"Proper Kaiju Cleaning"
By Hexus (https://pastebin.com/u/Hexus)

URL: https://pastebin.com/RFRWtWQF
Created on: Tuesday 31st of December 2019 02:41:44 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 04:18:48 AM UTC


============Prompt============
>Kaiju cleaning

“Don’t worry sweetie you get used to it!  It only took me about 14 tries and22OSHArecordables till I didn’t move an inch.”
“What was that last part?!”
“14 Tries!”
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>standing beside a gantry, watching as your view fills with grey, and not the grey of steel but that of a body casually making her way into the spot normally reserved for jaegers
>mechanisms click and whine
>engines and servos awaken as they pull the pieces into place around her body, encircling it as her tail dutifully swishes out of the way
"Maintenance crews to stations."
>they ready the high pressure washers as a nozzle swings into place above
>red alarm lights die down, replaced with yellow caution lights spinning
>a siren rings and a deep claxxon tones
"Initiating procedure: shower in 3... 2.... 1...."
>hot water pours from the nozzle as jets spray from the overpressurized firehoses
>steam pours off of her body as sand and grime washes off
>her hide foams up, seasalt reacting with sweat and shampoo
>A pleased sigh rumbles over the noise of heavy rainfall pattering to the ground below, punctuated by a heavy clunk of a rear hoof touching down on its front, the trucks and guide vehicles having long gotten out of the way as she settles in
>the frog of the hoof exposed, the high pressure hoses get to work on digging out bits of seabed rock and apparently an octopus that had taken refuge
>Jenkins had to go chase it around and toss it into a saltwater tank on what was little more than an airplane luggage transportation truck waiting off to the side
>this wasn't the first time
>it used to be that she was too small for jaeger cleaning procedures, stuck to her little chambers because the world preferred not to remember she even existed
>but things were different now
>now as tall as the mechas sleeping beside her in their own gantries, she was the largest thing in the room
>she lacked killmarks etched into their steel hulls or inked across slate-clean spots
>her body just regenerated or absorbed whatever marks were on her by the time the week was over
>she lazily shifted her weight to let them clean the other rear hoof, anchors tied into her hairs swishing to the side with gravity
>such is life as mankind's made protector, finally acknowledged