Hong Kong Shatterdome scraps

Little ficlets from the Hong Kong Shatterdome. 
Please see also "Hong Kong Shatterdome scraps (continued)".
== 2015 ==
===Tramp Stamp===
shmoo92:
:rorykurago:
::Please God someone tell me Coyote Tango’s decal is the terrible, terrible tramp stamp Luna got tattooed over her butt that time she and Tamsin got drunk and rowdy before they were properly together, when Tamsin dared Luna to get a tattoo, and Luna - being Luna, and never one to back away from a challenge because you can take the girl out of Tottenham but you can’t take Tottenham out of the girl - agreed
::and because Luna lost the bet, Tamsin got to pick the design and she fully expected Luna to back down when she saw the stupid thing but Luna didn’t (because she’s Luna bloody Pentecost) so they staggered out of the parlour tipsy at five in the afternoon with wadding taped over Luna’s back and more over the two cheesy blue swallows on Tamsin’s ankle she got as a sign of solidarity, 
::and if that stinging blood-spotted moment they stood in the street weighing up the ouches against the walk back to base wasn’t the moment Tamsin fell 100% no-backsies no-bullshit in love with Luna–
::It’s a running joke, that tattoo. It means you sign up for something, and you go through with it. No matter how much it’s going to hurt. 
::(Also it’s a trashy-as-all-get-out tramp stamp and no one can convince me for a second that Luna Pentecost didn’t have a wild phase that made her brother cringe, or that far too many Glory Days drinking night stories didn’t centre around Luna, Tamsin and Stacker’s shenanigans.)
::Luna bloody Pentecost. Coyote bloody Tango.
:@pickle-plum: "They named the freakin’ Jaeger after her tramp stamp?"
Chief Sergeant Xiong (First Class) of the soon-to-open Hong Kong Jaeger facility keeps her binoculars trained on her Shatterdome across the harbour from atop her Disneyland hotel. 
Her assistant, Nang, in the chair to her right, just within the shade of the massive umbrella, taps the tablet. 
「Ears for the next agenda item?」
「Does it involve the hole in the hangar roof?」 
Nang cringes. 「Not until next week.」
「I want that hole fixed, Nang.」
「Yes, ma’am. Team Romeo Blue sends their apologies.」
Xiong frowns audibly.
「Moving on, shall we?」 Nang consults the tablet. 「Team Coyote Tango has their first interview today. The official story for their logo is that it’s Luna Pentecost’s stuffed toy.」
「Why are you telling me this?」
「It’s actually based off her ‘tramp stamp’.」
「Her /what?」
「Tattoo on her lower back. Very lower back.」
「Of course it is. Why would I expect anything else.」 Sighs. 「Why would Ranger Sevier be proper with anything.」
「More lemonade, ma'am?」
「Please.」 Xiong settles back, rests her binoculars on the shelf of her pregnancy. 「Public Relations want Ranger Sevier, first of all, to lie, secondly, to lie about Wing Commander Pentecost, and thirdly, to lie for propriety’s sake.」
「To crack–」 Nang winces. 「To break the pot, yes.」
「What heaven, these ....」 Xiong presses her lips together. 
「’Blockheads’?」
「There are children about, Nang.」 Sits back. 「Thank you.」
「My apologies, ma’am.」 
Xiong acknowledges, then, 「Have PR prepare something mushy about two girls in love in … Vegas or wherever.」
「Should they also have gotten married, too?」
Xiong drums her fingers on her binoculars.
Nang taps out a note.
「Siblings-in-law.」 Shrugs. 「Don’t have a team with that backstory.」
「One whirlwind, Vegas romance coming up,」 says Nang. 「I’ll get someone in machinery to make her a ring.」
「Make two: engrave one–it won’t be ready in time for he interview, though, so paint the other one.」
「Good thinking.」
Xiong hums, sips her lemonade.
===Instructions===
Her mobile rings.
「「Gooood morning, PPDC!」」
Yeung Tang Min sighs into her pillow and seeks out her mobile. 
「「The time is 4:30!」」
She sits up.
「「And you have to wake up!」」
She swings her legs off the edge of bed and stumbles into the washroom.
A brief, scalding shower later, she stares vacantly at the mirror through the steam.
 
Her mobile rings.
「「Goooood morning, PPDC!」」
What am I supposed to be doing now?
「「The time is 4:40!」」
She blinks slowly.
「「And you should be getting dressed!」」
Right. Job. Work. Clothes would be good.
Oh, smart me. Clothes ready to go.
Deodorant, underwear, leggings, and a dress later, she braids her hair into a tight knot.
Her mobile rings.
「「Goooood morning, PPDC!」」
She tugs on her boots.
「「The time is 4:50!」」
Apron. Drat.
「「And you should be getting to Shatterbucks. Are you serious about this, Li?」」
「「Tse, I am totally useless in the morning. What better way to wake up than to you? Hey, Yeung, you want a copy?」」
「「I dunno… hard to turn down a 'Disney Song a Day'.」」
「「Please tell me you’re joking.」」
「「You have my email, yea? See you guys this afternoon.」」
「「Be seeing you, Yeung.」」
「「Later, Officer.」」
===Mother Hen===
Xiong sits atop the hotel in a well-cushioned lounge chair under a large, Disney-print umbrella, peering through her most amazing binoculars and the sheets of rain.
「You're mother-henning,」 Mr Xiong scolds gently. 
「I'm practicing,」 corrects Xiong. 
「Can you even see anything?」 
「I can, thanks to you.」 
Mr Xiong stretches. 「I rock.」 
「That you do.」 
A jet of flame pierces the grey. 
A teeth-rattling /BOOM. 
Xiong catches her tea cup, picks up her walkie talkie. 「Nang?」
「「Yes, ma'am?」」
「Why did my Shatterdome just burp fire?」 
「「Burp fire—so /that's what that was! I'll find out!」」
「Thank you, Nang.」 
Mr Xiong shakes his head, squeezes Xiongs hand. 「You'll be a great parent.」 
===Shirt ===
Inspiration: OTPprompt
"Ye should get back t' yer quarters," mumbles Scott. "'s nearly lights out."
"They know where t' find me if they need me," replies Meadow sleepily.
"Ye should at least shower."
"Only if ye shower with me."
Scott huffs against Meadow's nape. "You just wan' an excuse fer another go."
Meadow wiggles closer. "So?"
"Good lord, woman, yer /insatiable."
"I thought that was parta my appeal," Meadow grumbles.
"'course it is—" Kisses her neck. "—but 'm /wrecked—" Sighs. "—and I have patrol in th' mornin'."
"Aww ...."
"Lessgo, Miz Meadow."
Meadow groans, rolls to her feet.
Scott clambers out, grins wickedly, scoops her—
"Oi!"
—into his arms and carries her—
"Naked!" she yelps. "Anklebiter!"
"Clothes." Scott sets her down. "Right."
"Yep." Meadow heads straight for his closet, opens it up, digs about.
Scott picks a shirt off the floor, gives it a sniff, shrugs it on, then hunts around for some boxers and trousers.
"Whatcha think?"
Scott glances up.
Meadow pirouettes, swamped in one of Scott's tees.
"Jesus, yer tiny."
"That's all yer gonna say?" pouts Meadow.
"Yea, but only 'cause I'm trying not to think about how good you look in that."
Meadow laughs. "Then I'll be wearing it all night, hoping you get a second wind."
Scott gives a fantastic eye roll. "Yer gonna be the death of me."
She smirks. "C'mon, Han'some. The shower's callin'."
"Ladies first," replies Scott with an exaggerated bow.
===Science===
Xiong sits atop the hotel in a well-cushioned lounge chair under a large, Disney-print umbrella, peering through her most amazing binoculars. 
「When I find you up here before I'm out of bed,」 greets Mr Xiong, 「I get a little concerned.」 
「Fei Yen was restless,」 explains Xiong, absently caressing her stomach. 
Mr Xiong leans close. 「Child of mine, this is my wife and I would like to cuddle her on occasion, please.」 
Xiong smiles—winces. 
「Kick to the pancreas?」 
「Her aim's improving—」
A crash—
A fountain of ice arcs from the Shatterdome, through the air, stops dead, and disintegrates. 
Xiong notes the time.
「Should you ...?」 
「Two minutes.」 
One minute seven seconds later, Xiong's walkie talkie crackles.
「「Good morning, ma'am,」」 greets Nang. 
「Good morning, Nang.」 
「「So, Team Horizon Brave was trying out a more stable formula for the cyrocannon. They've returned to the drawing board for an apology to the harbour and a better solution.」」 
「Thank you, Nang.」 
「「You're welcome, ma'am. Have a good day.」」
Mr Xiong squeezes Xiong's hand. 「You have this whole remote surveillance down to a science.」 
Xiong smugs.
===When the Marshal's not Home===
(very late 2015)
explodinghye:
:i love the dumbass idea of shatterdomes responding to memes. imagine vladivostok making this hugeass video of about 5 guys with sunglasses playing trombones and mechanics slamming ports on cherno alpha. imagine 50 anchorage j-techs squatting on the jaegers with the caption "fuck what da marshall said." imagine hong kong doing that falling perspective meme where they make it look like they’re falling off crimson typhoon. imagine shatterdome meme loving fucks
(originally posted here)
Officers Ignatyeva and Ignatiev plunk three large, odd, black cases and two shopping bags down on the cafeteria table.
«Could only find three trombones,» apologizes Ignatyeva.
«But, 41 identical sunglasses,» adds Ignatieva.
Kaidanovskaya raises an approving eyebrow. 
«Round up the crew,» says Kaidanovsky, standing. «We play at noon!»
== 2016 ==
===Street Rat!===
(Inspired by Rorykurago, "I've had a thought of Stacker making polite, stilted conversation with the Queen of England. Been a while/ how've you been/ what a mess/ have you married that charming Australian chap yet--"")
And thanks for that, because in addition to that post with the Queen, the King of Saudi Arabia, and her driving and chatting the whole time (much to the King and his aide's terror), and her past service as a WWII ambulance driver, as well as Jaegers being seriously cool, I've been thinking pretty much all day about Xiong arranging for a car tour of Hong Kong that gets as far as the Garage before ....) 
""Welcome to Coyote Tours--Tourgo? Whatever. I'm Tamsin and I'll be your guide today. Please keep all hands and feet inside the hand at all times.""
""Tam--""
"You wouldn't happen to know who planned this, would you, Miss Yeung?" asks Xiong. 
"I would like to open the window, please," says the Queen with that not-smile Min remembers quite vividly from the Opening Ceremonies of the London Olympics. 
Min (filling in for Nang because her name is one of the few Nang knows and the 'Dome should not be left unattended) offers a minute shake of her head. 
Ranger Sevier begins humming.
Xiong's air of disapproval is almost believable. 
""Tamsin--""
""What? This song's perfect! 'A new fantastic point of view', 'street rat'--you're totally a street rat, don't try to deny it."
Ranger Pentecost makes a whiny-groan sound. 
(... Tamsin, cackling away, nudges the car onto Coyote Tango's hand and gives her own (Stacker's quietly dying beside her).)
=== 'Glad' in 'Gladiator' ===
""Hansens are ten minutes out!"" crackles the radio. 
""You got eyes on 'em?"" 
""Nah, Disney just turned on 'Hercules'.""
Setsuko snickers.
""Thought I head caterwauling.""
Min stares at the ceiling. 
""It's a good song!""
Setsuko nudges her, whispering "I love having a radio." 
""You have terrible taste.""
"I do too," mumbles Min. 
. 
===Blessed be thy Feline===
From .
Yeaaaa .... that's adorable. I like the cat sprawled out getting pets next to the person with the little book.
I can't tell if the person's reading to the cat or trying to ignore it.
I wonder if person was reading like that and cat came over, o, well if you're going to do something at my level—>sprawls<—give me the pats!
Though I'm also tickled by the person grumping along and coming across the cat, well if you're going to make yourselves at home in here, and least let me bless you.
.
=== Zzzzzz ===
Logan Jones, of Team Vulcan Specter, sleeps deep and easy. 
Something ... nudges him. 
Logan sleeps. 
Something ... touches. him. 
Logan sleeps. 
Something ... drags. across his skin. 
Logan sleeps. 
Something ... drags across the skin of his side. 
Logan ... sleeps. 
Something ... drags across the skin of his armpit. 
Logan ... what the fuck?
Something drags across the skin of his armpit. 
Logan cracks open an eye. 
Arm. 
His arm. 
Thrown up beside his head. 
Something damp and rough drags across the skin of his armpit. 
Logan lifts his head. 
Cat licks his armpit. 
Logan ... what the fuck? 
Cat licks—cat's ears twitch. 
Logan ....
Cat's eyes lift slowly to Logan's. 
Logan ....
Cat llllllllll—
Logan ....
—iiiiiiiiiii—
Logan ....
—ccccccc—
Logan .... 
—kkkkkkkkk—
Logan .... 
—ssssssssss—
Logan .... 
—his armpit—
Logan scoops up the cat and rolls out of bed, shtumps to the door, slides it open, shtumps down the hall and into the main room, shoves open the door, shtumps down the stairs and across the hall, shoves open the door, shtumps through the main room and down the hall, slides open a door, shtumps to the bed, and dumps the cat—
""MRA—""
""—AAAU—""
""—EOOW—""
「「!!!!」」
Logan shtumps from the room, from Team Shaolin Rogue's quarters, and from the explosion of cat, bedding, and orange. 
"Second fucking time this week," Logan grumbles, tucking himself back into–
""MRAAAAAAAUUUUUU!!!!""
A streak of grey flies from under the covers and out the door.
Logan falls back, flops his pillow over his face–thinks better of it and buries as much exposed skin as he can under the covers.
Something damp and rough drags across his ankle.
===Whirlwind===
(Inspired by the origin Xiong's mother's spray bottle to use on not-quite-retired-General Xiong)
An underweight gold tabby lounges on Nang's desk. 
"Shoo," says Nang. 
The tabby lifts its head, raises an eyebrow, returns to lounging. 
"Shoo," orders Nang. 
The tabby snorts, rolls over. 
Nang huffs, picks the tabby off the desk. 
The tabby is a whirlwind of claws and teeth--
"FUCK." 
The tabby lands lightly on the desk, stretches, and lies back down. 
Nang reassess. 
The tabby dozes. 
Nang marches to the PA, jabs the 'Shatterdome' button. "Cadet Lin Feng's orange ass to the marshal's office, /now." 
The tabby flicks its tail. 
Nang's hand /really hurts. 
To a first aid kit! 
Five minutes later, Feng skids into the office, splatters against--jumps and flips across the chesterfield, and lands on the floor on his tail bone. 
Nang doesn't ask if he's okay. 
Totally doesn't. 
"Hurt as much as my hand?" 
Feng croaks, "Probably less." 
"There's a cat stuck on my desk."
"Unmoving or stuck-stuck?"
"'Stuck' in the sense of 'I moved your damn cat off my desk and it went whirlwind of death so it could stay on my desk'."
"Oh." 
"And I have six incident reports to fill out." 
Feng wobbles to his feet, follows Nang from the anteroom. "Hey, kitty." He scoops the tabby off the desk--
The tabby is all legs and claws--
Feng claps a hand to his face. 
--and leaps lightly to the desk. 
"None of them have acted like this before?" 
"If anyone else said that, they'd be out of here." 
"Soooo...?" 
Nang studies the tabby. 
The tabby dozes. 
"How partial are you to spray bottles?" 
=== Fridge ===
Date/Timing: late 2016 
Mako creeps into the empty lounge, intent on the box of Rainbow Rings kept the cabinet next to the sink.
""'morning.""
Mako freezes, peers around.
""Up here.""
She tracks the sound of Chuck's voice to the top of the refrigerator. "Why are you up there?"
"Like the view."
Mako frowns skeptically.
Chuck shrugs, picks up the book of crossword puzzles he always seems to have, sets pen to paper.
Mako giggles.
"What's so funny?"
She stifles another laugh. "There was a spider, yes?"
"Of course not," scoffs Chuck.
"That spider." Mako points.
Chuck is now sitting cross-legged on the fridge, eyes half the size of his head and flicking about frantically.
"Give me your book and I will kill it."
"No!" Clutches the paper to his chest.
Mako raises an eyebrow.
"I'm not done with it yet," huffs Chuck.
==2018==
===A Bigger Spray Bottle===
Ting stares at the wall, sighs. 
Zee keeps puttering away at the chunk of Kaiju. 
"Really?" asks Ting. 
Zee shrugs helplessly. 
"Did you have to do this?" 
Zee has an idea, begins. 
"All I hear is mumbling." 
Ting's phone warbles: 
I was feeling punny.
Ting twists around. "'Punny?'"
Zee mumbles. 
Ting's phone warbles: 
The Wall of Life!
Ting groans. "Seriously, the hell is this?" 
Zee speaks. 
Ting's phone warbles: 
Experimenting with Blue neutralizer and ecological renewing agents. 
Ting sighs heavily. 
Zee beams. 
Ting scowls. 
Zee waves, returns to work. 
Ting frowns at the gardening tools. "Gonna need a bigger spray bottle."
=== Fei Yen vs the Dictionary ===
(Ficlets: Silver & Vee)
I WILL SEND THE FORCE THAT IS FEI YEN AFTER YE, DICTIONARY!
And the OED cackles and plots how it will crush the small Chinese girl.
I know have an image of a just-walking Fei Yen in her footie PJs toddling about with the biggest possible book she can find. I will assume it's a massive dictionary. 
And the compact OED shouts, in a high-pitched book-voiced, "Unhand me, you impudent child!"
Fei Yen's stacked it on a couple other books and is using it as a stepstool. 
Niiiiiice. And it's squeaking indignantly.
===Polygot===
”Gawd, the humidity sucks.”
”You're telling me! My /hair!”
”Aw, the curls are cute.”
”… charmer.” (finnish; may be too subtle)
«… ever stop playing that crap?»
«Ask Cherno. They're here more often than anyone else.»
«Think it's on purpose? They have a secret love of Disney music?»
«Seriously? With their sense of direction?»
「… the new Pokemon game?」
Is that Cantonese or Japanese? 
「I'm so excited!!!」
Shiiiit. 
「Apparently, they're releasing a new Jaeger-themed pokeball.」
「Know who it is yet?」
「Japanese, probably. Might be region-specific.」
「Who'd you like to see?」
「Gotta say, Typhoon'd map /really well.」
「With the whole mono- Oh, hey, Wu.」
「Evening, guys. Heard about the new Academy class?」
Fuck! No! Go back to Pokemon! 
Maybe Min's heard something. 
「New Pokemon game?」
Min blinks. 「My Japanese isn't very good, sorry.」
===A Recipe for Winter===
Ingredients
* Horizon Brave units; between one and three
* Dented, scratched, or otherwise unusable turbine fins from G Danger; in multiples of six or seven
* Canadians in Hong Kong; as many as possible
Directions
#Gather the Canadians
#Make them homesick
#Convince the military-types jockeying the Horizon Brave units that this is in fact a good idea
#Collect the turbine fins from G Danger
#Rebuild a fan (or three, depending on the number of Horizon Brave units)
#Attach the fan to the Horizon Brave unit’s cryocannon
#Turn on the fan
#Fire the cryocannon
#Enjoy the beautiful snowfall
#Start a snowball fight
#Rent units to Disneyland for the Frozen park
#Give the Marshal a conniption
Optional: Deploy Horizon Brave against a heatwave in the city to make the Marshal feel better
===Madhouse===
Nang frowns at the Marshal's door. 
It opens. 
Three army-green figures trail paint from the office; two of them slink and appear triplet-ish, the third bears a striking resemblance to Taller Kaidanovsky. 
Nang steps gingerly into view and knocks. 
「Yes, Nang?」 Xiong doesn't look up from the sheaf of papers. 
「It seems Lima's been laid low by pneumonia.」 
The sheaf of papers plummets forward. 
「Am I to attend to something, Nang?」 
「You didn't hear that, did you.」 
「There was nothing to hear, Nang.」 
「Of course, ma'am.」 
「Did HB-02 ever make it back?」 
「Apparently their Conn-pod is quite a mess.」 
「So they're still eyes-deep in the harbour. Rogue?」 
「Still looking.」 
「How did we lose a bright orange 250-foot-tall robot?」 
「If we ever lose one, I'll let you know. /Rangers /Lin lost their Jaeger by having a worse sense of direction than Cherno Alpha.」 
「Please make a note that Ranger Lin Feng will not be getting a recommendation to ever take Right.」 
Nang winces. 「Ranger Lin Feng isn't jockeying right.」 
A beat. 
「As I understand it, we have two Shaolin novices, one of whom with no sense of direction, the other with no sense of balance. We also have a set of certified-genius triplets with a problem with authority as well as a creative streak wider than the Pacific who cause no end of trouble even /without their custom Jaeger, two sets of overly aggressive Australian Rangers, Lieutenant Sevier, directionally-impaired Slavic tanks, one mob boss, one underworld emperor, a Kaiju corpse-full of religious fanatics, the unluckiest administrative tea girl on the face of the planet, and half a 'Dome of hockey-mad Canadians.」 
「Also cats.」 
「And two hundred cats.」 
「Closer to three hundred.」
Five colourful heads poke around the door. 
"You called?" asks a Canadien. 
Nang twists around. "We were griping about your existence."
"Ah," replies a gladiator helmet-clad Canadian. "Sorry about that."
"Yea, sorry," agrees a Canadian in a blue and white jumper. 
"Applogy under consideration. Dismissed," says Nang.
They disappear. 
「Also, ma'am, your parents will be arriving in an hour.」 
The papers remain silent. 
「I will ensure spraybottles are within reach of your mother at all times.」 
「Do you think I could send /him to Lima?」
「While I’m sure he would love to be back in command, old people and pneumonia aren’t the best combination. Would you like ice cream?」 
Xiong peers around the papers. 「From what source?」 
「You don't want to know.」 
She sighs. 
「Has Fei Yen been good?」 ask the papers. 
「She gloried in the paint-flinging but neither instigated nor made it worse.」 
「A scoop with whipped cream, please," say the papers, 「and Fei Yen may have a spoonful.」 
「Right away, ma'am.」
=== Light Ranger Training===
(Late December)
"Gentlemen," began Xiong, "I'm not going to tell you how absolutely boneheaded that move was, and what a stupid move it was, no matter how heartfelt. I'm not going to scare you with stories about incompatible, now brain dead, Drift partners because you clearly did your homework and made sure Quartermaster Yeung could Drift with one of you.
"I'm not going to tell you any of that."
Hu looked almost hopeful. 
Jin's eyes were dark. 
Cheung was on the defensive. 
"No, instead I will tell you that if, for any reason, one of you is unable to jockey, Quartermaster Yeung will take your place."
She could see them thinking: Oh, that's no problem, our immune systems are great, we can take a quite a punch, it'll never happen. 
Xiong continued: "In fact, based on her last physical, she can begin training as early as next week. Maybe try her out against a smaller-than-average Kaiju if one happens to come through the Breach." 
"You can't do that," breathed Jin. 
"Oh but I can."
"Please-!"
"We just-!" 
"It's not-!" 
"I know," said Xiong. "And because of your kind gesture, not only have we found a new Ranger candidate, but you've discovered a massive flaw in the rulebook that will soon be fixed." 
"We will accept a harsher punishment-," started Cheung.
"Just please, please leave Min out of this," begged Hu. 
"But gentlemen," said Xiong, "it's her decision. Who wouldn't want to pilot a Jaeger?" 
(A lot of what Xiong's saying is crap (eg, Min's too afraid of being loathed to even step foot in a Conn-pod), but since she unsettled the triplets and made them emotional, they won't notice.)
==2019==
===Synchronized Shuddering===
2019 (HK)
You could even put both of them in LOCCENT at the time: Xiong sighing and Pentecost scolding. Afterward you have the two of them commiserating about the idiot pilots they have to work with: 
"You think the Weis are bad? You haven't dealt with the Beckets." 
"Hmph. You can tell yours apart." 
"Well, at least neither of us has the Hansens." 
>synchronized shudders<
===Launch Times===
>find the longer version<
Good lord, the madhouse that is your Hong Kong Shatterdome continues to entertain me immensely.
.
HK's allowed to be such a madhouse because their launch times are /amazing- 5 Jaegers can be deployed in less than [a reasonable amount of time- 20 minutes?] (Roof retracts, Typhoon sprints into the harbour, Shaolin gets airlifted from Scramble Alley, and finally the HBs lift out. Nguyen puts a call into accounting to see if Sydney can get such a roof). Getting them back /in the Shatterdome, on the other hand...
HB 3 steals a crane "We're going fishing~!"
HB 1 topples into the harbour: "We're cleaning the Conn-pod!"
Typhoon heads to Disney: "We're giving rides to people!"
===Credit===
In that May battle, Typhoon and the Kaiju deal an incredible amount of damage to each other but Typhoon falls first. 
The Kaiju is pretty much useless at that point, and to quote Ranger Hansen (the younger) "The fuck are we even here? It might as well be dead!" 
The Kaidanvoskys snort, "then Cherno takes kill, yes?" 
At that point the Kaiju starts spurting Blue, like, everywhere, including all over Typhoon so Striker drags it to safety. 
And then the Kaiju falls over and dies without Cherno having to do a thing.
==2020 - 2025==
===Výžit’===
(2020 Q1; originally uploaded 18:21, August 30, 2015)
výžit’ (выжить) (Russian): to squeeze someone out of place; to make someone leave (apartment, work, or study place) by making their stay inconvenient or miserable
Author: puff22_2001 | Genre: angst | Prompter: pickleplum | Relationship: Hermann & Newt | Word Count: 100 | Date: 2020
Newton's music blares obscenely. Hermann nearly breaks his cane in anger.
「Doctor Geizsler! Must you be so aggravating?”
「Hey, I'm not doing anything I didn't do at my other posts. Get used to it, Herms.”
They've only been working together for a few weeks, and already Hermann is at his wits' end.
He knew when they met that Newt hated him. This is only a sad confirmation.
We can never be friends. Hermann thinks as he pulls the plug on Newton's music and engages him in a shouting match.
I so wish that we could be.
Tags: Dictionary of the Heart storyline, K-Science bundle
===Ice Machines ===
2021
Elsa's Castle, Disneyland. Might need some blue paint for the Jaeger, though. 
"The Ministry of Health has declared a heat warning for the city- oh, uh, this just in, the Shatterdome has deployed its Horizon Brave units to key districts. Please check the website for information on when they will be in your area."
=== Badass ===
2022
apocalypsecanceled:
you know other than the bone slums (and even those aren’t exactly dilapidated), every shot we get of hong kong looks relatively wealthy and nice, the buildings are well-furnished with nice exteriors (before gdanger and otachi wreck them anyway), there are expensive cars and shipping containers full of stuff and basically it doesn’t look like a coastal city that regularly gets attacked by kaiju, it looks like a wealthy inland city with all the benefits of a port
GEE I WONDER WHY
#pr: meta #YELLS #CRIMSON TYPHOON #INTO THE ABYSS #pacific rim #pacrim meta #HOW CAREFUL IS CRIMSON TYPHOON THOUGH #how high must HK’s property values have skyrocketed once the triplets started getting deployed #how many kids sneak out of the bunkers after the fourth or fifth time CT fights off a kaiju #just to watch because man #what’s the point of bunkers if the kaiju never even make landfall!! #CT defended HK port seven times #one of those times they fought a kaiju in victoria harbour #the other six times they stood at the mouth of the bay and the kaiju turned and swam away #to attack australia or something #and crimson typhoon would trudge back to shore looking all sad #but then the weis see a bunch of kids on the docks and they flash them a victory sign #also yell at them to get back into the bunkers assholes are you trying to get killed???? #and then the blackhawks come pick CT up for redeployment & backup for whatever poor team is up against the kaiju that gave up on HK #after like the third time a kaiju swerved the other domes started prepping as soon as the breach opened #instead of waiting for the kaiju to change its mind #i know it’s international speak your lang day #but i type much faster in EN HAHA (via apocalypsecanceled)
Typhoon's so badass that Kaiju come barreling up the channel, see a certain Crimson Jaeger, go "nope!", and tear off to bother someone else.
The fourth time a Kaiju tries to flee:
The triplets are all "NOT THIS TIME!!" and tear after it. 
Xiong is quietly hoping "please don't jump and tackle it."
The triplets jump and tackle it. 
Kaiju is nearly squished but it keeps running, dragging Typhoon along with it until it dies of exhaustion or something. 
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Would they count towards the kill count, hmm... Maybe if the Kaiju flees and doesn't get very far because Cherno Alpha gets dropped on its head. Otherwise, case-by-case basis? There must've been a ton of battles and we've six years to play with (was the first /battle/ in 2019 or was that Typhoon's first kill?). In any event, there are many opportunities for Crimson Awesomeness and Kaidanovsky-Wei shenanigans :D 
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But does merely scaring a Kaiju into Cherno's fist enough of an assist to get a tally mark? It definitely earns some badass points. 
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"Look guys, two hands! Look guys, one hand!-"
"Don't you /dare/!" barks Pentecost. 
"Look guys, three hands?" says Jin weakly. 
 
The triplets would probably not argue for kill points initially due to euphoria of OMG WE ARE THE MOST BADASS JAEGER EVER!!!! as the Kaidanovskys quietly arrange to claim the kill, but when they're a bit calmer ....
"The Kaiju wouldn't be there if it weren't for us!" Jin protests. 
"Yes, a lovely assist. Many thanks." 
"If anything," argues Hu, "your crew should get the kill because they dropped you at the right time."
The Russian Contingent show off their jackets. 
(The triplets agree the next time that happens (and there will be a next time), they will mow down/collide with Cherno so no one can tell who smooshed the Kaiju more.)
=== Tea Girls ===
2022
Liong almost objected the first time someone (Taller Kaidanovsky) called him a 'tea girl' but then he realized he really wasn't all that bothered by it. No one could convince him to wear a skirt, however.
===Pinky Fingers===
2023
(In which Mako, testing the closest-to-sentient of all the Jaegers with a new pilot in case of residual Ghost Drift issues (and the Jaeger rejecting the pilot), asks Min to jockey Typhoon.)
Inspired by "the specs for a four-fingered hand because she’s noticed the T-90 pilots are having problems with proprioception and remembering they have pinky fingers when they’re not in their Jaegers" from (and also )
Min's first drop almost lasts an hour. Some interesting side effects included {wondering why the floor crews were walking around with flashlights in broad daylight (it was night and they expected her to be ultra light sensitive which isn't actually a thing, alas, tho she would have triple vision)}, punching a bowl of rice (easily digestible and Mǐn thought she was holding chopsticks (Hu was)), and smearing frosting on noses (the cafeteria made cake and Mǐn didn't know how far away her spoon was). 
The nurse takes Mǐn's hands in thier own. :Wiggle your fingers for me please."
Mǐn wiggles her fingers. 
"All of them."
"I am."
"Take a look, love."
Indeed, Mǐn's littlest fingers stay resolutely still, the wrinkles on her knuckles staring up as if to say, "What? We’re supposed to be doing something?"
Jin snickers. 
"You too, guys. Hands?"
Hu can wiggle all his fingers. 
Jin can't.
 
Jin slinks away to sulk. 
Hu wrestles him to the ground and stays there. 
"Can you try this?" The nurse gently bends Mǐn's little fingers. 
Oh, that's how they work!
Mǐn's right little finger dances with the others. Her left twitches.
 
"Close enough," says the nurse, getting to their feet. "Brain scan first--"
Hu and Jin groan.
 
"And then you can crash. Tang Mǐn?" 
Jin nudged her foot. "Mǐn?"
"Wait- what?"
The nurse sighs . "I'll get a wheelchair."
===Management===
2024 October 
"How do you deal with them, General?"
The departing Marshal of the Hong Kong Shatterdome gives a small shrug. "Essentially, they are each trapped in a pattern of thought which makes it impossible to recognize and accept respect and trust from another without their having to constantly fight for it. So they argue and grumble and shout because they feel they must."
"With Geiszler and his work, well, it's not personal {notes from After}. He's nearly unbreakable. The only person who can really hurt him is Gottlieb and even then he recovers quickly."
"Gottlieb, though, it's always personal. He's either begging for your approval, trying to protect someone or something he cares about, or trying to drive you away before he can start to care about you and what you think. It's about distance and closeness and his own brand of loneliness. He's quite fragile emotionally even if he doesn't necessarily show it. A little praise goes a very long way with him, especially from a ranking officer."
Pentecost hums in acknowledgement. "They sound as opposite as I'd heard, but they seem a relatively simple puzzle."
"They are. I had them sorted within a month of their arrival. They were more ... Fractious back then. They had some ugly history with each other before they got here, so the friction was new and nerves were raw. Now, the behavior is nearly reflex. It's clear they actually do respect, trust, and even grudgingly admire each other, but they seem to be the only two on the base unable to recognize the fact. So we let them argue with each other and only intervene when there's a threat of violence--usually when Geiszler says something ill-advised to a Ranger candidate or other crewmember--and try to keep them on point during briefings. Other than that, we leave them to their own devices. They're the best we've got and the best we've ever had in K-Science. This is how they work best. They bring out the best in each other and we get what we need from them. Whatever their flaws and eccentricities, Mister Pentecost, you can trust them."
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Marshal Xiong Li-hua's Lucky Cricket tells her the truth three days before the official word from PPDC Command arrives. She grinds her teeth and sends a very polite text to her senior staff at the Hong Kong Shatterdome (except for the co-directors of K-Sci because that is more headache than she can face at the moment). 
“Gottlieb and Geiszler will work for food and shelter. The intern must go.”
===Clock===
2025
In an alternate universe, a clock chimes. 
Min rolls out of bed, stumbles down the stairs, and slumps in her chair. 
Tick tock tick tock
Across the table, Liu continues staring at a tea cup. 
Tick tock tick tock 
Still wearing the clothes from the day before. Chances are, the tea is, too.
==Unknown==
===In My Swimming Pool===
(Inspiration)
Let's say the day dawns bright and clear. 
And let's be clear, the sun has barely woken up, let alone any of the non-essential Shatterdome floor staff. 
Min does not fall into this category. She peels off the sheet, rolls out of bed, and navigates to the bathroom without opening her eyes. She finds the shower control out of habit and turns it all the way to cold before stepping in, PJs and all, because today (and for the last week) they would all bow down to their humid oppressors. 
Seriously, it would be easier to just become a fish a swim rather than trying to stay human. 
Five minutes later, Min steps from the shower feeling more alive than she had in the last 18 hours. She hangs up her clothes and digs around for something to wear that would still look decent when it inevitably became limp and damp in the humidity. 
3 different rules prevented any personel from wandering around without shoes, but Heaven help her Min would break any of them in a heartbeat. 
She pulls on a pair of canvas flats anyway. 
Sunglasses in hand, she shuffles out the door, and immediately regrets not putting them on when the light doesn't feel like nails to her eyes. 
"Morning, Quartermaster," calls Xiang-tech. 
Min grunts. 
"Didn't sleep much either, huh?"
"I don't mind the humidity, honest," says Min, "But it's getting a bit difficult to breathe." 
Xiang-tech makes to pat her on the shoulder but voluntarily putting skin into contact with anything would just be gross. "I hear you. 'Parently the heat's gonna break tonight or tomorrow."
"And with any luck we won't be fish," replies Min. 
Xiang-tech laughs, and, as they reaches the cafeteria, waves goodbye. 
Min stumbles to Shatterbucks, trips, and gets tangled up in something plastic. When she finally stops moving, her palms and knees sting and she realizes she's been taken out by an empty kiddie pool. 
"What the hell're you doing?" snarls Ranger Hansen (the youngest). 
Where in the Shatterdome did he get a gardening hose?
The hell'm I—what are you doing? Trying for some 'how many necks can I break' record? 
"May I recommend assembling your ..." Min doesn't have a word for this. "Somewhere with less traffic?" 
"You may not." Ranger Hansen turns on the gardening hose. "You may also fuck off." 
Min stands slowly. "That will not be possible, Ranger." Brushes off her knees. "I work fifteen meters away." 
"Then why're you still here?" he sneers. 
Do not hurt the Ranger do not hurt the Ranger do not hurt the Ranger
She bows. "Of course, Ranger. If you would excuse me."
"Whatever." 
===Max===
It may be late at night, early afternoon, or sometime in the morning. Min only knows that it's quiet. For all she knows, the war's over and everyone had left. 
Jingle Jingle Jingle
Min leans over the counter ... and just keeps leaning and finally braces her arms on top and lifts herself up. 
There stands a dog, staring up at her. 
"Are you lost?" she asks. 
The dog licks its nose. 
"Are you lost?" she asked, this time in English. 
He sits down and scratches his ear. 
"That's not a good spot," says Min. She gathers a bunch of dish towels and lays them out in a less-busy corner of Shatterbucks. "C'mere!" she calls. 
Max walks closer (Min can hear him from behind the counter). Max walks farther. 
Max returns to his original spot. 
Min shuffles to the counter door and crawls through. 
Max's eyes light up and he waddles over. 
"Good dog," says Min, scratching his ears, "I made you a bed." 
He follows her to the pile and lies down happily. 
Min returns to her stool (and that awful practice quiz). 
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"Oi!" shouts Ranger Hansen (the youngest). "Seen my dog?"
Min tilts her stool onto its back legs and peers down at the cupboard she'd opened by her feet. 
Max, from his nest in said cupboard, whines and licks her ankle. 
She looks back at Ranger Hansen. "Small, fat, wrinkly?"
"You know any other dogs around here?"
==Dress==
(Everyone lives!AU)
"Guys, this is way too much," Min insists. "Do you know how much one of these goes for? Fifteen grand, at least."
"Fifty thousand, my dear," says the designer, sweeping into the room, "But how would you know that, little gem? You've had far more important things to do than worry about silly clothes."
"I wouldn't call them silly," Min mumbles. 
"They're my clothes, little gem, I will call them what I want. And don't worry about insulting me; I've developed quite a thick skin over the years." 
"Even if I say they're ridiculously gaudy that no one in their right mind would wear?"
"You're difficult to impress, I like that."
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