Please note, I DO NOT OWN ULTRAMAN OR PACIFIC RIM or its contents. So please don't accuse me.
It's all coming to an epilogue.
Gruesomely his bones grinded into fine ash into the unforgiving ocean bed against his will. He lay in defeat.
Yancy Becket weakly released a cold chuckle at the déjà vu. His feeble deal with that little devil did not change anything in the inevitable game of checkmate mankind will face in less than a second.
The rather exquisite twilight horizon with several bright stars that casted the ocean and the city beyond, a mixed amber and amethyst ambience did no comfort. His eyes are blurring, the only thing he can see now is the perilous red and black exchange light that signed his death certificate. Its sounds soothing. Instead of an alarm as its usual role, it was a hypnotizing lullaby in a harmonious symphony with the nudge of the winds, droning of waves, gurgles of bubbles.
The sound of Knifehead's awful roar forever faded. Not a speck of dust was different from 7 years ago. When the same nemesis ripped him out of the 'Gipsy Danger.' Leaving the traumatized little Rayleigh. He hated himself for that. He abhorred even more since even in a better 'Jaegar' or maybe a self aware Kaiju. Defeat is still knocking out his teeth effortlessly with each blow.
From this second on, the sun will surely set. But this is not a night every woman, child, old, sick, and anyone will fearlessly sleep upon with a tomorrow. Not even Raleigh. For once it sets this time, Earth will be an ice shard of history.
Humans to them are nothing but pathetic bugs who thought a pocket knife would win against Jason Voorhees. The sole planet in the entire system that supported life will be nothing but a magnifying glass for their destructive, wasteful use at will. Its inhabitants will become worse than slaves in eternal torture, what will be left of their fate is beyond the imaginations of the best horror novelist. Not even the most extremely sadistic scientists will predict it.
"Look." The huge painful voice horned.
Yancy warily looked over as the huge paw trapped the fallen Gipsy Danger. The pilot hanging out as if stuck. Crying desperately in visceral and psychological terror for his companion to get out. Two words were audible from the man's exploded vocal cord. "COME ON!"
"Greeeeaaaat." Yancy chirped through his weak voice. "And exactly what can I do?" He pushed, overtaxing his muscles resulting in a heavy fall again. Yancy gave a grumpy weep as the monster obliterated the robot and the defeated pilot in its shadows. Leaving himself barren and in despair.
His teeth and emotions clattered in deadly frequency, unable to move. The circle is full. Even grimmer at this point.