jaegeracademy | [ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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[ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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Location: Valparaíso Shatterdome, Chile.
Date/Time: February 15th-28th.
Summary: The first shipment of recruits into the new Jaeger Academy program arrive. Some are staggered throughout the month, but they all have the same basic greeting. Here you are, there's where you sleep, here's what you wear, get going.
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The Shatterdome didn't look futuristic, swatches of metal and concrete transforming a portion of the harbor into five enormous bays. Nevermind that only two were currently in use. The stark greys stand out against the colorful face of the city, a hulking monolith that's been carved into the face of the city that had once upon a century been termed the Jewel of the Pacific.

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[ Chuck’s standing at the foot of the fastest Jaeger in the world, Striker Eureka and god, what a fucking beauty. Striker’s the first (and only) Mark V with gorgeous, sleek lines - the fastest (and most expensive) mech to date.

Striker’s kind of the love of Chuck’s life.

Chuck's the youngest to ever enter the Academy, youngest to ever set foot in a Jaeger - sixteen, and he's piloting gigantic machines with his old man. He’s creating records just to to smash them up himself, and really? Chuck’s on top of the fucking world.

The Hansens arrived in Valparaíso and they immediately part ways, because – well, lets be honest, here. Outside the Drift, their relationship is nonexistent and Chuck doesn’t really have anything to say to his father in regards to anything other than their job.

Herc's off doing fuck knows what and Chuck's still in his drive suit, holding Max's leash while he inspects some microscopic scuff on Striker's foot. Do you approach? ]

[Sure, Yancy approaches. It's only polite to introduce yourself to your co-workers. Chuck Hansen may be a scrawny teenager, but he's shaping up to be an active Ranger one day soon, and they could very well end up piloting alongside one another sometime in the future. Yancy whistles to call attention to himself, and to show some respect for a beautiful machine.]

You just get here?

[ Chuck's heart could be considered somewhere up in his throat, because Yancy Becket is making his way over and Chuck's a little starstruck, because he's even better than he was on TV and his posters and propaganda ads. It's like some kind of dream come true and when he walks up Max barks, the leash sliding easily from Chuck's hands. Max takes the opportunity to come right up to Yancy and bump his legs with a wrinkled head while his owner stares as if he hadn't heard the question.

He shakes himself out of it. ]

Yeah, mate -- you?

[Wrinkly dogs on the loose don't seem to bother Yancy, who bends down to give little guy a friendly scratch behind the ears. A little drool never hurt anyone.]

A little while back. Activation requires a lot of briefings, ya know?

[ Good. Chuck's pleased and glad that Yancy's attention seems mostly on Max for the time being, because his cheeks might be a little pink. Not every day Yancy Becket comes and says hi, and pets your dog. ]

Yeah, I got ya. Dad 'n I had a fuckin' pissload of em, real pain in the ass.

[Yancy gives Max a gentle nudge when he goes for the friendly crotch investigation. Easy, little guy. Those are valuable good. Have another ear scratch instead.

The language from the kid is surprising, however. Yancy quirks an eyebrow, but since he's still focused on Max it might not show. Maybe the kid liked to thumb his nose at manners when his father wasn't around. It's not exactly an unusual development in that age bracket. Yancy ignores it for now. Almost.]

A fuckin' pissload, that sounds about right.

[ whoops. Chuck forgets himself sometimes and he coughs, rocks back on his heels and lets Max sniff heartily at Yancy's crotch. ]

..Er. A lot, I reckon. Probly about as man as you and Raleigh, I expect.

They made you sit through everything?

[Yancy nudges Max away from the goods again but doesn't stop petting him. From what he understood, Chuck wasn't actively piloting. Maybe they just wanted to prepare the kid for what his responsibilities would be like after his uncle retired? It makes sense, but it's probably a cramp in a 17 year old's style.]

Tough break.

Yeah.

[ retiring, sure. Chuck just knows he's assigned to Striker and it's gonna be with Herc and it's gonna be soon. Chuck isn't asking questions, he'll find out in the Drift. ]

Suppose it could've been worse.

[Hey, that info hasn't been made public yet. And lo it wasn't part of the fuckin pissload of briefings, yet. Wait until they strap you in, son. Then they'll have to explain.]

It can be. Sometimes there are translators involved.

Yeah?

[ He rocks back on his heels. ]

Chilean, or--?

Tagalog, last time.

[Don't sweat it, kid. You're through the tough stuff here already.]

Interesting language. Didn't really get the hang of it before they sent us home, but the food was something else.

[ She approaches. She approaches the dog. The boy and his robot could get a room for all she cared. She never owned a dog before (her father won't let her, and her brother won't let her go near his) but she had a soft spot for them.

She kneels on the ground, pressed slacks be damned, trying to catch the dog's eye. ]

I didn't know they allowed you in a place like this.

[ She doesn't even have to try and get Max's attention - he's already tugging at the leash, wobbling over to her and huffing when Chuck doesn't let go. ]

Well, suppose they make concessions for mascots.

[ She claps her hand over her lap. Come on, dog. Leave the boy and his lover alone. ]

Do they? Do they now? [ Whose the cute little mascot? You are, yes you are. ]

[ Chuck snorts and Max comes closer, bumps her leg with his furry head. ]

Was kind of a condition. Couldn't leave this handsome man back in Sydney.

After the long journey here, Ngaio's exhausted and would like nothing more to sleep before dinner. But from what she's been told, this is going to be the last free time she's going to get in a while, so she should probably use it to get a few things done before the Rangers get sick of the newbies.

"Aussie Aussie Aussie - sir," she adds hurriedly. With New Zealand latching onto the Aussies as the next best thing to a Kiwi Ranger, she knows he's younger than her, so it feels weird to be calling him 'sir' after most people who outranked her in Air Cadets had been older. "Hey, um, my brother thinks you're really cool and asked me to get your autograph if you got posted here, so, sir, would you mind...?"

She throws up a salute for good measure, crisp and New Zealand Air Force trained. Yeah, that's a Kiwi accent coming out of her mouth, but as far as she's concerned, Chuck is the sheepshagger, her brother's admiration of him be damned.

...Chuck doesn't really know if he should be offended or flattered. He sort of looks at her curiously when she comes up to him and really, it's hard to say no and be a bulldog (Max, down) when someone is asking for your autograph.

"Got something for me to sign?"

And he is not a sheepshagger, thank you very much.

Thinking quickly, Ngaio offers forth a pen and notebook issued for classes and flips to a blank page near the back. Having lost her phone to storage, she's commandeered one of the notebooks for personal notes as she explores the base (the opposite page has a doodled map of the base) - and evidently to get autographs in.

"It's for Rawiri, sir," she said, ready to spell it out if it looks like she'll need to. "Thank you, sir, he'll be stoked."

Chuck spells it out, just in case.

"R-a-w-i-r-i." He glances up at her, yeah -- cause that's a bit of a strange name.

"That right, yeah?"

Ngaio nods, pleased. "People usually never get it right first try, sir - they try to chuck E's or Y's in there."

She considers herself lucky to have one of the more common names among her siblings, though it's still been subject to some creative spellings over the years.

Chuck grins at her.

"Well, 's not a very common name. Guess I could see that happening." Chuck's lucky. It's hard to fuck his name up.

"Here y'go." He's passing it back, pleased beyond words this just happened to him. She just made his day.

Ngaio beams down at the autograph before shutting the notebook.

"Thank you, sir," she says again. "He's in for a shock. We didn't think youse would be stationed here."

She didn't keep up with the Ranger gossip as much as her brother did (and tended to tune him out), preferring instead to try and find out more about the Jumphawk pilots; she'd been expecting to encounter some of the South and Central American Rangers rather than Australasia's best defence.

(A second later, she realizes 'youse' might be too informal, but manages to keep her reaction to her smile going a little wobbly for a moment. Ugh, English needs korua.)

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[ open ] Welcome to Chile, Cadets.

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I am assuming Max is on his leash, ping me if I'm wrong.

he is, yep!

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I'm sorry

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