As the war between gigantic monsters known as Kaiju and giant mechs named Jaegers to combat against them intensity, humanity is pushed to the limit. Even the Jaegers are not enough to kill the Kaiju, and humanity is on the verge of defeat. Mankind's...
The next morning, on a foggy and snowy Alaskan day, an uncle and son were making their way along the snowy coast of Alaska, with a metal detector in hand, the former trying to find something of value.
"Now, I want you to keep your eye on that gauge there." The uncle pointed to the gauge in the metal detector. "Now, you know what I'd like to find? I'd like to find a whole ship. That's what I'd like to find." Just then, the metal detector began to beep rapidly. "Wait, wait! Wait, wait,wait,wait,wait! Wait! Right there, right there! Dig!" The young it began to dig in the snow, then pulled out what was a rusty windup robot toy. "Hey, what is it?"
The boy sighed, handing the rusty old toy to his uncle. lIt's just an old toy." He sighed. "We never find anything good."
The metal detector suddenly beeped wildly, getting the two's attention. "Listen." He told his nephew, then heard the sound of loud footsteps approaching from the sea. "Oh, my God." He muttered, as he lowered the detector.
There, walking very slowly out of the fog, now battle-scarred and heavily damaged, was Gipsy Danger. The Jaeger took two more steps out of the sea, until it fell down onto its knees, catching itself with its only good right arm, then the Jaeger fell forward, and with the groaning and creaking of metal, crashed its head down into the snow and sand.
The uncle and boy sprinted up to the damaged Conn-Pod of Gipsy Danger, the young boy staying back, as what sounded like someone was coming out of the Conn-Pod, as the sound of the reactor onboard the Jaeger shuts down.
Just then, someone crawled out of the damaged Conn-Pod, scarred, jury, and his battle armour and circuitry suit damaged on the left shoulder and arm, while the helmet's glass was cracked. Braedey limped out of the remains of his Jaeger, feeling the pain going through him.
"Mister?" Braedey could barely hear the sound of the older man nearby him, as he looked at his downed Jaeger. "Are you okay?"
Braedey looked at his damaged battle armour, feeling the pain overtaking his body, along with the mental strain of piloting a 200ft Jaeger solo. Piloting Solo is an occurrence where a Ranger attempts to pilot a Jaeger on his or her own. The act itself is dangerous; Rangers run a high risk of dying in the process of piloting a Jaeger without a co-pilot.
"Maxwell..." Braedey muttered in pain, tears slowly appearing in his eyes, looking away from Gipsy. "Max..." He then fell to his knees, now exhausted by the mental strain, and fell onto his back with a groan.
"Run! Get help, fast!" The man called to his nephew, as he ran off to get some help. He knelt down to Braedey, and looked down to him. "Young man. It's gonna be all right." He reassured him, as a fire began to form on the back of the downed Jaeger.
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About two moments, loud footsteps could be heard in the distance. The older male looked over to the horizon, and could see another Jaeger approaching from the fog, and stepping onto the beach, standing next to Gipsy. It was Romeo Blue, the Mark-1 Jaeger.
