Growing up in a dusty old town in rural Oklahoma, the Hong Kong Shatterdome was the last place Emmett ever expected himself to be. The man was a mechanical whiz, even from an early age. From mastering Erector Sets to modifying toy cars, Emmett just had a knack for wires and parts. His family, unfortunately, had little money. The only hope he had of ever getting into MIT was through a scholarship, and that dream of his quickly dissipated when he got rejected.
Briefly attempting to make an MMA career for himself, Emmett earned his "Southpaw" nickname for his tendency to lead with his left, but walked away with little else.That was when the PPDC stepped in to scoop him up. Brilliant, unknown, and desperate to get out of where he was; the perfect recruit. Stationed at the Los Angeles Shatterdome as a Jaeger engineer in the J-Tech division, he spent a good couple of years there, until the Jaeger program was shut down by the government in favour of building an allegedly Kaiju-proof wall. Before he knew it, the only fully-functional Shatterdome left was the one in Hong Kong.
And that was how Emmett found himself here in this windowless 10-by-10 room, flopped over on a creaky, old bed. Suffice to say, his internal clock was pretty messed up from arriving just two days ago. Right as he was about to doze off, a knock at the door startled him awake. Sitting up, he quickly pushed himself off the mattress and strode the short distance over to the heavy metal door. Pulling it open, Emmett blinked at the sight before him. Despite the fact that he stood a whole head taller than the lady at his door, he was suddenly overcome with something akin to awe. Mako Mori was standing in front of him. The Mako Mori. He'd heard so much about her that it almost seemed surreal that he was now meeting her in real life.
Snapping himself out of a daze, he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried his hand at a greeting. "Ma'am."
Briefly attempting to make an MMA career for himself, Emmett earned his "Southpaw" nickname for his tendency to lead with his left, but walked away with little else.That was when the PPDC stepped in to scoop him up. Brilliant, unknown, and desperate to get out of where he was; the perfect recruit. Stationed at the Los Angeles Shatterdome as a Jaeger engineer in the J-Tech division, he spent a good couple of years there, until the Jaeger program was shut down by the government in favour of building an allegedly Kaiju-proof wall. Before he knew it, the only fully-functional Shatterdome left was the one in Hong Kong.
And that was how Emmett found himself here in this windowless 10-by-10 room, flopped over on a creaky, old bed. Suffice to say, his internal clock was pretty messed up from arriving just two days ago. Right as he was about to doze off, a knock at the door startled him awake. Sitting up, he quickly pushed himself off the mattress and strode the short distance over to the heavy metal door. Pulling it open, Emmett blinked at the sight before him. Despite the fact that he stood a whole head taller than the lady at his door, he was suddenly overcome with something akin to awe. Mako Mori was standing in front of him. The Mako Mori. He'd heard so much about her that it almost seemed surreal that he was now meeting her in real life.
Snapping himself out of a daze, he awkwardly cleared his throat and tried his hand at a greeting. "Ma'am."