ALRIGHT, here's a teaser to the Teen Jaeger sequel! This is just a snippet, with the first chapter coming out a week or two from now. Also, fair warning this part has some violence in it BUT ITS GOING TO GET MUCH MORE LIGHTER AND INNOCENT AS IT GOES ON, in order to keep with the humor of its predecessor. Anywho, enjoy and please review!

"Torvarich, na menya!" Cherno's breath hissed out like steam through a pipe. He could feel the sweat seeping from Crimson's back onto his as they stood against each other, fists raised against the snowy darkness.

He knew Striker was out there, somewhere, waiting to step in just in case….

Well…just in case he and Crimson died.

"On your left!" The nearby snowbank exploded with a roar, and in a flurry of neon eyes and claws the Chinese jaeger was ripped away.

" CATEGORY IV SIGHTED! ENGAGING!" Ice shattered beneath Cherno's heavy combat boots as he took off, veins pumping red hot primal fury into his bare muscles.

Crimson hit the ground in a roll, barely missing the razor sharp jabs aimed at his neck. Crashing into a dumpster, he pushed off of it, his boot connecting with the kaiju's face. A cracking sound pierced the night.

The female kaiju slid back into a crouch, a snarl tugging at her mouth as she dabbed at the kaiju blue dripping from her noise. "Hm, I'm impressed," her voice slid out silky smooth, distracting Crimson long enough for her to lunge past his guard and rake her claws across his ribs.

Searing pain lanced through him, forcing him back. Vision blurring, he attempted his signature move. "THUNDERCLOUD FORMATION!" With a whirr his mechanical third arm cut through his sweatshirt. His hands where a blur as they beat into the kaiju.

"Crimson, I'm open!"

A grin tugged at the jaeger's face as he pushed off the ground, flipping over his opponent and chucking her at Cherno Alpha.

Rolling to a stop at his feet, she had barely enough time to dodge the fist forming a small crater right next to her head. Looking up, she stared wide eyed at the hulking teenage boy before her.

"Mess with Crimson Comrade, mess with me," Cherno cracked his knuckles. He had her right where he wanted her.

He saw him through mid-swing, Striker standing a few feet away from him. The horror in the Aussie's eyes reflected the massive figure that was now standing behind him.

Cherno didn't even have time to react. His coat was grabbed, a fist bigger then his face came crashing up to meet him, then that was it.

"You mess with Otachi, you mess with me: Leatherback ," the new kaiju rumbled. The body of a heavy-weight wrestler, snow steamed off his bare chest as his scales glowed in the dark.

Cherno tried desperately to recover, bending low and going for a gut punch, but his arm was blocked, and the second punch sent him to his knees.

Blood in his eyes, the world spun around him in a red haze. He tried to focus, tried to stand up. He could see Crimson's struggling in Otachi's grip, his face obscured by her tail.

"Crimson!" He could hear Striker's strained cry as his best friend's pleas for help suddenly stopped with a sickening snap.

"Tovarich!" He tried to move, he really did, but his neck was grabbed and suddenly he found himself leaning over the frozen fountain in the courtyard they were in.

"Slattern sends his regards," with a lurch the ice was broken. Water poured into Cherno's screaming mouth as he struggled against the hand that held him under.

Even as darkness took him he could still hear Striker screaming in the distance.

"Don't worry, Cherno! I'm coming for you!"

Then there was nothing.

Cherno awoke with a start, almost hitting Gipsy in the head. Giving a frightened squeak, the girl jumped back.

'WHOE! HOLD ON! I'M SORRY I WAS JUST TRYING TO WAKE YOU UP!" Her hair had been cut shorter now, laying in a messy halo around her head. She was in her blue bunny pajamas, so it must of been morning.

"Wake me...?" The Russian stared at her expression, confused.

"Yeah...you're late for breakfast, so Sasha sent me to wake you," her expression darkened with worry, "you were thrashing around and yelling...I think you were having a nightmare..."

His silence was his response, brow furrowed.

Gently, she grabbed his stuffed pony and handed it to him. "Do...do you remember what it was about?"

Frigid green eyes snapped up to meet her, suddenly clear and focused. "Nyet, remember nothing. "

"Oh, alright then. Maybe that's a good thing," her smile instantly came back. "Now put some pants on, Herc is making waffles and Crimson and Striker are having a contest on who can shove the most spoons up their nose!"

"Come on, I beat both of them!" Whooping, he jumped out of bed, and flinging Gipsy over his shoulder he sped off to the cafeteria, the two of them laughing all the way.

To be continued!