[ People were reluctant to believe it at first, that a blind man could be a fighter. That he could be a pilot. But there was no arguing that his other senses were quite extraordinary, and when two minds became one, only one of them really needed to have a working pair of eyes anyway.
So this is it, the final hoop to jump through to prove that he really can pilot a jaeger.
His test partner is waiting for him, and he approaches her with a friendly smile and an outstretched hand. ]
[ Mako, for the record, thinks that his haters are idiots and have no business being in the cockpit anyway. Eyesight, while crucial, isn't completely necessary. Hell, the Russians pilot nearly blind in those antiquated suits, staring through keyhole lenses while Loccent offers guidance. Mako, for all that she loves them dearly, still doesn't understand how they do it.
His drift partner would have to have vision, but it's silly to think him incapable. She knows damn well that the if you take one sense away, all others heighten. Not because you want them to, but because they must. It is human instinct, the desperation of the human body and mind to survive. She herself has sparred blindfolded, closed her eyes and steadied her breathing and listened, the hanbÅ becoming an extension of her arm, hearing acute. Her partner never stood a chance.
At any rate, he seems pleasant enough, smiling and offering a hand and she cannot begrudge him that, even if it is beyond unfair that she is not a candidate. ]
[ Not to mention the fact that his seses are... a little out of the ordinary. He still doesn't know how that happened but he's learned to live with it.
Matt is actually assuming that Mako is, if not a pilot, then a candidate herself, perhaps even being tested to see if she could be his co-pilot.
He drops his hand, still smiling though the expression softens somewhat. ]
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So this is it, the final hoop to jump through to prove that he really can pilot a jaeger.
His test partner is waiting for him, and he approaches her with a friendly smile and an outstretched hand. ]
You must be Mako. Hi. I'm Matt.
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His drift partner would have to have vision, but it's silly to think him incapable. She knows damn well that the if you take one sense away, all others heighten. Not because you want them to, but because they must. It is human instinct, the desperation of the human body and mind to survive. She herself has sparred blindfolded, closed her eyes and steadied her breathing and listened, the hanbÅ becoming an extension of her arm, hearing acute. Her partner never stood a chance.
At any rate, he seems pleasant enough, smiling and offering a hand and she cannot begrudge him that, even if it is beyond unfair that she is not a candidate. ]
I am. It is good to meet you.
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Matt is actually assuming that Mako is, if not a pilot, then a candidate herself, perhaps even being tested to see if she could be his co-pilot.
He drops his hand, still smiling though the expression softens somewhat. ]
I can only say the same. Shall we?