleksis… you two are excused from the rest of the meeting," Tendo went on. "We'll brief you on the details later."

"Marshal…" began Sasha.

"You're not in trouble," Tendo assured them. "But right now, I'd say your Jaeger needs you more than we do."

It was Aleksis' turn to blink back tears, and it took all his strength to maintain his stoic expression. "Thank you, Marshal," he said softly.

Tendo just smiled, then made a shooing motion with his hands before turning to leave. The crowd slowly filtered out, some still muttering angrily and others craning their necks to get one last glimpse of Bailey as she was hauled off. Newt and Hermann bickered on their way out, Newt looking proud of himself and Hermann disgusted.

Aleksis and Sasha, meanwhile, turned back to Cherno. He had made his way to his hangar by now, though Crimson still hadn't left his side. The scarlet Jaeger hugged him close, rocking the Mark I and crooning softly in an effort to soothe him. The other three hung back a respectful distance, but they, too, added their own soft humming to Crimson's, finding an eerie harmony that made the hair on the back of Aleksis' neck stand on end.

"Cherno?"

At the sound of his father's voice, Cherno shuddered and turned slightly to face him. Papa?

"Oh Cherno…" He stepped forward and leaned against the Jaeger's leg, wishing for the hundredth time that he were big enough – or Cherno small enough – that he could hug him and comfort him.

Papa… Mama… don't leave me. I… I don't want to be alone right now. Not after… that.

"We won't." Sasha pressed herself against his armored leg as well. "We promise. We're here as long as you need us."

Cherno crooned softly and leaned against Crimson. Slowly, with the contact of his Rangers and the soft thrumming of his fellow Jaegers, he began to relax, the fear slowly ebbing from his core.

If this incident proves anything, it's that the Jaegers are still vulnerable, Tendo thought darkly, righting a chair that had toppled over in everyone's haste to flee the conference room. Now that they're sentient beings, we need to either lock the controls in their Conn Pods or simply seal the pods entirely. Dr. Gottlieb insisted before that we needed the safeguards those controls provided, but… no. Not when they can be this easily abused.

Chuck was the first to speak as the Rangers invited to the meeting got settled in. "So what's gonna be done about that bitch anyhow?"

"She's in the law's hands now," Tendo replied. "She'll face justice."

"We don't want justice!" Chuck spat. "She nearly killed a Jaeger! We shoulda let Cherno stomp her flat! Or Striker! He was flat-out rarin' to do it, too!"

"Shut it, pup!" Herc snarled. "You idiot, you WANT people to start bein' scared of the Jaegers?"

"They deserve a little payback!"

"I said SHUT IT!" Herc roared. "At this point the PPDC's lookin' for any excuse to shut the Jaegers down! Killin' a human would be a death sentence for them all!"

Chuck snapped his mouth shut, his anger slightly cooled but still simmering.

"What about the other Jaegers?" asked Raleigh. "Are they safe? What if someone tries to hijack and destroy them too?"

"Self-destruct mechanisms can only be activated from inside the Conn Pod," Hermann replied. "The easiest way to avoid situations like this would be for the Jaegers to simply not let anyone inside. Not unless they're trusted personnel."

"Bailey was trusted personnel," Jin pointed out sourly. "And what if there are others? We don't know how many cultists got away."

"For now… for now, the best we can do is tell the Jaegers not to allow anyone in their Conn Pods except their Rangers," Tendo replied. "We'll see about disabling their internal controls later."

Hermann sputtered. "But the safeguards!"

"The Jaegers are sentient beings," Tendo reminded him. "It's time we started treating them like such. And that means allowing them full autonomy over their own bodies. I see no logic behind telling them they're their own free creatures, only to hold on to the ability to control them or shut them down remotely. It's a risk… but one we have to take."

Hermann scowled but nodded. Mako smiled in triumph.

"With that settled, let's get back to what we were discussing before the interruption." Tendo waved at Hermann. "Dr. Gottlieb, Dr. Geizler, continue."

Hermann huffed but returned his attention to the map – a map hastily scrawled in marker on a section of wall paneling from the Kaiju temple. At his request, Gipsy Danger had gone back to the scene of his and Newt's rescue, further dismantling that unholy house of worship and retrieving the map. Newt had countered that they could just take a picture of it rather than hauling it back, but somehow Gipsy had been highly amused by the request.

"One would think we'd have charted out our own ocean floors better by now," Hermann grumbled. "I couldn't see any recognizable landmarks, so the exact location of this base is unknown. But thanks to the drifts, both accidental during dreams and forced at Mikhail's hand, Dr. Geizler and I believe we know the general layout of the Precursor base on the Pacific floor."

"Are we sure it's on the Pacific floor?" asked Caitlyn. "For all we know, they could have picked a different ocean to strike from. The Atlantic, or the Indian, or even the Arctic."

Hermann shook his head. "The last two Kaiju attacks were still on Pacific shores. I highly doubt the Precursors would create Kaiju only to sic them on another ocean entirely."

"What are these twisted-looking things?" asked Hu, reaching out to tap a gnarled scribble.

"That was meant to be coral," Hermann replied. "I'm a scientist, not an artist. There seem to be at least a dozen, if not more, coral frameworks for the construction and restraining of Kaiju. The creatures are built, then held there until the time comes to release them onto our shores."

"How many looked to be near completion?" asked Tendo.

"At least three," Newt said with a quaver in his voice. "M-maybe more."

"Gods," Raleigh breathed.

"These domes," Hermann went on, tapping a cluster of what looked like turtle shells, "seem to be some sort of mobile facility – a submersible vehicle that can be grounded to create a semi-permanent building. What goes on in there, we can only speculate. It could house raw materials, troops, weapons the likes of which we haven't seen yet… who knows?"

"Raw materials would make the most sense," Tendo noted. "As advanced as the Precursors are, I doubt they can just spin a Kaiju out of thin air. All the same… if we plan some sort of strike on this base, we should use caution around those buildings."

"Are we really doing this?" asked Raleigh. "Going all-out against the underwater base? When we don't even know for sure where it is?"

"We have to be prepared, Beckett," Herc replied. "This war can't go on forever. The world can't take much more of this. We'll find where those buggers're hidin'… an' when we do, we wanna be ready."

"What about this?" Mako touched a vaguely humanoid shape in the center of the map, one framed and crosshatched as if trapped in a cage.

"That…" Hermann shuddered. "I can scarcely believe it myself."

"Don't leave us in suspense," Lexie grumbled. "Spit it out."

"Near as we can figure," Newt cut in, eyes gleaming with a manic mix of excitement and terror, "when the Precursors had Gipsy and were doing their thing to her, they weren't just trying to put her together and hold her prisoner. They were studying her – getting her schematics down, figuring out what makes her tick. And that gooey stuff they put her back together with… it's similar to what the Kaiju are built from, some of the same molecular structure, even the same DNA, but it looks like they've tweaked it! Modified it for a whole new project!"

"Get to the point," Hermann ordered.

"I'm gettin' there!" Newt insisted. "But this is fascinating stuff! Or it'd be fascinating if it wasn't so terrifying…"

"Dr. Geizler," Tendo ordered, "please get to the point. What are the Precursors building, and what does Gipsy have to do with it?" He had a sinking feeling he knew already, but he wanted to hear Newt confirm it.

The xenobiologist pulled off his glasses as if for dramatic effect. "The Precursors know their Kaiju can't stand up to the Jaegers forever. So they've decided 'if you can't beat 'em, copy 'em.' They took Gipsy and they made a bio-tech copy of her! A machine made of flesh and shell and bone, but that still operates like Gipsy! A whole new kind of monster!"

Mako paled. "The Precursors have built a Jaeger."

Newt nodded. "I wanna say this is freaking awesome… but to be honest, the thought of that thing scares the shit out of me."

"After what you did to Ms. Rossi today, I'd think you had quite enough of shit today," Hermann muttered.

"Hey!"

"So it's gonna be Jaeger-on-Jaeger soon," Lance noted. "Awesome!"

"'Course you'd think it's awesome," Chuck grumbled. "I hear you two are experts at Jaeger-on-Jaeger fighting."

"Chuck!" Herc snapped.

"That wasn't our fault!" Lexie retorted. "If Crimson had just minded his own goddamn business-"

"You shut it, missie!" Herc ordered. "Everyone just shut your holes!"

Chuck and Lexie subsided, though they continued to exchange venomous glowers as Tendo continued talking.

"For now, news about the organic Jaeger doesn't leave the base," Tendo informed the gathered Rangers. "For now we simply use the information Dr. Gottlieb and Dr. Geizler have provided to prepare ourselves. We'll find the Precursor base… and I would say that a pre-emptive strike is entirely called for. If we can't destroy them, let's at least send them back to their own universe with their tails smoking.

"In the meantime, the mission to rescue Brawler Yukon is still a go. In the morning, Dr. Lightcap, Dr. Geizler, Dr. Gottlieb, and I will depart for Canada, for the museum where Brawler is being held. With any luck, we can replicate the circumstances that pushed the other Jaegers to full sentience, and allow Brawler to escape on his own."

"Is this really a good use of our resources at this time?" demanded Hermann.

"We made a promise to Dr. Lightcap," Tendo told the scientist. "It's high time we kept it. And with an assault on the Precursor base in the making… I'd say we could use all the mech-power we can get."

This seat taken?

Gipsy squeaked and scooted over on the rocky beach, letting Striker settle down beside her. The Mark V moved stiffly, the joints of his brand-new chassis creaking with every bend and twist, and she had to stifle a laugh as his back struts made a staccato popping sound when he sat down.

What's so funny?

Nothing. She turned her attention back to the horizon, where a brilliant orange sun appeared to be sinking into the ocean.

Yeah, I know, I'm movin' slow, he huffed, drawing his knees up to his chest. This new body's gonna take some limberin' up. But it sure beats bein' just a head.

I'm sure it does.

The two Jaegers were silent a moment, watching the sun set and cast light like molten gold over the ocean. Funny, Gipsy thought… the ocean was the source of so much terror for their world, a gateway for Kaiju to emerge and wreak their havoc on land. It startled her sometimes how something so deadly could still be so beautiful.

Father always said that Aussies were used to havin' a love-hate relationship with the ocean, Striker noted, picking up on her thoughts. So many things in there that can kill a human – sharks, jellyfish, saltwater crocs, poisonous fish an' octopi… But for all that, humans kept goin' back in. The draw of the ocean was too strong.

Maybe that's why so many countries hated the Wall, Gipsy added. Not just because it turned out to be useless and a waste of money… but because it cut them off from the ocean. And despite the dangers, humankind didn't want to give that up.

Striker shrugged. Could be.

Silence again… but it was a friendly, companionable silence, not awkward or tense. Gipsy let her gaze wander as they sat, from the blazing sunset to the amber light that gilded Striker's armor, to the hunched form of Ilya as he sat on a nearby dock feeding hunks of bread to the seagulls, to a salvage boat with the words Weak Anthropic Principle painted on the side pulling in to unload a haul of scrap. It was a rare peaceful evening, and for the moment she simply relished it, taking in the sights and sounds and committing them to her memory banks.

Cherno gonna be okay? Striker asked.

Gipsy nodded. He's pretty shaken. Humans might have destroyed Jaegers without thinking earlier, but this is the first time someone's tried to kill a Jaeger they knew was sentient. And Bailey was always kind to us before. It… it's shaken everyone's trust, I guess. I think it'll be awhile before many of us trust another human outside our Rangers and the Marshals again.

Eh… Bailey was an exception to the rule, I think. Not that I'm gonna let complete strangers poke around in my Conn Pod after this… but still, don't go thinkin' every human out there is out to get us. That way of thinkin'll just turn 'em all against us.

She poked at his shoulder. When did you get to be all wise all of a sudden?

Hey, just 'cause I ain't an old-timer like some don't mean I ain't learned a few things.

Another moment of silence. When Striker spoke again, his voice was hesitant, almost shy, and sounded so unlike him that Gipsy did a double-take at it.

Gipsy… you did good, ya know.

Huh? She turned to face him. That was sudden…

You did good, Striker went on, looking away and his tone colored with uncharacteristic embarrassment. Out there at the Breach. You kept goin' when others, human or Jaeger, woulda given up. They call you the hero of the war… an' at first I was a tad jealous, y'know? But you deserve it. You did real good out there.

She cocked her Conn Pod to one side. Is that a compliment? From you?

Don't get snarky with me, little sheila, he retorted. I can always take it back.

Can… but will you? She let her gaze return to the sunset. I never thanked you for your help… for stopping Scunner and Raiju, even though it meant sacrificing yourself. I… I thought I'd never get the chance to before. But now… thank you.

You're welcome. Least I could do. Owed you for savin' me from Otachi an' Leatherback.

She hesitated, then reached out to rest her hand on his. I missed you.

Striker turned to regard her, his engines rumbling softly. Then he slid his hand out from under her hand and placed it atop hers. Missed you too, Gip. You ain't half-bad for a Mark III.

And you're not so bad for a Mark V.

Hey… His scolding tone faded into a chuckle, and he squeezed her hand. Now comes the hard part.

Hard part?

Explainin' to our Rangers that we like each other.

She shrugged. Mako will be okay with it. Hercules too, I think. Chuck and Raleigh… I'll try to keep Raleigh from beating on your brother TOO much.

Same here. I got a feelin' this is gonna make things REAL interestin' in the Shatterdome…