Once More Unto the Breach Chapter 1: Prologue: Resurgence, a pacific rim fanfic

December 28th, 2035

Seattle, Washington, U.S.A

The towering hulk of the defunct Seattle Shatterdome loomed over the newly built coastal entertainment district bordering Elliott Bay. A construct of steel and concrete rising over even some of the lesser skyscrapers further inland, the site had once been a staging ground for the Pan Pacific Defense Corps to deploy its Jaegers from the forty-fifth parallel to just below the sixtieth.

Despite the apparent attempts to restore the building – scaffolding and tarps cluttering the outside as well as a general din of construction overwhelming the usual sounds of the harbor – the years had clearly not been kind to it. Most glaringly, the entire western wall was seemingly being rebuilt from scratch. The Shatterdome had, no doubt, seen better days.

To twelve-year-old Spencer Turco, however, it was just about the perfect birthday gift. Not even the 11 hours of travel time with layovers could dampen his mood as the family's taxi pulled up to the curb outside. With a 'whoop', he bolted out of the car and bounded up the stairs, much to the amusement of his parents. "Hold on, Spence! We still have to pay the nice driver. The Jaegers aren't going to get up and start walking any time soon!"

"Hurry up then! Come on, come on, come on!" Spencer shouted back, hopping from one foot to the other at the top of the large staircase. His father laughed loudly as he handed the driver a few bills from his wallet. Meanwhile, his mother was giving him 'the look' which almost immediately made him stop shouting as he tried his best to stand still (though it wasn't very successful, considering he was still practically vibrating with excitement). Finally, his parents ascended the stairs, and he led them into the front gates at a brisk jog. They'd not even gotten past the ticket kiosk, but Spencer's awe had already hit dangerous levels. As he stood in the entrance, staring up at the ceiling, nearly three hundred feet above him. "Holy crap!"

"Language, Spencer," his mother chided. Spencer brushed her off as usual and dragged his parents to the surprisingly short line at the ticket booth. Abruptly, he felt a slight pang of guilt as his father handed over even more money to the man in the kiosk. He'd never seen his parents spend as much as they already had on this trip. That nugget of guilt disappeared quickly when the family stepped through the turnstiles and into the former main hangar.

It was simply magnificent.

Almost every inch of the former battle deck was covered in exhibits. Hanging from the ceiling were reconstructed Kaiju skeletons and actual, decommissioned V-50 Jumphawks. Screens were everywhere, displaying info, projecting holograms, or replaying old clips of Jaegers in combat. Spencer spun in place, trying to see as much as possible, nearly tripping over the edge of a standee displaying an old PPDC poster, but his mother grabbed him by the elbow and held him steady. "This way, pumpkin."

"But mom, wait! I wanna see the Brutalizer exhibit!" He protested. His mother, again, shot him a look that shut him up and began leading him over toward where his father and another woman were standing. As he got closer, the woman looked over and smiled.

"Hey there, Spencer! My name is Kailey, I'm your tour guide for today." Spencer returned her smile, albeit shyly and joined his father. He hadn't been expecting a guided tour, but perhaps it was the right call. Based on how easily he'd gotten sidetracked in just the entryway, Spencer could see the need for a bit of direction. "Once the rest of our group arrives, we'll get underway. I think they might even let us into the Control Room by ourselves since we've got the birthday boy on our side."

Despite her faux conspiratorial tone, the thought of getting a somewhat private look into the LOCCENT Mission Control room was enough to make him nod along eagerly. Although, just as quickly, the waiting for the rest of the group proved a difficult endurance test. It couldn't have taken more than ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity to Spencer. A large and loud part of him wanted to say screw the tour and just run off to see the exhibits himself, but that would be a slap to the face of his parents, who went out of their way to plan a whole vacation for him. 'Patience is a virtue. That's what Gramps always said, Spencer. You lasted the entire stupid plane ride, you can wait a little longer,' he assured himself.

Finally, the final few people trickled in and joined the group. Most of them appeared to be kids with their parents, just like him. A few even seemed to be around his age. One of them, a girl with brown hair put up in pigtails, even waved at him, causing him to direct his attention to a nearby exhibit – only to immediately become engrossed in the details behind day-to-day operations of a Shatterdome mechanic. "Looks like we're all here. Let's get going, shall we?

"The first exhibit we'll be stopping by is the history of the Seattle Shatterdome itself. Constructed in 2018, it was – and stands to be – the last Shatterdome constructed during the war. While Seattle has played host to a fair few Jaegers in the final years of the war, none are as famous as Gipsy Danger and Romeo Blue, both of which spent time in this very hangar."

"I thought Gipsy was in Alaska?" Spencer's father whispered, leaning down so as to not interrupt the guide. Spencer grinned at the chance to flex his knowledge and leaned closer.

"Gipsy was moved to Alaska in early 2019. Romeo even moved there briefly when Seattle was undergoing repairs from Hydra's attack." Spencer's father grinned and gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Maybe you should be leading this tour, eh?" Spencer snorted but tuned back in as the guide finished relaying all of the information he already knew from his research into the war.

"Once Romeo Blue fell and Goliath heavily damaged the Shatterdome, the PPDC moved out, diverting resources to the Los Angeles and Alaska Shatterdomes. For a few years, this building served as little more than a storage facility. When the Breach was sealed, it changed hands several times; one person wanted to make it an indoor skydiving arena, if you can imagine. However, in 2029 it was purchased by the Smithsonian Institute with the intention of turning it into the first Kaiju War Museum," Kailey explained, gesturing to several screens, one showing a massive Kaiju and another showing the recovered remains of the once great Mark-I Jaeger. Spencer frowned and stepped closer to the screen. 'Man, the whole Conn-Pod is crushed. That's gotta be a terrifying way to die.'

"Come on, Spence." He jolted and whipped his head up to see his dad waving him forward as the group moved on. Giving the image of the ruined Jaeger one last look, he rushed up to join his parents near the back of the group. The next exhibit was all about the Rangers that had manned Romeo Blue. A small memorial had been set up at the center, picturing two grinning men who could only have been twins; they looked so similar. 'The Gage brothers. Those guys are legends. Second successful Kaiju kill basically the poster childs of the program. Gipsy might have been the first to fall, but Romeo hurt public perception so much more.'

"This next exhibit details the process behind the Neural Handshake. A modern marvel of science akin to stepping foot on the surface of the moon! At first, a Jaeger was only designed for one pilot, but it quickly became apparent that the mental overload of the Drift was too much for one single mind, so a two-pilot system was developed. This exhibit is a bit more interactive than the last, so please spend a few moments trying out the equipment!" That was all the invitation Spencer needed, and he rushed over to the nearest console.

"Oi, Spence!" His father called after a few moments, pulling him out of his reading from the multiple display screens. His parents were off to the side, standing at a machine with a bright neon sign that said "Test Your Drift Compatibility" in blocky letters. Spencer rolled his eyes but did make his way over.

"It's not a real Drift machine, Dad." His father huffed and waved a hand through the air.

"Humor your old man for a bit." Spencer was sure to make a show of being reluctant as if the whole ordeal was a massive hassle, to which his father narrowed his eyes and smacked him on the shoulder. The machine looked to be pretty simple in concept. Two people just placed their hands on the hand-shaped pads and a 'Drift Score' would pop up on the screen. The screen flashed blue for a brief moment before it was overtaken by their score, to which his father whistled appreciatively. "Ninety-eight percent Drift compatible? What say you and me head on down to Oblivion Bay and jack ourselves a Jaeger?"

"I'm down if you are," Spencer shot back, laughing lightly. Looking back around at the group, he saw the tour guide showing off a diagram of the inner workings of a Conn-Pod and eagerly joined the crowd.

"All Conn-Pods are different cosmetically, but they almost all have the same inside components. Starting with the viewports, many Mark Is, IIs, and IIIs had actual glass serving as their eyes before the Mark IVs introduced a fully digital view of the outside world. Each had their Pros and Cons, many Rangers of the first three generations found digital far too overstimulating and refused to work with them, while Mark IV Rangers came to rely on their instruments instead of their eyes, which was very convenient in low-visibility fights."

"Also let Leatherback fry Striker Eureka's systems with its EMP," Spencer mumbled to himself as he examined a hologram of the Weapons System Console. With a grin, his eyes poured over the information flashing across the simulated screen, even though he only understood a fraction of what was being displayed. When the machine brought up a picture of Romeo Blue's Gatling Chest when his father spoke up from over his shoulder.

"Holy cow, look at the size of those barrels! Makes the sixteen-inch guns I'm used to look like pea shooters," he exclaimed. Spencer rolled his eyes and flicked the screen to bring up the next of Romeo's admittedly impressive arsenal.

"Kaiju are a lot bigger than other boats, Dad. Half the time it took multiple shots to break their skin even with the massive guns. Even that usually wasn't enough to take them down."

"Oh trust me, I know. I remember the early days when we'd pepper the damn things with everything we had and it didn't even slow them down. Then the Jaegers come 'round and take our jobs," his father said with a faux-regretful tone. Spencer snickered and moved over to the next station, while his father stayed and continued studying the hologram.

His eyes lit up when he found himself at a recreation of an interactive console and he reached out to tap one of the controls when another hand entered his field of view. He quickly retracted and glanced up to see the girl who had waved at him early, also seemingly startled at the sudden appearance of another person. The girl recovered quicker and smiled at him. "Go ahead, you were here first."

"No, it's fine. I think the group's about to move along anyway," Spencer replied shyly, gesturing at the tour guide herding everyone toward the next exhibit. The girl took one last look at the console and grinned wildly, lashing out and pressing the largest button – the coolant release button if Spencer recognized it right. Not pausing to see what the button did, she turned and held out a hand in his direction.

"My name's Sarah! I heard you talking to your dad earlier, you really know a lot about this stuff, don't you?"

"I'm Spencer, and yeah I guess I do. I've always been interested in the war," Spencer replied, hesitantly taking the girl's hand and shaking.

"I can see why, this whole museum is amazing. My older brother is here for an assignment from work and brought me along." Spencer cocked his head and frowned.

"What kinda work sends their employees to Jaeger museums?"

"The Smithsonian kind," Sarah said, huffing out a laugh. Spencer hummed appreciatively and turned back briefly to see what the rest of the tour group was currently viewing. When his brain caught up, he choked on a gasp and surged forward, Sarah close behind sending a quizzical look in his direction.

"Holy shit! This is one of Goliath's claws! I thought the entire body had been poached," he exclaimed softly, staring in awe at the massive talon, nearly twice the size of his father and as thick as a tree trunk. Beside him, Sarah whistled and reached out to touch it, which briefly gave Spencer a heart attack before he noticed several other members of the group doing the same. 'I guess this isn't like a normal museum… or maybe everyone is just breaking the rules.' Hesitantly, he raised his arm and began running his hand along the rough surface. Aloud, he said: "Man, it's no wonder Romeo Blue's armor was shredded by this guy."

"I don't know how they did it. Getting in a giant robot and fighting monsters knowing they could crush you like a bug outside of it. Rangers must've had massive balls." Again, Spencer found himself choking on air, though this time it was due to laughter instead of shock. The two broke out into loud laughter that caused Spencer's parents and a man, who could have only been Sarah's older brother based on his facial features, to look over at them. It took a moment, and the journey to a new exhibit, for them to calm back down, though not fully by choice.

"Jesus," Spencer murmured as he glanced around at the very graphic images being displayed on holograms and screens of shriveled lungs and human beings with skin dyed a bright luminescent blue.

"Kaiju Blue," Sarah said in a hushed whisper. Spencer glanced over and saw a pained look on her face, which she quickly schooled before speaking steadily. "My grandpa died from Kaiju Blue poisoning a few years after Yamarashi attacked L.A. a bit before my time, but still…"

"I'm sorry," Spencer replied after she'd trailed off. A few clipped sentences from their tour guide later – it seemed the subject of Kaiju Blue hit home for a lot of people – and they were moving on. The next few exhibits passed without much comment from his new friend, nor a single one from his parents who had stayed near the back of the group watching the two of them with smiles on their faces, though Spencer still found himself engrossed in the litany of subject matter conveyed and all the new information he was absorbing.

"Okay, folks, here we've reached the halfway point of our tour, and by far my favorite," Kailey said slyly. She said nothing more as she slipped through a thick black curtain, leaving it partially open for the rest of the group to follow. For some reason, despite there being only a dozen or so people in the tour group, it took a substantial amount of time for Spencer and Sarah – who were held up at the very end of the line – to make it through, with each person seemingly coming to a stop on the other side. Once it was Sarah's turn, she walked through and Spencer heard an audible gasp before a hand reached back, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him through the curtain. Any protest died in his throat as his jaw dropped.

Standing at the very edge of the hanger, right near the bay doors, stood Romeo Blue itself. In stark contrast to the rest of the museum, it was clear very little had been done to restore the Jaeger. One of its arms was severed at the elbow, its signature massive dorsal fin had been broken in half, and claw and acid marks were clearly visible all over the mech's armor. Most glaring was the fact that the Conn-Pod had been completely removed – out of respect for the Gage brothers who had died inside of it Spencer assumed.

"As you can tell, Romeo Blue has seen much better days. Unfortunately, we have only recently been able to acquire it from a private buyer for display. There has also been significant pushback from the Historical Society, who say the Jaegers should be restored minimally for remembrance and as a tribute to the brave Rangers who piloted them."

"Not only that, but we don't want these marvels to turn into Theseus' ship, now do we?" A new voice interjected softly, making both Sarah and Spencer jump. Standing just over their shoulders was Sarah's brother, his eyes latched onto the timeworn hulk. Sarah frowned and cocked her head to one side quizzically.

"What the heck does that mean, Zach?" she asked. Zach shrugged, his entire demeanor coming off as impassive. He thought for a moment before replying.

"It's an old thought experiment. Say we fixed up every single one once they started to fall apart. A bolt falls out, you get a shiny new one, a bit of wiring starts to fray and you replace it. At what point does the Jaeger stop becoming Romeo Blue and start becoming something new? Ceasing to exist in its original form?" Spencer frowned.

"But if we let them just fall apart without fixing them, wouldn't Romeo Blue cease to exist eventually anyway?" Zach smiled lightly and patted the boy on the back.

"Therein lies the basis of the current argument." Sarah sent him an apologetic look and shoved her brother away.

"Go be weird and philosophical somewhere else!" Zach laughed and held up his hands in mock surrender, which made Spencer smile. When he'd, surprisingly, sauntered over to Spencer's parents, Sarah groaned aloud and got an embarrassed expression on her face. "Sorry, he's always like that. It's infuriating and over the top. I swear he was dropped on his head a few too many times."

"It's fine," Spencer said, chuckling. The two of them gave Romeo Blue one last longing, awe-filled look before the group began moving towards their next stop. Right as they stepped through a pair of double doors into a dim hallway, Sarah glanced back over her shoulder and frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just… kinda creepy that thing looks so human but doesn't have a head anymore." A part of Spencer couldn't help but agree, but that was more due to the fact that he knew exactly how the Jaeger no longer had its "head". There was no video of its defeat, but the declassified files available on the internet were… descriptive. 'I can't imagine what that would have been like for the Gages. Having one of your arms ripped off and being dead before they could probably even recognize it.' Spencer grimaced and tried his best to push away the grisly images his mind conjured up.

Luckily, all those nasty manifestations fled as his brain tried to catch up with his shock as he stepped into the Seattle Shatterdome's LOCCENT Mission Control. Most of the instruments were covered in thick layers of protective glass and there had obviously been repairs and remodels after ten years of abandonment. Through the front viewport, Spencer could see the mostly empty hanger – Romeo Blue must've been just out of sight – and a large patch of gray clouds overcast in the sky. Tearing his eyes away from the view only LOCCENT techs had seen before, he scanned every button, console, and hologram readout he could. Beside him, Sarah fiddled with a tablet the tour guide had handed out, which served as a remote control console for the actual equipment – which Spencer assumed was a preservation provision.

"Oi, Spence. What's this here?" Spencer turned at his father's voice and found his parents standing at the very front of the room near the largest console of them all. He walked over in a daze and reached out to touch the glass.

"This is the brain of LOCCENT! It's where almost all the information goes through," Spencer chimed, rushing to sit in the wheeled office chair sitting before the console. He spun around once before leaning over the glass-covered instruments. "This is where the J-Tech Chief would serve as eyes and ears for Rangers. Give them updates on the Kaiju or anything else they themselves didn't get transmitted."

"So outside of Ranger, this is the best place to be for a Jaeger Fly?" Sarah asked cheekily as she leaned against the glass. Spencer rolled his eyes at her but quickly returned his attention to the simulated displays and readouts. 'She's right about one thing. If anything, this is the position I'd shoot for. Tracking Kaiju, coordinating multiple Jaegers, making sure they all stay in alignment. Never a dull moment!' No sooner had the thought crossed his mind when all of the instruments suddenly went red and a loud, high-pitched beep started coming from the console.

"Oh jeez, what'd you break, Sarah?" Zach asked, appearing just as suddenly as he had earlier. Sarah huffed and whirled around to glare at him.

"I didn't touch anything!" Spencer studied the displays as the sound of footsteps conjugating on them reached his ears. Finally, something connected in his mind and he whooped aloud.

"This is the Miracle Mile fail-safe alarm! It's the last safety against Kaiju sneaking past Jaegers and getting closer to populated areas," he explained to the – now much larger – crowd around him. Sarah looked skeptical and leaned closer, trying to make sense of the readouts.

"Why the heck's it going off then?"

"The brochure said something about a real Kaiju drill," Spencer remembered. As Sarah scrunched up her face at the large amount of numbers scrolling by, he turned towards the tour guide, expecting confirmation. Instead, he saw Kailey's face lose all of its color as she stared at the alarm. Over the crowd, he could just barely make out her next words.

"That's never happened." Spencer felt a pit form in his stomach. Zach appeared at her elbow, the grave look on his face indicating he'd heard her too.

"You guys sure you've got all the kinks worked out in your simulator yet? I mean, hell, those sensors've gotta be decayed to shit by now. Nothing pollutes like salt water, right?" The woman's haunted expression faltered and she nodded as if saying "that must be the case"! However, this did nothing but worsen the growing sense of dread in Spencer. 'Those sensors were designed to withstand nuclear blasts in a worst-case scenario so they could still track a Kaiju. They're also at the bottom of the ocean so no one could feasibly steal them or even mess with them a little. There has to be–'

Spencer's frantic thoughts were just off as the LOCCENT Control Center shook.

Several members of the tour group gasped or screamed in surprise and Spencer nearly fell out of his chair, only being caught by his father at the last moment. The room went still and silent and just as someone huffed and said "earthquake" it shook again. Then came the earsplitting, bloodcurdling roar, and the room erupted into chaos.

"Move, Mary!" His father shouted, grabbing Spencer and roughly throwing him over his shoulder. He saw Zach do the same with Sarah – as well as many of the parents or guardians in the tour group. They crashed through the exhibits like a stampede, knocking over or stepping on anything (or anyone) who got in the way as the rumbling came closer. The roar echoed throughout the Shatterdome, almost as if whatever was making it were right outside the steel fortress. The only thing that stopped their progress was the even larger group of people forming a crush around the exits.

Spencer looked warily toward the bay doors, now visible as the exhibits in front of it had been trampled. The sight of mottled gray skin stole the breath from his lungs. His eyes slid over to the once-proud visage of Romeo Blue… before the steel roof caved in above them.

Once More Unto the Breach

Anchorage, Alaska

Raleigh Becket could still remember almost every detail of K-Day. He and Yancy had laughed off the initial news report of a "large beast attacking San Francisco". It was simply too ridiculous to believe, something that happened in Hollywood, not real life. Even as it became more and more apparent that it was really happening, a large proportion of the small community around them had been convinced it was nothing more than an elaborate hoax.

It wasn't until Trespasser fell to three nuclear warheads and a large swath of California was turned into an exclusion zone larger than that around Chernobyl that the larger world woke up and faced the nightmare. Even then, it still took them all a few years to realize their new reality. Then came the Jaeger Program, Gipsy Danger, losing Yancy, the gradual loss of almost every Jaeger in existence. Humanity was being shown its reality, one trampled underfoot of their invaders, and yet time and time again they resisted.

And in the end, they won. They closed the Breach. They stopped the Kaiju and saved humanity. Even ten years later, Raleigh could remember the feeling of relief, elation, and bitterness when he'd woken up with Mako clinging to him in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. They'd won, but that feeling of dread and the constant nightmares of another world had never gone away.

He and Mako became the public heroes of the war. Being paraded through every major city on the Pacific Rim, meeting with every remotely important diplomat or donator to the PPDC, never really given the chance to breathe – or in Mako's case, to mourn – for almost a year after the mission. Finally, when the world started to grow bored of them, they were both released from the, now largely defunct, PPDC and sent on their way.

It was Mako who'd suggested Anchorage.

Raleigh had been extremely hesitant at first, his old home was a constant reminder of Yancy, not to mention their estranged father and sister still living in the area. However, as time went on and old wounds scabbed over, they settled in nicely to the community. After a bit of cajoling, he'd even reached out to his remaining family. For the first time since he was fifteen years old, Raleigh's life could be considered normal. Of course, it couldn't last.

Over the course of the war, Raleigh had become accustomed to the specific tone of voice people used whenever the Breach opened and a Kaiju emerged. Perhaps that's why he reacted so quickly when he heard Mako's voice calling him over the gentle sounds of the Cook Inlet. Perhaps it was due to their neural link that he felt her panic, though the two had not Drifted in nearly eight years. Whatever the case, he sprang from the deck swing and bolted into the living room, where Mako sat watching the TV screen, her face a ghastly shade of white. It took a moment for his brain to catch up with his feet and realize what was happening on the screen and when it did, the memories came flooding back.

"–rting from just outside Seattle, where a Kaiju – yes, a real Kaiju – has emerged from the bay and has begun destroying much of the city! City and Military officials have dispatched units from all nearby bases, as well as begun bombing runs against the beast, though it shows no signs of slowing down! It is not yet known if the government is considering a nuclear response, however, much of the city is still in the process of evacuation!"

"Holy shit. What the hell are they gonna do?" Raleigh asked aloud, though he got no response. A quick glance at his partner revealed tear tracks running down her cheeks. He quickly rushed to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Mako?"

"Sensei."

Once More Upon the Breach

Hello! Welcome to a 3-way collaboration between myself (Buixy), (Blotch), and (Revels) – be sure to check them out as well. This story has been in the works for a little over a month now and we're glad to finally get the ball rolling.

Now I know what you all are really here for and yes, the SYOC forms are listed below. However, we have some ground rules and potential FAQs to cover first.

Okay, first some questions you may be asking:

Can I submit my own Jaeger? Unfortunately no. With the nature of this story and how we decided to do it, it just wasn't feasible to allow readers to submit their own Jaegers (plus… we had too many ideas ourselves)

Can I submit more than 1 character/Drift partners? Again, no. This was also a decision we came to based on how this story is going to be structured as well as to add a unique spin on the usual SYOC… though come to think of it I don't know if a Pacific Rim SYOC has ever been attempted.

Can I submit Kaiju? Probably not? Never say never, since we may run out of skyscraper-sized monster ideas, but the odds of us opening Kaiju submissions are pretty low.

Buixy… is your upload schedule on this going to be as bad as your other stories? I take offense to that. However, no I don't believe it will have the 6 month gaps of PoaH. For the first time, I have two other co-authors working with me and I'm actually inspired to write for once, so unless we all collectively decide to stop, this story should continue to the end. However, I won't promise 100% we'll update every week. Sometimes real life gets in the way, writer's block could strike all 3 of us at once, or any other number of issues.

Okay, now finally before we get into the Form… IMPORTANT:

Now, first of all, let me ask: please for our sanity, do not just send in a super overpowered, badass white dude with no issues. I have done and participated in SYOCs before and have seen a fair amount of these being submitted (though admittedly not as many as you'd think. Could have just been the fandom I was in, but I've heard plenty of horror stories). The Pacific Rim itself spans 4 continents (not counting Antarctica) and dozens of different countries and cultures. It's not just the US that's affected by Kaiju. We're not even limiting submissions to Pacific inhabitants, based on the context of our story your character could come from any country on Earth that has a standing military.

We are also not choosing characters based on how "good" they are. If we receive (and I hope we do) well-detailed assholes, they stand a good chance at making it in. Every good story needs a Chuck Hansen.

Another caveat, based on the context of the story – which will be further revealed in Chapter 1 Proper – most characters will currently be or have in the past been enlisted in a country's military. No civilians are being considered in this first class of candidates.

Also, I expect the form in its entirety to be filled out. This means that every rule I've added must be followed or your submission will not be considered.

Partners will be chosen based on personality and the Ideal Drift Partner sections (or if we find a particular pair cool).

Submissions will be through PM, so, please, please, don't just leave a character in the reviews (Drags if you're reading this, this is 100% a callout XD). Submissions can also be submitted through buixy97 . Please label submissions as follows:

OMUB Submission: "Character Name"

With all this in mind, the deadline for Ranger submissions will be July 26th (two weeks from the uploading of this chapter). Submissions for J-Tech Chief, J-Tech Mechanics, and K-Scientists will close August 1st.

We will contact you no later than July 29th if we have decided to include your Ranger in the core cast.

Thanks a bunch, now here's the forms you've been waiting for!

Ranger Form

Name:

Nickname(s):

Age (Age range is fairly large, anywhere from 21-38 is ideal):

Gender (Any and all are welcome, if there are specific pronouns you'd like us to use to refer to your character, please detail here as well):

Sexuality(Same as Gender):

Race (Again, any are welcome):

Country of Origin:

Appearance(Include preferred clothing style in addition to physical features):

Personality(Please no 5-6 word summary. This section should be at minimum 2-3 paragraphs to be considered):

Background (If your character has any military or other sort of training, be sure to include it here. Note: based on the dialogue of Pacific Rim, there are few to no surviving Rangers from the first war save for Herc, Mako, and Raleigh and for our purposes we're saying none are interested to get back into a Jaeger.):

Fighting Style (This will play a part in deciding which Jaeger and partner they are assigned. Please keep within reason. No one should be a master of all martial arts FYI):

Strengths (At LEAST 3. Can be more):

Weaknesses (At LEAST 5. Yes this is more than strengths, but I have experience in SYOCs and know the average submitter doesn't usually think about weaknesses):

Preferred Drift Partner Archetype (Note: depending on number and variety of submissions, this is the most subject-to-change category):

Hobbies:

Likes (at least 5):

Dislikes (at least 5):

Motivation (What drives your character? Why did they join the Ranger Corps? Who are they fighting for?):

Loved Ones (This could include anyone from close friends to family to pets. Anyone they are particularly close to):

Education (Did they graduate high school? College? Trade school? Just go straight into the military?):

Biography (Again, please be specific. Also note that many of these characters should come from a military background due to how little notice the PPDC is getting to get together recruits):

Romantic Interests (what type of person is your character attracted to? Are they likely to fall for their Drift partner, or someone outside the PPDC?):

Lesson (what does your Character need to learn by the end of their arc?):

J-Tech – K-Science Form