We Don't Know How This Happened Either

“No pilots.” Striker confirmed. “Although, I dunno about fresh. Raven looks a bit dinged up, y’know?” He frowned up at the Canadian Jaeger, massive as it was, but he was also busy running his hand along what he could reach of Hunter Dynamite, feeling scratches and grooves. “Hunter’s only got a fresh set of paint over some damage..?”

“Painted over damage?” he walked over and ran his finger tips over the Jaeger and shook his head. “What the fook is goin’ on? No pilots, no history. They can’t’ have taken out any Jaegers…”

Striker shrugged, staring intently up at the Australian Jaeger… Before turning to his Ranger. “If they don’t have pilots, I say we call dibs on Dynamite.”

Chuck turned and grinned at his Jaeger, all teeth. “I knew tehre’s a reason you were m’Jaeger!” he laughed and nodded. “Probably take better care a him.” he said looking over before the ankle joint.

“Her.” Striker interrupted, looking up at the brown-painted Aussie Jaeger. “…Don’t ask me why, but I think she’s a girl.” He said it with a whole lot of certainty, squinting slightly at Hunter before turning his gaze rest. “…Raven’s the only guy. I think.”

Chuck listened and rose his eyebrows a bit. “Okay. So…can you still…drift-sense or whatever with them?” he asked. “We’ll take good care a’ the sheila.” He already wanted to strip the paint down and give her a proper cleaning an re-painting. And a thorough mechanical look over. “Are…they loike you guys?”

“...Huh? Oh, I don’t fucking know. It’s just... Just the feelin’ I get.” He paused at the second question, hesitating and staring back up at the brown and orange Jaeger, standing so proudly there. “...Again... I don’t know.”

“No pilots.” Striker confirmed. “Although, I dunno about fresh. Raven looks a bit dinged up, y’know?” He frowned up at the Canadian Jaeger, massive as it was, but he was also busy running his hand along what he could reach of Hunter Dynamite, feeling scratches and grooves. “Hunter’s only got a fresh set of paint over some damage..?”

“Painted over damage?” he walked over and ran his finger tips over the Jaeger and shook his head. “What the fook is goin’ on? No pilots, no history. They can’t’ have taken out any Jaegers…”

Striker shrugged, staring intently up at the Australian Jaeger… Before turning to his Ranger. “If they don’t have pilots, I say we call dibs on Dynamite.”

Chuck turned and grinned at his Jaeger, all teeth. “I knew tehre’s a reason you were m’Jaeger!” he laughed and nodded. “Probably take better care a him.” he said looking over before the ankle joint.

“Her.” Striker interrupted, looking up at the brown-painted Aussie Jaeger. “...Don’t ask me why, but I think she’s a girl.” He said it with a whole lot of certainty, squinting slightly at Hunter before turning his gaze rest. “...Raven’s the only guy. I think.”

Striker shrugged. “Dunno. Gips says there’s no transfer papers, just the official files. Their names, where they were built, but not where they were transferred from.” He looked up at the closest one, the brown one, and started to point at each of them in turn. “Hunter Dynamite, Australia… The black one is Raven Vigilance, from Canada… That one’s Elan Liberte, from France for some reason, and the scorpion one is Scorpio Trinity. It’s from fucking Chile.”

“What the Fook…” he frowned and walked over. “And what about the pilots? or are they just fresh Jaegers?” he asked before shaking hsi head. “Australlia…You were the last one built. and no one could build four Jaegers that quick.”

“No pilots.” Striker confirmed. “Although, I dunno about fresh. Raven looks a bit dinged up, y’know?” He frowned up at the Canadian Jaeger, massive as it was, but he was also busy running his hand along what he could reach of Hunter Dynamite, feeling scratches and grooves. “Hunter’s only got a fresh set of paint over some damage..?”

“Painted over damage?” he walked over and ran his finger tips over the Jaeger and shook his head. “What the fook is goin’ on? No pilots, no history. They can’t’ have taken out any Jaegers…”

Striker shrugged, staring intently up at the Australian Jaeger... Before turning to his Ranger. “If they don’t have pilots, I say we call dibs on Dynamite.”

Except for an early script, which described the Kaidonvoskys not only surviving, but living because they FIRED THEIR ESCAPE POD THROUGH THE KAIJU’S HEAD, KILLING THE KAIJU AND SURVIVING

{Raise your hand if you've ever felt like a shitty rp partner.}

Chuck frowned, although he was a bit in awe. “Where they hell did they come from?” he asked frowning darkly.

Striker shrugged. “Dunno. Gips says there’s no transfer papers, just the official files. Their names, where they were built, but not where they were transferred from.” He looked up at the closest one, the brown one, and started to point at each of them in turn. “Hunter Dynamite, Australia… The black one is Raven Vigilance, from Canada… That one’s Elan Liberte, from France for some reason, and the scorpion one is Scorpio Trinity. It’s from fucking Chile.”

“What the Fook…” he frowned and walked over. “And what about the pilots? or are they just fresh Jaegers?” he asked before shaking hsi head. “Australlia…You were the last one built. and no one could build four Jaegers that quick.”

“No pilots.” Striker confirmed. “Although, I dunno about fresh. Raven looks a bit dinged up, y’know?” He frowned up at the Canadian Jaeger, massive as it was, but he was also busy running his hand along what he could reach of Hunter Dynamite, feeling scratches and grooves. “Hunter’s only got a fresh set of paint over some damage..?”

Jaeger plans you can find while exploring the Shatterdome in PPDC.