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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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By a near margin, Yuri manages to resist rolling his eyes. Ah, the dulcet tones of authority. He hadn't it missed it much at all, and even six months in Alaska hadn't made him used to it. It wasn't even the content he minded--just something about the pitch, like those whistles only dogs could hear, drove him nuts. And if he so much as raised on eyebrow out of line for the next three months, they could throw him out on his ear. Fantastic.

At least prior barracks experience meant he knew exactly which bunk he wanted. He headed straight for one of the bottom bunks nearest to the door, dropping the bag of hair ties he'd salvaged from his personal belongings onto the mattress and then settling down on it himself, watching the other cadets file in with open curiosity and a short nod of greeting.

Mike had tossed his bag things onto a bottom bunk and was very nearly humming as he went through the process of putting things away. After all, he'd been doing this almost all his life, so really, this was nothing new or different for him. It was just warmer here than it had been anywhere else, and that was just about perfect. He could handle all the physical work, all the yes-sir-no-ma'am with no problem, but finally he could say, "So much better than Alaska," even if it was slightly under his breath.

"Tell me about it," Yuri sighed, pulling out the clip he'd used on the bus to keep his hair off his sweaty neck and tossing it in the back with the rest. He briefly rifled a hand through his hair to get it to sit straight. "Regular daylight hours and everything."

"Hm?" He looked up, then he laughed. "Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. I mostly remembered the temperatures, and that was ridiculous. I thought I was going to freeze my fingers off." As well as a few other body parts, but he was trying to keep conversation polite for the first few weeks.

"The PT'll be a lot easier without so many damn layers." Yuri could take or leave the temperature, but man he hated having to bundle up. It was so cumbersome.

That got a laugh as he lined up his shoes. "You aren't even kidding. You just transfer down?"

Luke wasn't expecting others to know him, but he honestly hadn't put much thought into what he'd do if he recognized anyone. So he freezes up a bit when he sees Yuri, a slow confused blink, and then an openly wry smile. Why was he surprised? Yuri was a lot more qualified than him, and had already been to a different shatterdome. He absently squeezes the bundle of uniforms he'd been given.

"Sorry." That he was here, and that apparently they were going to be sharing a building. "I'll... grab a bunk on the other side."

Yuri had to suppress a sigh. Honestly, this kid... standing there hugging his uniform like a security blanket. Could he look any more pathetic?

Whether he could or not, Yuri would have to get used to it. He had to stop having these knee-jerk reactions every time Luke came around.

"Don't go out of your way."

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"It's more about getting out of everyone else's way...?" Luke explains, absent, not exactly catching onto the attempt to be nice, though he was aware he wasn't being told off, either, which in of itself is always notable to him lately.

Anyway, he didn't really want to dwell on that, so he forces a bit of a smile and changes the subject. "So, I don't know if I should say congratulations or not. You're already a member of the PPDC, right? Did you really need to try out?"

"Yes," he says, keeping his voice casual. "Same for all transfers, everyone starts on the same level."

It had been explained to him with a lot more yelling and in a much less positive right: this was basically a demotion, and Yuri was probably the first cadet in PPDC history to ever get one. But it was a lot better than being kicked out.

"Everyone?" Luke felt like that couldn't be right. He'd seen a hand full of actual pilots since he got here, no way people like Andrea Martin and Raleigh Beckett were counted among those. "What about the rangers?"

"Good question," he said honestly. "I've asked, but nobody's given me a straight answer." About that, or if the pilots would be trying to drift with new people. The hush-hush as just making him more and more curious.

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"Seriously?" That was pretty surprising. He'd expect there would be a clear answer on that, it was the sort of question he expected to produce a laugh. That pilots were partners, with a bond glorified in the same way people talked about True Friendship or True Love, it was hard to imagine asking pilots who'd already found that to go looking for another partner.

Sounded awkward, too. Still... "It's hard to imagine but..." Pilots did die. Fairly frequently, actually. "I guess it wouldn't be a bad thing... if they could drift with more than one person?"

"Probably not," Yuri said, though he gave Luke an arch look. "But would you want more than one person knowing everything that goes on inside your head? Especially if one of those people was a stranger."

Luke finds himself a little surprised at Yuri's response. He honestly hadn't considered it. "It's not that I want to share that much or not, but... I don't think I can really afford to worry about that?"

Anyway, so much of his life had already been dragged out in front of the public. The idea of someone knowing what he really felt and really was like was almost... a relief. At least then if they hated him it would be him. "If I could actually be compatible with two people that'd be really lucky."

Somehow, Luke always managed to say something to slightly unexpected and slightly grating. Must be nice to live so carefree and guiltless as a naive, pampered rich kid. He held back a grimace under the guise of stowing his bag of hair ties in his foot locker, trying to quash the feeling. Yuri had made his own choices; he didn't have the right to be bitter over someone else's life.

"Careful, talk like that and people are going to think your head is empty," he said dryly.

"People think that anyway." Luke shot back automatically, with maybe a cranky grumble but no actual heat.

He half turned away, not catching onto Yuri's mood, instead glancing around the barracks for a likely place to sleep. It looks like corners were popular and most had already been taken.

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