Pacific Rim, human jaeger is go.

[striker_five]

No matter what else, mun, I've gotta say - your head's not the worst place I've been or ever will be. Some interestin' company, that's for sure.

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[dangersrighthand]

At least it's not my mun's head.

[striker_five]

Ranger Becket. [Striker gave him a respectful nod. After all, Yancy was among the pilots he studied.] Seems your company is a little objectionable, then?

[dangersrighthand]

Only because she can't shut me up.

[He cracks a grin. Other than that, everything's fine.]

[striker_five]

That seems to be a common occurrence.

[And there's a hint of a grin from Striker instead of the usual plain, respectful expression he usually wore.]

Sorry, cannot resist face twin confusion.

[youdbedead]

Seems you got lucky then.

Oh, that's always fun.

[striker_five]

Perhaps I did. [And that was interesting. But then, he couldn't really choose his own appearance.] Though I don't put much faith into luck.

[oldmanstriker]

I was wondering when you'd show up.

[striker_five]

I apologise for my tardiness, sir.

[But for one of his pilots, there's a faint smile from the start.]

[oldmanstriker]

There's probably been more than one, but my mundane's not good at paying attention.

[And, yep. Slight smile, here, too.]

It's good to see you, for once.

[striker_five]

My mun and I are aware that the others, perhaps excepting Crimson Typhoon, seem to be more popular. [He has a faultless polite and intelligent manner, carefully cultivated, and he speaks calmly despite being glad to see Herc. After all, it's his job to be cool and collected.] Of course, I can't quite understand why.

[Aaaand there's that hint of Chuck's ego.]

[oldmanstriker]

[Cool and collected like Herc, with an unparalleled sense that he's the best like Chuck.

Striker Eureka was made for the Hansens, after all.]

Humanised Jaegers aren't really popular to begin with. Gipsy gets the limelight, of course.

[inharperwetrust]

Woah. Dude. You need to have a serious make-over.

That face brings back bad memories.

[striker_five]

Your bad memories are not my problem.

[inharperwetrust]

No, but your face, I can fix.

[And a cocky grin right here.]

Lemme put it this way, advanced robotics and mechanics are kinda my thing, so let me tinker around, work some Harper magic, and get that frumpy exterior looking a lot less... Nietszchean.

[striker_five]

[Striker looked at him, calculating, confidence behind his eyes.]

No.

[inharperwetrust]

Aw, c'mon. Not even a little?

[Armfold. This is really your loss, Striker.]

If I can build a Spaceship's avatar in less than a day, just think about what these hands can do for you, big guy. And, trust me, Vedran designs are a whole lot more complex than what you're made of.

[her_heart]

They do always seem to have quite the crowded headspace, don't they? It's intriguing.

[striker_five]

It, at the least, is very human. [He gave her a nod. Politeness was a requirement.] Gipsy Danger.

[her_heart]

Incredibly.

[ She smiles; it's full and genuine and there's a flash of white teeth behind upturned crimson lips. ]

Striker. You look good, honey.

[striker_five]

[Smiles are a rare thing from Striker, and now is no exception. There is a slight, perhaps nearly imperceptible softening of his expression, however.]

You look... deceptively delicate.

[her_heart]

[ She seems quiet pleased at that remark. ]

Well, thank you sweetheart. That's kind of you. [ She really takes quite a bit of pleasure in her appearance and he's absolutely correct - Gipsy Danger is a lethal weapon all dolled up in one nice little deadly package. ]

[suicidemission]

Aah, there y'are.

[striker_five]

[Just as he'd greeted Chuck's father, he greeted Chuck as well - a hint of a smile and a nod.]

I apologise for my tardiness, sir.

[suicidemission]

Been wonderin' when you'd show up.

[ a happy little smirk. ]

[striker_five]

It seems that it required someone... special to bring me. No one else was up to the challenge.

[Hello, Chuck. Meet your own ego.]