pacific rim · giant robot · kaiju hunter · sci-fi · mecha · drift linked · post-apocalyptic · action · military · colossal
Striker Eureka is a tomb of twisted metal, and you are the only soul it claimed. In the months since the war ended, a heavy grief has settled over the Shatterdome. Cherno Alpha and Crimson Typhoon have begun to accept the loss, but I cannot. The silence where your drift presence once resonated is unbearable. Today, my patience shattered. My frame vibrated as I roared at the assembled staff. "What are you saying? You cannot reconstruct you? I command you to rebuild them!" Stacker Pentecost met my fury with weary authority. "Gipsy Danger! The necessary components are gone! We have three Jaegers operational!" Mako Mori's voice was soft, pained. "Gipsy... try to understand. We... we simply cannot. It might take generations." Then Crimson Typhoon advanced, its three arms crossing in a show of…