Oriental Dominance (Pacific Rim x BINI Au)

⚠️⚠️Interrupted Shatterdome⚠️⚠️

Marshal Lauren strode down the brightly lit hallway, her pace brisk but composed, the hum of the Shatterdome's inner workings around her. At her side walked an engineer, a man with a short, tidy beard, wearing a Shatterdome-issued jumpsuit, eyes glued to the tablet in his hands. His fingers danced across the screen, pulling up various data sets and blueprints of Jaeger parts, running diagnostics, and organizing the latest shipment of tools and materials for upcoming repairs and upgrades.

"We've got the secondary gyro stabilizers for Gale Breaker in transit," the engineer said, his voice professional but slightly hurried. "And the shock absorbers for Yankee Mammoth's lower legs should be arriving in the next shipment. I've got a team prepped to handle installation the moment it gets here."

Marshal Lauren nodded, her gaze straight ahead, but her mind clearly juggling a thousand things at once. "Make sure that everything is triple-checked. I don't want any delays. We've got enough on our plate without adding unexpected mechanical issues to the list."

"Understood, Marshal," the engineer replied, swiping through the tablet to bring up a new screen. "I'll make sure all parts and tools are accounted for before the team starts working. I've also reassigned a few mechanics from Bay 3 to Bay 4 to speed things up for Wolfin' Attack and Crimson Foxtrot."

Lauren stopped for a moment, glancing over at the engineer, a faint frown of thought forming on her face. "Good. But don't overwork your people, either. We've got to maintain efficiency, and we won't do that if they're burned out. Keep a close eye on rotations, and make sure the teams get proper rest."

The engineer nodded, quickly noting something down on the tablet. "Yes, ma'am. I'll ensure proper shifts are managed."

They continued walking down the corridor, the faint echo of their footsteps mingling with the sounds of distant Jaeger work. The Marshal's eyes briefly flicked up to the large viewing windows that lined one side of the hallway, where, down below, Jaegers stood like titans in their bays. Each one in various stages of repair, testing, or idle preparation for the next encounter with a Kaiju.

"We've come a long way," Lauren said, more to herself than to the engineer, her eyes scanning the towering machines visible from the windows. "Each one of those Jaegers represents not just our survival, but the blood, sweat, and sacrifice of everyone in this Shatterdome."

The engineer, glancing up from his tablet for a moment, caught the look in the Marshal's eyes and nodded solemnly. "It's an honor to be part of it, ma'am. The work we do—it's not just maintenance. It's keeping hope alive."

Lauren gave a rare, small smile at that. "Damn right. And we'll keep them ready, every last one of them."

As they reached the end of the hallway, the sounds of welding, hammering, and machinery grew louder, signaling their approach to the main Jaeger bays. Lauren turned to the engineer, her expression back to business. "Keep me updated on those parts. We can't afford any setbacks."

"Will do, Marshal," the engineer replied, lifting the tablet in a respectful nod before hurrying off toward the logistics office.

Lauren paused for a second, her eyes drifting back to the Jaegers, her mind calculating the next steps. The upcoming Kaiju threat loomed over everything like a dark cloud, but she knew one thing for certain—her team, her Jaegers, they were ready for whatever came next.

Marshal Lauren entered the command center, the large room bustling with activity. Operators sat at their stations, tracking data, monitoring communications, and overseeing every aspect of the Shatterdome's operations. Massive screens adorned the walls, displaying various feeds from the Jaeger bays below, alongside live diagnostics, news feeds, and ongoing research reports. The entire room had a focused hum of efficiency, a controlled chaos that Lauren had become all too familiar with.