"So…all of us made from Kaiju snot and Dr. Geizler technology?" Cherno gazed incredulously up at the Marshal as he finished his tale. It was now late in the evening, and the jaegers had grown tired of staring hatefully at the tire tracks left in the yard by General Brigg's entourage and decided to retire to the sitting room to hear Pentecost out.
"Wait a minute," Gipsy Danger grabbed at the red streaks poking out of her messy ponytail, playing with them nervously as she sat on the hardwood floor next to Cherno, "if we were formed out of precursor stuff, does that mean we're KAIJU?!" This prompted a horrified uproar to start out amongst her friends (and Striker.)
A sight escaped his lips as Pentecost held up his hands, trying to calm them down, "though your DNA is slightly different from a normal human's, that does NOT mean you're kaiju, SO STOP ACTING LIKE ONE! GIPSY DANGER!"
The female jaeger stopped snarling and gnawing at Crimson's arm long enough to shoot an apologetic up at him. "Er-sorry, Marshal."
"So, that explains us, but what about all those other jaegers?' Striker crossed his arms from his place on the couch, grimacing at the pain still plaguing his bandaged leg. "How did they become human, huh? Explain that."
"Dr. Geizler disappeared that night," Pentecost replied, "and he covered his tracks well. My people haven't been able to find him since. Though his technology did make one more appearance at the Kaiju War Museum in L.A, where Coyote Tango's conn pod was being restored for display. Luckily we managed to retrieve him before anyone outside the PPDC caught wind of these incidents. Well, almost. The OJRP, Organic Jaeger Research Program, was formed shortly after we were forced to tell the United Nations. As for their jaegers, I don't know how they got them, as most of them were destroyed in combat and condemned to Oblivion Bay, their pilots all dead."
"Wow…that's kinda sad," Gipsy whispered, fingering Yancy's dog tags that hung around her neck.
"It doesn't excuse them for taking Coyote," beside her, Crimson clenched his fists, voice cold as ice. "They know he's too weak to fight back, so they can do whatever they want to him. That's the whole point, isn't it, Marshal? It doesn't matter whether they're being legally funded or not, they just want split us open to see what makes us tick. We were made by technology far superior then anything humans can come up with. I bet they want to harness it, and the only way to do so is through us. Correct?"
The Marshal stood up, straightening his suit, dark eyes locked with Crimson's smoldering ones. "…that is a possibility."
"Maybe that's why they took Coyote," Striker hissed, face contorted in anger, "he's malfunctioning so no one wants him except us. They can do whatever they want to him and no one will care."
"We care," Cherno growled as he bashed his fists together. "Let us go now to evil General's base and introduce him to jaeger way of BLOOD and PAIN!"
"YEAH! IM GONNA PUNCH THAT GENERAL! WITH MY FACE!" Gipsy whooped, hopping to her feet.
"Not so fast," the Marshal grabbed her shoulder, "none of you would make it past the front door of their base. Let me fix that."
"How?" The three jaegers asked simultaneously.
"With training," he motioned out the window towards the white-washed garage. 'All right, jaegers, let's get down to business!"
"TO DEFEAT! THE HUNS!" Cherno sang out excitedly as he grabbed both Crimson and Gipsy and began charging down the hall towards the back door.
"What are Huns?" Crimson yelled as he was bounced along.
"DON'T KNOW!" The Russian jaeger replied happily, a huge grin plastered across his face as he ran towards the garage, eager to get to work.
Sometime during the month and a half of staying in the house, the Marshal had found the time to renovate the two-car garage into a type of training room. A thick mat covered the floor, while various training gear and weapons sat on racks that lined the dark brown, wooden walls.
The jaegers now stood in front of the closed garage door, all in exercise clothes, all except Striker, who sulked on a pile of pillows next to the washing machine, stroking Cherno's puppy as it snoozed on his lap. He had protested to the Marshal that he could still fight on one leg, but the man wouldn't have it, much to the Aussie's anger. He was supposed to be the best out of all of them, yet he was the one who got injured, who was now forced to sit on the sidelines and watch his friends (and Gipsy) have all the fun.
Idly he watched Gipsy bounce giddily around, noting the black sweats and tight blue tank top that she wore. He had to admit that her figure wasn't the most feminine, her small body choosing muscle over curve, but still he happened to find something about it quite appealing….
His face reddened when she caught him staring. Giving an angry huff, he burrowed his face into Puppy's fluffy brown fur in an attempt to hide his blush.
"Settle down, Jaegers," Pentecost commanded as he entered through the back door leading out to the yard, clothed in grey sweats and a white tank top. He gave an approving grunt as Gipsy, Crimson, and Cherno filed to attention. "Good, I see that you're learning. Now, I know what happened today was shocking. I understand the feelings of grief and anger you have, and I even share them. But now is not the time to get our judgment clouded. For if we are to beat this new foe, it is to be with a clear head," he held up his fist, clenching it, "and mastery over our strength. "
'Now," he grabbed four Bo staffs off the far wall and tossed three of them to the jaegers. "Come at me. "
The three of them exchanged glances, then charged.
"Gipsy, learn to keep your guard up," WHACK!
"Cherno, your fists are useless if you can't stand," SMACK!
"STEALTH ATAAAAAAAAACK!"
"Crimson, do not yell your moves before you perform them." WHACKY-SMACKITY
Groaning in pain, the Chinese jaeger collapsed in defeat to the mat, where he lay dejectedly until Puppy waddled over and peed in his ear.
The training session instantly ceased.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEW!"
"Agh! That mutt is NOT sitting on me, ever again!"
"GOOD PUPPY! I TRAIN YOU WELL!"
Crimson merely sobbed into the floor.
Pentecost facepalmed. This training was going to take a loooooooong time.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Apologies that this wasn't the best chapter. It was kinda long so I had to split it in half, so it's basically the lead in for next chapter. Thank you anyway for reading, and SUPER AWESOME SPECIAL THANKS to Solar Prophet, Guest33, Bladeninja, the twin guests, OrangeflowerOJ, Knightphoenix2, Xahraxs, Beast King, Catmaz, Prophet21, ShepardisaBOSS, and the lovely Tel Nok Shock, you guys deserve violent internet hugs for putting up with this story. XP
ALSO, this story is halfway done, and if anyone wants to suggest anything, like a ship or something. Feel free to. Thank you. And as always: read, review, enjoy. :3