[ trust is a strange concept for rangers. it is as much a current (mutable, powerful, invisible) as it is a currency. absolutes are found in one's copilot- the be all end all of a ranger's existence. when they become every inch of who they were and are and might be, lined up against someone else's. where synapses and nerve endings are forged like steel and turn out weapons all the same.
chuck had never met yancy becket. he was one of the faces that circled on static filled television screens and was a name thrown around over mess hall dinners. it isn't personal, whatever they are, but it doesn't need to be. becket is a ranger, a jaeger pilot. blood bonds and life long friendships aren't necessary parts of the equation.
the man settles on the floor, dutifully plucking at his appointed task and neither one of them mention that they should be sleeping. that there are other things to do. that in the grand scheme of things, this is somewhere closer to the middle of the priority roster. chuck throws another mangled patch of wire in his direction without a backwards glance and still manages to gouge his elbow on a stay coil. ]
Kickin' around here somewhere. [ he offers instead, and it is the closest to an invitation chuck ever really comes. when he speaks again it's a beat later. a stretch long enough for him to reconsider opening his mouth at all and his voice is quieter than anything he's let loose so far. ]
It's gonna take awhile. [ you don't have to stay. ]
chuck had never met yancy becket. he was one of the faces that circled on static filled television screens and was a name thrown around over mess hall dinners. it isn't personal, whatever they are, but it doesn't need to be. becket is a ranger, a jaeger pilot. blood bonds and life long friendships aren't necessary parts of the equation.
the man settles on the floor, dutifully plucking at his appointed task and neither one of them mention that they should be sleeping. that there are other things to do. that in the grand scheme of things, this is somewhere closer to the middle of the priority roster. chuck throws another mangled patch of wire in his direction without a backwards glance and still manages to gouge his elbow on a stay coil. ]
Kickin' around here somewhere. [ he offers instead, and it is the closest to an invitation chuck ever really comes. when he speaks again it's a beat later. a stretch long enough for him to reconsider opening his mouth at all and his voice is quieter than anything he's let loose so far. ]
It's gonna take awhile. [ you don't have to stay. ]
[ yancy looks up just enough to reach for the wire--
--and then pauses when he sees the beginnings of blood welling on the fresh cut on chuck's arm.
it has to be understood: before he was a ranger, before he was a cadet going through the ppdc's rigorous requirements to make the inevitable cut, yancy becket was a brother to two younger siblings first. he was a son to a mother fighting a losing war to cancer, a son to a man who walked out without so much of a backwards glance at the family he decided he no longer wanted.
chuck and him... they're not friends. he can't even call them 'comrades at arms' because they never served together. chuck's father is a different story -- hero, icon, someone yancy had seen in action in manila just months before. if the five years felt like five years, maybe the awe deep in his gut at the mention of the name HANSEN would be settled into something less... visceral. but those five years have been five years for everyone else -- not so for him.
he doesn't remark on the wound, just stands to look around for anything to offer to chuck to staunch the wound with as much as he is also looking for the wire cutter. ]
Got time. [ sleep is going to be shot for a while. might as well be, anyway. given how things have been. ]
--and then pauses when he sees the beginnings of blood welling on the fresh cut on chuck's arm.
it has to be understood: before he was a ranger, before he was a cadet going through the ppdc's rigorous requirements to make the inevitable cut, yancy becket was a brother to two younger siblings first. he was a son to a mother fighting a losing war to cancer, a son to a man who walked out without so much of a backwards glance at the family he decided he no longer wanted.
chuck and him... they're not friends. he can't even call them 'comrades at arms' because they never served together. chuck's father is a different story -- hero, icon, someone yancy had seen in action in manila just months before. if the five years felt like five years, maybe the awe deep in his gut at the mention of the name HANSEN would be settled into something less... visceral. but those five years have been five years for everyone else -- not so for him.
he doesn't remark on the wound, just stands to look around for anything to offer to chuck to staunch the wound with as much as he is also looking for the wire cutter. ]
Got time. [ sleep is going to be shot for a while. might as well be, anyway. given how things have been. ]
[ it'll bruise, which makes the slash on his elbow one more irritant to grumble over in the morning- but chuck is largely unconcerned otherwise. mori had made as much of a fuss as she was ever inclined to for leaving a brand new scar across his brow, but chuck thinks that the two are probably close in significance. his body isn't going to dredged up from the pacific, if any of it was left recognizable in the first place- and what is there to mourn by way of new scars and burns on a body he no longer owns.
becket is moving around some short distance off, likely after the cutters, and chuck leaves him to it. he isn't unguarded (because chuck has never learned how to be that. how to be a person. flesh and blood beneath a drive suit.) but in his lack of attention, of wary observation- it's near enough. yancy becket is surprisingly easy company, and chuck hasn't yet dug up an interest in tearing the foundation out. ]
Avoiding them too? [ it isn't a give away because it isn't inclusive. chuck isn't like them- isn't mori or becket or his old man- and he never will be. but he's been used like this before; a distraction. a tool. and at least this he knows. ]
becket is moving around some short distance off, likely after the cutters, and chuck leaves him to it. he isn't unguarded (because chuck has never learned how to be that. how to be a person. flesh and blood beneath a drive suit.) but in his lack of attention, of wary observation- it's near enough. yancy becket is surprisingly easy company, and chuck hasn't yet dug up an interest in tearing the foundation out. ]
Avoiding them too? [ it isn't a give away because it isn't inclusive. chuck isn't like them- isn't mori or becket or his old man- and he never will be. but he's been used like this before; a distraction. a tool. and at least this he knows. ]
[ though they've hardly been out of one another's sight for very long, Herc feels something unwind in his chest; a tangle that was not dissimilar to watching Chuck suit up for their Jaeger without him. he exhales ]
Master Chief is MIA.
Master Chief is MIA.
Negative.
His communicator is returning an error signal.
His communicator is returning an error signal.
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2013-12-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
i need to ask you something.
[ How eloquent, but yeah basically. ]
i kissed her and right now it's a little weird
are you gonna hear me out or not?
i kissed her and right now it's a little weird
are you gonna hear me out or not?
[ So the cavern collapsed and it was all really scary, especially for the likes of Alayne who's had more scramble than spring in her step when it comes to perilous situations. She'd almost lost Lady in the collapse, but the Doctor had salvaged her when she'd run off, leaving Alayne no choice but to scrabble, tear-stained, to surface with little Nigredo in tow.
Now that things are settled, her thoughts turn to those should ask after. The Master Chief is gone and she feels that loss poignantly but she tries not to flounder. ]
Ranger Hansen, are you still with us?
Now that things are settled, her thoughts turn to those should ask after. The Master Chief is gone and she feels that loss poignantly but she tries not to flounder. ]
Ranger Hansen, are you still with us?
do you trust me?
and fuck around, i'm asking you seriously.
and fuck around, i'm asking you seriously.
[ there's really no other way to ask this. ]
do you trust me with mako?
do you trust me with mako?
[ except he did. he saved himself in the end, but it's just semantics, isn't it? ]
that's not what i asked.
that's not what i asked.
[ you shouldn't have had to die without your father. one day raleigh will quit hiding behind survival and finally say that to your face. ]
not anymore?
not anymore?
you ever wonder what it would've been like, if you and mako worked out?
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