I am done with this chapter. It took too long.
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So that went better than I had feared, but worse than I had hoped. I'll need to help rebuild the hand on Gipsy. Also I hope Yancy didn't lose his hand because that would suck for him. Probably should look over what that kind of failure does to a person's nervous system.
I can't imagine it is pleasant, considering Raleigh had, in canon, some pretty bad scars from the solo piloting, and I had known people who had broken arms and such years before and if they twisted it just so they were in lots of pain very quickly. That wouldn't be conducive towards efficient piloting
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As it turns out there was good news and bad news for him. All I needed to do to find this out was a little snooping in medical documents. Probably illegal, but I am above the law for no punishment can actually be brought against me. I mean, can you imagine them trying to put handcuffs on my Chassis and reading me the Miranda Rights?
Still not a good idea to push it though.
Anyway, the good news is his hand still worked. He could grab things, and probably do other hand related tasks, such as high-fives, thumb wrestling, and communicating through hamboning.
The bad news was he couldn't feel anything, because his sensory nerves overloaded and stopped receiving neurotransmitters. I knew the damage was likely bad, with the scars Raleigh and Pentecost presumably had in canon but damn.
I'll send him a card or something. Or the head of a kaiju on a comically oversized pike. Those are appropriate things to send to someone to tell them to get well soon, right? Actually, the first is probably in poor taste, as the fact that saying "get well soon" to what was effectively being mauled by a kaiju was about the same as giving a poster of a kitten with a "hang in there!" caption to a person who had already attempted suicide: a condescending, assholish move, which wasn't something I would willingly do to someone who was brave enough to get into a Jaeger.
I probably will be giving out those posters to the Precursors, but that was different. That was rubbing salt into the wounds of xenocidal cockbags. Who I hit with multiple gigatons of weaponry per planet.
As I'm digressing, I would like to note something interesting about the fluid synapse system Jaegers used. It was being updated. The reason why Raleigh and Pentecost were so lightly injured was the use of less advanced versions of the tech, as kaiju attacks would come often enough a full overhaul was infeasible.
With me, they just had to include the most recent version of the technology in the specifications, and I would add it in, as they did more frequent modifications and overhauls due to the fact these would only take hours instead of months. These overhauls included better weapons, improved armor, and better power conduits and things, so that they all could fight at maximum efficiency.
Didn't bother me at all, really. I liked helping them, so if they wanted help updating their stuff, I wouldn't argue over it.
Hmm? Why did I get a message?
Oh, Chau want's to speak? I must be popular. I'm flattered
Although I did kind of ruin his business for a bit there. I'll humor him.
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That was a waste of time. All that happened was him somewhat politely asking me to leave enough of the kaiju for him to harvest. I'll humor him, because I'm done with this crap, and am going to hibernate mode until a double event, since soon after the Breach will be stable enough for me to actually get stuff done.
And finally perform combat trials on my project. I'm so ready for that.
Well, time for a nap, universe. See you in a few years, PPDC and others. Try not to die. It shouldn't be too hard, I've automated the fabbers so you can fix anything less than a Jaeger being torn limb from limb with dead pilots, or potentially a reactor detonation, which somehow is a thing.
Nuclear reactors don't work that way, damnnit.
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[MAJOR QUANTUM EVENT DETECTED. TWO SIGNATURES]
As my mind comes out of hibernation, I breathe a sigh of relief. Only twenty four hours before I can get in the Anteverse and start acting like a proper goddamn Brutally Efficient Self-Replicating Mechanism of War, without any of this shitty ass waiting.
Also, space ships. I get to do some long-awaited redesigns, and finally build my attempt at giant, absurdly gunned warships. The preliminary calculations on those cannons were promising. Promising as in the "If I was in possession of working genitals right now, I could cut steel with the erection I would have," kind of promising.
But that is a matter for when I actually start building and talking about the damn thing. For now, I had some kaiju to help kill.
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So those aren't leatherback and otachi. It is one
spiky motherfucker and an
ugly motherfucker.
I give them about an hour once they reach the Jaeger line. Tops.
Speaking of which, how are those guys doing?
…Well I didn't expect them to lose three Jaegers while I was waiting. That is a bit disappointing. Though better than canon, at least. Let's see...Gipsy is destroyed, both Raleigh and Yancy with it. Coyote was smashed, but the pilots lived. And...one called "Absolute Theta," a MK5 was destroyed, one pilot dead. Shame. But I can't help that.
I have ass to kick and metaphorical bubble gum to metaphorically chew.
And I'm all out of metaphorical gum.
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So the kaiju are tracking for...Sydney. Ok, cool. Reroute submarines towards there, set up minefield, kill them, get commander chassis out to the breach so I can drop. Won't be hard. Drop Commandant Boredom for fire support, and I'm set.
I've been looking forward to this for years. Nothing will stop me.
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I was in the trench. The kaiju had been made into mincemeat by the minefield, as after five years of no surprise super-jaeger, minefield, or sub raid they had grown complacent. They were still tough as hell, given the abundance of more powerful Jaegers, but they weren't as tough as they needed to be to deal with mine spam.
Twelve hours. Twelve hours until I punish the fuckers who did this all. Thirteen until I have a beachhead. Fifteen until I have started on the ship that will end them.
I'm so fucking done with this shit. I am going to show the precursors the hard way why I have been described as "having all of the subtlety of a thermonuclear weapon" when pissed off.
Now I wait. Then I get to shine.
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[MAJOR QUANTUM EVENT DETECTED. THREE SIGNATURES]
And here comes the first one. I don't even bother looking at it before Commandant Boredom launches onto it, pulling it back through the Breach. Sensor feeds are working, thank god, but there is no time to waste. Commandant kills the third kaiju, as the second is passing through.
I send an email to Pentecost.
I'm ending these fuckers. Keep the Jaegers on standby, but don't expect any to come through.
-Glitch
And with that, I release the battle cry that will signal the end of the Precursors.
"
SWIGGITY SWOOTY! I'M COMING FOR THAT BOOTY!"
They don't deserve a dignified cry.
