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[May 9] [Pacific Rim] Without
Title: Without
Day/Theme: 9. saudade (longing for that which you love and which is lost)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 9 of 31, Herc's POV
The new batch of Kaiju were smaller yet again, though not by much. About the size of a full-grown moose, they had bristles and tusks and a sloping back like a wild boar. Newt kept pausing the footage to point out details, like the scales down the sides and the long, crocodilian tail that were decidely not mammalian. There was something else too, a bioluminescence that flickered over the bristles. They were tearing through the city and the locals' houses stood no chance.
Most of the video was blurry, which frustrated Newt no end. He wanted a better look. Hermann was just trying to figure out how many there actually were. There might have been more than five, but it was hard to tell. Helicopters had been sent in. Most of the footage was aerial which was probably a good idea because nothing was able to get close to the things. They tore houses and buildings wide open with the tusks and went in snorting.
"Gullinbursti Class," Newt said suddenly. "That's what I'm calling them."
"I'm not even going to ask," Hermann said. He had already gotten one of his personal computer programs to start pinpointing and numbering the creatures on the video to try and figure out how many.
"Then you're never going to know," Newt sang back. There was a chime from the computer and a new video was sent in. "Omigod, Hermann! Hermann, look!" The new video had a good aerial shot of the whole town and they could see the pack moving through it.
"I definitely see eight," Hermann said. "Send it to me, so I can scan it." They both bustled and scurried, and Marshall Hanson watched them in between watching the footage. They handed each other things without being asked, or even being aware of it, all the while, talking and bickering and still being focused on their work. Drift Compatible, no doubt. It hadn't been that way for him and Chuck. They were Compatible, sure, but they had never been connected. They had been like gears in the machine, slotted together and doing their jobs, but still always separate. Not like this, like two halves of a brain actually functioning as a whole.
Years old grief flared and twisted deep down, like a swallowed ember. He hadn't had anyone since Chuck and Pentecost had saved them all. When the Breach had opened again in Norilsk, he had nightmares that the creatures coming out were actually the fallen jaegers, remade and sent back to destroy their original makers. He was the most experienced jaeger pilot left alive in the world right now, but he had no partner. He had been dreading the tests to find someone he could be Compatible with, but he had also been cautiously hopeful that his empty places might not be empty forever.
But now, the new jaegers might not need two pilots. Even if he was able to pilot one, he would have to do it alone. There would be no partner, no connection. He would still be alone. He shuddered and hugged his arms close, watching all the action. A J-Tech with a bluetooth scuttled over to tell him that none of the new categories had been killed or captured yet, but the bodies of the dead humans were going to be shipped in for study. There was some confusion about getting family permission when not all the bodies were recognizable and some whole families were dead. Hanson just nodded his approval and people scampered away to do it. Without him. This time, he was grateful for it. Dead children, dead parents, dead friends… Being the one left alive at the end was hard to bear.
Day/Theme: 9. saudade (longing for that which you love and which is lost)
Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 9 of 31, Herc's POV
The new batch of Kaiju were smaller yet again, though not by much. About the size of a full-grown moose, they had bristles and tusks and a sloping back like a wild boar. Newt kept pausing the footage to point out details, like the scales down the sides and the long, crocodilian tail that were decidely not mammalian. There was something else too, a bioluminescence that flickered over the bristles. They were tearing through the city and the locals' houses stood no chance.
Most of the video was blurry, which frustrated Newt no end. He wanted a better look. Hermann was just trying to figure out how many there actually were. There might have been more than five, but it was hard to tell. Helicopters had been sent in. Most of the footage was aerial which was probably a good idea because nothing was able to get close to the things. They tore houses and buildings wide open with the tusks and went in snorting.
"Gullinbursti Class," Newt said suddenly. "That's what I'm calling them."
"I'm not even going to ask," Hermann said. He had already gotten one of his personal computer programs to start pinpointing and numbering the creatures on the video to try and figure out how many.
"Then you're never going to know," Newt sang back. There was a chime from the computer and a new video was sent in. "Omigod, Hermann! Hermann, look!" The new video had a good aerial shot of the whole town and they could see the pack moving through it.
"I definitely see eight," Hermann said. "Send it to me, so I can scan it." They both bustled and scurried, and Marshall Hanson watched them in between watching the footage. They handed each other things without being asked, or even being aware of it, all the while, talking and bickering and still being focused on their work. Drift Compatible, no doubt. It hadn't been that way for him and Chuck. They were Compatible, sure, but they had never been connected. They had been like gears in the machine, slotted together and doing their jobs, but still always separate. Not like this, like two halves of a brain actually functioning as a whole.
Years old grief flared and twisted deep down, like a swallowed ember. He hadn't had anyone since Chuck and Pentecost had saved them all. When the Breach had opened again in Norilsk, he had nightmares that the creatures coming out were actually the fallen jaegers, remade and sent back to destroy their original makers. He was the most experienced jaeger pilot left alive in the world right now, but he had no partner. He had been dreading the tests to find someone he could be Compatible with, but he had also been cautiously hopeful that his empty places might not be empty forever.
But now, the new jaegers might not need two pilots. Even if he was able to pilot one, he would have to do it alone. There would be no partner, no connection. He would still be alone. He shuddered and hugged his arms close, watching all the action. A J-Tech with a bluetooth scuttled over to tell him that none of the new categories had been killed or captured yet, but the bodies of the dead humans were going to be shipped in for study. There was some confusion about getting family permission when not all the bodies were recognizable and some whole families were dead. Hanson just nodded his approval and people scampered away to do it. Without him. This time, he was grateful for it. Dead children, dead parents, dead friends… Being the one left alive at the end was hard to bear.