It's the year 21xx. We reploids are highly advanced and capable of our own means. With our evolution in technology came the Jaegers, even more advanced than us as we began work on the models. But with the marvel in technology, a tear in the sea formed. Between dimensions. We always thought monsters would come from the stars. Or fellow robots, infected by viruses.
Kaiju. Code name: Mavericks. Tall and powerful on an apocalyptic scale. Destruction and chaos were everywhere.
They're in their own dimension, and the vast ocean is what separates us from them. We began to fight back. It didn't take us long to realize we couldn't go out into the ocean with loaded busters and electric saber swords. The beasts, they were hundreds of feet taller. We were only the size of humans. So we used our knowledge of robotics. And the jaegers were born.
We became maverick hunters. Robots in control of even larger machinery, taking down the plague.
Reploids were celebrated as heroes. We were the saviors among the remainders of man-kind.
My name is X. I'm a trained Jaeger pilot. I'm destined to pilot Maverick Hunter. She's 250ft, strong, durable and absolutely beautiful. I do not yet know who I am drift compatible with, but in a few days I am destined to find out. I'm nervous. I'm trained and all, I know how drifting works but… how can I let someone in my head? Even I get flashbacks of my creator now and again and it hurts me a lot. Someone else besides the training droid is going to see that. And eventually, permanently see that every time we drift to cancel the apocalypse. But we will see. I mean, just the thought of piloting a 250ft ton of metal is scary. But if it's for the greater good of the world, then so be it.