Thread: this isn't g o d z i l l a. [ banks x sync. ]

The day was promising to be a big one for all of them. The government was going through with plans they had known about for years, because it was now or never, another do or die situation. The plane ride in itself was something precarious, the large black military plane flying over the ocean so tentatively, there was always the underlying fear of the ground shaking and a Kaiju erupting out from below to knock them from the sky. But, with science and technology, they had begun charting vibrations in the ground the same way they charted earthquakes, and declared it safe enough to bring in their pilots to the central hub of it all. Or rather, the well hidden central hub of it all, the plane landing and their journey in America beginning. The dark haired woman had been here before, before the initial attack and after it, vacations with family to maintain some sign of balance and normalcy despite many being shaken up from that reminder that there were things bigger than them in this world. It was terrifying, and for years, and even more years, people thought nothing more of it, putting it on the back burner until every anniversary of the most recent Kaiju attack, until the world seemed to erupt again. The first attack of the new wave settled into a city that hadn't been entirely rebuilt, almost like a warning or a rather rude greeting from the monsters themselves. A 'we're back', if you will. This was where all the government's secrecy and their hard work came into play like a child who had come to class with extra materials. The world's underlying government had come together out of fear, and when the first two Jaegers arose and beat the first Kaiju back into the ocean, this was no longer training. This was real. The drive to the very well kept secret was littered with chatter, a few of them talking among one another, accents littered with accents clearly from different areas of France. Clicking her tongue behind her teeth softly as they drove further beneath the ground, it wasn't long before they were pulling into the underground structure that reminded her of the one similar back home, however this one was clearly much bigger. Big enough to house the solutions to their monster problem. Now that you ladies and gentlemen are here, we can start figuring out more drift partners. Apparently the French were the last to be brought into the American base, the brunette rolling her eyes softly at the thought of them basically being late, the squad of six stepping out of the SUV and into the base, her eyes moving up as she noticed the flutter of people on floors above, moving around. Pilots and engineers, constant conversation and several pairs of eyes, nothing she hadn't expected. Get settled into your bunkers, then meet in the training room. The command was simple, turning her light brown eyes from the sights around her before her black boots began to guide her toward where she would be sleeping for the next. . .Well, God knows how long. It wasn't long before she was settling, or at least changing clothes, in the small space that she would eventually share with someone else, clothing tossed onto her bed, the quick glimpse of her back proved that it was also covered in tattoos, flowing along with the bright colors permanently placed on one arm and one leg, they were all covered aside from the few on her hands when the black one piece was pulled onto her frame. It looked like it had been painted onto her curves, obviously that way for the sake of mobility and quick movements, her boots were placed back onto her feet and her hair was pulled into a loose bun. The bustle of conversation was what drew her toward the training room, another large, open space with slightly padded flooring, her head turned to one of her colleagues just in time for him to grin when his name was called up against a girl from the American division. The timer counted down from five, soon the fight began, light brown eyes following the pair as they moved across the floor, counting silently before the hard thud was heard, the girl taking him down. It gained several laughs from those among them, a few more rounds of their shuffle before the interaction was ended. Fleur Valeraine and Franz Schroeder, Perking a brow up softly, the young woman easily knew that this guy wasn't about to be her drift partner, watching the overly built German move forward onto the mat. Removing her shoes as she was handed a pair of battle staves, the male grinned as he stretched out his full length stave, I'll take it easy on you Frenchy. Rolling her eyes up and wanting to roll them into the back of her head, the female moved into her stance as the countdown began, shaking her head faintly. Your loss.