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deernet2022-02-09 09:47 pm
righthemisphere) wrote in deernet2022-02-09 09:47 pm
Video; un: R.BECKET
[In the wake of Paul's warning, Raleigh hasn't been able to rest. If the beast doesn't come then at least they're all prepared to scramble, but if it does come and they ignored the klaxons? He'd never be able to forgive himself.
If you've been down to the waterfront you will have seen the hive of activity. The tents full of strategists and logistic stewards. The fighters training. The engineers building away. You might have seen Raleigh, himself, trying to help where he can.
You all know Raleigh, don't you? The bean guy. That nice guy who lives all the way out in Ache on a chicken farm? He comes into town once a week and sells eggs and fresh chicken in Willful Machine, accompanied by his omen Spaghetti the raccoon (Fritter's mother, if you want to know) and occasionally his long time partner Chuck Hansen. But that isn't the Raleigh you get today. Today you get a man who is willing to humiliate himself for the war effort, filmed by the unseen, snickering Australian, who talked him into it.
Today you get him shirtless with his hands on his hips, standing on the foot of a mech the size of a skyscraper. He is in peak physical condition with abs you could wash your clothes against. His hair is done for once, his face is shaved, and there is strategically placed mechanic's grease for added intrigue.
Welcome to Propaganda Raleigh.]
Citizens of Trench. My name is Raleigh Becket, I'm a Jaeger Pilot here as part of the levithan defense corps.
[A small sigh. They have done this so many times and he was dead inside by the third take. Chuck giggles off camera and Raleigh gives him a very pointed look.]
This, is a Jaeger.
[He gestures and the camera pans up and up and up. Two hundred and fifty feet tall and nearly two thousand tons of mechanical whoop-ass. The kind of machine that could level Trench in a heartbeat. Or save it. The camera pans back and he itches his eyebrow. There's grease on his finger and it leaves a black smudge. To those with very keen eyes, the sheen across his chest highlights a series of intricate burn scars that spider across his right side like computer circuitry. It is what it is.
Listen, we need your help. The engineers here, Hunk and Asami Sato lead by Chuck Hansen, have figured out a way to keep Striker's size and power but we need darkblood to sustain it. A lot of it. Together we can use the energy to steady not only Striker Eureka here, but the Paladins of Voltron's lions too. And a second Jaeger, if we had the pilots...
If this monster really does come, then we're running out of time. Look around you. All of this, your closest loved ones, the lives you've worked so hard to build. If this monster is as bad as we think it is, then we could lose everything. Speaking as someone who has? You don't want to.
Together, we can end this without the monster ever making landfall. We can protect our city and we can win.
So, please. If you're a darkblood or you know a darkblood that would be willing to contribute power or blood, come see me or Chuck or anyone down here at the camp who can direct you to the Jaeger Bay.
[Replies will come from both Raleigh Becket and Chuck Hansen]
If you've been down to the waterfront you will have seen the hive of activity. The tents full of strategists and logistic stewards. The fighters training. The engineers building away. You might have seen Raleigh, himself, trying to help where he can.
You all know Raleigh, don't you? The bean guy. That nice guy who lives all the way out in Ache on a chicken farm? He comes into town once a week and sells eggs and fresh chicken in Willful Machine, accompanied by his omen Spaghetti the raccoon (Fritter's mother, if you want to know) and occasionally his long time partner Chuck Hansen. But that isn't the Raleigh you get today. Today you get a man who is willing to humiliate himself for the war effort, filmed by the unseen, snickering Australian, who talked him into it.
Today you get him shirtless with his hands on his hips, standing on the foot of a mech the size of a skyscraper. He is in peak physical condition with abs you could wash your clothes against. His hair is done for once, his face is shaved, and there is strategically placed mechanic's grease for added intrigue.
Welcome to Propaganda Raleigh.]
Citizens of Trench. My name is Raleigh Becket, I'm a Jaeger Pilot here as part of the levithan defense corps.
[A small sigh. They have done this so many times and he was dead inside by the third take. Chuck giggles off camera and Raleigh gives him a very pointed look.]
This, is a Jaeger.
[He gestures and the camera pans up and up and up. Two hundred and fifty feet tall and nearly two thousand tons of mechanical whoop-ass. The kind of machine that could level Trench in a heartbeat. Or save it. The camera pans back and he itches his eyebrow. There's grease on his finger and it leaves a black smudge. To those with very keen eyes, the sheen across his chest highlights a series of intricate burn scars that spider across his right side like computer circuitry. It is what it is.
Listen, we need your help. The engineers here, Hunk and Asami Sato lead by Chuck Hansen, have figured out a way to keep Striker's size and power but we need darkblood to sustain it. A lot of it. Together we can use the energy to steady not only Striker Eureka here, but the Paladins of Voltron's lions too. And a second Jaeger, if we had the pilots...
If this monster really does come, then we're running out of time. Look around you. All of this, your closest loved ones, the lives you've worked so hard to build. If this monster is as bad as we think it is, then we could lose everything. Speaking as someone who has? You don't want to.
Together, we can end this without the monster ever making landfall. We can protect our city and we can win.
So, please. If you're a darkblood or you know a darkblood that would be willing to contribute power or blood, come see me or Chuck or anyone down here at the camp who can direct you to the Jaeger Bay.
[Replies will come from both Raleigh Becket and Chuck Hansen]
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