It was like plunging into an ocean of metal. Steel plates gnashed together as the roar of a cannon ripped past his ears, swirling everything together until it merged into a huge molten mess.

His core pulsed with strength, he could feel every rotor turn, every charge of electricity through his circuits. He could feel the two hearts beating in his conn pod, one beating faster while the other one slowly started to give out.

Coyote's eyes snapped open, staring up at the white plaster ceiling. It took him a few seconds to realize that he was human. Taking a few slow breaths to calm himself down, he pulled himself up, running a hand through his wild brown hair as he looked around the room.

Someone had opened the window next to his hospital bed, allowing a warm summer breeze to ruffle the white lace curtains. The morning sun poured into the soft yellow room, shining onto the various medical equipment he was hooked up to.

It had been a week since they moved in, and he still wasn't getting used to…well, anything, really. He fumbled at the wires connected to his body, trying unsuccessfully to take them off, instead getting his fingers tangled up in them. He let out a sad sigh, sitting there helplessly.

The doctors had said it was a flaw in his design. His original body had a leaking core, and somehow it transferred over into something more organic. In short, he had a bad heart and his immune system was at an all-time low. He didn't like being sick, it made him tired and weak and unable to do anything right, it seemed.

Guess all he could do now was wait for one of his fellow jaegers to come up with his breakfast and untangle him. Speaking of which, where were they? Someone should have arrived by now….

Heavy stomping on the floorboards, he looked towards the open doorway just in time to see a flash of green striped pajamas run by. Cherno.

"NYET! NYET! NYET!"

"After him!" Striker came next, sprinting at full speed in a pair of grey boxers with the Eureka logo on the butt, "IF WE HAVE TO DO IT, YOU HAVE TO DO IT TOO!"

"Cherno, wait! It's not that bad! " Then Gipsy ran by, hair a tangled mess, her fluffy blue bathrobe flapping around her.

Coyote could only stare in mute confusion as Crimson came huffing up, leaning against the door frame in a white tank top and red pajama pants. "You…*haff* …you guys keep on him….I've been chasing him all morning *haff*…so I'm just gonna take a break…." Looking up, he spotted Coyote. "CRAP! We forgot all about you!"

"Its….it's okay, " He smiled in relief as Crimson began untangling him, "y-y-you….you look like you have your h-h-hands full."

As if in response, a war cry from Gipsy came from down the hall, "CHERNO I'M GOING TO GET YOU!"

CRASH!

"DARNNIT, I MISSED!"

Crimson cringed slightly, " this morning, Marshal Pentecost tried to teach us the ancient art of 'toast making'. I did pretty good, being a master at learning," he tried to hide his victorious smile, 'but Cherno…."

"W-w-what did he do?"

"He kinda set fire to the kitchen."

"Oh."

"Yeah, we got pretty dirty cleaning it up, so the Marshal ordered us all to take showers or else we wouldn't get any breakfast. Cherno doesn't want to take a shower because that would mean taking off his hat, but as you can see…the rest of really want to eat, so that's why we're chasing him. "
Before Coyote could say anything else Cherno burst into the room, scrunching his muscular bulk into the far corner and raising his fists with a growl.

Striker dragged himself through the doorway, sporting a fresh black eye. "Next time, Gipsy, YOU be the one to try and wrestle him!"

"But I like seeing you get punched in the face!"

"Shuddup!"

Crimson let out a sigh, "guess it's up to the Master. " He slowly began to approach Cherno, hands raised in what looked like to be thundercloud formation. He let fly with his right, but the Russian caught his fist. He let fly with his left, and Cherno grabbed that one too.

Suddenly a third hand appeared, reaching up and napping the hat off the top of his head, revealing an unruly shock of pale blonde hair. Crimson proceeded to throw it to Coyote, letting out a victorious woop before getting punched in the face.

Coyote clutched the warm hat to his chest, out of the corner of his eye catching an odd piece of stitching inside of it. Something in Russian with a whole bunch of hearts next to it, "Ch-ch-cherno now that I have your hat, c-c-could you please take a shower so we can eat?"

"Yeah," Gipsy piped in, "you'll get it back right after. Promise."

"Okay…just…keep hat safe please, Coyote comrade." Blushing at the uncovering of his hair, Cherno could only nod before hastily running out of the room, leaving everyone else to sigh in relief.

Breakfast was eggs and pancakes. The jaegers dug in happily, yet slightly awkwardly as they still didn't know how to properly use dining utensils yet.

"Once Cherno is out of the shower, I will talk to him about his temper. Punching things while he was a jaeger was one thing, but you are not kaiju. Therefore his behavior was unacceptable. " Marshal Pentecost frowned at the bruises covering Striker, Crimson, and Gipsy's face.

"Oh, this?" Gipsy pointed to the purple lump on her forehead, a slab of pancake sticking out of her mouth, "I actually got this while chasing the big guy around your room. I kinda accidentally tackled your lamp….and broke it….with my face…"

His expression was of pure exasperation, "coordination skills, I will add that to the training regimen. Remember, I only have a few months to get the lot of you into shape. If I can convince my superiors that you can function in everyday society, then perhaps they will view you not as freak accidents to be auctioned off to your respective countries."

"So, the rumors are true? They DO want to dissect us?!" Crimson paled as Gipsy spat out her pancake and Striker choked on his orange juice. Coyote just shrunk into his sweatshirt more, eyes terrified.

Pentecost's eyes softened slightly, yet his voice remained firm. "No one is getting dissected, as long as no other accidents like this occur. "

The stairs creaked as Cherno stomped down into the kitchen, pajamas soaked with shower water, hair slightly singed.

"Cherno Alpha?" Pentecost frowned.

"Might of accidentally set fire to bathroom, too…."

The Marshal put a hand to his face as the jaegers around him began giggling. This was going to be a long day.

((Well, there you have it, end of chapter three! By the way, thanks to Tel nok shock, The Winged Pyro, aussieKayz, bladewolfzic, Xahraxs, Kyranus, Prophet21, and that guest for the review on the last chapter. You guys made me squee with happiness. Again, reviews are much appreciated. Have any ideas or suggestions? Want to see some older jaegers in this? feel free to tell me. :3 ))