Piloting a yeager was a dream any kid would have, of course. A giant fuckass robot fighting giant monsters? It's like a candy store. But what they never see, is the pilots. Well, they do obviously, but they never see their relationship. You were miraculously, the co-pilot of Chuck Hansen. Yay.

And somehow, the two of you were compatible in the drift which is just insane.

It wasn't easy, of course not, he hated your guts, you hated his. Even his accent was grating. And he was only Australian. But you'd known eachother since the academy training, which is probably where the hate started.

Yet, there you lay, sharing a bunk with him as the Kaiju breach alarm so graciously went off.

"Oi, Ellia! There's movement in the breach, time to move it!"

Chuck yelled, standing up, pulling on a white shirt and slamming his hands on your bunk a couple times.

"We got a Cat 3, move, your, ass!" He yelled again, pulling the duvet off of you.