#Pacific Rim Au

[ihni]

Smooth Sailing

Written for the MetalSandwich Movie Mania (@now-showing-at-the-hawk-events), day 3: sci fi.

(Pacific Rim AU)

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“Do you know why I called you in here?”

Eddie Munson, who did in fact not know why Jim Hopper – a.k.a. ‘Hop’, the Marshal of the Indiana Shatterdome – had called him into his office, but suspected that it might have had something to do with a prank he may or may not have pulled, grinned.

“You wanted to bask in the glory of my devilish charm?”

His attempt at levity was met with a blank face. Not even a twitch. Damn. Eddie must be in real trouble.

His grin dimmed a bit, and Hopper continued, as if Eddie hadn’t spoken, “How long have you worked here?”

Shit, that sounded suspiciously like the beginnings of a ‘you’re fired’ speech.

“In the Dome? Seven years. Listen –”

“How many trainee pilots have you helped train over the years?”

Eddie couldn’t afford to get fired. No one else would hire him, and the Dome was his home.

“I don’t know … seventy? Eighty? Hop, whatever you think I did, I didn’t do it, or if I did, I didn’t mean it –”

“And how many of those went on to pilot a Jaeger?”

Eddie’s heart sank. He was getting fired. 

“Five.”

Eddie wasn’t the smartest when it came to numbers, but he guessed that wasn’t a very good turnout.

The worst thing was that if they threw him out of the Dome, they’d throw uncle Wayne out, too. Uncle Wayne, who took care of Eddie during the worst years of his life, and who Eddie had promised to take care of in turn for the rest of his life. Eddie’s job at the Dome had ensured that he could keep that promise, and now he was going to lose it.

“Five,” Hopper repeated without inflection, bringing Eddie’s attention back at him. “Do you know how many trainee pilots we have to teach before we find and train a full-fledged, drift-compatible Jaeger pilot?”

Eddie just shook his head.

“About two hundred.” Huh, that seemed … high. Higher than Eddie had expected, at least. “Out of two hundred of our best prospects who start their training in the Pan Pacific Defense Corps, only one usually move on to pilot a Jaeger in combat. Yet out of the seventy-three trainees that you have had during your time with us, five people have joined those ranks – and with pretty good results, too. What do you have to say about that?”

“Uh,” Eddie said. That didn’t sound so bad actually, when he put it like that. “Is this where I ask for a raise?”

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[diablointercept]

PAC RIM MAXIEL????? GIMME GIMME GIMME 🤲

im actually so much further along on the worldbuilding than i am on the actual writing here that it's embarrassing. spent a truly unfortunate amount of time working around new jaeger names and figuring out who was co-piloting with who ...

but essentially, Max is Mako (prodigy in the simulator, held back by his own inability to even out his emotions in the Drift) and Daniel is Raleigh (burnt out & plagued ex-pilot who has been through the meat grinder and came out the other side almost completely unrecognizable).

“Ricciardo,” Christian said, and Daniel snapped to attention immediately. “This is Max Verstappen, head of our Mark 3 Restoration Program.” Daniel’s eyebrows shot up as he took the stranger in.  The man, Verstappen, had shockingly blue eyes that were narrowed on Daniel, as if measuring him up. It was like being doused with a bucket of ice cold water, a sharp contrast to the Marshal’s behavior only moments before.  Daniel stuck a hand out, wincing at the grime on it, “Daniel. Ricciardo. Nice to meet you.” Verstappen hesitated for a moment and then intertwined their hands in some odd amalgamation of a handshake and a game of thumb wars. Both of them grimaced. “You are Red Bull’s pilot then?” “Uh. Tentatively.” Christian spoke up, releasing them from the quickly building awkwardness. “Max here picked out your co-pilot candidates. He'll be in charge of determining your compatibility with the trainees.” Oh. So Verstappen was already vividly aware of who he was. "You're the one who's been taking care of my lady?" Daniel asked, hoping desperately to change the subject. The Jaeger was a good middle ground. One they were both familiar with. Verstappen frowned deep, pink lips tugging in discontent. "Red Bull is of course a boy. Not a girl."

👍

[maglorthecrab]

I’m back with more fanart for my favourite fanfic ever (In Better Light)

[peachesofteal]

Thinking-

about a Pacific Rim AU where Simon and Johnny are in love and together, but not drift compatible. They’re both right side pilots, stronger and more dominant over their left side counterparts, and in a Jaeger, they just don’t work.

It’s all well and good, until Simon’s co-pilot of almost five years is killed. All that work, all that time… wasted.

Simon could kill him himself, if some poor sod didn’t already do the job.

Their captain starts the process of finding a replacement, cranking through cadets in an attempt to find a very specific person, a very specific brain capable of completing a neural bridge with Simon, until they finally stumble upon you.

Johnny is thrilled. He reads your file, pours over your record, drinks up every detail available, all before ever laying eyes on you. He finds your social media, your hometown paper, education record, service record, the works. You’re a shiny, smart, capable yang to Simon’s yin. You’ll be perfect.

A perfect match, he thinks. Thank fucking Christ.

But…

Simon instantly dislikes you. You’re too bright, sunshine abrasive in the dark of his life. He’s dismissive and stand offish, irritated by the fact command did not allow him and Johnny to even try drifting again, instead choosing to place him with a complete stranger shipped to his doorstep from halfway around the world. He doesn’t want you crawling around in his brain. He doesn’t want his memories to become yours, and vice versa. He doesn’t want you in his- their life. He wants you to fuck off.

It beats you down. You weren’t sure what to expect, but it wasn’t this. A co-pilot who can’t even look at you? Who dismisses you at every turn? It’s awful. You had heard stories about the Ghost, sure… but didn’t expect him to be so resistant to a new partner.

It’s so awful, you get pissed drunk one night. End up in a dark dive bar, licking your wounds and moaning to yourself about how all your training, all your work, is going to be for nothing. You’re going to fail. You’ll never pilot a Jaeger, because your co-pilot is too resistant, too controlling, won’t even try. It sucks.

So, okay. You have a little pity party. You try to drown your sorrows, and the guy next to you is very, very sympathetic. He listens to you cry about it, empathizes with your struggle and tries to commiserate with you.

It helps, of course, that he’s gorgeous. Blue eyes, golden like a god, long strands of mohawk perfectly framing his sheer bone structure.

“Dinnae worry, hen. ‘M sure he’ll come around. He’s just got to get to know ye s’more.” He coos, pressing a blazing hot thigh against yours with a wink. You lean a little bit into him, let him trace his fingertips down your spine, across your neck.

You’re so distracted, you don’t know the mass of a man wearing a mask, sitting in the shadows. Watching.

[imagine-darksiders]

More mecha Monty for the soul :)

Fnaf mecha au

Y/n is also a janitor in this au, and is generally tasked with cleaning the exterior of the mechs.

MNT-3, or 'Monty,' has a bully for a pilot, and the mech really doesn't like him.

I'm thinking Monty ends up rejecting the pilot and the company spends days trying to hire a new pilot, all of whom are ejected from Monty's cockpit, until eventually, he puts in a request that has management reeling.

The only pilot MNT-3 wants as his partner is none other than the nobody cleaner who has no piloting experience whatsoever.

[cloned-eyes]

Pacific Rim AU! Echo (bonus is fives)

[amazeingartist]

been meaning to draw ori’s pacific rim au for a while now, it scratches my brain so nicely I kept accidentally readin the whole chapters when looking for the bit I needed lol

[glass-noodle]

drift compatible

(pacific rim AU)

thanks @extraordinaryandroid for dragging me into this movie and this AU I’m dying. I’m living

[somewillwin]

Drawing wolfwren scenes as pacific rim au part 1 shhshshhs

[tacticalanxiety]

Highlander Blue

Digital painting based on The Far Shore, Pacific Rim AU by @deadbranch.

If you haven't read it yet, DO IT. Do it now.

[mishacakes]

REALIZED I NEVER POSTED THE PACIFIC RIM AU SKETCHES FROM LAST YEAR ON HERE!! CRIME!! JAIL!!!!

anyways the storyline is tomiko is basically a pageant kid pilot whose manager is her mom. she’s been trained to carry nothing into the drift and is advertised as an “all purpose pilot”, even with kaiju brains

anyways, cringe and free etc etc

[truly-neutral-art]

Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.2

Pt.1 | Pt.3 | Pt.4

Another addition to this AU because It's been living in my head rent free for ages. I can't do a Pacific Rim AU without recreating the iconic Kwoon scene. Also, I was too lazy to draw backgrounds so I just stole them from the movie  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Under the cut is a teaser of the fic I'm trying to write. It's a first draft, so there's probably some mistakes. Also, I'm still kind of in Screen Writing mode from school, so please don't mind if there's not a lot of internal character narration.

“Four points to two,” Luke calls after the final candidate falls. His emotions are carefully masked on his face but Din can see how tense he is. 

“We’re wasting time, Marshal. He’s barely compatible with any of them, this isn’t going to work,” Luke says.

“What do you suggest?” The Marshal raises a brow. 

“Put me in charge, I’m drift compatible with several cadets. We don’t need him.” Luke gestures towards Din. The look on his face makes Din’s blood boil. Contempt. What did he ever do to Luke to earn this?

“What’s your problem, Skywalker?” Din stomps towards the edge of the mat. 

“I’ve already told you, I don’t think you're the right man for the job,” Luke replies. He’s now turned squarely towards Din, his face back to that eerie calm. It sends a shiver down Din’s spine. 

“No, there’s more. You’ve got a problem with me.” Din steps closer, trying to ignore the piercing blue of Luke’s eyes. 

“Enough! both of you.” Marshal Skywalker turns to them both. 

“If you think you’re so much better, then let’s go.” Din points his bō at Luke. “If you win, you can pilot the Crest. If I win, you back off.” Din holds Luke's gaze, projecting his challenge. 

“Neither of you are in the position to make that decision,” Anakin states, breaking the spell. 

“What? Think your own blood isn’t good enough to beat me?” Din didn’t know Marshal Skywalker that well, but from what he did know, the man was prideful. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but it got him what he wanted. 

The Martial turned towards Luke, earning his attention. No words were exchanged between them, the Martial simply gave a nod. A brief look of satisfaction washed over Luke’s face. Din turned towards the mat to prepare for the fight before Luke’s eyes turned back to him. 

Luke stepped to the edge of the mat, shoes and outer shirt removed. He bowed at the waist before stepping forward. He was in a simple black tank top and the standard cargo pants. It was the first time Din had seen any of his skin exposed beyond his face. His arms and neck were covered in pale, lightning-like scars that looked like they extended beyond what Din could see. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. He knew almost nothing about Luke when he really thought about it. Only what he heard from the news from the past four years.

He had to admit, it made him earn a little more respect for the kid. At first he’d seemed like a petulant child who was getting his favorite toy taken away, but now, Din wasn’t as sure that was the case. He had no more time to think on it as he and Luke passed each other on the mat, walking to opposite sides, then turning to face each other. 

In the blink of an eye Luke swung his bō with the finesse of a warrior. He moved forward before stopping in the middle of the mat as he pulled his bō up in defense. Din followed suit, taking on a more aggressive starting position. He could tell Luke was analyzing him, eyes flitting around to every point of his body. Din took the opportunity to attack. In one swift moment he had his bō mimicking a strike at Luke’s skull. 

“One, Zero.” The words had barely left his mouth before Luke made a counter attack. In a flash Luke had reversed their positions with a satisfied smirk. 

Without wasting any more time the two began to fight again in an explosion of movement. The people in the kwoon reacted to them, but Din’s focus narrowed in until it was only them in the room. He watched Luke’s movements carefully, anticipating and blocking every attack that came and returning his own. He picked up on a franticness in Lukes’s movements and took advantage, landing an attack on his ribs. 

“You’re too eager, you’re projecting your moves,” Din commented as they reset. 

“I don’t need your advice.” Despite his words, Luke waited, ready for Din’s next move. 

Luke swiftly blocked everything Din threw at him and pushed back even harder. In the next moment Luke attacked with a flurry of blows, catching Din off guard. He was stronger than he looked. 

“Two, two.” Luke had once again evened the score. 

There was barely a pause before they were at it again. This bout lasted longer than the others, both having picked up on each other’s gambit. They danced around each other, the only sound in Din’s ears were the clacking of their bō staffs and their heavy breathing. Neither was holding back. 

In a blur of motion Luke darted towards Din’s legs, throwing him off balance. Din rolled out of the throw but as he lifted his head he was met with Luke’s bō to his throat. Luke's eyes were no less intense this close. 

“Two, Three.” Luke stepped back into a ready position. “Better watch out, Djarin.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He was winning. Din wouldn’t give up that easily. 

He pulled out every trick he had, but Luke seemed to always be a step ahead. He was too fast, almost as if he could read Din’s mind. From the outside it would almost look like this was rehearsed. In the end, it was Din’s weight advantage that won him the point. He moved in close and pinned Luke's arm before throwing him down to the mat. The blond hit the ground on his back, breath escaping his lungs from the impact. 

Din almost went to help him up but Luke threw his legs backwards into a handstand before standing back up. He barely looked affected, the only sign of fatigue on him was the sweat on his forehead that matted down his blond hair. 

“Three, Three,” Din called. “And there’s no need to show off.” 

The next point would declare a winner. There was a smile on Luke’s face, different from the ones before. This one was more open, leaving Din feeling dizzy instead of insulted. 

Din tried to understand it but there was no more time to ponder as Luke set on his next attacks. He was more aggressive than he’d been the rest of the fight but Din pushed back, not without some difficulty. Luke danced around Din with a frightening agility. The only thing that kept Din in the fight for so long were his reflexes. He knew he had to end this fight soon or Luke would eventually wear him down. 

In a decisive move Din attacked at Luke’s head, trading off his defense for offense. He had Luke on the move, nearly pushing him off the mat. However, before he could land a finishing blow Luke darted to the side, slipping his leg between Din’s and toppling him to the floor. When Din processed what happened, he was pinned under Luke’s hips on his chest and his bō at his neck. 

Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, but Din’s view had narrowed into Luke as he stood up. Din stayed on the ground, still a bit stunned from the end of the fight. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about its outcome. But one thing was for certain, he and Luke were drift compatible. Very drift compatible. 

Din was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realize Luke was reaching down to him until his hand was in his face. He took it and allowed Luke to help him to his feet. 

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Luke asked.

“Yeah.”

[hurrraaid]

Pacific rim au with soapghostroach

[keferon]

Pacific rim au? Pacific rim au? Pacific rim a-

Ohhh imagine Pacific rim au with Constructicons being pilots of the giant jaeger called Devastator.

Imagine. They lose their captain in a battle with a particularly fierce kaiju and Devastator has been out ever since, as the remaining five pilots are not ready to accept anyone to replace Scrapper.

Given their personalities, their leaders keep tossing them candidates as similar to them as possible, hoping it will work. But all they manage to accomplish is to remind the team that Scrapper is no longer with them.

Imagine.Then one day, Prowl shows up

[mcdadarts]

Here's Eddie and Steve from @corrodedbisexual's pacrim AU Love, Drift & Monsters (part of the @steddiebang Steddie Big Bang)

I had the most fun working on this. Expect more work for this AU.

[cloned-eyes]

Bad Batch Pacific Rim AU!

(hc stuff under the cut)

AU Headcanons

two Jaeger Team originally based in New Zealand stationed in Wellington from 2017 - 2025 | in 2025 re-stationed to Hongkong

Jaegers

2017 - 2020 Blaster 99 Mark 1 (Wrecker & Crosshair) 2017 - 2025 Havoc Marauder Mark 3 (Hunter & Tech until 2020 | Wrecker & Crosshair since 2020) 2020 - 2025 Omega-1 Mark 5 (Hunter & Tech)

graduating top of their class the Bad Batch was a highly valued Pilot Squad due to their sturdyness, advanced tactical and combat skills as well as their Drift compatibility among themselves

up until 2020 they successfully protected New Zealands coastlines as well as aided the australian Team occasionally.

in 2020 a category III Kaju launched an attack on Oaro calling the Team into action

due to a technical malfunction the weapons system of the Blaster 99 went offline resulting in the destruction of the Jaeger and near death of it's pilots which was prevented due to the quick acting of the Havoc Marauder

At the end of the same year and the recovery of the second pilot team a new Jaeger was assigned to them - Omega-1

Wrecker and Crosshair are two of teh very few Pilots who survied losing a Jaeger.

While technically compatible with each other brother, the current Pilot teams profed to be the most effective