Team Striker Eureka

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== Chain of Command ==
Note: Marshal and LOCCENT Commander for a Jaeger team depends on the 'Dome in overall command of a given deployment and thus various drop-to-drop.
* Ranger, Command: Herc Hansen (2 Nov 2019 - 4 Jan 2025); Stacker Pentecost (5 Jan 2025)
* Ranger: Chuck Hansen (2 Nov 2019 - 5 Jan 2025)
* Handler: Derek Jones (2 Nov 2019 - 5 Jan 2025)
* Chief J-Tech Officer: 
** Head Drivesuit Technician: Antonia D'arcy
** Head, Jaeger Maintenance: TBD Kelly
*** Mechanic Team Leader(s):
**** Mechanic(s):
** Head, Deployment Team:
* Quartermaster: Ryan Campbell (2 Nov 2019 - 5 Jan 2025)
** Adjunct Quartermaster:
** Assistant Quartermaster:
*** Quartermasterling(s):
==Gallery==
Striker Boots tumblr n4mu78EDjN1rjz9hvo1 1280.jpg|Herc and Chuck's boots, sourced from here.
Striker Boots tumblr n4mu78EDjN1rjz9hvo3 r1 1280.jpg|1970s Alpinestars Hi-Point motocross boots, sourced from here.
==Headcanons==
===Songs===
Chuck's song: Constantines: “Tiger & Crane“ 
===Handshake===
by yesmissmori: 
: We’re never given hard numbers around how strong the Drift has to be in order to successfully interface with a Jaeger, but we can infer from Stacker’s comment about the Kaidonovskys having the strongest handshake on record that there is variation among the teams.
: Maybe the Hansen’s initial handshake was at the bare minimum to control Striker. Maybe the techs in Sydney crossed their fingers and held their breath every time they deployed, wondering if this was the time it would all fall apart. The readings are all over the place, they come close to falling out of sync at least twice before they even make it out of the Shatterdome…
: And then every time, as soon as they see whatever monster they’ve been tasked with destroying, the spikes on the monitors snap together like magnets and someone in LOCCENT gets to say “They’re stable,” and there’s a collective sigh of relief and maybe a smattering of applause because they know that once they’ve stabilized it’ll stay that way until the fight is over.
: There’s a lot of resentment and a lot of hurt and anger, but their shared hatred of the Kaiju is even stronger than that. They’re a couple of people who don’t know how to fix their own screwed up relationship, because it’s intangible and messy, but killing some fuckin’ monsters? Now that is a concrete idea that each of them can trust the other to understand. That’s an appropriate target for Chuck’s anger. 
: That’s how the pilot team with the most volatile relationship ends up being the pilot team with the most kills, because every single patch on their jackets marks a literal battle with a demon that they can vanquish in the physical plane, but not in their heads. 
Shmoo92, I’m currently thinking this should be worked into our universe, though I think I might have a different spin on why there’s instability (given they’ve both got nice KTSTRs) and why it stabilizes when it does.
I've kinda been thinking about this since I realized that the Suits would have to test Herc and Chuckles together while Pietr was still in Sydney before making the call to switch them, maybe under the guise of making Herc /Striker's Spare. (I also have no doubt that if this is how it's spun, they hook Pietr and Herc together first for plausible deniability; which will only deepen that connection between Herc and Pietr as adopted father and son.)
So, here we have Herc and Chuck, who don't know how to relate to each other, don't know how to talk to each other, don't really know all that much about each other, with their fairly widely divergent COROs.
The fateful 18-point gap: Both Wash and Herc have COROs 18 points away from Chuckles'. And we can see the boy feels as terrible as he can about 'breaking' Wash. How afraid is he going to be of messing up his old man? Who, since Scott's already gone, is the only family he has left? How long is he going to hold his breath every time they connect out of fear this is going to be the time something goes wrong? He knows Herc's already gotten tossed out of a Drift once and almost died in Manila because of it.
Guilt guilt guilt: Our Herc (and all Hercs to various degrees) have a lot of guilt they're carrying forward. He 'stole' his brother's girl, he couldn't save his wife's life, he let Scott take the fall for his mistake in /Lucky Seven, he knows his parenting is awful, he's raised a child soldier ('Did I force him into this? Could I--should I--have prevented this? Stacker's managed to keep his girl on the sidelines [so far] ....'). Chuck's not doing much better, he's got survivor's guilt for living when his mum didn't and knowing that he's been kind of an asshole to his dad his whole life. 
More fear: Chuck's got a few more issues. He's got a damn legend for a dad and he desperately wants to live up to that. He's got his rep as the best Academy student everywhere to live up to, too. He's a perfectionist. He's uncompromising. 
Both of them are going to be trying to keep the other from seeing this. So they're not letting memories and impressions wash over them, they're fighting every step of the way to filter and present only what they want.
Then the orders come down or the Kaiju lumbers into view and their full concentration is engaged by the mission. They're not really father and son anymore. They're both the soldiers they were raised as. They know /exactly how to do this, know /exactly how to relate to each other in this context, no more fear about screwing the other up or worrying about how they've screwed each other up in the past. There's a job to do, they're the best in the world at doing that job, and, goddammit, they're gonna do it.
And the alignment snaps to its maximum as they stop fighting each other and themselves and get on with it.
==Scraps==
===Warm===
Striker's earliest memories, though vague, come when zher's pilots Drift with zher the first time.
The sensation is like nothing Striker knows and the encompassing warmth is full of many things Striker cannot not name.
As the pilots go through the steady pattern of basic combat forms, Striker hums in contentment. The sharp and wonderful feeling of zher's blade coming down in Striker's favorite part of this hazy memory, until one of zher's pilots says something zher will never forget:
---This Jaeger will kick ass, Chuck.
---Hell yeah and we'll be the best pilots out there. Chuck grins fiercely at his co-pilot and zher presses softly against both of them. Hey, you wanna visit the Doc with me?
---Can't. Griet's expecting a call. Her fuse's getting shorter and I'm not risking her temper, laughs Pietr as they disengage from their positions locked in Striker's Conn-pod, flexing their hands to keep them from stiffening after so long holding the gauntlets.
Chuck laughs, too. ---Yer crazy, mate. Giant monsters out there and yer afraid of your wife.
Striker's memory gets hazy, but sharpens as Pietr speaks through the pilots' bond.
---Wait for me, alright? 
A flash of warmth surges down the faint pathway Striker shares with him. 
--Something's changed. I wanna check it out.
---It's not like this'll be our last time with her.
---She feels different. Here. Pietr grabs Chuck's hand and presses it against the Blue-resistant glass of Striker's visor.
Striker feels it straight to zher's core. 
---See?
Both pilots smile at the new warmth Striker radiates and they stand for a long moment together.
Striker knows this pair will be zher's and zher will be theirs for a very long time to come as zher slips back to sleep.
===Hurt===
The second awakening hurts and Striker reaches out to Pietr and Chuck for comfort but finds a stranger and Chuck instead.
Wordless shock and hurt flash down Striker's link to Chuck. Where? Zher presses closer to the familiar presence.
Resentment bubbles from Chuck as he shows Pietr sent to what Striker understood to be a place FAR AWAY from Striker.
---Chuck, who are you—oh not again, the stranger groans through the bond and there's a flash of a Jaeger who isn't Striker but feels familiar. Don't tell me this happens to every Jaeger I fuckin' touch.
---What'd ya mean, old man? Chuck's confusion flares through the link and Striker's follows close behind.
---Your Jaeger woke up. Probably with you and your old co-pilot if the resentment's any sign, the stranger responds with a put-upon sigh.
---Not Pietr. Why?
---Kaiju. Chuck explains with a memory of a battle pulled from the stranger's mind. And that's my old man.
---'Herc' if you're not too keen on the fact that Chuck and I are related.
---Kaiju bad. Striker is Jaeger. Striker fight Kaiju? Striker asks, still unsure as to why Pietr wasn't good enough.
---There we go. You're a lot faster at this talkin' thing than Lucky was.
---Oh. But why ... Rrrgh. Striker may be faster but words are still HARD to form properly.
---Why am I here in Pietr's place? Herc snorts dryly as he flexes Striker's digits and servo with special care.
---YES. 
---If nothing else, Herc is good at reading between the lines. ---The suits said so. I was more than happy to retire, tyke.
---A visual of severe humans with unforgiving faces makes Striker growl. Should show them Kaiju up close, Striker grumbles with a flare of anger. Pietr was MY pilot.
---Posessive, Herc laughs 
Striker rattles the T-16 Angel wings in warning.
---Yes. My pilot; Chuck's co-pilot. They fit good. You are different. But ... not bad fit, Striker admits with a nudge against the other end of the bond. Would not accept anyone aside from Pietr or you.
---Count me as flattered, sprog.
.
---Oh, you've been awake before. The voice isn't Pietr, Chuck, OR Herc. 
Striker still listens carefully anyway and accepts the link to the warm, welcoming voice. ---Yes. Is that bad? zher asks quietly. You are?
---No, of course not. Oh. I'm Coyote Tango.
Striker searches in Herc's mind and finds the Jaeger that felt familiar but wasn't.
---Coyote? Thought you had this one.
Confused, Striker mutters as Striker pulls back a little.
---That makes three of us, mate. So we'll start with th' basics, yeah? Bloke, sheila or other? asks the other Jaeger with a casualness Striker knows isn't forced.
---Not ... sure?
---See? Cute but very, very confused, Lucky.
---Ah. You haven't decided yet. Alright then, Strike, tell ya what. You do some research; we'll teach ya how before ya go back, but I need ya ta decide. C'n ya do that? Lucky seems to pick up on Striker's dilemma easily.
Striker can see that Lucky got it from Herc. Yes.
---Great. Listen, since your pilots seem to know already, have you Drifted with any other humans? Coyote asks with the quiet urgency which plagued Chuck during the Drift with Pietr.
---One other pilot but he will not tell, Striker announces with confidence.
.
Striker gently brushes the distant and faint end of another link. ---Hello?
The mind Striker touches quiets immediately.
---Hello?
---Chuck?
---No. Striker.
---Chuck, this isn't funny.
---Not Chuck. Striker.
---What are you?
---Jaeger.
---How're you ....
---Not sure. One moment, nothing. Next, you and Chuck and warm. Next, Chuck and Herc and not you. Confused.
---Oh. Hello, then. Sorry I didn't know you were there. If I did, I wouldn't have left you to the Hansens, Pietr chuckles and a tide of warmth rolls over Striker through the link.
Striker hums.
---Where are you?
---Back home with my wife and daughter. Not sleeping.* Pietr's tone is tired, but amused.
---Far from Striker?
---Yeah. Don't know when I'll see you again. The bosses have other plans for us.
Striker growls and back in Sydney Striker's wings tremble.
---Not worth being angry. Focus on keeping Chuck and Herc safe, alright?
---Yes. YES.
---A pang of something both warm and frightened flashes from Pietr. You can hang about if you like, but I need to focus on Anniek now.
---You keep me secret?
---Of course. You're safe with me.
---Thank you.
Striker pulls back, but hovers close to Striker's lost pilot, soaking in the warmth he radiates as he holds a tiny human in his arms.
===Cuddles===
---Pietr's here! Striker zips back and forth along zher's pilot bonds; zher has to fight to keep zher's frame still. All of Striker's favorite humans are in the same place for the first time since zher's been awake and zher can barely contain the happiness. Chuck ..., Striker whines, sharply prodding at zher's pilot through their link.
"Nooo ...."
"Striker got ya, too?"
"Too early," Chuck grumbles into his pillow. According to Striker's chronometer it's eight in the morning and Chuck's tired from patrol.
---Pietr's here! On the grounds, drongo! Just got here. C'mooooon. I know ya missed him!
Chuck sighs as he rolls over and Herc wordlessly hands him a cup of coffee exactly the way he likes it.
"Indulge zher. Striker hasn't been this excited before and zher is still a [tyke]," Herc says with a shrug, gently soothing Striker's excitement and tempering it with a wave of calm.
"Okay, okay. I'm up."
---Pietr, he's up! And Herc's bringing coffee and'll probably get to you first! Too many people here ta do what I want!
---And what do you wanna do, bokkie?* Pietr's amusement is clear 
Striker purrs in happiness.---This. Zher shows him a memory zher of cradling Chuck close.
---Wasn't expecting that.
---Wanna be close to you. I miss you so much!
---Not happy with your pair of Hansens? Pietr teases.
---Doesn't mean I can't wanna cuddle you, too, zher sulks.
---'Course it doesn't. The more, the merrier when there are cuddles.*
---YAY!
A wave of warmth flows through their link. ---You're a lot like Anniek, Striker. Sometimes I think [I have two kids--
Herc comes into view.
---ooo, coffee.
Herc grunts, hands him a mug.]
::Thanks. Just what I needed.::
Herc hands over the coffee, smiling into his own cup when Pietr unintentionally hums with pleasure. "Long flight?"
::Fifteen hours. Cargo. My back may never recover.:: Pietr stretches exaggeratedly.
Herc winces in sympathy. "[Hopefully] your stay'll be quiet."
::Chuck go back to bed?::
Herc shrugs. "He's damn slow mornings, 'specially after patrol."
Pietr snorts.
---C'mon! Faster! Striker squeaks, even as zher vicariously enjoys the taste of black coffee along with the sensations from Chuck and Herc.
::Jaegers first?:: Pietr asks with a raised an eyebrow.
"Probably best that way."
---CHUCK!
---OI! Keep it down! I'm comin', I'm comin'.
===Angela===
(Commentary from "Chuckles is Wash" (2014/10/17))
(Also, remind me to direct your attention to your clairvoyance about Griet-Anniek-Angela)
I'm clairvoyant? /Coooooool.
Pickle the Clairvoyant:
A hazy memory of a small blonde girl with bright blue eyes surfaces.
She looks like Angela.
Herc startles and the Drift wavers. He shakes his head and reins it in.
Patrol ends.
“There’s a baby in your head. Who is she?” He braces for harsh words.
Chuck’s answer is soft. “Anniek. Pietr’s daughter. Why?”
“First time seeing her.”
“‘Fraid I was hiding something?”
Herc grunts. “She looks a bit like yer mum.”
Chuck blinks, then spins on his heel.
Oh lord. I'd forgotten about that and the shared gene pool we created! Hah! I'm a genius!
Yes, yes you are *heaps praises upon thee* 
===Dossier: Chuckles===
Document Type: Pan Pacific Defense Corps Personnel Dossier Summary
Date: 1 July 2024
Subject: R-CHAN_512.66-D
Name: Charles Victor Hansen
Assigned Team: Rangers, ID R-CHAN_512.66-D
Date of Active Service: 1 January 2018
Current Service Status: Active, based Sydney Shatterdome
Biography:
Born 14 August 2003, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia. Australian citizen. Parents Hercules (q.v., also an active-duty Ranger) and Angela (deceased).
Graduated Jaeger Academy in December 2017. Left hemisphere pilot of the Mark V Jaeger /Striker Eureka. First combat deployment 28 November 2019, brought down kaiju. subsequent kills.
===Dossier: Herc===
Document Type: Pan Pacific Defense Corps Personnel Dossier Summary
Date: 1 July 2024
Subject: R-HHAN_832.84-G
Name: Hercules Donovan Hansen
Assigned Team: Rangers, ID R-HHAN_832.84-G
Date of Active Service: 1 July 2015
Current Service Status: Active, based Sydney Shatterdome
Biography:
Born 10 November 1980, Pyla, Cyprus. Australian citizen. Parents Donovan and Tess (both deceased). Older brother Scott (q.v., a former Ranger). Married wife Angela (d. 2014) xx xxx 2003. Son Charles born 14 August 2003 (q.v., also an active-duty Ranger).
Graduated Jaeger Academy in June 2015. Left hemisphere pilot of the Mark I Jaeger /Lucky Seven. First combat deployment 27 October 2015, brought down kaiju Mafui'e. Three subsequent kills with /Lucky Seven and copilot Scott Hansen.
Right hemisphere (command) pilot of the Mark V Jaeger /Striker Eureka. First combat deployment with this Jaeger 28 November 2019, brought down kaiju. subsequent kills.
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