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02.10.2016: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Important Science News: Pacific Rim-Style Drifting Between Two People Is Totally Real
If you’ve always wanted to pilot your own Jaeger (and let’s face it, who hasn’t), have hope; for the first time ever, a study has proven that two people can transfer thoughts between their brains without the help of talking, writing, or any sort of invasive technology. I think I would like to name my Jaeger “Feminist Killjoy.”
Scientists from Duke University published a study called “Conscious Brain-to-Brain Communication in Humans Using Non-Invasive Technologies” this summer, in which they establish for the first time ever that “mind-to-mind” communication between “conscious activity” of two people is entirely possible.
Tony was taken back when Steve snapped. He wouldn’t lie, he never piloted a Jaeger before and of course he would only read about the symptoms and the after effects such a violent separation would cause to the victims. “No. No, I haven’t”, he replied calmly. “You can’t pilot solo and I don’t give the big shot orders around here. All I know is that he will definitely try and find you a new co pilot. You don’t like this, you go shout at him if you have the guts to do so.”
“I believe that I know quite a lot. I wouldn’t be standing here if I wasn’t more than qualified to do this”, he gritted his teeth.
Steve returned a dark chuckle. “You can’t tell
someone who has piloted solo that they can’t,
Stark.” He refused to break eye contact this time,
as intimidating as he was, he wasn’t going to back
down. “Watch me.” Steve pushed himself away
from the desk and paced for the large iron-clad
door, pulling it open with a yank that created a
large screech from the sheer weight he had just shifted.
“You don’t know as much as you think."
“I know very well how piloting works, thank you very much”, Tony replied in slight annoyance. “And you won’t accept to pilot again because you’ve lost your first partner? You might click with a new guy or gal, I doubt that you can afford being sentimental right now.” Howard’s strict teachings shaped Tony up to that day and sometimes he hated how much that was showing. “You might find yourself inside a Jaeger sooner than you expected, Rogers, you should start getting used to that idea."
He remained quiet for a moment too, wondering if he was being too harsh, but Steve was practically dissing his own designs that he was so proud of right in front of him. “That’s not the reaction that I expected from a legendary pilot as yourself. You should modernize, we can’t keep junk around just because you’re used to them.”
"Have you lost a co-pilot?!” Steve snapped at Tony
this time around. Any talks revolving his loss of his
best friend tended to wake a sleeping lion. His teeth
were gritted together tightly, grinding slowly with
sheer anger, rage and bitterness. “I’m not getting a
co-pilot, if you or Fury are trying to get me into one,
then it’s going to be solo.” He had managed to pilot
solo in the past, that was what he was known for, be
it briefly but still alone nonetheless.
“Junk?” Steve scoffed, realising how much this guy
was grinding his gears. “You don’t know anything, do you kid."
“Do you honestly think that Fury isn’t going to insist that you should try piloting a Jaeger again?”, Tony asked with a shrug. “Everyone knows who you are, they expect the first ever pilot to take the reins again. They’re going to find someone that you can drift with eventually. Yes, I doubt that it’s going to be the same but they’re running out of good pilots. He can’t afford to have you slacking”, he replied with much honesty, eyebrow twitching at his next words. “You don’t know any of these new Jaegers, Rogers. Technology advanced a lot ever since Freedom Star was built.”
“Fury isn’t going to make me do a thing.” Steve turned
this time, giving Tony a glare that would parallel a typical
ten-yard stare. “They ought to not expect that then, they’ll
be sorely disappointed when what they want doesn’t come
true. I’m not piloting again, besides, have you not learned
the physics of these things yet? The person you are meant
to be drift compatible with, they’re meant to be the one.” His
own words struck a chord in his heart, making it pang and
sink with the hard hitting memory returning to him. He could
hear the scream of Bucky in his ears, he could see it, the
moment he was torn away from him but still in the drift.
For a moment Steve paused before returning to the conversation,
shaking himself alert. “Nor do I want to know them. They look like
shoddy work compared to the old ones."
“He’s not trying to get you back in action? Yeah, I know who you are”, Tony added quickly as he took a better look at him. Some people said that he suffered many injuries during that attack, others said that he wasn’t particularly stable after spending numerous decades in the frozen ocean. “I’ve been in a Jaeger before, but not to pilot it”, he admitted. “I’m more keen on the technical and scientific side of the things”. It was a lie, piloting a Jaeger was something that he would want to try, that would differentiate him from his father, but sharing his mind with a stranger wasn’t appealing in the slightest.
Steve hesitated to answer that question. “I’m
sure if you know what happened then you would
realise that I can’t go back into action.” He almost
growled, it was hard to stifle that sort of expression
when it brought back such harsh memories. “It’s
different making them and using them.” He replied.
“I don’t care how much techy jargon you throw at me,
the one who knows their jaeger best are the pilots themselves.”
An eyebrow was raised questioningly; he didn’t expect to be criticized for his work before he even got the chance to introduce himself properly. That didn’t seem to be a good sign. “People don’t feel safe piloting nuclear deterrents nowadays. Besides, I do have some fail saves in case something like that happens. Did Fury bring you here as a councilor now? Because if not, I suggest that you leave the schematics to the experts.”
Steve pushed back his blond locks and pushed
the papers away on the desk, ensuring that they
were shoo’d to a corner before he stepped back,
correcting his dark blue cargo trousers. “He
brought me here to probably be a consultant of
some kind.” In truth he wasn’t entirely sure why
Fury had brought him there, part of him thought
it was pity since Fury was the consultant of his
mission and was the leader of the program, he
was sure Fury heard the moment on the comm
where Bucky was yanked out of the Jaeger.
“Expert? Have you even been in a jaeger yourself?"
Tony Stark was a lot of things. An inventor, a scientist, a living legacy. Or so the press make it out to be. His father worked closely and supervised the production of the very first Jaegers and was praised by millions around the world. His work was remarkable, a bitter Tony could see that and in fact, he didn’t mind stepping into his shoes, but the comparison between the two of them was unbearable. Of course, it pushed him to try and achieve even more, make his own name.
When he was transferred from the USA Shatterdome to Hong Kong in order to be closer to the main base of operations, he considered it an opportunity to sell his Jaeger designs even more; he relied on the unique abilities that each one of his Jaegers would offer in battle and how they would be able to take down so many different Kaiju types. After all, if the papers going around were correct, they were evolving, and so did Tony’s designs. Fury didn’t exactly have the greatest funds as time passed. Tony pulled his own resources but he could only achieve so much. It was frustrating to be limited, he hated it, he always tried to develop new tech to obliterate the intruders of their world.
Steve’s arrival was talked by pretty much everyone. Steve Rogers who managed to survive a massive Kaiju attack stripping him from everything, Tony was going to bet that his pride was one of them.He knew that his father and him worked closely and some bitter curiosity overtook him when they crossed paths. Or more likely, when Tony decided to see this ex pilot with his own eyes. Pushing the slightly ajar door of his room, he leaned against it and gave him a good look. “I take it that you’re not happy with the designs, Rogers.”
The creek of the iron clad door caught Steve’s ears. He chose to keep his head down on the papers, flicking through them with that unimpressed, and unmoved expression. “No nuclear cores in any of these?” He simply asked with a deadpan tone. “By switching to digital you’re increasing the risk of the entire system being shut down with no manual capabilities."
Steve had been a pilot for a very long time, as long as he could remember in fact. He was hired by the government, pushed into the experiment and after the program kicked off, he was piloting along with his best friend – Bucky Barnes. Together they piloted the Freedom Star – the first Jaeger that was produced by the Americans with a nuclear core. Of course, that was a very long time ago…
The attack from one of the strongest Kaiju they had ever faced resulted in Bucky being torn prematurely from Steve. Though that wasn’t all, Steve was carried up by the winged beast and thrown into the depths of the arctic where he spent years, until he was dislodged by a recent attack.
Now he was back at the new base in Hong Kong having just arrived. The legendary pilot that had saved millions of lives as now out of his time and perhaps out of his depth. He wasn’t sure after Bucky that he could ever pilot a jaeger again, nor did he particularly want to, but there was no one in this world that he was more drift compatible with, that and his own Jaeger had been torn apart. He was a pilot without a bot, and without a co-pilot.
He was sat in his room at base at the time after hours of coaxing from Fury, sighing deeply as he looked through the schematics of the newer models but they weren’t his, they would never be the Freedom Star.
After his mother (Sarah) passed away he faced a severe depression which he masked by engulfing himself in his pursuit of achieving his dream; joining the army and following in the footsteps of his father (Joseph).
He was constantly rejected. Time after time due to his small stature until he was taken on board project ‘rebirth’ where with the assistance of Howard Stark’s technology and Dr Josef Reinstien – he was turned into a super soldier. Initially he was a poster boy, being used for marketing campaigns by the US army in order to encourage recruitment as well as help improve the general PR image.
Breaking the rules and letting his complex get in the way, he decided to take down US’s number one enemy at the time – the Red Skull.
It was during a fight with Baron Zemo - that he had lost his best friend, Bucky Barnes in a tragic fall when the boy wonder was strapped to a rocket. Steve watched the rocket explode and that image had forever haunted his nightmares.
Taking down the Red Skull, he managed to save the country – however, it involved extreme self sacrifice as he steered the plane he was in into the sea. Luckily enough, it was preserved in ice as the sub-zero conditions froze Steve in a block of ice for a number of decades. The super-soldier serum is what had kept him alive all this time, preserved in ice until eventually he was thawed free – waking up, confused, dazed and delusional.
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