Pacific Rim (a fan fiction)

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*~ 5 whole years later~*
Striker's POV
I was laying on my bed dreaming. I dreamed I was in a field with a female Jaeger who had midnight black hair. It was so peaceful as I laid my head on her lap. I couldn't see her face but I knew she was beautiful. It then changed into a scene I was all too familiar with. I watched as my mother desperately tried to fight off a Kaiju.

I shot up panting. I blinked a couple of times, and tried to calm my heart down. I quickly stood up and started to put on my armor. All remaining Jaegers were to be transported to the front lines no matter what condition they were in. For what I knew there were only three of us left. I walked out of my room and saw Crimson Typhoon and Cherno Alpha in the main area, talking to each other.

"Look who decided to join the party." Crimson commented as I approached them. "Striker Eureka, I've heard a lot about you, kid." Cherno the oldest Jaeger that was still active. Cherno then extended his hand for me to shake. "I have heard many things about you as well sir. But don't call me kid mate." I responded and shook his hand. "What were you two talking about?" I asked. "There's a rumor that there is another Jaeger. It's the American Jeager known as Gipsy Danger." Crimson explained.

I was shocked. "Wait you mean the Jaeger who fought against the biggest category 3? Thought he was dead." I commented. "Not dead." Cherno answered. "Well where has he been?" I asked somewhat upset that he hasn't been seen in action for 5 years. "Apparently he has been in a coma for the past few years." Crimson answered and I feel a twinge of guilt for being upset at Gipsy. "Well let's go see him." I spoke as we walked to the medbay.

We saw a Jaeger in a bed in a gown. I took notice of the scaring on there left arm that ran from their shoulder to armpit. I noticed his chest was weird tho. "What's up with his chest?" I asked and Cherno chuckled. "You mean her chest?" He asked.

"Gipsy Danger is a chick!?!?" I asked in shock