Shingeki no Pacific Rim

SUMMARY: When humanity is threatened by the Kaiju—nightmarish beasts that arose from the sea—only the Yeager pilots stand a chance. One of these pilots, a prodigy named Mikasa Ackerman, finds her skills put to the test as she must re-join the program to fight for humankind. Levi x Mikasa, Christa x Ymir.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for all the reviews, follows, and favourites! I know that I classified this fic as a romance & sci-fi, but it's going to be focusing on the sci-fi/action part for now. Of course there's going to be romance, but it'll come later. I have a ton of characters and Yeagers and fight scenes to introduce.

Just a quick side note, someone asked me why I didn't make Eren Mikasa's co-pilot. I actually have a very good reason for that and it'll be apparent in later chapters. Hope you enjoy!

Also, the name of Mikasa's Yeager is partially me making fun of how Pacific Rim had elements of Evangelion and SnK.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own.


Mikasa woke up to the sound of sirens. Groaning slightly as she rolled over, she saw the flashing red lights along with the words "CATEGORY 3" glaring at her. Immediately, she sprung from her bed and ran over to the door separating her room from her partner's.

"Levi!" She called, banging on the metal. "Wake up! We've got to suit up!"

The door opened, revealing a sleepy and shirtless Levi. "Why are you yelling so damn early?"

"We have to go," she repeated.

"And no good morning kiss?"

Mikasa pointed at the bright warning, the hologram burning her eyes if she stared for too long.

Levi's eyes sharpened. He pulled a shirt from his chair and yanked it over his head. "Let's suit up."

When the pair was finally ready the go, they departed their quarters, briskly walking down the twisting halls and into the room where they would don their suits. On their way, they passed by the enormous hangar where the head of their Yeager resided, staring down at its occupants like the vast guardian it was.

"You ready for this?" Mikasa yelled over the din. Workers bustled around her, fixing into place the scuttling Spinal Clamp of her chipped white suit.

"I always am," replied Levi smoothly. His helmet was clipped into place, the Relay Gel coming down to reveal his face. The gel would allow him to relay impulses to Mikasa and vice versa.

"Alright, pilots." Their commander, Erwin Smith, greeted the two. Mikasa and Levi snapped to attention the moment they heard his voice ooze through the speakers in the Yeager. "We have a Kaiju headed straight for Trost."

"It's always Trost," sighed Levi.

"Trost is heavily populated," said Mikasa. "It's also closest to the breach. The Kaiju are generally going to head in the direction of that area."

"Fair enough," said Levi.

"Pilots of Genesis Titan?" A timid-sounding voice came over the intercom.

"Morning Armin." Mikasa greeted their technician.

"So, what kind of monster are we dealing with today?" Asked Levi.

"Category three," said Armin. "We're calling it 'Bonecleaver'. Pilots, be on your guard. We've only dealt with category three's a few times."

"It shouldn't be difficult," said Mikasa. "We've specialize in cutting flesh." She rolled her shoulders, enjoying the feeling of stretching her muscles through the thick material of the suit.

"You'd best be on your guard, Ackerman," warned Erwin. "Arrogance will do you more harm than good out in the field."

"Pilots, get ready for the drop," said Armin.

Mikasa and Levi braced themselves. Within seconds, they experienced a familiar swooping sensation through their stomachs as the head of their Yeager dropped down a shaft. They kept their muscles loose as the head made contact with the neck and attached itself firmly.

One of the last remaining Mark IV's, Genesis Titan had adopted a more streamlined look and a slimmer design, losing the bulkiness of previous models. The machine was a rusted blue all over; its only other colour was a bright red that fell down in stripes alongside its legs and arms. In its chest glowed a bright nuclear reactor outfitted with a Plasma Launcher—ideal for attacking Kaiju that would otherwise have their hands occupied. Where its eyes would be was an almost clear green glass, marked in a honeycomb-like pattern.

However, the beauty of the Yeager came from the way in which it fought. As its pilots were both incredibly talented with swords, their Yeager reflected that in the retractable box-cutter swords it was outfitted with. In combat, Genesis Titan was a dual-blade wielding terror. Precise and deadly, it was truly worthy of being called a "Titan".

"Preparing the neural handshake," said Armin.

Mikasa and Levi eyed one another and nodded. They'd been partners and occasional lovers for years, first consummating their odd relationship when Mikasa had reached the age of eighteen. Neural handshakes—the very idea of being in each other's minds—hardly phased them.

"Neural handshake commencing."

No matter how many times Mikasa had done it, the initial plunge was always a bit of a shock. Memories both recognizable and foreign rushed at her, but she kept herself detached from it all. She saw her childhood rushing by her; she saw the memories of a young girl as she watched a Kaiju destroy her town. Even memories that weren't her own began to flood her consciousness as she experienced Levi's harsh beginnings as a thug in the underground world of Shiganshina.

Finally, she began to drift with him. And though she couldn't actually read Levi's mind, she could feel emotions and read his instincts; these shared senses would be crucial in piloting the Yeager against any Kaiju.

"Calibrating left hemisphere."

Mikasa lifted her left arm slowly, allowing for Genesis Titan to do the same.

"Calibrating right hemisphere," reported Armin.

Levi did the same.

"Both hemispheres are calibrated. Genesis Titan, you are now ready for combat."

The motor of several helicopters was all anyone could hear as the enormous Genesis Titan was carried out of the hangar and into the thrashing waters of the ocean. A storm was brewing, causing the waves to crash about. It would not be an easy fight.

The helicopters cut their lines, letting Genesis Titan fall to the water.

"Bonecleaver is approaching from your right," said Armin.

"I'm on it," said Levi. He retracted the Yeager's right blade and with Mikasa, steadied their stance.

"I don't see him," said Mikasa.

"He's underneath you!"

Levi slammed the blade into the water. With a roar, the beast emerged and quickly sank back down.

"That's a big one," breathed Mikasa.

Its thick hide resembled that of a rhino, as did the large horn protruding from its head. The rest of the Kaiju, however, was pure alien. Huge, hooked talons extended from its scaly hands while its feet, obscured by the rushing water, were most likely clawed as well. Its eyes— glowing blue from where Mikasa stood—were tiny, but saw far and in dark conditions. It was the ideal hunter with its long, serrated teeth and strong jaws made for crushing prey.

However, Mikasa and Levi weren't just any prey.

Graduating as the head of her class at the age of seventeen, Mikasa had made a name for herself as a prodigy pilot. Her reputation had only spread further when she was found to be drift compatible with Levi, another known genius. Together, they made up one of humanity's strongest Yeager pilots and had guarded the shores of Trost for nearly four years. Their kills totalled an impressive thirteen; the highest record of any Yeager to date.

"It's going to surface on the left!" Yelled Armin.

Mikasa readied her blade. As Bonecleaver rose up, she swung the weapon at its shoulder and held. The beast roared, trying to get at the Yeager, but they were too far. Withdrawing the blade, Genesis Titan swung back into position, but Bonecleaver wasn't about to wait for them to attack again. It rammed its horned skull into the Yeager. Mikasa and Levi moved back to absorb the shock of the blow, but the damage was done.

Bonecleaver then grabbed Genesis Titan and attempted to rip its head off. However, Levi stopped it with a slug to the skull, pushing it back.

"How're we looking, Armin?" Levi yelled.

"Your Plasma Launcher took the worst of the hit," reported the blonde. "I would suggest sticking to your steel-obsidian blades for now."

"Gotcha," said Mikasa. She looked over at her co-pilot and they nodded in unison.

With a graceful movement that one normally wouldn't expect of a gigantic robot, Genesis Titan extended both boxcutter blades to maximum length. Bonecleaver began to rear back, but the mech was quicker. Levi and Mikasa drove both blades into the stomach of the Kaiju and drew them upwards, creating deep wounds in its body.

"Charging Plasma Launcher!" Mikasa yelled. "Twenty seconds to firing!"

Levi nodded, but at that very moment, Bonecleaver swung at the Yeager, catching it off balance. As Genesis Titan began to tip back, the Kaiju moved forward and grabbed the Yeager.

"Try to shake it off!" Levi yelled.

"It's hanging on too tightly! And the Plasma Launcher is too damaged from its horn. It's still charging!"

Holding onto the Yeager, Bonecleaver ripped the left arm from its body, sparking an agonized scream from the co-pilot in charge of the left hemisphere.

"Mikasa!" Levi yelled.

"My arm!" She cried out.

When Bonecleaver was done with its arm, it made for the head of the Yeager. As it pried open the cranium of Genesis Titan, Mikasa could see the tip of its huge talons over the shredded metal.

Levi looked at her with an anguished expression. A large sheet of metal debris fell from the top of the dome and as Levi leaned to the left to avoid it, it cut through the leg of his suit. He screamed in pain.

As Mikasa counted the seconds down to their seemingly unavoidable demise, she began to stray from the drift—something she hadn't done since the early days of her training as a pilot.

"Fight! If you win, you live!"

Adrenaline rushed through her. Mikasa's pupils expanded and her muscles contracted. Her heart thudded loudly in her ears, drowning out the noise of the storm, the crush of metal as the Kaiju repeatedly rammed its horn in the Yeager, or even Levi.

Plasma Launcher charged.

With a wild yell, Mikasa aimed the cannon at the chest of the Kaiju. With a huge flash of blue light, it tore through its chest. Bonecleaver began to fall, but not before it had heavily crippled Genesis Titan.

Mikasa suddenly felt very tired, her muscles loosening as she sank down. She looked over at Levi, but her co-pilot was unconscious and bleeding badly.

"Levi," she whispered, trying to reach for him, but the suit kept her back. "Levi…"

And that's when she blacked out.


"Sir," Armin said gravely to Pentecost. "We've lost visuals on Genesis Titan."

Erwin tented his hands, resting his chin on the tips of his thumbs. "And the Kaiju?"

"Defeated," said Armin. "But I can't find Mikasa or Rivaille."

"Arlert," said Erwin tiredly. "You know that being a pilot is an incredibly dangerous occupation. They knew the risks when they signed up."

"You're not asking us to just leave them, are you?" Armin's voice grew panicked. "What if they're alive? They might need help!"

"Armin." Erwin put a hand up to silence the young technician. "I'm sorry, but we cannot afford to lose any more pilots. Losing Genesis Titan is just a sacrifice we're going to have to make. The Kaiju are growing stronger and our numbers are dwindling."

"Which is exactly why we can't just leave our two best pilots to die!"

"You heard what was going on during the battle," said Erwin. "Bonecleaver crushed half the head. Nobody—not even our best—could survive that. And even if they did, their wounds are sure to be fatal."

Armin sat down in a nearby chair, running a shaking hand over his face. "But…Trost is the most attacked country. What are we going to do without Genesis Titan?"

Erwin smiled grimly. "I know of a friend that I can call up. Let's see if Midnight Blaze is ready for the job."


"Connie, Connie!"

Far from the area of Trost was Dauper, a small country that was rarely targeted, and thus, had no need for the Yeagers.

"Connie!" Sasha Braus called out to her friend. "My cousin told me we could find treasure, here!"

"Here?" Connie scratched his head. "Sasha, your cousin is just messing with you. Nobody has found treasure on the beaches of Dauper for at least sixty years."

Sasha shook her head vehemently. "No, I'm sure there's treasure here and—do you hear that noise?"

As the two strained their ears, they could faintly hear a thump, thump coming from the sea.

"It sounds like something's coming from the water!"

"A Kaiju?" Sasha asked, her eyes wide and frightened. Only once in her life had she seen one and it was the most frightening thing she'd ever laid her eyes on. Sometimes, she still had nightmares about that row of jagged teeth and slitted, reptilian eyes.

"No," said Connie, squinting his eyes toward the horizon. "It looks…humanoid."

"A Yeager?" Sasha walked over to where her friend stood. "But the closest Yeager would be the one guarding Trost and that's pretty far away."

"It's a Yeager," said Connie as the mech came into view.

Both of them gasped as they took in the view. The Yeager was missing its arm and half its head seemed to be crushed in. It was a wonder that it could still function. As it neared the beach, it suddenly began to tip forward.

"Move out of the way!" Connie used his body to shield Sasha as they ran for cover.

With a loud crash, the Yeager landed in the sand.

Peeking out from behind Connie's back, Sasha slowly began to move forward. "Hello?" She called out.

There was no response, save for the coiling smoke that rolled off the Yeager in waves. A person, outfitted in a red-stained white suit, emerged from the cockpit. They seemed to be supporting someone else.

Connie and Sasha immediately rushed forward.

The girl, her black hair tousled, had blood trickling down the side of her face. "My partner…" she whispered, every breath laboured.

"We'll get you some help!" Sasha promised. "Connie!" With a nod, Connie rushed off.

"My partner…" The girl repeated.

"You're safe, now," said Sasha. "You're going to be fine."

The girl slumped, but Sasha caught her before she could fall. She laid the body of the other pilot on the sand. Putting her head to his chest, she listened and though it was faint, she could hear a pulse.

"You're going to be fine," said Sasha, watching the girl with worried eyes.

The girl was clutching at her arm. Sasha looked at the appendage and gasped when she saw the bloody wound there.

"We'll get you some help right away!"

The girl fell unconscious before Sasha could finish her sentence.


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