#amina algol

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I'm going to put my bullshit Carter/Pickman PacRim AU initial thoughts up on the hellsite because it's late and I need sleep and to get some of this crap out of my head and also this tag needs more content so that's happening.

So I'm naming and modelling the setting's Kaiju after various Mythos entities, but Cthulhu can't be Slattern no matter what 2013 PacRim Livejournal hoped for because, much as I love him, Cthulhu ain't shit. There's no way the big squid lad is a Category 5. You can defeat Cthulhu by ramming him with just a regular boat and he'll give up and go back to bed. (Cthulhu is a Mood.) Cthulhu is probably Trespasser. Maybe Azathoth would be a good Slattern. God knows where the PPDC got these names from.

Carter left the Jaeger program after his co-pilot Warren got Yancy'd by the Cat 3 Mordiggian, because whilst I don't really vibe with Mordiggian it's really the most fitting namesake. He didn't drop off the map like Raleigh did and stayed on-board in some kind of support staff role until everyone gets laid off when the funding is pulled. He'd kind of rather never get into a Jaeger again after experiencing that, but whoever our Pentecost stand-in here is (please don't ask me for a name because everyone in these stories is kind of not great and I wouldn't want to follow any of them into battle) doesn't have a hard job talking him into it really because at the end of the day he'd rather die on his feet than be crushed under a Kaiju's. Humanity still needs Jaegers no matter what the higher-ups think, and someone's gotta pilot Silver Key, right?

Technically, two someones. And Carter is kind of regretting his decision when he finds out who the best candidate is. For a bit of context, Carter's whole vibe is somewhere between Burn Gorman as Hermann Gottlieb and Mark Kinsey Stevenson as Carter, and Pickman is just kind of a mess who maybe hasn't grasped concepts like 'doing laundry', 'having table manners', or 'reading the goddamned room'. He's graduated from the Jaeger Academy just fine but was never actually put into active service because he's not compatible with a wide enough percentage of people and even the people that can Drift with him don't want to because he's an insufferable hipster edgelord. So they look at each other with a kind of 'really, this guy?' thing and are Not Impressed.

But their minds actually mesh really well in combat and they realise they actually have a lot in common outside of it too, and okay, maybe having to look at each other's dumb faces every day until the end of the world isn't the worst thing ever.

The idea of Herbert West and Walter Gilman as a darker mirror of Newt and Hermann came into my brain maybe a year ago but then I got bored and moved on, but I think a version of it could be repurposed for this dumbfuckery. So like, you walk into the K-Sci lab and pretty much immediately feel awful for poor Gilman because he's just this okay guy just trying to do his job and make the maths do the thing, but he's stuck sharing the space with a guy who keeps making Things with the discarded Kaiju specimens for reasons everyone's too scared to ask about and there's that rumour he murdered Doctor Lee, but they can't get rid of him because it's the apocalypse and everyone else refuses to come back so Gilman's stuck with him and vice-versa. And it's not even an 'I care about you but you come across as a colossal douchebag and neither of us can communicate worth shit' deal, they just genuinely hate each other. (Well, Gilman hates West. West is mostly just indifferent to anything that isn't his work.)

But Gilman got it into his head that Drifting with a Kaiju brain would be a great way of getting Intel without having to rely on the asshole Frankenstein wannabe, and promptly got assimilated into the hive mind and is now basically an unwilling double agent for the Anteverse. Meanwhile, West couldn't care less about individual human lives but he does want humanity to survive overall, if only because he's technically part of humanity. So now he's the only person capable of fixing this particular problem. This will definitely end well.

I like the idea of the Algol sibs as a three-pilot team like the Wei Tangs, but they do not die because I love them. Also LOCCENT Officer Sofia Gray because I am adopting this abandoned character and you can't stop me.

Also, at some point Silver Key gets to punch a Cat 4 designated Nyarlathotep in the face because fuck you Neil.

So there ya go, have some sleep-deprived nonsense. Don't do eldritch maths, kids.

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A young Amina Algol, made with this Picrew.

(Technically she shouldn't be wearing shoes, but it was the only way I could make her feet look like feet.)

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Amina, approaching Unknown Kadath: We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come.

Arif: We had to. There's safety in numbers.

Amina: Well, there's also death in numbers, Arif. It's called a massacre.

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If Mordiggian did not gift you with claws and fangs to tear out the throats of thieves, store-bought is fine.

- Amina Algol, at some point probably

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