54 Electricity

POV: Yun

"What is your name?" Yun asked the guard walking beside her. They both followed Torterra to his house.

"Alejandro," the man replied. He did not like this situation at all. He had already heard that something was happening at the base. People are running and screaming. It seems that the rest of the guards called the base manager. Guess who will be blamed? Right! Poor Alejandro, what couldn't catch up the girl and now they're dealing with Torterra, which they weren't allowed to do.

"So you're Mexican!?" Yun was surprised. He had no Mexican accent at all when he spoke.

"My mom was from Mexico. Don't I look Mexican?"

"How do I know who you look like!? It's dark in here! I can't see anything." When they entered the middle, there was very little moonlight. They could barely see the silhouette of Torterra in front of them. There was no lantern in this place.

POV: Torterra

I had strange guests. A girl who wore men's work clothes and a helmet on her head, and the guards of the base. The girl tried to sneak up on me. And as she said, she wants to interview me. Therefore, the situation was clear to me.

"Should I give interview her?" I had a lot of experience working with journalists. When Harry and I were traveling, journalists would sneak up on us from time to time. They overcame many obstacles to reach us. We often changed the countries where we lived, and it was difficult for journalists to catch up with us.

Those journalists who came too close were intercepted by the military, who were chasing us. There were only a few reporters who could get to us, but Harry immediately screamed and asked me to run away from them, so he climbed into his big bag that I was carrying him in and I jumped into the water before the reporters could get to us.

It was so much fun watching them cry in frustration on the shore. Harry didn't like talking to them for some reason. Or he just wanted them did not interfere.

Looking at the girl, she did not seem reliable to me. How old is she? It was difficult to see from a height of 100 meters (328 feet). Judging by her accent, she is from Asia. But that's all the information I could get at a glance.

I approached the ship. It was almost completely torn to pieces, but I got very few things out of it.

"I want you to help me retrieve something precious from this ship," I told them through sign language. But there was no answer. They were discussing something down there and paid no attention to me at all. They both turned on their lanterns and shined at each other.

"Help me get something precious off this ship," I repeated what I wanted from them. But there was no answer again.

"What a jerk! They can't see me!" It was very dark in here, and only now did I realize it.

"Why is it so dark here?" said the girl.

"There are no lights here. And in general, no electricity was brought here," answered the man.

"Why not? Are you saying its just bare walls? No furniture? No electricity? No TV?" The girl was very surprised. It seemed logical, but it was also strange.

"Yes."

"No wonder Torterra doesn't live here! Even solitary confinement is more comfortable than here."

I listened to their conversation and was shocked by her conclusion. This is exactly what I wanted to change now, but it took me years to realize that my home was like a cave for an animal. She came to this conclusion at first glance.

"I needed a desk! I'm tired of working with this ship sitting or lying on the ground!" I thought.

When they finished talking they shone their lanterns on me, but these lanterns were only enough to illuminate my feet. So I sat down and said to them, "Help me get something precious out of this ship."

"From what ship?" the man was surprised and began to shine a lantern around, looking for the ship.

"Wow! This is so much fun! We can find sunken gold in the ocean!" the girl simply skipped all the explanations and immediately understood everything. It seemed that she would now go and find all the golden treasures in the ocean herself.

"What's going on here?! Alejandro, are you here?" the head of the base entered the house with several other armed men. He was angry, but he also tried not to shout so as not to anger the master of this house.

"Yes Sir! Forgive me, it's my fault, I couldn't stop Miss Yun from getting in here. But don't worry, Torterra invited us in. He wants us to help him," Alejandro replied to his boss.

"Why is it so dark in here!? Quickly bring a generator and floodlights here! How could you live on his island for so many years and not even bring a light here? You didn't even ask him if he needed a light in his house. You came and took over his island, and didn't even ask for permission! Have a conscience!" Yun yelled at the base manager and reprimanded him for any matter she could think of.

She chose the best strategy for defense - attack! If she stands and remains silent, she will simply be taken out of here. She will be of little use in exploring ships where physical work is required, and if she can prove useful she can be left on the island. When she was next to Torterra, she understood who the real master of the island is and who sets the rules. The base manager's opinion is important, but the Titan will always have the final say.

"She's cunning. But surprisingly, she's right. I really need some comfort here," I thought as I watched this drama unfold. I was interested in how the head of the base would act.

"Miss Yun! You have violated the rules of being on the island, so you will be placed under detention until you are sent home. You will not be allowed to walk around the base."

"I…" the girl named Yun was unable to answer. She lowered her head and covered her face with the helmet that was on her head. It was her defeat.

"Eh! Maybe I should protect her? She seems like a very smart girl. I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to other people on my behalf," I let out a heavy breath and felt sorry for the girl. She is the first to think about whether I need anything.

But I won't let a civilian stay here for long - it's like letting him die. Just one Kaiju attack and this little person will be dead. And even if the attack does not happen, the person will constantly annoy me with his presence. I will be afraid to step on her, and it will always stress me out.

It's like when you want to feed a cat, and instead of running to its bowl, it runs under your feet and prevents you from walking. And if you step on his tail, why is it not the cat's fault, but me!?

Half an hour later, a group of sleepy and tired engineers came to us and started installing the lighting. The room immediately became clear. The spotlights were powerful, and only a few of them illuminated the entire huge room. In the middle of the room lay a ship torn to pieces.

"Ha ha ha! The marine archaeologists will sue you!" the girl laughed because of my work. She ran around the ship filming it on camera. Sometimes she came back to me and filmed me. I didn't care about that, but I'll have to watch my words so I don't say too much.

"If we find a lot of gold, we can build our own Jaeger!" Yun continued to dream and talk nonsense to the camera. I'm a little surprised that this is what she wants to spend the gold (which hasn't been found yet), but when you think about it, it makes sense that people are now working together to protect themselves. All people give part of their salaries to the construction of Jaeger. Therefore, it is not surprising that it constantly occupies their thoughts.

"Mr. Stacker will be very pleased!" - She continued to have fun. It was clear from her that she was very happy that she was allowed to stay here.

"Hey! Don't share my money!" - I thought indignantly. Before I could find even a gram of gold, it was already taken from me. And what kind of dude is she talking about? Why would he be happy with my gold?!

"Who is this?" - in order to pronounce a complex name using sign language, it was necessary to literally write each letter with a claw on the palm of the hand. It's long, so I'll limit myself to just asking a simple question without saying the name.

"You mean Stacker Pentecost? He is the head of the entire Jaegers program. He is also called Marshal." - answered Alejandro. He witnessed the Marshal talking to Torterra and was a little surprised that he didn't know the Marshal's name. Alejandro narrowed his eyes and stared at Torterra.

That's his name! I thought his name was Marshall. In my understanding, Marshal is some kind of ranger from Texas westerns, not a military position. I felt a little ashamed that I had known him for so long and never once asked him his name. Alejandro was looking at me strangely, so I just turned my head away, pretending I didn't hear him. "I hope he doesn't doubt my intelligence."

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