Author's Note
Pacific Rim is a movie that I greatly enjoy. A beautiful popcorn muncher action flick if ever there was one. Its one of the reasons the word "awesome" exists. And so, being on , it strikes me as only natural that I attempt a longer fic set in its universe.
There will be some serious elements here and there in this fic; the film had a human element, and I'd like to honor that. There will also be a great many things that will require a high level of suspension of disbelief. The film was not afraid to be quite ludicrous in many places, especially where its over the top action sequences were concerned. I fully intend to be over the top in many places- probably even more so than the film. If you are looking for a story that places character depth first and preposterous action second, this fic is probably not for you. If, on the other hand, you are in the mood for good, absurd fun, this may just be your fic.
To all those who ever whacked their action figures together whilst shouting "bang!", "pow!", "zap!", and other such phrases, this fanfiction is affectionately dedicated.
Prologue
Across a hellish landscape lit by a dying sun, there are scraps of metal and piles of ash. They stretch across the desolate, alien surface, the very air of which is heavy with rot and decay. The debris has been in this region for seven years- seven long years since the inhabitants gazed into the gold and blue face of the mechanoid beast and realized too late that the doom of their plan had come.
The region is uninhabited, though the world is not. Savage beings reside there, whose very appearance is what nightmares are made of, in whose eyes is reflected the same madness that sears the souls of those who would meet their gaze. They are conquerors, predators. Worlds have fallen before them, been consumed, devastated, stripped bare. Races have they annihilated, civilizations have they laid low. They are colonizers, taking possession of other worlds. They maintain outposts across the furthest reaches of the universe, havens in which pockets of them experience lives outside the realm of the human experience. These havens are fed by the main population that resides within the ghoulish wasteland. Currently, they receive little, for resources are running out.
Few of them ever venture into the fields of debris; there is no need, for they remember. They remember the devastation wreaked by the detonation of the mech. They have analyzed the tactics used by their foes to defeat them, have retrieved all that they wish to from the site. And they have been rebuilding.
They have meditated upon that day, have considered their options. They know that other worlds are out there, but they have grown obsessed. Their minds are fixed on the one planet they have found that is rich enough to support their race for eons- the one world that ever stopped them. Their stomachs afflicted by the pangs of hunger, their hearts embittered by a desire for vengeance.
This is the Anteverse. Its inhabitants are the Precursors.
And the time has come for their revenge.