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aperture_high2013-10-26 01:32 am
raced_god) wrote in aperture_high2013-10-26 01:32 am
BOUNTY HUNTERS DO PACRIM THE MOVIE THE GAME THE ANIME THE AU
Falcon set foot on the helipad at the Anchorage Shatterdome and immediately wanted to turn around and leave.
He couldn't, of course, because it was either this or never pilot a Jaeger again, but the snow and the cold and the wet and the dark six months a year were definitely things he was going to complain about. The whole place was a far cry from Los Angeles, he decided, and he hadn't even seen the inside yet.
Cold and gloomy and terrible, he figured.
He should have been grateful, really. Most pilots who struck out never rode again--he'd just been lucky in the sense that what knocked him out of commission wasn't his fault. Still, reassignment always smarted, especially when he was out a partner because, in his absence, she'd started drifting better with someone else.
So that was where he stood, pulling his parka tight, waiting on the helipad in fucking Alaska, not wanting to go in because that meant paperwork, and simulations, and co-pilot candidates that he didn't want, and a marshal he didn't want to listen to, and a new Jaeger that wasn't his. As the landing crew led him inside where he'd be received, he wondered if he'd have been better off quitting the program after all.
He couldn't, of course, because it was either this or never pilot a Jaeger again, but the snow and the cold and the wet and the dark six months a year were definitely things he was going to complain about. The whole place was a far cry from Los Angeles, he decided, and he hadn't even seen the inside yet.
Cold and gloomy and terrible, he figured.
He should have been grateful, really. Most pilots who struck out never rode again--he'd just been lucky in the sense that what knocked him out of commission wasn't his fault. Still, reassignment always smarted, especially when he was out a partner because, in his absence, she'd started drifting better with someone else.
So that was where he stood, pulling his parka tight, waiting on the helipad in fucking Alaska, not wanting to go in because that meant paperwork, and simulations, and co-pilot candidates that he didn't want, and a marshal he didn't want to listen to, and a new Jaeger that wasn't his. As the landing crew led him inside where he'd be received, he wondered if he'd have been better off quitting the program after all.