With only two working Jaegers left and the frequency of Kaiju attacks rising, humanity recieved a grim reminder. They were the prey and the Kaiju were the hunters. But when a mining team finds a tomb containing a preserved body of eons past, humanity will have to turn to their last hope-the original Jaeger 'pilot'.

NOTE: Did I mention this is my first fanfic? I hope you enjoy this chapter, although alot of it is a summary of what happens in the beginning of Pacific Rim, but I have changed the events around a little bit to fit with the story, so if you're not familiar with Pacific Rim I suggest you familiarise yourself with it, as this contains some spoilers. (Again if you already are you could just skip to closer to the end) I hope you enjoy!
(I DO NOT OWN ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN OR PACIFIC RIM.)

Exactly 1133 years later, Year 2013.
Humanity recieved a grim reminder.
A 60m tall beast emerged from the ocean. It destroyed 3 major cities and took 6 days for the military to kill it.
This creature was later to be known as a 'Kaiju', an alien creature that originated from a distant world that connected to ours by a portal in a fissure between two tectonic plates underneath the Pacific Ocean.
6 months later, there was another Kaiju attack.
And another.
And another.
Humanity had long forgotten what it was like to be the prey, to be hunted and want to survive against all odds...they wanted power again.
They wanted to be the hunters.
And thus, the Jaeger Program was born.
Two Jaeger pilots would take control of one machine-one to use the left hemisphere of the brain and the other to use the right. This was achived by using a 'Drift Link', in which the pilots' memories would meld with eachother's and the machine's minds.
To fight monsters, we needed monsters of our own.
Humanity began winning again, and got used to it.
Jaeger pilots became superstars, danger became propaganda, and Kaiju became toys.
Year 2020.
7 years after the first Kaiju spotting, a Category 3 had appeared-the largest ever recorded since then. Codenamed 'Knifehead'.
Rayleigh and Yancy Beckett, pilots of the Mark 3 Jaeger 'Gipsy Danger' had been sent out to deal with it.
"It's gonna be alright! Just listen to me-"
"YANCY! NOOOO!"
The Kaiju had found a way to tear open the cockpit of the Jaeger, catching Yancy in its glowing maw and swallowing him whole. Rayleigh could feel everything his brother had felt, all of his pain and fear during his last moments, and then...nothing. Having lost his brother and half of his Jaeger machine, Rayleigh used the last of his strength to take out the Kaiju and steered his machine to shore-collapsing when he finally reached it. He was soon decomissioned along with his Jaeger machine, which was returned to the Anchorage Shatterdome.

Year 2025.
5 years after Yancy Beckett's death and with the war against the Kaiju still ongoing, Rayleigh joined a government program and began work to help construct a safe-haven for humanity to protect against the Kaiju-the Wall of Life, or, as nicknamed by many others,
Wall Maria II.
Upon being questioned on the reasoning behind the nickname, they would reply that they'd 'heard about it in an old story book' and laughed it off.
As the number of Kaiju attacks increased, and more and more Category 4s appearing at a higher frequency than before and the number of Jaeger pilots diminishing, world leaders began to mistrust the Jaeger system.
"You have eight months before we're cutting off your funding. The Jaegers aren't enough anymore. The Wall is the safest option, Marshall, and you know it."
"Is this it then? Is it over...?"
"We don't need them."
A few days later, the Wall of Life in Sydney had been breached by a Category 4 Kaiju,which was luckily soon taken down by the Jaeger Striker Eureka, piloted by the father-son duo Herc and Chuck Hansen, one of the few remaining Jaegers after the increased appearances of Category 4 Kaiju.
By this point, only 4 Jaegers were left.
Striker Eureka,
Crimson Typhoon, piloted by the Wei triplets,
Cherno Alpha, piloted by Sasha and Aleksis Kaidonovsky,
and Gipsy Danger.
The Jaeger Program needed more pilots, but without the necessary time needed to train up new cadets anymore, they needed to turn to a veteran pilot.
Rayeigh was soon re-instated into the Jaeger program, (albeit reluctantly) and was then partnered with cadet Mako Mori, the two having almost perfect Drift Link compatability.
Newton Geiszler and Hermann Gottlieb, two scientists working in the K-Science Lab of the Pan Pacific Defense Corps studying the Kaiju, determining their weaknesses, predicted a double event. A few days after this prediction, the Kaijus 'Leatherback' and 'Otachi' emerged off the shore of Hong Kong, causing the destruction of Crimson Typhoon and Cherno Alpha, killing the pilots within them. Both Kaiju were taken down by Mako and Rayleigh while Striker Eureka was taken back to the Shatterdome for repairs after having taken extensive damage.
About a week passed, and according to Gottlieb's data, another double event should have occured, but it never came.

The Shatterdome, Anchorage.
"I'm telling you, if I could initiate a Drift Link with it, I could unlock their secrets and possibly find out how to really destroy them once and for all!"
"You want to make a Drift Link with a Kaiju?!"
"Not the whole thing, no!" Geiszler let out a laugh mid-sentence, "Just its secondary brain, that's all!" he added, putting his hand fondly against the glass of a tank that held a large, pulsating pinkish lump submerged in murky yellow liquid. Pentecost pinched the bridge of his nose while Hermann tottered about, ranting about Geiszler and his obsession and questioning his sanity in the most sarcastic way possible.
"Permission denied. The neural surge would be too much for the human brain. Now, Professor Gottlieb, I want your report on my desk ASAP, got that?"
The man pivoted in such a way that he looked like he was going to initiate some graceful ballet move. He raised his hand in a shaky salute and a confident grin while Geiszler stood, mouth opening and closing like a fish, looking for just something to say to convince his superiors.
"Yes, sir!"
"Bu-but sir, you can't go with just...!"
"Now I'll be taking my leave. Keep up the good work." and with that, the Marshall left without another word. Gottlieb immediately set to work, kicking Kaiju entrails onto Geiszler's half of the lab while rounding up various folders and stacked sheets of papers with scrawlings covering every inch of them. He hoisted them up with both arms and made to leave when he stopped.
"I know you're always desperate to be right so it looks like you haven't wasted your life as a Kaiju groupie, but it's not going to work." Gottlieb turned on his heel but Geiszler stopped him.
"This is going to work. Fortune favours the brave, dude." he said, unusually serious. Hermann regarded him for a moment.
"Look, they're not going to give you the equipment." He said finally, "You'd bloody kill yourself if they did." And he left, pile of documents teetering dangerously in his arms. Geiszler watched him.
'I'm gonna be a rockstar!'

The next day.
The atmosphere in the Shatterdome was tense and panicked. According to the War Clock and Gottlieb's data, they had mere hours till the next attack, and Striker Eureka and Gipsy Danger were still in need of heavy maintinence. Geiszler hadn't left his lab once since the day before, scrap metal and oily rags lay everywhere, and he had just applied the finishing touches to his creation. He snapped off his dark-tinted goggles and grinned at his work, holding it up. He had created his own neural bridge. He could feel his own eargerness ebbing away at his patience as he giggled to himself, hooking up the wires to the tank holding a weak and barely surviving secondary Kaiju brain. He flipped the switch on a rectangular recording device set precariously on the edge of a cluttered desk and began to speak, barely containing his excitement.
"Kaiju-human Drift experiment take 1." he said clearly, his excitement beginning to shift into nervousness and anxiousness. "Um...the chances are, the section of the brain will be too damaged for me to...uh..." he paused, kicking a discarded, rusted metal plate out of his path to fiddle with some dials on the machine hooked to the Kaiju brain. "Um, too damaged for me to initiate a Drift Link with." He stepped round the side of the machinery again, carefully picking up a metal headset and affixing it to his head. "Science aside," he continued, adjusting the device to fit around his neck, "Hermann, if you're listening to this and I'm still alive, proving what I've just done to work, then haha, I won." He said, a small grin appearing on his face as he imagined the man's expression upon hearing the news. "But if I'm dead, I want you to know that it's all your fault, you drove me to do this!" he picked up what looked like a yellow extension cable with a large red button in place of the extra plug sockets and moved infront of the murky tank, looking at the brain with which he would be soon sharing a mindspace with. "In which case, haha, I also won!" he held the remote in his hand, smile sliding off his face. "Sort of." Almost all the excitement was replaced with fear as his finger hovered over the red button. He watched the brain for a few more moments before taking a deep, shaky breath. "Going in in three...
two...
one..."
Forgetting his emotions and giving in to reflexes, he pushed the button down hard and let out a gasp. He felt like his head was being emptied yet filled with information simultaeneously as images flashed across his eyes with an eerie blue hue-first he thought he was dying as he literally (excuse the cliche) watched his life flash before his very eyes, and when I say flashed, I mean more like drilled and engraved onto his retinas as they passed, but then it got interesting.

Gottlieb found him shuddering erratically with blood slowly oozing from his left nostril on the floor and noticed one of his eyes had turned a deep crimson colour.
"Oh my god, what have you done?!" he cried out, slamming a hand down on the deactivation switch ontop of the headset and tearing it off the scientist, lightly slapping his cheek in a feeble attempt to snap him out of his condition, which, unsurprisingly, failed. "Newton, Newt, stay with me, stay with me now, oh god...I'm going to move you now, okay?" Gottlieb made to hook his arms around Geizler's waist but was pushed back by the man, almost falling on his rear. "Newton?!"
"I-I...have t-to warn ever-everyone...th-the...th-th-they..." Geiszler trailed off, eyes wide and lips flapping with hard-to-reach words. After a moment of watching the man desperately making hand gestures and attempting to talk, Gottlieb managed to move Geiszler onto a stool and handed him a glass of cold water before he almost sprinted out of the lab to the Jaeger observation deck to find the Marshall, who was currently checking on the repair sbeing done to Gipsy Danger.
"Marshall! Marshall this is urgent!" the words tumbled from his mouth, followed by heavy panting. Gottlieb could feel his legs trembling as he leaned on his little black cane for support.
"Not now, doctor Gottlieb, I'm a little busy here..." he replied dismissively.
"Newton created a neural bridge out of garbage and did a Drift Link with a Kaiju!" he huffed, almost collapsing. Pentecost span around with a face that had incredulousness written all over it, but nevertheless he followed Gottlieb through the metallic and crowded corridors down to his lab with a quick stride. When they reached the entrance, without missing a beat, the Marshall marched up to Geizsler and knelt down beside him, staying silent. Geiszler let a lop-sided grin creep onto his face, giving the impression of a blissfully unaware drunk. He seemed to be in a completely different state of mind than when his lab-mate found him.
"I t-told you it would w-w-work..."
He raised a shaking hand to take a sip from the now half-empty glass of water. Drops of the liquid that had missed the mans' lips ran down his chin and slowly dripped off.
"Yes, you did..." Pentecost eventually said, watching Geiszler's ruby eye. "Well? What did you see?"
Geiszler jolted, as if he'd remembered something important he had to do, which, in all honesty, was. A third of what was left of his drink splashed down his shirt, but he didn't care.
"I only s-saw like, snippets, l-like how when you keep blinking y-you just get a g-g...g..." he made a gesture with his hand as if he had forgotten what he was going to say, but he was still looking at Pentecost, who had grabbed a smaller stool and dragged it towards himself to sit on it with his legs awkwardly splayed out, waiting for Geiszler to continue. "G-glimpse..." he finally got out, "B-but I saw...I saw..." he breathed deeply and took another sip of water. Pentecost edged closer to him, intent on finding out what he had seen.
"What did you see, Newton?"
Geiszler turned to look at him, his face paler than before.
"I...saw...
human Kaijus."
The silence that fell was instant and suffocating.
He was just waiting for them to laugh.
"Impossible." Hermann breathed, scepticism leeking from his tone. Pentecost stayed silent.
"It's not." The scientist said solomnly, nervous tremors settling. He downed the rest of the glass and placed it gently on the floor beside himself. "Well, th-they didn't look completely human, but from what I could tell they had extremely humanoid characteristics..."
"Newton. Look at me. I want you to take your time, and tell me everything."
He inhaled deeply again. Hermann shuffled closer.
"Right, well, erm..." he swallowed. "From what I saw, the Kaiju-that is to say the type we're familiar with-are clones like I said, and they are all acting on orders by these...controllers-"
"Poppycock, absolute-"
"Yeah well you know what?!" Geiszler yelled out, rising angrily, "WHY DON'T YOU TRY DRIFTING WITH A KAIJU AND TELLING ME WHAT YOU SEE?!"
Hermann looked taken aback at the sudden outburst, and was about to continue when Marshall very firmly told him to shut up before motioning for Geiszler to continue (who did so after shooting Hermann a glare)
"So yeah, anyway, the Kaiju...they're colonists. They just take over and consume worlds b-before moving onto the next. They started with the dinosaurs, as like, a trial run, but the Earth's atmosphere wasn't right for them, so they waited it out," he went on, speed increasing every moment, "Then with the increased levels of carbon monoxide in the water and reduced ozone levels it was just perfect for them! We practically terra-formed it for them!" he began panting between words, hands trembling again, "and now they're coming back! Categories 1-4, they were just hounds, sent to take out the vermin! and then Category 5...th-they...they'll finish us off!"
"So what about those humanoid ones?" Pentecost asked with a sense of foreboding after a short pause.
The man jolted a second time, this time actually leaving his chair and stumbling over to his desk to rifle through papers and folders. The Marshall and Gottlieb followed him, watching him with curiosity.
"I knew I'd seen them somewhere...aha!" After a moment he heaved a large, tattered and distinctly ancient looking book from the pile, sweeping everything else off the surface with it before slamming it down as hard as he could, making the other scientist in the room jump and clutch his chest. Rolling his eyes at the action, he pried open the book and began flipping through the pages before coming to a stop on one. Pentecost stepped closer to take a look. "Sir...have you ever heard of Titans?"