[center][b][i][color=pink]Yanmei Long - Floor 3 - Training Room[/color][/i][/b][/center] [color=pink] Xiao tu zi guai guai (Well behaved little rabbit), Ba men er kai kai (Open the door), Kuai dian er kai kai (Open fast), Wo yao jin lai (I want to come in). Bu kai bu kai, Wo bu kai (I will not open it), Mama mei hui lai (Mom has not come home), Shui lai ye bu kai (Will not open the door for anyone else). Xiao tu zi guai guai, Ba men er kai kai, Kuai dian er kai kai, Wo yao jin lai. Jiu kai jiu kai, Wo Jiu Kai (I will open the door right away), Mama hui lai liao (Mom comes home), Zhe jiu ba men kai (I open the door).[/color] Singing softly an old tune to herself, Yanmei lay down in the middle of the training room floor, arms out at her sides with her eyes closed. She had a peaceful expression on her face, but in her head there waged a war. Desperately she tried to remember anything she could about that day. That day that caused everyone here to look at her with contempt rather than admiration like before. She hated that. Feeling like a hero was the greatest thing in the world... and now look at where she was. Slaving away in the hotter than hell training room, teaching little brats how to fight so they could replace her and the other Rangers when they were 'out of commission' so to speak. The worst part was that everyone in the Dome knew what had happened. The rumor spread through the people like a wildfire, but when it came down to it, no one spoke a word to her about what happened. All she knew was somehow it was her mistake that caused four Ranger pilots and 2 Jaegers to be lost that day. It was over a year now, and all she could remember were the names and faces of the ones she had apparently, led to their deaths. Cursing aloud, she would turn over lazily, rolling onto her stomach and pressing her cheek into the cool floor. Her palms would ball into fists and then relax as she struggled with herself not to get too worked up. Whenever she racked her brain about what had happened, anger and fear would surge over her with such force, she had to stop trying to remember so she would retain some of her composure. [i][color=pink]I am going mad...[/color][/i] She concluded in her head. She would repeat the song again aloud to herself before trying to think more about what happened. Names, faces, Jaegers... the flashes in her mind resembled that of an old photo album. Seperate images that couldn't possibly go together because they were taken at different times. The view of the sea from above. A flash of red in the water and then a face. A woman, early thirties. Her name was Constance Hill, aka Siren. The image changed to the back of her head. Brown hair that was cut sharply at the shoulders. Again to the front, her green eyes looked dull as she smiled. As if the woman had lost so much and was smiling because that was all she knew how to do anymore. Again the flash of red in the water. Then the pain in her head would come. [i][b]"...targets coming from all sides! There's no way out of here!"[/b] [color=pink]"Dammit, why wont you let me try!?"[/color] [b]"No, your Jaeger is useless down here, you'll get yourself killed!"[/b] [center][color=pink]Dammit... what happened next?[/color][/center][/i] One of the last things she could remember before she came up with blackness, was the voice of the previous Marshall. She couldn't make out what he said, but the thick Australian accent was unmistakeable as it barked an order to her that didn't register at all. They were his last words. The last words of Herc-- [b]"What are you doing, Jade?"[/b] The amused voice of Mako tore Yanmei out of her thoughts, and suddenly a sharp pain would shoot through her hand as the woman's size nine boot crushed her hand. Letting out an angry curse, Yanmei would pull her hand back and sit up, glaring at the woman as she cradled her palm to her chest. [color=pink]"Biǎo zi! What the hell was that for?"[/color] she said cursing at the woman. Mako simply let out a light laugh and went to crouch in front of Yanmei. [b]"Sorry. I thought you were sleeping so I decided to wake you."[/b] Mako said as she held out a clipboard towards her. [b]"These are the individuals who are going to report here in about two and a half hours. Raleigh- I mean, the Marshall, wants you to assess how they fight and then assign them to the Jaegers. No one knows them better than you of course."[/b] Yanmei took the clipboard and started reading through the short files. They were void of any personal information such as family history, mostly just summaries of their specialties and any past military expirences. She wondered why the Marshall would want her to do such a thing as assigning Jaegers to theese folks. The half assed compliment from Mako was certainly not the reason why. [color=pink]"Gāisǐ... Does he realize that many of these people are well expirenced individuals. Half of these guys don't even need to be assessed by me. What is this all for?"[/color] Mako just smiled and stood, walking away from her then. [b]"Consider this a test for yourself just as much as it is for them."[/b] she would say before rounding the corner and leaving Yanmei alone again. [color=pink]"Aw, hell."[/color] she mumbled as she flipped through the pages again. Her eyes stopped on a brown fellow who looked like he ate people like her for dinner. Groaning, she would toss the clipboard a few feet away and lay down on her back. With her arms spread out wide, and her brown eyes closed, Yanmei decided to take the next few hours preparing herself in the best way possible. Letting sleep take over. [i][color=pink]Xiao tu zi guai guai, Ba men er kai kai, Kuai dian er kai kai, Wo yao jin lai....[/color][/i]