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For the fourth time in approximately five minutes, Leto glanced up at the War Clock on the wall, her ever-present pout a little more pronounced with her distaste for the lack of progress. Round eyes glowered at the glowing green bar on the screen, which seemed to take ages to add a single percent to each. It was not fast enough, not if they were going to upload the new code into the Jaeger with enough time for the pilots to have sufficient time to fulfill all of the tests. Particularly, these two pilots.
Never in her six years as a scientist within the Panama City Shatterdome had she seen two of the least compatible drift-compatible pilots. Yes, they were consistent when the time arose, but all it took was one bad argument between them to send one or both chasing rabbits, particularly during training when the stakes were not that high. It was ridiculous, and the Commander was more than aware that their combustable natures combined with the ever growing stress of more frequent attacks could prove fatal on one 'off' day.
Naturally, as opposed to offering some normal, human solutions like 'decent communication' and 'just apologize once in a while', it was decided that, instead, the drift system could be made more bombproof to prevent future trips down the rabbit hole. It had been three weeks of solid work and thousands of lines of code for Nephele and Leto to find a solution, or in actuality, create a failsafe.
In those three weeks, there had not been a single kaiju attack. That could only mean one thing.
They were running out of time.
Though she sat alone in the J-Tech lab, surrounded by the purr of cooling fans peppered with the distant, ambient noise of heavy machinery beyond the blast door, she felt oddly claustrophobic. Sweat trickled down her back, soaking through the center of her black tank. Her thick curls were tossed over one shoulder in an attempt to cool her neck - and she was approximately ten minutes from finding the nearest, unused cord and creating a makeshift band of it before potentially dying of heat stroke. They had a set of new pilots overloading the system with an fantastically failed neural handshake to thank for the lack of air conditioning.
Idiots.
The pressure locks released on the blast door entering the J-Tech lab, causing Leto to look up and find Neph making her way in, the rattling of one of the lab's second-hand carts echoing across the metal walls.
"72%...it's taking forever," Leto said, answering the unspoken 'are we ready?' before it could be asked. "I told K-Science to just give us one more hour before running their tests, but apparently, they thought 'hey, screw J-Tech' and didn't listen. Morons." Leto huffed frustrated, taking a moment to wipe away a trickle of sweat that tickled the nape of her neck.
"Are they already up there?"
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For the fourth time in approximately five minutes, Leto glanced up at the War Clock on the wall, her ever-present pout a little more pronounced with her distaste for the lack of progress. Round eyes glowered at the glowing green bar on the screen, which seemed to take ages to add a single percent to each. It was not fast enough, not if they were going to upload the new code into the Jaeger with enough time for the pilots to have sufficient time to fulfill all of the tests. Particularly, these two pilots.
Never in her six years as a scientist within the Panama City Shatterdome had she seen two of the least compatible drift-compatible pilots. Yes, they were consistent when the time arose, but all it took was one bad argument between them to send one or both chasing rabbits, particularly during training when the stakes were not that high. It was ridiculous, and the Commander was more than aware that their combustable natures combined with the ever growing stress of more frequent attacks could prove fatal on one 'off' day.
Naturally, as opposed to offering some normal, human solutions like 'decent communication' and 'just apologize once in a while', it was decided that, instead, the drift system could be made more bombproof to prevent future trips down the rabbit hole. It had been three weeks of solid work and thousands of lines of code for Nephele and Leto to find a solution, or in actuality, create a failsafe.
In those three weeks, there had not been a single kaiju attack. That could only mean one thing.
They were running out of time.
Though she sat alone in the J-Tech lab, surrounded by the purr of cooling fans peppered with the distant, ambient noise of heavy machinery beyond the blast door, she felt oddly claustrophobic. Sweat trickled down her back, soaking through the center of her black tank. Her thick curls were tossed over one shoulder in an attempt to cool her neck - and she was approximately ten minutes from finding the nearest, unused cord and creating a makeshift band of it before potentially dying of heat stroke. They had a set of new pilots overloading the system with an fantastically failed neural handshake to thank for the lack of air conditioning.
Idiots.
The pressure locks released on the blast door entering the J-Tech lab, causing Leto to look up and find Neph making her way in, the rattling of one of the lab's second-hand carts echoing across the metal walls.
"72%...it's taking forever," Leto said, answering the unspoken 'are we ready?' before it could be asked. "I told K-Science to just give us one more hour before running their tests, but apparently, they thought 'hey, screw J-Tech' and didn't listen. Morons." Leto huffed frustrated, taking a moment to wipe away a trickle of sweat that tickled the nape of her neck.
"Are they already up there?"
For the fourth time in approximately five minutes, Leto glanced up at the War Clock on the wall, her ever-present pout a little more pronounced with her distaste for the lack of progress. Round eyes glowered at the glowing green bar on the screen, which seemed to take ages to add a single percent to each. It was not fast enough, not if they were going to upload the new code into the Jaeger with enough time for the pilots to have sufficient time to fulfill all of the tests. Particularly, these two pilots.
Never in her six years as a scientist within the Panama City Shatterdome had she seen two of the least compatible drift-compatible pilots. Yes, they were consistent when the time arose, but all it took was one bad argument between them to send one or both chasing rabbits, particularly during training when the stakes were not that high. It was ridiculous, and the Commander was more than aware that their combustable natures combined with the ever growing stress of more frequent attacks could prove fatal on one 'off' day.
Naturally, as opposed to offering some normal, human solutions like 'decent communication' and 'just apologize once in a while', it was decided that, instead, the drift system could be made more bombproof to prevent future trips down the rabbit hole. It had been three weeks of solid work and thousands of lines of code for Nephele and Leto to find a solution, or in actuality, create a failsafe.
In those three weeks, there had not been a single kaiju attack. That could only mean one thing.
They were running out of time.
Though she sat alone in the J-Tech lab, surrounded by the purr of cooling fans peppered with the distant, ambient noise of heavy machinery beyond the blast door, she felt oddly claustrophobic. Sweat trickled down her back, soaking through the center of her black tank. Her thick curls were tossed over one shoulder in an attempt to cool her neck - and she was approximately ten minutes from finding the nearest, unused cord and creating a makeshift band of it before potentially dying of heat stroke. They had a set of new pilots overloading the system with an fantastically failed neural handshake to thank for the lack of air conditioning.
Idiots.
The pressure locks released on the blast door entering the J-Tech lab, causing Leto to look up and find Neph making her way in, the rattling of one of the lab's second-hand carts echoing across the metal walls.
"72%...it's taking forever," Leto said, answering the unspoken 'are we ready?' before it could be asked. "I told K-Science to just give us one more hour before running their tests, but apparently, they thought 'hey, screw J-Tech' and didn't listen. Morons." Leto huffed frustrated, taking a moment to wipe away a trickle of sweat that tickled the nape of her neck.
"Are they already up there?"
The silence of the empty corridor, all hard metals and flickering, inconsistent light was unbroken by anything but the faint whispering buzz of florenscent tubes. At least, it was until Nephele barreled around the corner, eyes narrowed in a vain attempt to keep the sweat from getting in her eyes. She might be from somewhere hot, but that was a dry heat, not the swampy muck they called a climate here. She'd worked two years in a robotics lab in Lebanon before she'd came here, and it was a world away from the chaos of the Panama City Shatterdome. Still, she wouldn't trade her time her for anything in the world, even if she had to spend an hour watching two grown men be babysat or another half an hour to get her rightful air conditioner.
It was too humid for the pace she kept, but she couldn't care less, eager to get back to her work. Hard numbers didn't lie, didn't fight each other and they certainly didn't argue that she wasn't allowed to have this or that part from the store room. That was what the store room was for, and frankly, if she had to argue down another shipper/receiver on how that part was indeed meant for her department and not the bumbling time wasters in K-Science, she would be tempted to blow a gasket. She worked very hard to keep her cool, thank you very much, and she wasn't about to let someone else take it from her, no matter how obtuse they made themselves.
She spared a moment to mourn the air conditioning as the blast doors opened, bare of the usual refreshing curl of cool air. Instead, her partner's frizzy hair and sour expression greeted her. Frankly, Nephele couldn't blame her and she was sure she didn't look any better. She'd been out an hour and it still wasn't ready? At that point, Neph was sure she'd have committed murder. Her own, or the people responsible for their misfortune, she wasn't sure yet. Perhaps all of the above.
Neph cast a considering eye to Leto's hair before she sighed and stretched, hands dug into her own puff of hair. It took three bands to keep it in check in this heat, but she could spare one for her sole ally in this place. Finally wiggling it free, she pulled it back and let it fly to land on the table next to Leto. "Here, you can borrow one of mine. I break enough I won't miss one, and you look like you could use it." Neph shook her head, unsurprised at the news of their slowed servers, right when they needed everything to run quickly. "You should've told them their precious servers would crash if they started before we were done. They don't listen unless it impacts their little cloud kingdom, you know that. I'd even make it happen, just for you. With a hammer, if need be."
Neph pushed the cart with the replacement cooler towards Leto, her mouth quirked in a slight smile. "But hey, I come bearing gifts. A replacement air conditioner, if an embarrassingly tiny one. And, the two loverboys upstairs are penned and ready to go whenever we are. I think that's the only job more thankless than ours, having to corral them. Can you imagine dealing with them when they can still punch each other?" Neph dug in the pocket of her coveralls, tied around her waist to prevent heatstroke and save her knees from any hard wiring she might need to do. Finally, she found her phone in the jumble of tools and flicked through the security with smooth, elegant fingers.
"Here, I even got a shot of the new helmet linkages, hooked up and ready to go." She giggled under her breath and shoved the screen towards Leto, eyes bright with amusement and some measure of righteous satisfaction. On the screen, two helmets, sleeker then the previous model and with the user end motherboards that they needed to make their coding changes work gleamed, highlighted by the outright rancorous looking pilots that wore them. The next few pictures were the same at different angles and a couple middle fingers from all parties, if subtle ones. "I doubled checked the connections and everything, they're connected to the servers and ours specifically, and the connections worked perfectly with the Relay Gel. No shorts."
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The silence of the empty corridor, all hard metals and flickering, inconsistent light was unbroken by anything but the faint whispering buzz of florenscent tubes. At least, it was until Nephele barreled around the corner, eyes narrowed in a vain attempt to keep the sweat from getting in her eyes. She might be from somewhere hot, but that was a dry heat, not the swampy muck they called a climate here. She'd worked two years in a robotics lab in Lebanon before she'd came here, and it was a world away from the chaos of the Panama City Shatterdome. Still, she wouldn't trade her time her for anything in the world, even if she had to spend an hour watching two grown men be babysat or another half an hour to get her rightful air conditioner.
It was too humid for the pace she kept, but she couldn't care less, eager to get back to her work. Hard numbers didn't lie, didn't fight each other and they certainly didn't argue that she wasn't allowed to have this or that part from the store room. That was what the store room was for, and frankly, if she had to argue down another shipper/receiver on how that part was indeed meant for her department and not the bumbling time wasters in K-Science, she would be tempted to blow a gasket. She worked very hard to keep her cool, thank you very much, and she wasn't about to let someone else take it from her, no matter how obtuse they made themselves.
She spared a moment to mourn the air conditioning as the blast doors opened, bare of the usual refreshing curl of cool air. Instead, her partner's frizzy hair and sour expression greeted her. Frankly, Nephele couldn't blame her and she was sure she didn't look any better. She'd been out an hour and it still wasn't ready? At that point, Neph was sure she'd have committed murder. Her own, or the people responsible for their misfortune, she wasn't sure yet. Perhaps all of the above.
Neph cast a considering eye to Leto's hair before she sighed and stretched, hands dug into her own puff of hair. It took three bands to keep it in check in this heat, but she could spare one for her sole ally in this place. Finally wiggling it free, she pulled it back and let it fly to land on the table next to Leto. "Here, you can borrow one of mine. I break enough I won't miss one, and you look like you could use it." Neph shook her head, unsurprised at the news of their slowed servers, right when they needed everything to run quickly. "You should've told them their precious servers would crash if they started before we were done. They don't listen unless it impacts their little cloud kingdom, you know that. I'd even make it happen, just for you. With a hammer, if need be."
Neph pushed the cart with the replacement cooler towards Leto, her mouth quirked in a slight smile. "But hey, I come bearing gifts. A replacement air conditioner, if an embarrassingly tiny one. And, the two loverboys upstairs are penned and ready to go whenever we are. I think that's the only job more thankless than ours, having to corral them. Can you imagine dealing with them when they can still punch each other?" Neph dug in the pocket of her coveralls, tied around her waist to prevent heatstroke and save her knees from any hard wiring she might need to do. Finally, she found her phone in the jumble of tools and flicked through the security with smooth, elegant fingers.
"Here, I even got a shot of the new helmet linkages, hooked up and ready to go." She giggled under her breath and shoved the screen towards Leto, eyes bright with amusement and some measure of righteous satisfaction. On the screen, two helmets, sleeker then the previous model and with the user end motherboards that they needed to make their coding changes work gleamed, highlighted by the outright rancorous looking pilots that wore them. The next few pictures were the same at different angles and a couple middle fingers from all parties, if subtle ones. "I doubled checked the connections and everything, they're connected to the servers and ours specifically, and the connections worked perfectly with the Relay Gel. No shorts."
The silence of the empty corridor, all hard metals and flickering, inconsistent light was unbroken by anything but the faint whispering buzz of florenscent tubes. At least, it was until Nephele barreled around the corner, eyes narrowed in a vain attempt to keep the sweat from getting in her eyes. She might be from somewhere hot, but that was a dry heat, not the swampy muck they called a climate here. She'd worked two years in a robotics lab in Lebanon before she'd came here, and it was a world away from the chaos of the Panama City Shatterdome. Still, she wouldn't trade her time her for anything in the world, even if she had to spend an hour watching two grown men be babysat or another half an hour to get her rightful air conditioner.
It was too humid for the pace she kept, but she couldn't care less, eager to get back to her work. Hard numbers didn't lie, didn't fight each other and they certainly didn't argue that she wasn't allowed to have this or that part from the store room. That was what the store room was for, and frankly, if she had to argue down another shipper/receiver on how that part was indeed meant for her department and not the bumbling time wasters in K-Science, she would be tempted to blow a gasket. She worked very hard to keep her cool, thank you very much, and she wasn't about to let someone else take it from her, no matter how obtuse they made themselves.
She spared a moment to mourn the air conditioning as the blast doors opened, bare of the usual refreshing curl of cool air. Instead, her partner's frizzy hair and sour expression greeted her. Frankly, Nephele couldn't blame her and she was sure she didn't look any better. She'd been out an hour and it still wasn't ready? At that point, Neph was sure she'd have committed murder. Her own, or the people responsible for their misfortune, she wasn't sure yet. Perhaps all of the above.
Neph cast a considering eye to Leto's hair before she sighed and stretched, hands dug into her own puff of hair. It took three bands to keep it in check in this heat, but she could spare one for her sole ally in this place. Finally wiggling it free, she pulled it back and let it fly to land on the table next to Leto. "Here, you can borrow one of mine. I break enough I won't miss one, and you look like you could use it." Neph shook her head, unsurprised at the news of their slowed servers, right when they needed everything to run quickly. "You should've told them their precious servers would crash if they started before we were done. They don't listen unless it impacts their little cloud kingdom, you know that. I'd even make it happen, just for you. With a hammer, if need be."
Neph pushed the cart with the replacement cooler towards Leto, her mouth quirked in a slight smile. "But hey, I come bearing gifts. A replacement air conditioner, if an embarrassingly tiny one. And, the two loverboys upstairs are penned and ready to go whenever we are. I think that's the only job more thankless than ours, having to corral them. Can you imagine dealing with them when they can still punch each other?" Neph dug in the pocket of her coveralls, tied around her waist to prevent heatstroke and save her knees from any hard wiring she might need to do. Finally, she found her phone in the jumble of tools and flicked through the security with smooth, elegant fingers.
"Here, I even got a shot of the new helmet linkages, hooked up and ready to go." She giggled under her breath and shoved the screen towards Leto, eyes bright with amusement and some measure of righteous satisfaction. On the screen, two helmets, sleeker then the previous model and with the user end motherboards that they needed to make their coding changes work gleamed, highlighted by the outright rancorous looking pilots that wore them. The next few pictures were the same at different angles and a couple middle fingers from all parties, if subtle ones. "I doubled checked the connections and everything, they're connected to the servers and ours specifically, and the connections worked perfectly with the Relay Gel. No shorts."
It was cacophony in the Shatterdome, but it wasn't anything Zephyrus Aetaerus wasn't used to. Having spent majority of his time in the Shatterdome, be it in training or as an actual Ranger, and it was practically home to the curly haired, petite male as he wandered over to the viewing bay. His mouth chewed on his breakfast - bland berry oatmeal bar he had grabbed from the mess hall on his way to the deck. He wasn't one for much food anyway, and rarely got hungry besides.
He did, however, need the sustenance.
Today wasn't going to be easy, at the very least. Sure, it was technically his fault - but really, could one fault him when his partner and boyfriend had his own issues to work through. Really. It didn't help either, that each time they drift, Bas could see everything that Zeph has ever done or thought, which just escalated their argument to whole new level. Everyone could not stop wondering just how in the world could two more explosive people be so drift compatible...but there you have it.
He knew they were the bane of the scientists and engineers working, but they also piloted a damned good Jaeger, and none of them wished for the pair to be decommissioned, so in the end, the PPDC had commisioned for a new type of helmet and drift system to fix the issues they had each time they had to drift after an argument when a kaiju attack came. If anything, the dirty looks the scientists from J-Tech and K-Science sent them was enough proof that Zeph wasn't exactly in their good books... but the boy was happy-go-lucky enough to not bother himself with that.
Finishing the last of his breakfast bar, he tossed the rest of the wrapper in a bin, as he entered the all-too familiar room where he would be rigged up to the new system the PPDC had asked to be made. As he was handed the new helmet though, the young male looked up, and then scowled when he saw his boyfriend, drift partner, and worst enemy all rolled in one. They were fresh from an argument the night before, this time no thanks to him digging around his head while they drifted only to find that one time, almost a decade ago where he had engaged in a licentious affair which lasted for all of one day, in a back alley with a foreign visiting diplomat he happened to meet.
And he got mad.
Over something that happened years ago.
That was the part Zephyrus really didn't get. Why did he want to pick a fight over such an inconsequential matter that had happened before they had even met? In all other matters and words, Basilides was a fantastic lover, and Zeph had no complaints. He loved as fiercely as he argued. But perhaps they could each do with a little toning down.
Prideful as he was though, the little lithe male was not likely to admit that. So he simply averted his gaze from his other half (not at all showing the pang in his heart as he did so), and merely pushed the helmet on his head. Of course, they were unlikely to remain uncommunicative at best the moment they started drifting. Zeph was merely avoiding the inevitable.
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It was cacophony in the Shatterdome, but it wasn't anything Zephyrus Aetaerus wasn't used to. Having spent majority of his time in the Shatterdome, be it in training or as an actual Ranger, and it was practically home to the curly haired, petite male as he wandered over to the viewing bay. His mouth chewed on his breakfast - bland berry oatmeal bar he had grabbed from the mess hall on his way to the deck. He wasn't one for much food anyway, and rarely got hungry besides.
He did, however, need the sustenance.
Today wasn't going to be easy, at the very least. Sure, it was technically his fault - but really, could one fault him when his partner and boyfriend had his own issues to work through. Really. It didn't help either, that each time they drift, Bas could see everything that Zeph has ever done or thought, which just escalated their argument to whole new level. Everyone could not stop wondering just how in the world could two more explosive people be so drift compatible...but there you have it.
He knew they were the bane of the scientists and engineers working, but they also piloted a damned good Jaeger, and none of them wished for the pair to be decommissioned, so in the end, the PPDC had commisioned for a new type of helmet and drift system to fix the issues they had each time they had to drift after an argument when a kaiju attack came. If anything, the dirty looks the scientists from J-Tech and K-Science sent them was enough proof that Zeph wasn't exactly in their good books... but the boy was happy-go-lucky enough to not bother himself with that.
Finishing the last of his breakfast bar, he tossed the rest of the wrapper in a bin, as he entered the all-too familiar room where he would be rigged up to the new system the PPDC had asked to be made. As he was handed the new helmet though, the young male looked up, and then scowled when he saw his boyfriend, drift partner, and worst enemy all rolled in one. They were fresh from an argument the night before, this time no thanks to him digging around his head while they drifted only to find that one time, almost a decade ago where he had engaged in a licentious affair which lasted for all of one day, in a back alley with a foreign visiting diplomat he happened to meet.
And he got mad.
Over something that happened years ago.
That was the part Zephyrus really didn't get. Why did he want to pick a fight over such an inconsequential matter that had happened before they had even met? In all other matters and words, Basilides was a fantastic lover, and Zeph had no complaints. He loved as fiercely as he argued. But perhaps they could each do with a little toning down.
Prideful as he was though, the little lithe male was not likely to admit that. So he simply averted his gaze from his other half (not at all showing the pang in his heart as he did so), and merely pushed the helmet on his head. Of course, they were unlikely to remain uncommunicative at best the moment they started drifting. Zeph was merely avoiding the inevitable.
It was cacophony in the Shatterdome, but it wasn't anything Zephyrus Aetaerus wasn't used to. Having spent majority of his time in the Shatterdome, be it in training or as an actual Ranger, and it was practically home to the curly haired, petite male as he wandered over to the viewing bay. His mouth chewed on his breakfast - bland berry oatmeal bar he had grabbed from the mess hall on his way to the deck. He wasn't one for much food anyway, and rarely got hungry besides.
He did, however, need the sustenance.
Today wasn't going to be easy, at the very least. Sure, it was technically his fault - but really, could one fault him when his partner and boyfriend had his own issues to work through. Really. It didn't help either, that each time they drift, Bas could see everything that Zeph has ever done or thought, which just escalated their argument to whole new level. Everyone could not stop wondering just how in the world could two more explosive people be so drift compatible...but there you have it.
He knew they were the bane of the scientists and engineers working, but they also piloted a damned good Jaeger, and none of them wished for the pair to be decommissioned, so in the end, the PPDC had commisioned for a new type of helmet and drift system to fix the issues they had each time they had to drift after an argument when a kaiju attack came. If anything, the dirty looks the scientists from J-Tech and K-Science sent them was enough proof that Zeph wasn't exactly in their good books... but the boy was happy-go-lucky enough to not bother himself with that.
Finishing the last of his breakfast bar, he tossed the rest of the wrapper in a bin, as he entered the all-too familiar room where he would be rigged up to the new system the PPDC had asked to be made. As he was handed the new helmet though, the young male looked up, and then scowled when he saw his boyfriend, drift partner, and worst enemy all rolled in one. They were fresh from an argument the night before, this time no thanks to him digging around his head while they drifted only to find that one time, almost a decade ago where he had engaged in a licentious affair which lasted for all of one day, in a back alley with a foreign visiting diplomat he happened to meet.
And he got mad.
Over something that happened years ago.
That was the part Zephyrus really didn't get. Why did he want to pick a fight over such an inconsequential matter that had happened before they had even met? In all other matters and words, Basilides was a fantastic lover, and Zeph had no complaints. He loved as fiercely as he argued. But perhaps they could each do with a little toning down.
Prideful as he was though, the little lithe male was not likely to admit that. So he simply averted his gaze from his other half (not at all showing the pang in his heart as he did so), and merely pushed the helmet on his head. Of course, they were unlikely to remain uncommunicative at best the moment they started drifting. Zeph was merely avoiding the inevitable.
Bas stayed in bed for as long as he could, staring at the ceiling and replaying every moment in his head over and over. Hours earlier, he heard Zeph rise and swiftly leave their shared quarters. The moment the door shut behind his partner, he was finally able to exhale and rolled onto his back. There had to be a way to fix this. Or, so others thought.
It was more than a little embarrassing to hear about the planned improvements immediately following their nearly disastrous last drop. Of course, the terms 'streamlining communication between pilots' and 'limiting the opportunities for Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers"....something everyone knew as 'chasing the rabbit'. It was a fact of life that every pilot had to deal with, a standard risk that came with a job that involves connecting two human minds. Still, it was no less shameful that out of every other pair, the two of them had more R.A.B.I.T incidents than most of the other pilots combined. It should have grounded them for all of eternity, but no. Instead, they were the renowned pilots of Arctic Hellcat who held the record of the top three fastest kaiju kills in history. With a legacy like that, they were never coming off the roster, no matter their issues.
They would likely sink to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean in a shiny, chrome tomb first.
Bas glanced to the clock and groaned in disgust, finally throwing his legs over the side of the top bunk and landing with a frustrated thud. He put it off long enough. Perhaps some distance between them this morning would soften the blow of embarrassment that came from virtual gloves on their neural handshake.
It did not take long before he was completely kitted up, waiting in the staging area when Zeph entered, their frosted steel drivesuits matching in every way except size. Bas immediately noted the lack of eyecontact, which only added to his frustration with the situation. In the back of his mind, he knew an apology would be useless - apologies only matter if the effort is made for it not to happen again. They both knew that in their line of work, that would be impossible. Besides, on prior occasions when he did try to smooth things over with an apology, Zeph had thrown it right back in his face. Pride and past hurt prevented Bas from trying to offer an apology ever again.
However, he did not expect his lover to immediately cross and shove his helmet on before so much as a nod in his direction. Bas could not help his 'what the fuck' expression, easily noted by the other officers in the room. He bristled a bit, his shoulders stiffening and his eyebrows leveled into a straight, thick line. This was how is was going to be then, huh? Well, they certainly were going to give the new system an outright test, because in that moment, Bas wanted nothing more than to mentally kick Zeph's ass for such petty behavior.
"What's taking so long?" Bas nearly growled at another officer in the room, who in turn informed him of the delays from the J-Tech lab. Bas pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing a bit in frustration and leaning back in the chair. They would be waiting for a bit. To pass the time, he picked up the new helmet, attempting to admire the new features. He took a chance, quietly humming a thought to himself a moment. Without looking up, he asked Zeph, "How does it fit?"
He knew it was likely that the young man purposefully put on the helmet not to hear him, but if both microphones had been activated in the helmet, he knew Zeph could hear him.
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Bas stayed in bed for as long as he could, staring at the ceiling and replaying every moment in his head over and over. Hours earlier, he heard Zeph rise and swiftly leave their shared quarters. The moment the door shut behind his partner, he was finally able to exhale and rolled onto his back. There had to be a way to fix this. Or, so others thought.
It was more than a little embarrassing to hear about the planned improvements immediately following their nearly disastrous last drop. Of course, the terms 'streamlining communication between pilots' and 'limiting the opportunities for Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers"....something everyone knew as 'chasing the rabbit'. It was a fact of life that every pilot had to deal with, a standard risk that came with a job that involves connecting two human minds. Still, it was no less shameful that out of every other pair, the two of them had more R.A.B.I.T incidents than most of the other pilots combined. It should have grounded them for all of eternity, but no. Instead, they were the renowned pilots of Arctic Hellcat who held the record of the top three fastest kaiju kills in history. With a legacy like that, they were never coming off the roster, no matter their issues.
They would likely sink to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean in a shiny, chrome tomb first.
Bas glanced to the clock and groaned in disgust, finally throwing his legs over the side of the top bunk and landing with a frustrated thud. He put it off long enough. Perhaps some distance between them this morning would soften the blow of embarrassment that came from virtual gloves on their neural handshake.
It did not take long before he was completely kitted up, waiting in the staging area when Zeph entered, their frosted steel drivesuits matching in every way except size. Bas immediately noted the lack of eyecontact, which only added to his frustration with the situation. In the back of his mind, he knew an apology would be useless - apologies only matter if the effort is made for it not to happen again. They both knew that in their line of work, that would be impossible. Besides, on prior occasions when he did try to smooth things over with an apology, Zeph had thrown it right back in his face. Pride and past hurt prevented Bas from trying to offer an apology ever again.
However, he did not expect his lover to immediately cross and shove his helmet on before so much as a nod in his direction. Bas could not help his 'what the fuck' expression, easily noted by the other officers in the room. He bristled a bit, his shoulders stiffening and his eyebrows leveled into a straight, thick line. This was how is was going to be then, huh? Well, they certainly were going to give the new system an outright test, because in that moment, Bas wanted nothing more than to mentally kick Zeph's ass for such petty behavior.
"What's taking so long?" Bas nearly growled at another officer in the room, who in turn informed him of the delays from the J-Tech lab. Bas pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing a bit in frustration and leaning back in the chair. They would be waiting for a bit. To pass the time, he picked up the new helmet, attempting to admire the new features. He took a chance, quietly humming a thought to himself a moment. Without looking up, he asked Zeph, "How does it fit?"
He knew it was likely that the young man purposefully put on the helmet not to hear him, but if both microphones had been activated in the helmet, he knew Zeph could hear him.
Bas stayed in bed for as long as he could, staring at the ceiling and replaying every moment in his head over and over. Hours earlier, he heard Zeph rise and swiftly leave their shared quarters. The moment the door shut behind his partner, he was finally able to exhale and rolled onto his back. There had to be a way to fix this. Or, so others thought.
It was more than a little embarrassing to hear about the planned improvements immediately following their nearly disastrous last drop. Of course, the terms 'streamlining communication between pilots' and 'limiting the opportunities for Random Access Brain Impulse Triggers"....something everyone knew as 'chasing the rabbit'. It was a fact of life that every pilot had to deal with, a standard risk that came with a job that involves connecting two human minds. Still, it was no less shameful that out of every other pair, the two of them had more R.A.B.I.T incidents than most of the other pilots combined. It should have grounded them for all of eternity, but no. Instead, they were the renowned pilots of Arctic Hellcat who held the record of the top three fastest kaiju kills in history. With a legacy like that, they were never coming off the roster, no matter their issues.
They would likely sink to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean in a shiny, chrome tomb first.
Bas glanced to the clock and groaned in disgust, finally throwing his legs over the side of the top bunk and landing with a frustrated thud. He put it off long enough. Perhaps some distance between them this morning would soften the blow of embarrassment that came from virtual gloves on their neural handshake.
It did not take long before he was completely kitted up, waiting in the staging area when Zeph entered, their frosted steel drivesuits matching in every way except size. Bas immediately noted the lack of eyecontact, which only added to his frustration with the situation. In the back of his mind, he knew an apology would be useless - apologies only matter if the effort is made for it not to happen again. They both knew that in their line of work, that would be impossible. Besides, on prior occasions when he did try to smooth things over with an apology, Zeph had thrown it right back in his face. Pride and past hurt prevented Bas from trying to offer an apology ever again.
However, he did not expect his lover to immediately cross and shove his helmet on before so much as a nod in his direction. Bas could not help his 'what the fuck' expression, easily noted by the other officers in the room. He bristled a bit, his shoulders stiffening and his eyebrows leveled into a straight, thick line. This was how is was going to be then, huh? Well, they certainly were going to give the new system an outright test, because in that moment, Bas wanted nothing more than to mentally kick Zeph's ass for such petty behavior.
"What's taking so long?" Bas nearly growled at another officer in the room, who in turn informed him of the delays from the J-Tech lab. Bas pinched the bridge of his nose, huffing a bit in frustration and leaning back in the chair. They would be waiting for a bit. To pass the time, he picked up the new helmet, attempting to admire the new features. He took a chance, quietly humming a thought to himself a moment. Without looking up, he asked Zeph, "How does it fit?"
He knew it was likely that the young man purposefully put on the helmet not to hear him, but if both microphones had been activated in the helmet, he knew Zeph could hear him.
here were few things that Leto could claim that she truly liked in this world. Fresh coffee with way too much cream, most cats, brand-new first person shooter video games, and European sports cars were all on top of the list in no particular order. Other human beings rarely ever made the list, but over the past several years, Nephele had managed to squirm her way into Leto's Top Five. Her partner-in-crime was easily made the days here surrounded by testosterone-pumped Rangers and neckbearded MIT graduates bearable. Growing up, she rarely had someone she could consider a friend or a kindred spirit - but in Neph, she found all those things and more.
"You have just saved my life," Leto said, in her usual hyperbolic yet apathetic sounding tone, as she accepted the hair tie and immediately tossed her mass of dark curls into an oversized bun. The relief was immediate as fresh air seemed to rush across the trails of sweat on her neck. One corner of her lips flickered up in a half-smiled 'thank you'. Then her eyes settled on the small air conditioning unit, resulting in Leto's closed eyes and raised hands in praise.
As she crawled onto the ground to find an appropriate outlet under the computer desk that would not lead to some sort of catastrophic technical failure, she continued on her heat-striken ramble, "There is a God, she is a woman, and her name is Neph." As soon as she replaced the plug with the one for the unit, she sighed happily as the old rust-bucket of a machine groaned into existence and a rush of air (not quite yet cooled) blew across the desk, rustling some papers along the way. Standing, she aimed the unit towards the main console, hoping that some cool air would allow for the process to speed up. Immediately, she noticed the percentages climbing.
As she turned, listening to Neph, she accepted the phone and her eyes lit up at the images of the new helmets.
"Ooooh, sexy," she said, pinching the images to zoom in on the new connections and the sleek design. There was kind of a rule among the engineers and programmers that, if you're going to make something new, you have to make it look SUPER cool. The engineers had accomplished that goal on the outside, and with the hours and hours of coding Neph and Leto had done over the past weeks, the new UI would match up just right. "I can't wait to see how they react to the new interface and the notifications. It looks awesome on our end. I have a feeling they won't appreciate it."
Leto couldn't help the dark smirk on her lips, knowing the line she toed the line of professionalism by making the R.A.B.I.T. notices both streamlined and unavoidable for the pilots receiving them.
A moment later, the computer bleeped. The green bar read 100% and a small bubble at the bottom of the screen asked 'Would you like to remove disk?'
"Yes, yes I would," she murmured as she deftly clicked the alert and the brightly colored chip powered down to be removed. Setting them gingerly in the appropriate case, she snapped it shut and handed it to Neph. "We should leave the A/C unit here so the servers stay up. The last thing we need is for it all to crash, today of all days."
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here were few things that Leto could claim that she truly liked in this world. Fresh coffee with way too much cream, most cats, brand-new first person shooter video games, and European sports cars were all on top of the list in no particular order. Other human beings rarely ever made the list, but over the past several years, Nephele had managed to squirm her way into Leto's Top Five. Her partner-in-crime was easily made the days here surrounded by testosterone-pumped Rangers and neckbearded MIT graduates bearable. Growing up, she rarely had someone she could consider a friend or a kindred spirit - but in Neph, she found all those things and more.
"You have just saved my life," Leto said, in her usual hyperbolic yet apathetic sounding tone, as she accepted the hair tie and immediately tossed her mass of dark curls into an oversized bun. The relief was immediate as fresh air seemed to rush across the trails of sweat on her neck. One corner of her lips flickered up in a half-smiled 'thank you'. Then her eyes settled on the small air conditioning unit, resulting in Leto's closed eyes and raised hands in praise.
As she crawled onto the ground to find an appropriate outlet under the computer desk that would not lead to some sort of catastrophic technical failure, she continued on her heat-striken ramble, "There is a God, she is a woman, and her name is Neph." As soon as she replaced the plug with the one for the unit, she sighed happily as the old rust-bucket of a machine groaned into existence and a rush of air (not quite yet cooled) blew across the desk, rustling some papers along the way. Standing, she aimed the unit towards the main console, hoping that some cool air would allow for the process to speed up. Immediately, she noticed the percentages climbing.
As she turned, listening to Neph, she accepted the phone and her eyes lit up at the images of the new helmets.
"Ooooh, sexy," she said, pinching the images to zoom in on the new connections and the sleek design. There was kind of a rule among the engineers and programmers that, if you're going to make something new, you have to make it look SUPER cool. The engineers had accomplished that goal on the outside, and with the hours and hours of coding Neph and Leto had done over the past weeks, the new UI would match up just right. "I can't wait to see how they react to the new interface and the notifications. It looks awesome on our end. I have a feeling they won't appreciate it."
Leto couldn't help the dark smirk on her lips, knowing the line she toed the line of professionalism by making the R.A.B.I.T. notices both streamlined and unavoidable for the pilots receiving them.
A moment later, the computer bleeped. The green bar read 100% and a small bubble at the bottom of the screen asked 'Would you like to remove disk?'
"Yes, yes I would," she murmured as she deftly clicked the alert and the brightly colored chip powered down to be removed. Setting them gingerly in the appropriate case, she snapped it shut and handed it to Neph. "We should leave the A/C unit here so the servers stay up. The last thing we need is for it all to crash, today of all days."
here were few things that Leto could claim that she truly liked in this world. Fresh coffee with way too much cream, most cats, brand-new first person shooter video games, and European sports cars were all on top of the list in no particular order. Other human beings rarely ever made the list, but over the past several years, Nephele had managed to squirm her way into Leto's Top Five. Her partner-in-crime was easily made the days here surrounded by testosterone-pumped Rangers and neckbearded MIT graduates bearable. Growing up, she rarely had someone she could consider a friend or a kindred spirit - but in Neph, she found all those things and more.
"You have just saved my life," Leto said, in her usual hyperbolic yet apathetic sounding tone, as she accepted the hair tie and immediately tossed her mass of dark curls into an oversized bun. The relief was immediate as fresh air seemed to rush across the trails of sweat on her neck. One corner of her lips flickered up in a half-smiled 'thank you'. Then her eyes settled on the small air conditioning unit, resulting in Leto's closed eyes and raised hands in praise.
As she crawled onto the ground to find an appropriate outlet under the computer desk that would not lead to some sort of catastrophic technical failure, she continued on her heat-striken ramble, "There is a God, she is a woman, and her name is Neph." As soon as she replaced the plug with the one for the unit, she sighed happily as the old rust-bucket of a machine groaned into existence and a rush of air (not quite yet cooled) blew across the desk, rustling some papers along the way. Standing, she aimed the unit towards the main console, hoping that some cool air would allow for the process to speed up. Immediately, she noticed the percentages climbing.
As she turned, listening to Neph, she accepted the phone and her eyes lit up at the images of the new helmets.
"Ooooh, sexy," she said, pinching the images to zoom in on the new connections and the sleek design. There was kind of a rule among the engineers and programmers that, if you're going to make something new, you have to make it look SUPER cool. The engineers had accomplished that goal on the outside, and with the hours and hours of coding Neph and Leto had done over the past weeks, the new UI would match up just right. "I can't wait to see how they react to the new interface and the notifications. It looks awesome on our end. I have a feeling they won't appreciate it."
Leto couldn't help the dark smirk on her lips, knowing the line she toed the line of professionalism by making the R.A.B.I.T. notices both streamlined and unavoidable for the pilots receiving them.
A moment later, the computer bleeped. The green bar read 100% and a small bubble at the bottom of the screen asked 'Would you like to remove disk?'
"Yes, yes I would," she murmured as she deftly clicked the alert and the brightly colored chip powered down to be removed. Setting them gingerly in the appropriate case, she snapped it shut and handed it to Neph. "We should leave the A/C unit here so the servers stay up. The last thing we need is for it all to crash, today of all days."
Nephele grinned like the cat that got the cream at the downright blissful look for her partner in crime. Her smile covered miles, and Nephele bowed with a flourish. "You know I have to, you're the only one without an inflated ego here." Sing song to Leto's dry tones, they were a study in opposites to each other, a pair that fit together perfectly when they needed to. Privately, she couldn't help but think they'd be a better Drift pair than the two giant children they were working with today. At the very least, they wouldn't bicker nearly as much.
Neph snapped the bands of her suspenders with a laugh at Leto's proclamation. "You're damn right I'm a god, do you know how much red tape I had to cut through to get that thing? They hadn't received and logged it in yet, and you know how much the shipping department hates it when you take things before they've been added to inventory. Almost as hard to work with as the Jaeger pilots." Neph unashamedly sidled closer to the air conditioner as it whirled to life, eyes glued to the monitor as the casing cooled, bit by bit. Enough for it to work smoother, the fans no longer doing their best impression of a jet airplane.
"Yeah it is." Neph bumped her shoulder against Leto's as she shook her head, flyaway hair untouched by the cooling breeze. "They won't, but I certainly will. It's genius, and it's solid enough they won't be able to bitch about it easily. Hopefully it'll be the wake-up call we need. It will make them tolerable, and the other pilots will have an easier time of it too." She snuck Leto a triumphant grin before she stepped away to borrow another cart, the bright and bold lettering proclaiming it as J-Tech territory. The one good cart in the lab, it was mercifully free of squeaky wheels or dents, and it was one that Neph jealously guarded, petty as it was. She quickly piled the handful of metric charts, UI tutorials and her tablet on it. The first trial run was bound to have a few hitches, no matter how hard she and Leto had worked on it. And if it was viable, she wanted the people on the ground to have a couple copies to work with and hand out to the other pilots. Their new R.A.B.I.T alert system wouldn't do a whole lot of good if nobody got what the system tried to tell them. Idiot proof was never truly idiot proof, after all.
Neph was one hop short of bouncing when Leto handed her the case, excited as she was. She set the little case on top, their collective pride and joy. Both of them had worked round the clock to make it work, and she hoped it worked. They needed it to work. She gave Leto a quick nod, if a mournful one. "As much as I wish I could just carry it with me, you're right. If the server crashes while we're up there, I'll tear my hair out. No lie." Neph pulled the cart to her and swiveled it to aim for the door, bright hope and exasperated dread a war in her. Time to find out if their new program worked. "Ready to go?"
She bumped the blast door switch with her hip and was out of the door as soon as she could fit the cart through, careful to take it easy on her cargo. It wasn't far to the Mission Control bay, and they had a moment to breathe before they got there. She tossed a look over her shoulder to Leto, expression more somber than usual. "You think it's gonna help, right? Like, that it's gonna work and that they're gonna listen to it?" Truthfully, Neph wasn't sure, as much as she tried to keep herself cheery about it.
She took a deep breath as she approached the entrance bay before she pushed in, eyes immediately drawn to the monitor HUD and the two pilot cameras they'd hooked up in order to monitor and record reactions. Both feeds were up, being part of the revamped set up, and the emotions on both their faces didn't bode well. Nephele frowned and cast Leto a doubtful look before pushing forwards towards the control desk and the microphones that would broadcast to said pilots. A quick thumb prepped the recording software and started it; she quickly plastered a serious look on her face, doubt packed away. It'd do no good here. "R.A.B.I.T Prevention Alarm System, log number twenty-four is a go. Live pilot testing is ready. Technicians Nephele and Leto on deck, Rangers Zephyrus and Basilides, first pilot testers. Are you ready, guys?" She directed this question to the pair of them, one hand holding the comm in her ear as the other offered one to Leto.
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Nephele grinned like the cat that got the cream at the downright blissful look for her partner in crime. Her smile covered miles, and Nephele bowed with a flourish. "You know I have to, you're the only one without an inflated ego here." Sing song to Leto's dry tones, they were a study in opposites to each other, a pair that fit together perfectly when they needed to. Privately, she couldn't help but think they'd be a better Drift pair than the two giant children they were working with today. At the very least, they wouldn't bicker nearly as much.
Neph snapped the bands of her suspenders with a laugh at Leto's proclamation. "You're damn right I'm a god, do you know how much red tape I had to cut through to get that thing? They hadn't received and logged it in yet, and you know how much the shipping department hates it when you take things before they've been added to inventory. Almost as hard to work with as the Jaeger pilots." Neph unashamedly sidled closer to the air conditioner as it whirled to life, eyes glued to the monitor as the casing cooled, bit by bit. Enough for it to work smoother, the fans no longer doing their best impression of a jet airplane.
"Yeah it is." Neph bumped her shoulder against Leto's as she shook her head, flyaway hair untouched by the cooling breeze. "They won't, but I certainly will. It's genius, and it's solid enough they won't be able to bitch about it easily. Hopefully it'll be the wake-up call we need. It will make them tolerable, and the other pilots will have an easier time of it too." She snuck Leto a triumphant grin before she stepped away to borrow another cart, the bright and bold lettering proclaiming it as J-Tech territory. The one good cart in the lab, it was mercifully free of squeaky wheels or dents, and it was one that Neph jealously guarded, petty as it was. She quickly piled the handful of metric charts, UI tutorials and her tablet on it. The first trial run was bound to have a few hitches, no matter how hard she and Leto had worked on it. And if it was viable, she wanted the people on the ground to have a couple copies to work with and hand out to the other pilots. Their new R.A.B.I.T alert system wouldn't do a whole lot of good if nobody got what the system tried to tell them. Idiot proof was never truly idiot proof, after all.
Neph was one hop short of bouncing when Leto handed her the case, excited as she was. She set the little case on top, their collective pride and joy. Both of them had worked round the clock to make it work, and she hoped it worked. They needed it to work. She gave Leto a quick nod, if a mournful one. "As much as I wish I could just carry it with me, you're right. If the server crashes while we're up there, I'll tear my hair out. No lie." Neph pulled the cart to her and swiveled it to aim for the door, bright hope and exasperated dread a war in her. Time to find out if their new program worked. "Ready to go?"
She bumped the blast door switch with her hip and was out of the door as soon as she could fit the cart through, careful to take it easy on her cargo. It wasn't far to the Mission Control bay, and they had a moment to breathe before they got there. She tossed a look over her shoulder to Leto, expression more somber than usual. "You think it's gonna help, right? Like, that it's gonna work and that they're gonna listen to it?" Truthfully, Neph wasn't sure, as much as she tried to keep herself cheery about it.
She took a deep breath as she approached the entrance bay before she pushed in, eyes immediately drawn to the monitor HUD and the two pilot cameras they'd hooked up in order to monitor and record reactions. Both feeds were up, being part of the revamped set up, and the emotions on both their faces didn't bode well. Nephele frowned and cast Leto a doubtful look before pushing forwards towards the control desk and the microphones that would broadcast to said pilots. A quick thumb prepped the recording software and started it; she quickly plastered a serious look on her face, doubt packed away. It'd do no good here. "R.A.B.I.T Prevention Alarm System, log number twenty-four is a go. Live pilot testing is ready. Technicians Nephele and Leto on deck, Rangers Zephyrus and Basilides, first pilot testers. Are you ready, guys?" She directed this question to the pair of them, one hand holding the comm in her ear as the other offered one to Leto.
Nephele grinned like the cat that got the cream at the downright blissful look for her partner in crime. Her smile covered miles, and Nephele bowed with a flourish. "You know I have to, you're the only one without an inflated ego here." Sing song to Leto's dry tones, they were a study in opposites to each other, a pair that fit together perfectly when they needed to. Privately, she couldn't help but think they'd be a better Drift pair than the two giant children they were working with today. At the very least, they wouldn't bicker nearly as much.
Neph snapped the bands of her suspenders with a laugh at Leto's proclamation. "You're damn right I'm a god, do you know how much red tape I had to cut through to get that thing? They hadn't received and logged it in yet, and you know how much the shipping department hates it when you take things before they've been added to inventory. Almost as hard to work with as the Jaeger pilots." Neph unashamedly sidled closer to the air conditioner as it whirled to life, eyes glued to the monitor as the casing cooled, bit by bit. Enough for it to work smoother, the fans no longer doing their best impression of a jet airplane.
"Yeah it is." Neph bumped her shoulder against Leto's as she shook her head, flyaway hair untouched by the cooling breeze. "They won't, but I certainly will. It's genius, and it's solid enough they won't be able to bitch about it easily. Hopefully it'll be the wake-up call we need. It will make them tolerable, and the other pilots will have an easier time of it too." She snuck Leto a triumphant grin before she stepped away to borrow another cart, the bright and bold lettering proclaiming it as J-Tech territory. The one good cart in the lab, it was mercifully free of squeaky wheels or dents, and it was one that Neph jealously guarded, petty as it was. She quickly piled the handful of metric charts, UI tutorials and her tablet on it. The first trial run was bound to have a few hitches, no matter how hard she and Leto had worked on it. And if it was viable, she wanted the people on the ground to have a couple copies to work with and hand out to the other pilots. Their new R.A.B.I.T alert system wouldn't do a whole lot of good if nobody got what the system tried to tell them. Idiot proof was never truly idiot proof, after all.
Neph was one hop short of bouncing when Leto handed her the case, excited as she was. She set the little case on top, their collective pride and joy. Both of them had worked round the clock to make it work, and she hoped it worked. They needed it to work. She gave Leto a quick nod, if a mournful one. "As much as I wish I could just carry it with me, you're right. If the server crashes while we're up there, I'll tear my hair out. No lie." Neph pulled the cart to her and swiveled it to aim for the door, bright hope and exasperated dread a war in her. Time to find out if their new program worked. "Ready to go?"
She bumped the blast door switch with her hip and was out of the door as soon as she could fit the cart through, careful to take it easy on her cargo. It wasn't far to the Mission Control bay, and they had a moment to breathe before they got there. She tossed a look over her shoulder to Leto, expression more somber than usual. "You think it's gonna help, right? Like, that it's gonna work and that they're gonna listen to it?" Truthfully, Neph wasn't sure, as much as she tried to keep herself cheery about it.
She took a deep breath as she approached the entrance bay before she pushed in, eyes immediately drawn to the monitor HUD and the two pilot cameras they'd hooked up in order to monitor and record reactions. Both feeds were up, being part of the revamped set up, and the emotions on both their faces didn't bode well. Nephele frowned and cast Leto a doubtful look before pushing forwards towards the control desk and the microphones that would broadcast to said pilots. A quick thumb prepped the recording software and started it; she quickly plastered a serious look on her face, doubt packed away. It'd do no good here. "R.A.B.I.T Prevention Alarm System, log number twenty-four is a go. Live pilot testing is ready. Technicians Nephele and Leto on deck, Rangers Zephyrus and Basilides, first pilot testers. Are you ready, guys?" She directed this question to the pair of them, one hand holding the comm in her ear as the other offered one to Leto.
He felt rather then saw his lover bristle in response to his obvious cold shoulder - expected, really. Their tempers ran as wide as a valley and as long as the Nile river. You'd think by now they had both learned to rein it in, but they both seemed to have a bad combination of overheated tempers and an inflated sense of pride that just meant most of their arguments resulted in them kissing one another silent, and any argument considered resolved once they tumble into bed together. Not the healthiest relationship, nor one that worked, but it had worked in so far as it does for these two.
Of course, the scientists they worked for may disagree.
Zephyrus faintly heard the response of the officer with the explanation on why the process was taking that long, but the lithe male didn't bother responding, and instead headed over for the other officer to suit and hook him up. Only when Basilides's voice filtered through with a question definitely directed at him ( and it does not help that the stupid officer had turned on the microphones, and it showed when the button lit up so he couldn't even pretend he hadn't heard), did he scowl inwardly. He had paused, processing how to respond, before his caustic reply was tossed at his lover.
"You have legs. Find ouy yourself."
It was hissed more then anything, but if Zephyrus had bothered look up, he would've seen how the officers in charge of suiting and hooking them up had blanched at his obvious show of displeasure to his drift partner - a sure sign that this would go horribly wrong, if they were the sign-seeking kind. But it was dangerous, and they all knew that. Kaiju attacks did not wait for it to be a good day between Basilides and Zephyrus, and if an attack happened on a bad day, it could spell disaster for them all. This was why J-Tech had been roped in afterall, was it not?
As if right on cue, the intercom buzzed with one of the voices from the scientists themselves, as the system whirred to life, as if the heart had started pumping. All it took was for everything to begin lighting up for Zephyrus to perk up and lock in down to work mode, obvious when anyone could take a look at his serious face if he had had the helmet off. The question the slight female scientist gave him though, had him scoffing. "I'm always ready." he muttered, and stopped there. The implication was clear though. He was ready, but whether or not Bas was, Zeph was not going to answer for that.
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He felt rather then saw his lover bristle in response to his obvious cold shoulder - expected, really. Their tempers ran as wide as a valley and as long as the Nile river. You'd think by now they had both learned to rein it in, but they both seemed to have a bad combination of overheated tempers and an inflated sense of pride that just meant most of their arguments resulted in them kissing one another silent, and any argument considered resolved once they tumble into bed together. Not the healthiest relationship, nor one that worked, but it had worked in so far as it does for these two.
Of course, the scientists they worked for may disagree.
Zephyrus faintly heard the response of the officer with the explanation on why the process was taking that long, but the lithe male didn't bother responding, and instead headed over for the other officer to suit and hook him up. Only when Basilides's voice filtered through with a question definitely directed at him ( and it does not help that the stupid officer had turned on the microphones, and it showed when the button lit up so he couldn't even pretend he hadn't heard), did he scowl inwardly. He had paused, processing how to respond, before his caustic reply was tossed at his lover.
"You have legs. Find ouy yourself."
It was hissed more then anything, but if Zephyrus had bothered look up, he would've seen how the officers in charge of suiting and hooking them up had blanched at his obvious show of displeasure to his drift partner - a sure sign that this would go horribly wrong, if they were the sign-seeking kind. But it was dangerous, and they all knew that. Kaiju attacks did not wait for it to be a good day between Basilides and Zephyrus, and if an attack happened on a bad day, it could spell disaster for them all. This was why J-Tech had been roped in afterall, was it not?
As if right on cue, the intercom buzzed with one of the voices from the scientists themselves, as the system whirred to life, as if the heart had started pumping. All it took was for everything to begin lighting up for Zephyrus to perk up and lock in down to work mode, obvious when anyone could take a look at his serious face if he had had the helmet off. The question the slight female scientist gave him though, had him scoffing. "I'm always ready." he muttered, and stopped there. The implication was clear though. He was ready, but whether or not Bas was, Zeph was not going to answer for that.
He felt rather then saw his lover bristle in response to his obvious cold shoulder - expected, really. Their tempers ran as wide as a valley and as long as the Nile river. You'd think by now they had both learned to rein it in, but they both seemed to have a bad combination of overheated tempers and an inflated sense of pride that just meant most of their arguments resulted in them kissing one another silent, and any argument considered resolved once they tumble into bed together. Not the healthiest relationship, nor one that worked, but it had worked in so far as it does for these two.
Of course, the scientists they worked for may disagree.
Zephyrus faintly heard the response of the officer with the explanation on why the process was taking that long, but the lithe male didn't bother responding, and instead headed over for the other officer to suit and hook him up. Only when Basilides's voice filtered through with a question definitely directed at him ( and it does not help that the stupid officer had turned on the microphones, and it showed when the button lit up so he couldn't even pretend he hadn't heard), did he scowl inwardly. He had paused, processing how to respond, before his caustic reply was tossed at his lover.
"You have legs. Find ouy yourself."
It was hissed more then anything, but if Zephyrus had bothered look up, he would've seen how the officers in charge of suiting and hooking them up had blanched at his obvious show of displeasure to his drift partner - a sure sign that this would go horribly wrong, if they were the sign-seeking kind. But it was dangerous, and they all knew that. Kaiju attacks did not wait for it to be a good day between Basilides and Zephyrus, and if an attack happened on a bad day, it could spell disaster for them all. This was why J-Tech had been roped in afterall, was it not?
As if right on cue, the intercom buzzed with one of the voices from the scientists themselves, as the system whirred to life, as if the heart had started pumping. All it took was for everything to begin lighting up for Zephyrus to perk up and lock in down to work mode, obvious when anyone could take a look at his serious face if he had had the helmet off. The question the slight female scientist gave him though, had him scoffing. "I'm always ready." he muttered, and stopped there. The implication was clear though. He was ready, but whether or not Bas was, Zeph was not going to answer for that.