So, hello everyone... *dodges things thrown at me* ok, ok, I'm sorry I left you all on a haitus here. I kinda lost interest (coupled with my roomate's dislike for sci-fi) and I got sidetracked with some other stories. I'm sorry about that. I will finish this one...but it will take time to do so. So, this chapter is basically about the other Jaegers (mainly Coyote, Crimson, Tacit and Cherno) and has Romani mentioned only by name. There's not that much action and it's a filler chapter because I'm running on fumes really...

I don't own anything in here...except for Romani, his siblings and any unrecognizable name from Pacific Rim and Godzilla (2014).

Chapter 9

"Wha' in the world are y' two doin' in 'ere?!" Chuck Hansen growled, crossing his arms as Sylph and Angel stood, looking guiltily up at their uncle.

"We were just…looking for the restroom. Not sneaking around trying to figure out what the heck is going on…" Angel stammered, making Sylph facepalm.

"Tact, sis, tact," Sylph growled before walking towards her uncle, "Uncle Chuck…I know this looks bad…"

"Yeah, y' got that right," Chuck snorted, "C'mon, girls, I'm not stupid. Y' want to know the truth…don't ya,"

"Wait, so I'm right?" Angel asked, "There's some sort of family secret?"

"A…big…one," Chuck mumbled, "C'mon, follow me,"

The two girls followed their uncle through the building, looking around in shock as what looked to be preparation for a war seemed to be going on.

"Nyet! It goes over here, Striker!" a deep, male voice with a heavy Russian accent snapped.

"No, ya crazy Russian, it goes here!" a very familiar male voice growled back.

"Want to try and be proving me wrong?" the first voice growled as the two speakers, a seven foot blond man and a slightly shorter, copper haired man, came into view.

"Oh, bring it Cherno!" the copper haired man snapped, rushing the blonde and bouncing off the blond's broad chest.

"You finish yet, Striker?" the blond, Cherno, asked, crossing his arms, "Be giving up?"

"Not bloody likely!" the brunet, Striker, snarled, silver armor flashing over his frame as he slammed into the Russian again.

Cherno budged maybe two inches before giving a wicked grin.

"Da! Was good try," Cherno hummed, "Now is my turn,"

Striker immediately tried to get away from Cherno…only for the Russian to grab the smaller man's arms and throw him, armor and all, across the room right at Chuck, Sylph and Angel's feet, groaning.

"Havin' fun there Striker?" Chuck smirked.

"Ah, shuddup ol' man," Striker hissed, pushing himself up to his feet, "Cherno's just bein' a big bully!"

"Says weakling!" Cherno shot back before turning towards the engine that they were arguing about and picking it up as if it were nothing.

"So, wha's the…" Striker froze, staring at the two girls standing next to Chuck, "Sylph…Ange…"

Sylph stared at the man, blinking in shock, but for once, she was completely speechless. Angel blinked rapidly, reaching out to touch Striker's cheek, feeling its warmth.

"…Dad?" she breathed.

Striker gave a sheepish smile, his golden eyes sparkling sadly.

"Yeah, Ange…it's me,"

Angel and Sylph both gave shrieks and nearly tackled their father, crying heavily.

"You're alive," Sylph sniffled, "Mani said you were dead…he…he lied!?"

"No," Striker sighed, "Your brother didn't lie to ya, girls…"

He released the girls as he looked up, smiling.

"There's another thing that I need to tell ya both," he told them, "Look behind you,"

The girls released their father and looked behind them…just to see a woman in gunmetal blue armor and black and red streaked hair. Her visor and armor melted away, revealing bright golden eyes and a Gipsy Danger shirt and jeans.

The three women stared at each other for a couple seconds before the formerly armored woman gave a cry of joy and raced forwards at inhuman speed, hugging the two girls.

"My babies are all grown up," Gipsy sobbed, burying her head into her daughters' shoulders, "Angel, Sylph…I've missed you so much,"

The girls started crying once again as they hugged their once dead mother.

"We've missed you too, Mom,"

Meanwhile, the little family of Jaegers were being watched by the other Jaegers in the building.

"Should we bother them?" Crimson asked, watching as the family reunited.

"Nyet, let them be reunited with each other," Cherno said, "We have bigger of the problems,"

"How is reuniting family a big problem?" Coyote asked.

"Because, comrade, Gipsy and Striker need to be explaining themselves to the girls," Cherno told him, "is not going to be pleasant when they find out truth of their family,"

"According to you guys, Romani handled it well enough," Crimson started, shrugging and all three of his hands splaying out.

"These are girls, Crimson," Tacit snorted as she walked up, "to tell you the truth…girls tend to overreact,"

"But you're a girl…" Crimson sputtered only for Tacit to smack him upside the head with the flat of her katana, "Ow! Tacit, that was uncalled fo…oh…I get it,"

Tacit gave him a sweet smile which didn't do much to reassure the red Jaeger and turned towards her husband.

"Let's go and scout out these so called 'humanists' and see why they're so bent on capturing us," she said, resheathing her blades.

"But what about the Kaiju?" Coyote asked.

"Let the humans handle it," Tacit stated coldly as she held her arm, "They obviously don't need us,"

"Cherno, was it really necessary to bring the big gun?" Tacit deadpanned.

"Let me be thinking on that…" the Russian hummed before shouldering his prized invention with ease, "Da. If something comes around then I make sure it not going to hurt us. And is not called 'big gun', Tacit. He is called Molniya,"

Cherno kept breaking guns whenever he fired them due to his brute strength…even when he was completely human it was hard to find one that he wouldn't be able to break easy. So, the Russian made a gun. He nearly lost an eye a couple times and earned himself some impressive scars by the time he was done, but just a few years prior to Gipsy's 'death' he'd finished his masterpiece that he called Molniya, or 'Lightning'. Crimson often teased him that he based it off an anti-tank cannon from an anime that Mei had showed him and he in turn showed Cherno. Cherno denied it, but it was strikingly similar. The 30 mm, single-shot breech cannon weighed 120 lb. unloaded, and was nearly six feet long in total…

And Cherno carried it slung over his back like a quiver for a bow as if it weighed not even five pounds.

"Who knew that such a peace-loving man loved big guns even more," Coyote muttered to Crimson, who tried really hard not to laugh as Cherno held the gun out of Tacit's reach.

"Cherno, leave the gun!" Tacit snapped, leaping upwards and trying to grab the weapon, only for Cherno to hold her down with one of his massive hands.

"Tacit, remember how spar between you and me ended up last time?" Cherno grinned.

"You got tangled up too!" Tacit snarled.

"Can you guys stop fighting?" Crimson asked, jerking his head towards the wooded area, "We've got a job to work on,"

"Crimson's right," Coyote told Tacit, putting a hand on her shoulder, "The sooner we get going, the sooner we can get back to the base and Cherno can put up his cannon,"

"Gun," Cherno growled, "Am not having argument with Crimson about television show and Molniya again,"

"I wasn't going to say anything," Crimson mumbled, "This time…"

"Will you guys just stop?!" Coyote finally yelled, "We…"

"FREEZE!" a voice shouted as the click of multiple firearms getting leveled at the four Jaegers sounded off.

"Cherno, I swear if you say it, I'll poke you," Tacit hissed, hands on her katanas.

"Ya zhe vam govoril," Cherno grinned smugly…

And Tacit immediately whipped out her blades, poking him in the foot, making Cherno gasp in indignity while the soldiers surrounding them lifted their weapons higher.

"Don't shoot!" Coyote shouted, hands raised, "We didn't come here for a fight!"

"Explain your arms then," a clean-shaven man ordered, his green eyes narrowed as he held his hand in a 'ready' position.

"This guy's the squad leader…" Coyote thought, "He brings down that hand, they'll open fire and if that happens…we'll have one angry Russian Jaeger,"

"Considering my wife has a thing for sharp pointy objects and my Russian friend here has a passion for big guns," Coyote deadpanned, "We were hiking to find a place where they wouldn't accidently kill anyone as they practiced swordsmanship and target practice,"

"Likely story," the leader scoffed, "But, since you haven't fired on us yet…we won't kill you. At least…not at the moment,"

"That's sure friendly," Crimson muttered, just for Coyote to stomp on his foot, "Ow!"

"Hush," he ordered before turning back towards the leader, "Well…then we'll just go then…thanks for not killing us…"

"Now hold on there," the leader grinned, "I said we wouldn't kill you…I never said you could leave,"

He snapped his fingers.

"Take 'em to the General,"

The guards surrounded the four Jaegers, grabbing them…well, they tried with Cherno, who gave a low, threatening growl as they touched him.

"Cherno…" Coyote growled over their internal comm., "Don't expose us. You either Roni,"

The two Jaegers glared at Coyote, almost offended…but they knew he had a point. They were going into the heart of the enemy base…

But how they would get out was something they didn't know.

So, next time we might get to see a bit of Romani...or we might continue on with the foursome (and Cherno gets to mess around with a tank). Maybe have some time with the humanized Kaiju...don't know quite yet. Send me some ideas so that I can actually get another chapter out! Also...can anyone guess what show I'm referencing with Cherno's gun?

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.