Raleigh Becket (
dontchaserabbits) wrote2013-07-17 09:55 am
First Drift.
Pentecost is an idiot. It's the only truth that keeps coming back around to Raleigh's mind as he's getting suited up for his first test run with the new and improved Gipsy Danger.
It won't just be him, though - it'll be Raleigh plus whatever half-witted Academy 'prodigy' who passes all the tests without an ounce of combat skills --
"Am I piloting this by myself now?" Raleigh asks the air, running through all the pre-Drift procedures for a test run. Even as he asks not expecting an answer, the computer's robotic female voice intones, "Pilot Two onboard."
"Mako?"
Maybe Pentecost isn't an idiot.
"You look good."
It won't just be him, though - it'll be Raleigh plus whatever half-witted Academy 'prodigy' who passes all the tests without an ounce of combat skills --
"Am I piloting this by myself now?" Raleigh asks the air, running through all the pre-Drift procedures for a test run. Even as he asks not expecting an answer, the computer's robotic female voice intones, "Pilot Two onboard."
"Mako?"
Maybe Pentecost isn't an idiot.
"You look good."

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Because she's going to see all of them, all at once, immediately.
When he finally notices Mako's hand on his arm, she pulls back almost instantaneously. This is going to be --
"Okay, Gipsy," Tendo calls in their ears. "Lining up nicely. Get ready."
The HUD displaying the test-run diagnostics pops up, better and clearer than he remembers. "Great job on the restoration, Mako."
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"Mr. Choi was the leader on this project," she points out, feeling the need to clarify.
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"You can't count on others to always offer it to you."
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Neural bridge initializing.
Outside, in the Shatterdome, everything stills to a stop. One could, quite literally, hear a pin drop. Mr. Choi begins the countdown.
"Initiating neural handshake in ten, nine, eight..."
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"Here it comes."
Exhale. Remember to breathe. It always sucks the first time back.
"Watch the memories go by, like they don't belong to you."
Inhale. Exhale. "Don't chase the rabbit."
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"Don't get attached to them in the Drift. Keep in the flow -- the Drift is silence."
It's harder than it sounds, Mako. Be careful, he thinks at her.
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Spike Spiegel - Neil Armstrong - Winston Churchill - Towa Tei - Paul McCartney - a Sasuke champion)
Mom
Dad
What is that alarm?
Red shoes one of my laces broke Mom Dad ---
But then Raleigh's head comes back into it again: Yancy where are you?
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In the silence, they both twitch ever so slightly.
Gipsy Danger raises her right arm.
"Neural handshake one-hundred percent. Holding strong and steady."
Gipsy Danger lifts her left arm.
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At the moment, Raleigh isn't sure if he's talking or thinking at Mako. Either way, she's hearing/feeling/understanding him.
"The Jaeger is an extension of yourself."
Like swords. Masao Mori, swordsman, and his daughter. Had he died?
Yancy again. And again.
Right hand meets left.
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She can feel him too, at the fringes of her consciousness, a small nudge here and there - but not enough to sway her focus yet.
He steps into the defensive stance, and she mirrors him.
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Gipsy belongs to Yancy and Raleigh Becket. Nobody else.
Flickering connection on the HUD handshake display. Oh no.
Mako I didn't mean that --
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Peace rolls over her, and Gipsy performs the first initial move set perfectly.
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He does. So does Mako.
But he knows already he's about to see more of her head than she's prepared for.
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Gipsy Danger stutters in the transition from an offensive to a defensive move.
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Raleigh hazards a look to Mako, to check up, but all he sees is himself.
He is Yancy now, here, in his head - their head - Gipsy's head.
No no no
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She's there, watching helplessly, as the kaiju yanks him out of sight.
Gipsy spasms, as if fending off an invisible opponent.
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Gipsy's right arm tenses and lifts, ready to defend against long-dead Knifehead.
Raleigh saw it - sees it all the time - but now Mako saw, and this is all new.
But then it starts to snow in the Conn-Pod. Snowing grey ashes.
"Mako, we have to get it together. Don't get stuck in a moment. Don't follow it -- "
But now the ground underneath their feet is asphalt, and not chasing the rabbit is advice that's too little, too late.
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Her stockings are dirty and torn - they're brand-new, she thinks. Her mother and father had told her to dress nice for today.
The red shoe in her hand is broken, laces trailing past her fingertips. She glances back behind her, down the street, at the rumbling that sounds like an earthquake.
The kaiju explodes into view, roaring, crushing a building with a sweep of its hand. Mako screams, scrabbling to get away.
She can't outrun it. She can only try to hide long enough to survive.
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"Mako, this isn't real. You have to snap out of it. This -- "
-- is a twenty-story crab with a segmented yaw of a mouth roaring through Tokyo streets, and Mako thinks - thought - hiding behind a dumpster would save her.
Jesus.
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And yet she cannot help herself.
"He told me to wait for him. He said - he would be right back."
The street quakes with each step.
"He said monsters aren't real."
She hides. There is nothing else she can do. She hides and holds tightly to the shoe.
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But he is just a man this child doesn't know.
In the Conn-Pod, the weapons cannon powers up.
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She raises her arms to protect herself.
WEAPONS SYSTEM ENGAGED.
Then something snatches the kaiju out of sight. From where she crouches, the street is empty, and she slowly gets to her feet, covering her ears at further deafening sounds.
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(A million miles away, he can hear Tendo and Herc and Stacker yelling in the LOCCENT, trying to disengage power.)
All he can do is be a specter over her shoulder, and follow her when the tiny (she's so tiny) moves out from behind the dumpster.
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When she rises to her feet again, she walks out of the alley, towards the street.
The kaiju is dead, its wounds still smoking. And then she sees the giant robot towering above it all, larger than even the kaiju.
One of its arms is damaged, and she gasps as a hatch opens at the top of its head, a man crawling out to look down on her -
Sensei.
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It all makes sense - out of everything else here, this makes the most sense.
And then out there - someone pulls the plug.
WEAPONS SYSTEM POWERING DOWN
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The neural handshake breaks apart, and she slumps to her knees, arms limp by her sides.
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Gipsy Danger is shutting down (again) around him.
But that's not the problem.
Raleigh springs over to Mako's hemisphere controls, pulling her (still tiny) body into his lap. He doesn't even notice he is rocking back and forth.
"It's okay, Mori-san. Come back. It's okay."
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But she's still coming out of the Drift, overwhelmed by sense and memory, and she just blinks up at him.
It is not okay.
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"Don't move just yet. Please?"
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She eases onto her side and closes her eyes against the pricking of tears.
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For a million little things.
"It's my fault - you shouldn't have had to see that. You shouldn't have had to see Yancy -- "
Or what could happen to either of them, when and if they ever get deployed.
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She would've had to be naive not to realize that, and yet the suddenness of the memory, with its grief and death, still grips her tight.
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"I saw." She has to be aware of that, at least. "Marshal and Onibaba and you. The red shoes.
"Don't regret me seeing it."
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No regrets. But if she said she wasn't apprehensive about what lies ahead, it would be a lie.
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The medic gets glared at; Tendo waves him off.
"Marshal wants to see you ASAP."
Of course he does.
It's going to be a long day.