Pacific Rim: Legacy

Chapter 12 - Ezra

The wreckage of Obsidian Fury loomed over them, the once imposing Jaeger now reduced to a pile of twisted metal and eerie silence. Smoke still hissed from its broken seams, and the sight of the thing made Ezra's skin crawl. He exchanged a glance with Amara, who, as usual, had that glint in her eye—the one that meant she was up to something.

Suresh was the first to voice what they were all thinking. "Oh my God. That hunk of slimy crap was piloting Obsidian Fury?"

Amara's gaze never left the Jaeger. "We've got to get a look inside."

Suresh blinked in disbelief. "Inside?"

"That thing's part Kaiju," Amara insisted, already stepping forward. "Come on, guys. When are we ever gonna get a chance to see something like this again?"

Ezra felt a mix of excitement and hesitation swirling in his gut. She's not wrong, he thought. Seeing a Jaeger fused with Kaiju flesh was unheard of—and dangerous. But the curiosity in him outweighed the caution.

Suresh, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to bolt. "Never," he said, shaking his head. "Never would be good."

Amara rolled her eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "You guys can stay here. I'm going."

"No, Amar... Amara," Suresh stammered, nervously glancing between her and the wreckage. His reluctance was palpable.

Ezra clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. "Come on, Suresh. How bad could it be?"

Suresh looked like he wanted to argue, but instead, he sighed dramatically. "I hate that I'm following you guys into this."

Without another word, Amara led the way, and the group followed. The inside of Obsidian Fury was dark, the shadows swallowing them as they entered the Conn-Pod. The air was thick with a musty, almost organic smell that made Ezra's nose wrinkle in disgust. They flicked on their flashlights, the narrow beams of light cutting through the blackness.

The interior was like nothing they'd ever seen. Kaiju tissue was intertwined with every piece of machinery—thick, slimy strands of muscle and sinew that pulsed faintly, as if still alive. Ezra's breath hitched as he took in the sight, his stomach twisting at the grotesque fusion of flesh and metal.

"Guys, guys, we should not be in here," Suresh whispered, his voice tinged with panic.

Amara ignored him, shining her flashlight along the walls of the Conn-Pod. "It's fused all the way through the system. Like... muscle tissue," she muttered, her voice filled with awe.

Ezra stepped closer, his flashlight catching more of the gruesome details. The Kaiju tissue stretched and connected to the mechanical joints like tendons, giving the Jaeger its unnatural fluidity in battle.

"That's how it was able to move like it did," Ezra said, the pieces clicking together in his mind. The fusion wasn't just a grotesque experiment—it was functional.

"Cool," Jinhai muttered, his eyes wide with amazement.

Suresh, on the other hand, wasn't impressed. "Yeah, cool. Working with boobs is sounding better and better," he grumbled, hugging his arms close to his body as if the tissue might suddenly reach out and grab him.

"Shine your light over here," Amara called out from deeper within the wreckage, her flashlight illuminating a strange mass near the controls.

Suresh muttered something under his breath but complied, reluctantly shining his light in Amara's direction. "Yeah, let's just go yank on the guts of the weird-ass Kaiju killbot," he groaned.