A Fanfiction I Made

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“Gipsy we’ll start to hire a new crew for you.” Mako announce so sudden that I stumbles backward a little bit.

“Get me Raleigh,” I said.

I didn’t want anyone except Raleigh and Yancy in my head, I don’t care who’s the next Co-pilot, just get me Raleigh and I’m fully ready for combat.

“I don’t know how to answer this but he has slip off the grid for a few years now.” Mako grimaces.

“Then find him!” I yell, make Mako and all the workers startles. My temper got out of control. I remember I was very patient back at Anchorage, after all these years I have lost it.

“I’ll… I’ll try my best.” Mako babbling at my sudden outburst and the workers silently continues working. She walk down the catwalk towards LOCCENT Center, she better get him here for me or I’ll burn this place without hesitate.

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A week later
I got along with Cherno, Crimson and Striker real fast. In our free time we usually walk together and talk about different topics such as how we kill our first Kaiju and stuffs.

Striker is not very sociable. He rarely joins in our conversations and he often isolates himself from the other. Whenever we try to talk to him, he just shrug, nod or say a super short sentence such as “Yes, that’s great.” Or “No, I didn’t like it.”

We try to talk to Striker’s pilots once but they said they have to keep it a secret or Striker will literally hang them on top of the Shatterdome for a day.

“It happens once, we got stuck up there until midnight, and Striker finally releases us.” Charles Hansen (A.K.A Chuck) shivers at the memory.

“He’s an ice prince Gipsy, I think you should engage conversations with him and when he gets along with you, he’ll tell you his secret.” Hercules ...

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...rtures and I don’t want to be a victim for any of these things.

“Am I evil?” Striker inquires absently.

All of us then start to use our CPU to think about an answer that’d not provoke Striker or he’ll send us fly around the globe and then finally land in front of him.

“Yes, I mean no, I mean…” I start rambling. “Both.” Crimson, Cherno and me said in unison.

“You’re not talented in lying, Gizzy.” He lowers his head to look at me straight in the face, and then Striker whispers:

“Look, I know that you’re worry about me but I’m fine and I didn’t need any sympathy from you or anyone else.”

I feel itchy. I actually care for him and how could he… snap me off like that?

“Hoo Roo,” He said and walks away.

“What’s that?” I ask Crimson and Cherno. Both of them just shrug.

It’s way harder than I thought and… I need to do some research about the meaning of “Hoo Roo.”

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