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General Highwind sat before his desk in his office doing the one thing nobody expected him to do. That is, Actual Work.
As the most senior member of the PPDC present when Seattle got its shit together and managed to find and reactivate a Jaeger, he was technically the Marshall in charge of the Shatterdrome and it was his duty to deal with the day to day operations and sign off on any papers that involved it or the Jaeger. He still refused to accept the title, though. It wasn't like he had done anything to deserve the promotion besides being in the right place at the right time and for now his old rank from before he requested the transfer to the PPDC was more than prestigious enough.
He was currently examining reports of Tacit's performance in the last battle, which were indeed as boring as one expected, but still held potentially critical information. For example, while the battle was too short for them to obtain accurate data, the new blades performed admirably and managed to cauterize the wounds perfectly. There were, however, some optimization problems in the fitting that were found after the battle, and some adjustments managed to reduce the wear of the joints that secured the blades to the Jaeger so their effective lifespan was back to predicted values. Some small optimizations to the control mechanisms also helped with minor improvements to the precision of movement, but nothing noteworthy or even noticeable without more effort and resources being invested to improve the systems.
Speaking of control, the reports from the substitute Rangers were next, and attached to them were graphs and technical data on their Drift.
Ashley Langley and Maria Vinerra reported that the controls felt somewhat sluggish at first, as if there was a delay in their link with Tacit's systems, but that was quickly compensated for and by the time they reached the combat zone said delay was almost gone.
The Drift analysis corroborated that, and added that there was a higher than usual amount of noise coming from Tacit's system, and that it decreased gradually before sharply dropping the moment the Kaiju was spotted and identified by Tacit's systems.
Curious, but not unusual. It was well known that the Jaeger side of the Drift was quirky sometimes, especially when older Jaegers were concerned. New pilots were slow to adapt to the machine interface. Or perhaps the Machine took a while to recognize and become familiar with the Rangers.
Indeed, Rangers often treated their Jaegers as if they were alive or had an awareness of some sort, some of the more superstitious even claimed they had a mind and a personality of their own. Highwind was inclined to believe them, but it didn't make much of a difference on his end.
He wrote a quick memo to whoever wrote the technical reports to warn them that they kept getting Ashley's name wrong in every page where she was referenced, often with a completely different name for each page, and that the report would have to be rewritten before it could be properly submitted. Probably some kind of joke, but paperwork was serious business and the historians would need clear documentation if they were to write books about them after they saved the world. That done, he moved on to the next report.
It was a bit of good news, at least. It seemed Alec and Noah were recovering as fast as could be expected and Noah was likely to recover fully and return to duty within a week, barring any further incidents. Alec's condition was improving as well. While the doctors didn't know when he was going to wake up, his vitals were strong and there was little muscle atrophy.
With this bit of good news to improve his mood, he decided to tackle possibly the worst part of his job. Requisition forms. He was sure that almost no one would believe how much was needed to keep a Jaeger operational, from fissionable material for the reactors to... Checkered paint? And attached was a file to prove that wasn't just a prank anymore because some bored scientist managed to figure out how to make the damned thing.
He sighed, put on a pair of headphones, turned on his sound system and set it to play some light jazz to help make the next hours a bit more bearable and started to sign those forms. Unfortunately, he was so focused on the music and on his work that he failed to notice the Phone on his desk had started to ring.
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Admiral Jawa hummed a song as he surveyed his four brand new squads of gunboats. They weren't up to his standards at all, really.
Small, with limited ammo, hard to change loadouts, not as fast as he'd like and fairly expensive to boot. Entirely inadequate and there were already plans to improve them.
Still, they were a start. More, they were the first ships to be part of his navy since the EMP fried the electronics of modern ships and the Kaiju destroyed whatever could still work in the days after it.
Thanks to these boats he had a navy to command once more.
He boarded one of them, the creatively named USS Surprise!, and yes, the exclamation was indeed part of its name. Incidentally, it was docked between the USS Mightier Than the Pen and the USS It's One of Ours, Sir. He'd have to buy a beer to whoever came up with these names.
He began inspecting the interior of the ship. As expected it was small. Cramped, even. The size meant it would sway more because of the waves, which might compromise accuracy if the crew couldn't compensate for it. The construction seemed sturdy enough, however. Reliable.
He knocked the wood and steel of the hull a bit to get a feel of how sturdy it was and moved back to land. He'd have to start training the crews and go over the upgrades that were in the planning stages so there wouldn't be any issues, either with the plans or with training after the upgrades are implemented. Then he'd have to go over the documentation of the ships and their crew so everything would be archived properly, followed by a visit to the Research division to discuss the feasibility of the upgrades and new research ideas he had thought up before presenting them in the official meetings. So many things to do, so little time...
Still, it felt good to get back to his proper work, even if on a much smaller scale.
"Oh, I'm on a quest, a quest for ships, Sailing's how I get my kicks" He sang quietly "I'm on a quest, a quest for boats, I'm mad for anything that floats"
Soon enough his navy would be at full strength and he'd show the Kaiju just who ruled the oceans...
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Devlin was feeling quite annoyed right now. Without a true Air Force to command, he was usually left training the Helicopter squads and liaising with the civilian council that currently ruled Seattle.
Dealing with the civvies was usually the most stressing part of his job, but the Scout Helicopter squad was trying his patience right now. They had too many bad habits.
Sure, part of it had been his fault. The first few weeks were hectic and confusing for everyone, and they had to struggle to get a true military force ready and reactivate Tacit. Then came the rapid expansion of the and the subsequent Kaiju attacks, so he hadn't been able to keep an eye on them, and now they were paying the price.
Simply put, Seattle's last Scout Helicopter squad was composed of extremely skilled pilots and gunners, but they were also prone to taking unnecessary risks and doing dangerous maneuvers, not to mention a tendency to insubordinate and self-destructive behavior.
Those engagements where they played bait took their toll. Seattle still had many psychologists and psychiatrists within it, so it wasn't like they weren't getting the help they needed, but that still left him to break their bad piloting habits.
To make matters worse, some of the Attack Helo crews were taking them as role models, trying to do the same stunts during training, but thankfully not in combat. Yet.
The new teams were still too green, too inexperienced. The few weeks they had to train and the few engagements they participated in were not nearly enough to make them truly proficient, not like the soldiers from before the EMP hit, even if they still had a good number of those spread among the Squads to help train the newbies.
He had a lot of work to do. For a moment he imagined how busy he'll be when they finally managed to get working planes. Sure, it was still far off according to the Research division, no jet engine managed to survive the atmospheric pollution higher in the sky and the prop engines need to have most of their internal components replaced after half an hour in the sky, but damn it all, if Jawa managed to get his boats working then he should be able to get at least some sort of Scout Plane or a small bomber.
But he'd have to leave his daydreams of covering the sky in bombers and blowing Kaiju to bits for later. Right now, he had a Helicopter crew to chew out.
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General Aledeth was feeling fairly tired. He'd had to sign off on requisition orders for a new shipment of ammo for the Tanks and Arty, prepare the budget to build new tanks and choose who was to crew them in advance, file reports on everything from training results, expended ordnance, and psychological evaluations of the soldiers to how many rations they had used this week.
He sighed, and shot the report in front of him a glare. Months since they had organized the Seattle Defense Perimeter and the cobbled together the armed forces to defend it, weeks since Tacit had been reactivated, and they were still understaffed.
Not surprising, given the rapid expansion of... everything in this city. Everything but the hard defenses, apparently. And along with them, much of their Armed Forces' infrastructure. They had to house their vehicles inside the Shatterdrome, inside unused Jaeger and Carry-all bays, his office was fifteen minutes away from their actual, official base, which still consisted of a group of re-purposed buildings near the Shatterdrome that had the area outside them leveled to serve as training grounds for their forces.
Honestly, he should just write up a proposal to expand the Shatterdrome and merge the two bases completely. They'd have to do it sooner or later anyway, so why not get a head start? And it was well within their usual budget to boot.
Yes, he'd do that, as soon as he managed to finish going through these reports and gave Highwind a call so they could start working on this idea. Cellphones were still down because of the atmospheric interference, but they had already set up landlines so the main branches could communicate with one another.
Now the only real question was if he was in his office. Highwind hardly ever picked up the phone when they tried to get a hold of him, and it looked like he never did any actual work outside the weekly meetings and the combat operations much to his and the rest of the High Council's annoyance. He probably had a full staff to deal with most of the work for him, the bastard.
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