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The Pacific Rim Meme
We always thought alien life would come from the stars. But it came from deep beneath the sea, a portal between dimensions in the Pacific Ocean. Something out there had discovered us. The first Kaiju made landfall in San Francisco. The second attack hit Manilla. Then the third one hit Cabo. Then we learned this was not going to stop. In order to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. We needed a new weapon. The Jaeger Program was born. Two pilots, our minds, our memories, we were connected. Man and machine became one.
In the near future, giant monsters identified as "Kaiju" have begun attacking Earth's coastal cities, resulting in a war that takes millions of lives and quickly consumes humanity's resources. To combat the monsters, a special type of weapon is designed: massive robots, known as Jaegers. The Jaegers are controlled simultaneously by two pilots who are bound together in a process called Drifting, creating a neural link between their minds. The link lets them share the mental strain which would otherwise overwhelm a single pilot. The Jaegers are the last, best hope for humanity's survival.
Instructions:
1. Choose a role (or multiple roles!) and post with your character/fandom.
2. Others will post to you with a scenario.
3. All Jaeger names must made up of two words that have little to do with each other. This is mandatory.
4. Go big or go extinct. Or just have fun, that works too.
Roles:
1. Jaeger Pilot: The rock stars of the kaiju wars. You and your partner may be siblings, spouses, parent and child, or just two people who have the trust and compatability necessary for a successful Drift. Get out there and kick some ass.
2. Engineer: The war against the kaiju isn't just fought by the pilots. You're one of the countless support staff that design, repair, and enhance the Jaegers for maximum kaiju-smashing potential.
3. Scientist: Biologist, physicist, kaiju groupie. You study these horrific monsters so you can figure out how to destroy them...or you just really have a thing for alien anatomy.
4. Mission Control: Off the front lines but not out of the battle. You're watching the monitors, dealing out the orders, and generally making sure your Jaeger pilots don't do anything more stupid than normal.
5. Civilian: A black market dealer in kaiju organs, a reporter trying to get a (literally) big scoop, or just some poor schmuck trying not to get stepped on. You're one of the folks that the Jaegers are fighting for.
6. Other: Go wild.
Scenarios:
1. Preparations: Dealing with kaiju is a process, not a moment. Pilots need to physically and mentally hone their strength, engineers need to perfect the Jaeger weaponry and armor, scientists need to run their experiments, and black market dealers need to make their money.
2. First Neural Handshake: It's time to Drift with your partner. You'll experience each others' most painful secrets, joyous memories, and the time you got drunk and made out with the captain of the football team. Hang on, it'll be a bumpy ride.
3. Downtime: Chill out, have a beer, pretend the world isn't ending. You can explore the thriving towns that have grown up amongst the kaiju remains or just stay in the Shatterdome doing combat practice. However you relax, you've earned it.
4. Kaiju Detected: Battle stations, folks. Get to your cockpit, your command post, or your underground bunker. The monsters are coming, and they ain't gonna stop until someone does something about them.
5. Combat Mode: It's go time! You're in the heat of things, punching these otherworldly abominations in the face with your awesome. Remember to call your attacks; it makes them more powerful if you shout their names first.
5. Aftermath: Job well done, folks. Sit back, enjoy the celebrations, put another tick mark on your kill count...and if necessary, mourn the dead.
6. Other: Go further wild.
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tony stark ✠ mcu
Bucky Barnes | mcu
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can tony have constructed his armThat is excellent. 8) would you be able to set it up? I am on mobile :|)
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Three months recovering and learning that the science and engineering divisions wanted to try something new - using the neural link technology for prosthetics.
Bucky had spent another six months having various surgeries to install and fine-tune the neural receptors in his skull, and all around his left arm. There were synthetic muscles to replace his muscles on his left side, the rest of the stump of his left arm removed, replaced with a neat socket.
Then three more months of learning to use the new arm. It was a different sort of neural connection to get used to, and a lot of the trouble came from having to get used to the feeling of the Drift, but with only himself, and not another person. Most of the science division had thought that would be the easiest part for a pilot, but it was the hardest. Bucky could deal with the pain of the surgeries and the recoveries, deal with the phantom pain of his missing arm. The new neural link was the hardest thing to adjust to.
But finally. Not only had he been found a place in the engineering crew (something he would have done, if it hadn't been for his drift compatibility with Steve) but he had two working arms again. Sure, it wasn't perfect yet, he still under or overestimated the amount of force he needed to use sometimes, but it was functional.
Bucky could work again. And the first thing he was going to do was track down the man that had built his arm. They had never met in the long months: he was a jaeger engineer, so he was always busy.
He'd been in the engineering departments plenty of times over his career both as a pilot, but he'd never been to this particular section. He was going to be working directly with the man that had made his arm. Tony Stark.
He rapped on the open door to the department with his flesh fingers and peered inside. "Hello?"
oops.
James Barnes, Bucky, had been the first one to receive a fully operational neurologically connected arm. Tony had seen to that himself, taking charge of first and foremost building the arm, making sure that it was in perfect working order, but also in financing it. That had been the biggest reason as to why every injured pilot wasn't receiving the same opportunity was that the cost of the arm was massive, and currently the cost wasn't covered in full, because they could still technically get along with the normal type of prosthetics. It was unfortunate, but that was how it was. The kaiju were still such an enormous threat that any extra funds were always poured back into repairs and restoration.
But then why had Tony taken on the burden? Well Because it had been one of his Jaegers. And so there was guilt associated with it. He had gone over the scenario almost daily since the accident had happened. While he hadn't been the one who had done the error, it had been one of his underlings, he still saw it as his own fault. He should have checked it one more time. Should have seen it. Should have somehow caught it even though he hadn't been in the country when the Jaeger had been sent out so there really wasn't anything he could have done. But he still blamed himself.
He had reamed the one who had been responsible, blowing a gasket, figuratively speaking. He had, later, apologised, but in the heat of the moment he had really let him have it, because the accident was a scandal, and had caused a massive headache for not only himself but for the whole Jaeger program. Everything was questioned and scrutinised, but since there hadn't been an accident, and things had calmed down. Luckily Steve Rogers, America's darling, had come out relatively unscathed, and though not published anywhere, the fact that Bucky was receiving the arm free of any financial burden for himself had taken part in smoothing things over.
Oddly enough, Tony had never actually met Bucky, not before or after the accident. After the accident it had to do with not being sure he wanted to face him, and before it had just been timing. He had met Steve a few times, mostly by chance. Of course, part of him had thought he should go and see him. Technically he had. It was just that Bucky had never been awake when he had, so they hadn't spoken. He had come by to make sure everything looked okay with the arm, and he had helped originally install it onto the socket, but he had left before the other had been roused of the anaesthetic. There were others to help him work through the therapy part of his recovery, and since there hadn't been any problems, Tony hadn't needed to be called.
He hadn't been expecting any visitors, and so there was a slight look of surprise on his face when he heard the knock. He looked up, eyes blocked by goggles, though they were quickly lifted upon realisation of who it was.
"Mr. Barnes." He moved rather quickly forward, hand outstretched. "What brings you hear? Is something wrong?"
Did I say kaiju before? I totally meant 'freak accident' :P
The man certainly didn't look like a billionaire. But then, he thought, nothing was as it seemed anymore. A billionaire working on jaegers and also building him an arm to replace the one he had lost wasn't the oddest thing in the world anymore.
Truth be told he had no idea that the accident was indirectly Tony's fault. He knew Stark was paying for the arm and the surgeries and everything, but not why. Figured it was something to do with something he wanted to do after all this with the Kaiju was done with.
He held up his left hand, palm up, and curled his fingers. "I'm getting better with it. I think somebody who wasn't a pilot could control it faster. I'm so used to having a partner, that the neural link without it is... weird." He shrugged his shoulders and grinned.
"Also they gave me a job in your department, under somebody else. I was in school for mechanical engineering before I became a pilot. I think I still know enough to make me dangerous."
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Well no. He didn't. Especially right now in his work attire. His clothes and face both marked with oil and dirt. He could probably pass for a bum in the streets if he wanted, not that he did. Though there were few who were living in the comfort they had been before the attacks had begun anymore.
"So it's been working out for you so far?" He reaches to take Bucky's other hand this time, and moves closer to inspect. His fingers slowly work over the curvature of the metal, murmuring softly to himself as he prodded, mostly around the wrist and fingers, he didn't want to take too many liberties without permission or invitation. "Nah. I think I'd disagree with you there. I'm sure it's different without a partner, but in the same, you're at least used to opening up. A lot of people can't wrap their heads around the idea of it even."
He let go of his hand then, and this time he gives him a knowing look. "Mhm, I know. I requested you after reading over your credentials. You weren't half bad, from what I saw. Things have changed a lot, since you were in school, and it's a constant development. All about thinking ahead, the next attack, their development. But you know all about that." Which is, in part, why he had wanted him. The other part being the guilt. Shhh.
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He curled his fingers, then rubbed the tips against each other. "There's no feeling in my fingertips, though. Makes it hard to pick things up, I can't feel them properly. Have to try to do it just by sight."
But then. "You requested me? I never finished school. I don't have any actual experience, I..." But he had always been more interested in the inner working of the Jaegers than Steve ever had - hanging around when the engineering team was repairing their jaeger. He recognized some of the pieces in the jaegers turned miniature in his arm.
He stepped into the room a bit more to avoid a rush of people down the hall.
Ten seconds later, the Kaiju alarm started to go off. Bucky went stiff and lifted his head, unable to keep himself from reacting. But it wasn't Steve's Jaeger that was going out and he couldn't help his small sigh of relief. "Anyways... I'm supposed to start tomorrow, I just wanted to come look around."
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"You don't?" A frown appeared across Tony's forehead then, and he motioned for Bucky to follow him over to his work bench, which he was in the process of clearing some space on. It might look like a mess, but Tony would argue that it was just organised chaos and that he knew exactly where everything was. Mostly. He would find it. "You're supposed to be able to, but they may not have adjusted the sensitivity levels high enough, and then forgotten about it. It's not something generally thought of if you're not in your situation. Let me see."
He gave him a curt nod. "I did. No, you didn't finish, but if you hadn't been recruited into the program, you probably would have. It was all very promising, and now, well, we don't really have structured schools like that anymore. It's all about hands on experience. Plus. You've been inside a Jaeger more than most of the kids out there, so you have that to your advantage." He may not know all the aspects of a Jaeger from an engineering standpoint, but he knew the other parts, and having someone who had logged hours and hours operating one would help give them pointers on what to improve.
Tony's body stiffened when the alarm went off, and his eyes were immediately directed out the large window that faced the main hall of the Shatterdome. No, no, it wasn't one of his going out this time, and he could relax a little, though being under attack, you could never be fully relaxed, you never knew if yours would be next.
"What are you looking forward to?" He grabbed a couple of small instruments off the table, poised to adjust the arm. "How's Rogers, anyway?"
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He tried to ignore the blaring alarm, his entire body wired to react to it even still. Even if if hadn't been he and Steve that were going out, they had always been there for deployment if possible. The Shatterdome always came alive at the claxon.
Bucky sighed, "Just doing something, again. I've been on forced rest for a year. They wouldn't let me exercise without supervision, so..." He watched Tony carefully, wanting to know more about the inner workings - he'd been sedated every time they went into his arm, despite the fact that there had never been any pain.
"He's good, I think. I met his new co-pilot, Sam, but... It's hard, to be around them." His connection with Steve had gone cold and still in the wake of the accident, the Drift forever lost to them - the neural link with his arm ruined him for a neural handshake with another human. He couldn't stand the sight of any pilots now. "We don't talk much." He shrugged his right shoulder.
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