«Proluge»
The man took a deep breath and stared at the Pacific Ocean. Memories of the past week flooded his mind.
"You're still in here? You should be celebrating."
He turned around to face his former drift partner.
"It feels strange, to live a normal life now that their gone." He admitted. His partner nodded.
"It does. Come on, their waiting for you." His partner turned and left, leaving him alone. He took a deep breath, and a smile crossed his face.
"Yeah, it's over." He glanced back at the ocean.
"Good bye Gipsy."
Everyone believed the threat of the Kaijus was gone, that from now on, the world would be as it was before, everyone living their own lives,
they put the past behind them. If they were correct, I wouldn't be telling you this story. After the sacrifice of Gipsy Danger, all the nations
celebrated, they built a new Gipsy, in honor of the last Gipsy's pilots. Little did they know in six-teen years, it would be used to struggle
against the Kaijus. My name is Nichole Johnson, six-teen years of age, right hemisphere pilot of Gipsy Danger Mark Seventy-Four. My drift
partner, Nicco White, began as my neighbor's oldest son, he was getting ready to go to colledge. Our schools, along with every school in the
world, gave drift tests, to see who is drift compatible. We were both positive, but at the time, we thought nothing of it. It seemed impossible
the Kaijus would come back, we all thought Gipsy put them out for good, but they re-built themselves, and vowed revenge, they promised
they'd destroy us this time.
