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Test Drive Meme The Pan Pacific Defense Corps was usually offered any of a variety of local buildings to set up their testing centers. For reasons of access and availability, most testing clinics were set up in central areas for any given community. Those of the PPDC staff on hand vary in their personal intensity. Some of the men and women wearing Strike Group insignia seemed overly serious, to the point of frowning with intensity at some of the youngest checking in for this testing round. Those from the K-Science division are tight with nervous energy as they direct prospective cadets through various activities. Everything was meant to measure potential, looking for that spark that meant they had somebody who was Drift Compatible. The majority of people were turned away after the first series of seemingly random tests, officials looking in eyes, placing odd looking contraptions over heads, asking for people to play a series of short games, one even in a virtual reality set-up.

	( SCENARIO ONE ) If you are still here now, you've made it past the first cut. You'll be sat down in a room with the rest who have made it this far, then systematically led into smaller interview rooms as pairs. If you came with a partner, they're your first interview candidate. If you came on your own, all your interviews are random assignment. All who have been asked to stay are required to sit through and conduct a series of short peer to peer interviews. The questions are straightforward. What is your least favorite color? Which tool in a standard toolbox is most useful to you? What time of day do you accomplish the most? Do you have children? What do you believe the Drift is like? Peer to peer interviews last for half an hour to an hour, and each person is asked to participate in at least three peer-to-peer interviews. There is no punishment for going off script. There is a one-way mirror looking into each interview area, and one door leading into the room with a small panel of glass located on the door. There is a clock on the wall in each room. The time they report is odd, when examined. These are not digital clocks, but timers, counting up time since the last Kaiju attack.

	( SCENARIO TWO ) Congratulations! You have been judged Drift Compatible, and sent home to pack after giving a definite yes to the Pan Pacific Defense Corps. The next thing you face down is the flight into Santiago, Chile, and the subsequent drive in to Valparaíso's Shatterdome. You and the rest of the crowd of soon to be PPDC Ranger Cadets have been gathered together to wait for the old bus scheduled to take you to the Shatterdome. While waiting in the open air, those from any Northern Hemisphere countries may find the summer weather strange. Today's high is going to be in the upper 80's, and there's not a cloud to be seen that's not clinging to the distant mountains. Welcome to Chile. When the bus arrives, it's another hour ride out toward the coastline to get to the Shatterdome. Even better? The bus Air Conditioner is broken. Safe travels, Cadets!

Please set up your own scenarios as you like. The above two scenarios are suggestions. Anything goes!

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"Ranger Hansen?" A not completely unfamiliar voice calls from several yards away, excited footsteps barely kept in check.

Raleigh had been in the General Assembly hall just now, met and spoken with Chuck for the first time. He can't believe how lucky he is to be stationed with Striker Eureka. Hercules is kind of a personal hero to him. He's cool, effortlessly commends authority, incredibly effective on the battlefield and does it all while being a complete badass. Not to mention he's now got the biggest and baddest Jaeger around.

It would be rude not to say hello.

Not that Raleigh has gone looking for him or anything, he's actually on a snack finding mission. That's his cover, in any case.

Herc catches the ball, shifts to look over his shoulder. He expected this. How could he not, given his history?

He catches sight of a familiar face walking towards him, and his memory flips a card. He shifts, straighter, dropping his boot from the other chair.

"Raleigh Becket." Yep, he remembers you. He stands as the younger man gets closer. "I heard you'd been stationed here, mate."

"That's right." He answers with a nod and a smile and stops a few feet away, holding his hand out to shake.

"Things are quiet up North. I guess they figured we'd be quicker to respond down here. And with Ranger Moreno off active duty.." He leaves it. They all know why they're there.

"It's a pleasure seeing you again, Sir. I look forward to getting a good look at your new Jaeger."

And Herc takes Raleigh's hand, his grip tight, hand rough, no doubt from years of working on planes, jaegers and anything he can tinker with. Herc seems the hands-on type, after all.

"Yeah, she's a beaut, alright. Shame there's gonna be no more Mark V's. The Kaiju wouldn't stand a chance with more machines like Striker out there."

"I was meaning to ask you about that." Raleigh presses, answering the shake with a grasp just as firm.

"Why did the PPDC stop production? We're training twice as many cadets, now. What are they supposed to pilot?"

"Wrong person to ask, mate. I have no clue."

And it concerned him. What were they training these guys for? Regardless, Herc wasn't in a position to ask, he was just a Ranger... Although, he would be pestering his friends higher up the food chain about it.

"All I know is that we're here, and that's all there is to it for now."

Raleigh pulls back slightly, brows pinned high on his head.

"Is that right..huh."

Herc is just a Ranger his ass. He's been in the program longer than just about anyone and is personal friends with Pentecost. If anyone one would knew something it would be Hercules Hansen. Then again, who is to say he'd tell if he did.

Stacker had been strangely quiet on this front. Another worrying development. Still, he knew Stacker. He would tell Herc if he felt it was necessary.

"Yes, it is." Herc says, his tone carrying an ultimatum. Drop it.

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