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[May 14] [Pacific Rim] Wildfire
Title: Wildfire
Day/Theme:
14. ilunga (forgive the first time, tolerate the second, never a third)Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 14 of 31,
Two more Gullinbursti had been brought down in as many days. The Mokushi Danger had been able to fine tune one of is ballistics to snipe them. Since the creatures' skulls were almost solid armor, the only vulnerable spot was between the shoulder blade protrusions. A hit anywhere else would send it sprawling and tear it open, but it would get back up again and leave a poison trail wherever it ran. The rest had gone to ground as soon as their packmates had been killed. They were tiny compared to the jaeger and hid in the mine tunnels and buildings. It was like a bear trying to catch individual bees. Newt had been taking the dead creatures apart cell at a time to try to give them something helpful, but in the meantime, they had added thermal vision to the list of things they might need in the future.
Newt had finally been cleared to examine the human bodies and found that most of them had died of poison. The pig-like bristles were actually poisonous spines and carried a toxin similar to that of the blue ringed octopus. The Precursors hadn't completely given up on the ocean, then. The bad news was that getting a face full of the spines meant an adult human only had a minute to live. The good news was that you might be too busy dying to feel the tusks or the acidic drool. That stuff had already eaten through three pairs of gloves.
"I need one alive," Newt muttered. Hermann made an agreeing noise without actually saying anything. That was fine. He was busy too. He had his job and he was doing it. Newt's job was to end this. Silence all the voices once and for all. There had to be a way to use the hivemind against them. If he could get a living one, he could find a way to infect it with something that would spread to all the others like wildfire. How to do it without hurting Hermann though? And Newt was hoping to survive as well. He and Hermann never had gotten the time to finish what they had started with their second Drift.
Hermann might not approve of this anyway. Newt felt a little sick every time he thought about it. He had been in a cold sweat since he had decided to go forward. But they had made him think about hurting Hermann, about turning on him. And for that, they could suffer as much as Newt could make them. He had made himself so annoying that Hermann had been forced to block him out a little to work. He didn't want Hermann knowing what he was trying to do. It couldn't be kept a secret forever, so Newt had to make progress before he was caught. As much as a relief it would be to be caught and stopped from doing it, it still had to be done.
Day/Theme:
14. ilunga (forgive the first time, tolerate the second, never a third)Series: Pacific Rim
Character/Pairing: Hermann/Newt
Rating: part 14 of 31,
Two more Gullinbursti had been brought down in as many days. The Mokushi Danger had been able to fine tune one of is ballistics to snipe them. Since the creatures' skulls were almost solid armor, the only vulnerable spot was between the shoulder blade protrusions. A hit anywhere else would send it sprawling and tear it open, but it would get back up again and leave a poison trail wherever it ran. The rest had gone to ground as soon as their packmates had been killed. They were tiny compared to the jaeger and hid in the mine tunnels and buildings. It was like a bear trying to catch individual bees. Newt had been taking the dead creatures apart cell at a time to try to give them something helpful, but in the meantime, they had added thermal vision to the list of things they might need in the future.
Newt had finally been cleared to examine the human bodies and found that most of them had died of poison. The pig-like bristles were actually poisonous spines and carried a toxin similar to that of the blue ringed octopus. The Precursors hadn't completely given up on the ocean, then. The bad news was that getting a face full of the spines meant an adult human only had a minute to live. The good news was that you might be too busy dying to feel the tusks or the acidic drool. That stuff had already eaten through three pairs of gloves.
"I need one alive," Newt muttered. Hermann made an agreeing noise without actually saying anything. That was fine. He was busy too. He had his job and he was doing it. Newt's job was to end this. Silence all the voices once and for all. There had to be a way to use the hivemind against them. If he could get a living one, he could find a way to infect it with something that would spread to all the others like wildfire. How to do it without hurting Hermann though? And Newt was hoping to survive as well. He and Hermann never had gotten the time to finish what they had started with their second Drift.
Hermann might not approve of this anyway. Newt felt a little sick every time he thought about it. He had been in a cold sweat since he had decided to go forward. But they had made him think about hurting Hermann, about turning on him. And for that, they could suffer as much as Newt could make them. He had made himself so annoying that Hermann had been forced to block him out a little to work. He didn't want Hermann knowing what he was trying to do. It couldn't be kept a secret forever, so Newt had to make progress before he was caught. As much as a relief it would be to be caught and stopped from doing it, it still had to be done.