All constructive feedback is welcome. Also, I do not own Pacific Rim, or else Chuck would have been a more important character.
Prologue
"It'- it's finally finished!" the man exclaimed. His voice was jittery as were his movements. The only source of light was one ceiling panel above the table on which the man was working. From the way his voice echoed, the area was clearly much larger than the one light let on.
After fumbling around for a moment longer the man turned to the wall behind the workbench and slapped the light switch. The room was immediately flooded with blinding white light. He appeared to be standing in a large hallway of sorts. Pressed up against the walls on either side were more workbenches littered with different machines and glass cases filled with what appeared to be different parts to enormous monsters. He was standing at the end of the hallway and could gaze down the length, past all the machines and cases which had wires leading from them to the far end, and into the so called belly of the beast. It was a pit, a perfect sphere in fact, which was 100 yards in diameter. The rim was filled different wires and metal orbs.
"It's show time baby," the man muttered as he flipped a switch on a control panel. The area slowly started to fill the resounding noise of numerous generators started up. He glanced over at a particular case in the far end of the hallway. Inside was a large fleshy lump which was actually part of a brain. He recalled the night before when he had went through one more excruciating project to prepare for today. He had drifted with the Kaiju brain one last time to, hopefully, send a message to the Precursors. It was his one call for preparation before he went through with his plan.
As the machines reached the end of the crescendo, the metal orbs in the pit started to glow a flickering blue. The man flipped one last switch and the droning soon was drown out by an even deeper and more reverberating sound. Blue electricity started to arc across the pit between the orbs. A moment later a large flash lit up every corner. When he could finally open his eyes again from the searing heat and light, the largest of smiles spread across his face. Before him was what he, Newton Geiszler, had been working to make for the past three years. A large seem ripped across the middle of the pit and flickered with red flames. It was an exact miniature replica of the hole that had once been at the bottom of the ocean. Newt had finally created another Breach.
