With only two working Jaegers left and the frequency of Kaiju attacks rising, humanity received 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-Here's chapter 3! Like I said before I'll be changing some of the events in Pacific Rim so it will fit with the fic, but in any case, enjoy!
I DO NOT OWN ATTACK ON TITAN/SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN OR PACIFIC RIM.

"Sir...have you ever heard of Titans?"
Pentecost seemed to be in deep thought. The look on Hermann's face turned from one of disdain to one that showed that he had already cottoned on. He looked horrified, but he kept his mouth shut.
"You don't mean..."
He nodded grimly.
"This is the oldest book I own on the subject, and by far the most informative from what's left of it. This book tells of the man-eating giants that threatened humanity and drove us to live behind these giant wall while the three branches of the military protected us, and so does many others, but they all end similarly-'and they killed all the Titans and lived happily ever after. The end.' But not this one." He turned the book around so that Pentecost could see for himself. Though the page was damaged, he could see a faded sketch of what appeared to be a group of giant naked people running away from a hole in some sort of wall while some tiny people donning faded orange jackets that reached their mid-riff followed them on horses. "This one says that all the Titans just up and left the Walls to drown themselves in the ocean." he watched the cogs turn in his head.
"But if this is true..."
"Holy mother of god..."
Hermann scrabbled over to his half of the lab and began stabbing and scratching at his large dusty chalkboard with a worn down piece of chalk, sweat dripping from his brow as he recalculated his equations. Geiszler would have laughed until his sides ached if this were any other time, any other place. Pentecost kept his unusually calm demeanour.
"Wait. There's more."
Hermann halted his scribbling and turned to him with wide eyes. "This book...it also tells about a kid who could possibly be humanity's first ever Jaeger pilot, but the pages are damaged..." He narrowed his eyes the slightest.
"No. Absolutely no way. I can believe this thing about the Titans, but humans couldn't even utilise electricity back then and besides, this kid is from a story book! How can you trust that thing?!"
"The authour, Hermann. Have you ever heard of primary sources?" as he said this he held up the book to inspect its cover. The binding was an olive green in colour with a crest of two wings crossing over eachother engraved on the front, the one at the back being filled in while the one closer to the front was not. "This book was supposedly written by someone who used to be part of one of the branches of the military or something like that at the time. It's less of a fairy tale than a report of the events that happened between the years 845 and 850 specifically! The latter of which being the year when the Titans had -"
He was interrupted by a quiet coughing sound and turned to meet the Marshall's piercing gaze.
"Tell me what you know about this first 'Jaeger', Newton."
The man in question pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to hold back his oncoming migraine. It would have helped if Gottlieb put a painkiller in that water.
"W-well, like I said, the book's damaged, and the Kaiju specimen I Drifted with didn't seem to hold any information about that specifically either, but I can infer that this person was able to control a large humanoid...thing that was able to kill these Titans with its bare hands! A-and seeing as how the Jaegers are relatively h-humanoid... and use...martial arts...um..." he trailed off, visibly wilting at how preposterous his reasoning sounded. He got caught in his thoughts when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up meekly and saw Pentecost with a deadly serious look on his face.
"Newton, I need you to do it again."
"I-I can't do it again," he let out a nervous laugh, "unless you have a fresh Kaiju brain laying around!" Pentecost said nothing, only giving Geiszler a small smirk. "Wait...do you?"

The next day
There was even more tension in the Shatterdome, as the Kaiju attacks that Gottlieb had predicted over a week prior still had not happened, but they took this to their advantage and managed to patch up Gipsy Danger and Striker Eureka with their extra time, but they knew that they couldn't let their guards down. Gottlieb was re-working all his predictions to accomodate the possibility of these Titan-Kaiju hybrids ever appearing (though he disregarded the idea of a Jaeger pilot existing before the 21st century) while Geiszler had been sent to the 'Bone Slums', Hong-Kong, to search for a man named Hannibal Chau, known for black market trading and dealing involving Kaiju body parts.
Sure enough, he found him. After trailing around half the city shining an ultra-violet light on anything he saw.
And poor little Newton almost had a heart attack when he saw the man's...collection.
"Oh my god! This place is heaven! Is this a cuticle in mint condition?! Is that a Kaiju skin parasite?! I've never seen one alive before, they usually die after the host dies!"
"Not if you soak them in ammonium."
Newton twirled around, wet hair slapping at his damp face. His glasses were fogged up and he could barely see. The only defining feature about the man he could see was a pair of rounded, black shades and gelled-up, spiky platinum blonde hair.
"What do you want?" he said, slowly walking towards him. His gold-plated shoes clicked and jingled against the polished marble floor.
"I'm looking for Hannibal Chau." he came straight out with it. He knew he couldn't stay here long. He needed more information, and fast (he also didn't want to get to a point where he could hold his exhilaration about the objects in the room no longer). He held up the orange sheet of paper the Marshall had given him and shone his special UV torch on it, revealing a crest that resembled Yamarashi's face. "I was told he was here?"
"Who wants to know?" the mysterious man replied, crossing his arms over his chest and stopping about a foot away from him. Geiszler pulled his glasses off and wiped them on his drenched shirt and putting them back on before speaking.
"I can't say, sorry."
The man unfolded his arms and looked Geiszler up and down. The smaller of the two males frozein place, unsure of the other's next actions.
He whipped out a golden bailong, swishing it about artfully before shoving the blade up Geiszler's nostril, causing him to cry out in pain and surprise.
"Agh! Stacker Pentecost sent me!" the blade was removed and returned to Hannibal's pocket just as gracefully as it had been drawn. Geiszler gripped his nose, eyes squeezed shut trying to prevent the small pricks of tears that hung at the corner of his eyes. "Ah, th-that's real great!" he rubbed his nose, checking for any blood, "So I guess you're Hannibal Chau, huh?"
"I like the name." he said. "Took it from my favourite historical character and my second favourite restaurant in Brooklyn. Now," he turned and began inspecting the work his men were doing to the cracked, grey cuticle Newton had been admiring before. "Tell me what you want before I gut you like a pig and feed you to a skin louse." he said, not bothering to look at him.
Geiszler swallowed hard. "Actually, wait." Hannibal beckoned him over and began to walk out of the room. Geiszler followed him and was led to a balcony that offered a view of the street below, and of a Kaiju skeleton that had been turned into an object of exterior decorating for a building across the road from the one they were in. "You know, people think the Kaiju were sent by God. The stupid bastards."
"What do you believe?" Geiszler asked innocently, staring in wonder at the skeletal structure.
"I believe," Hannibal turned to him and leaned toward him, speaking in a low voice. "That Kaiju bone powder is 500 bucks a pound, now whaddaya want?"
"I..." he adjusted his glasses before turning to Hannibal. "I need to access a Kaiju brain. Completely intact."
Before he had even finished the man was shaking his head.
"No, no, no. The skull is so dense that-"
"That by the time you've cut into it the brain rotted away. But I'm talking about the secondary brain." Hannibal gave him a look that was hard to interpret thanks to his shades, and he turned slighlty and leant back on the iron railings, sighing in what seemed to be frustration.
"Now what the hell do you want a secondary brain for?!" he shouted suddenly, "Out of every cell in a Kaiju, even the crap! The brain," he raised his hand as if he was shrugging and shook his head again, "Too much ammonia." he paused and observed Geiszler again. "So what's the deal here, little fella?"
"It's classified. But it's pretty cool, so I'm gonna tell you anyway." a ghost of a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. "I figured out how to Drift with a Kaiju."
His head snapped in his direction faster than a speeding bullet. The corner of his lip twitched and when he spoke his tone was dangerous-laced with hint of venom and some form of doubtful humor like he had never heard before.
"Are you funnin' me, son?"
Geiszler had pulled off his glasses again, waving them about as he replied and explained, not noticing how Hannibal had leaned down to be at his level and was now staring directly into his mis-coloured eye.
"The way their minds work is fascinating! See, every single Kaiju's mind is connected, like a hive-mind! And I-"
His voice was lost when the black-market trader grabbed his cheek and pulled his left eyelid down slightly. Geiszler watched his reflection in Hannibal's glasses, resisting the urge to cringe at the sight of his own exposed eyeball.
"Holy jeez...you've got it down haven'cha?"
"Yeah, I-I did it a little bit." he replied with the tone of a child who had just stolen a biscuit from the cupboard and had been discovered by their mother.
He let him go after a moment, almost with a harsh push and snarled,
"You goddamn moron." Before storming back into his shop. The scientist stood dazed and confused, staring into space. He heard someone shouting from the street below and saw someone attempting to fit a large box, about 2 and a half metres in width and length into the entrance of the shop. He re-affixed his glasses and almost pranced back into the main room, where a Chinese man was hurriedly conversing with Hannibal before he waved his hand, said something in reply to him and pointed towards the door. The stranger nodded and ran back outside, shouting presumably at the men trying to shove the box in. Geiszler noticed a sort of pedestal standing beside one of the tables with a glass case on top. Inside the case lay a scrap of crumpled and aged paper with tears at the edges. He drifted over with curiosity, seeing that was was left of the pages were written in German. Though he knew quite alot, some of the words didn't feel like they fitted in with the rest of the text.
"10 centimetres across, one metre high. Their only weakspot. Ehren Jäger towered over the 3 meter-class, and a simple kick to the head vanquished it, tearing the nape of the neck. Steam began stretching into the sky as the blood..."
The page was torn there. There was no more text, but Geiszler was left pondering about the second sentence.
'Ehren Jäger...? As in Titular Hunter...?
Wait...isn't this...?!'

He studied the sheet again and remembered his old book that lay on his desk back at the Shatterdome. The font was exactly the same,and the writing style seemed to be almost identical.
'Is that...the name of the Jaeger...?'
Everyone in the room including Geiszler froze when they heard the long, loud drone of the Kaiju alert bell.
Screaming could be heard outside and after they overcame their shock, the people inside began to move swiftly. Geiszler hopped to Hannibal's side, pushing the information he had just found into the back of his mind for later use and feeling jittery.
"S-so, uh, what're we gonna do?"
Hannibal looked down at him, gaze flickering to his red eye again.
"'We?'"
Oh no.
Geiszler did not like the sound of that.
"I am going to my own private bunker. You are going to a public bunker."
His heart was dropping, and he could feal the icy sting of fear creeping up on him.
"B-but...but-"
"You said they had a hive mind, right?! And a Drift Link is a two-way system!"
Oh.
Oh.
It was all coming together in his head. His mouth fell open and he stood stock still, barely registering anything that was going on around him.
"Now the Kaiju are after you!" he was broken out of his stupor when he felt the barrels of about 10 guns being pointed at his head.
"B-But the brain..."
"You can forget about it until the Kaiju are gone. Now get outta here." and with that, Geiszler was shoved out of the door and dragged out of the building all together, just in time to see it.
It was huge, easily towering over the surrounding skyscrapers and looked to be about twice the size of the skeleton that now lay in pieces amongst burning rubble across the street. It let out an unearthly roar that shook the ground, scanning the area before its glowing turquoise eyes fell directly on Geiszler.
A Kaiju.
'I have to get out of here. Now.'

He turned to run and join the stampede of people running in the opposite direction when his eyes caught something.
The wooden box that had previously been forced into an opening that was less than a third of its size lay splintered and scattered, but it wasn't the box or the bloodied corpses that interested Geiszler. It was what was inside it.
A large-ish crystal-like object sat almost unkowingly amongst the broken wood and bodies. He felt entranced by it, despite knowing the immediate danger he was in. He just wanted to reach out and touch it, but another deafening roar brought him back to reality. The Kaiju was charging closer and closer, throwing up chunks of pavement and glass in its wake. Geiszler span around and allowed himself to be dragged by the crowd into a bunker which was, luckily for him, just around the corner. When he and a small group of people that followed behind him were safely inside, a policeman slammed the door shut and locked it tight. Everyone was silent. They could feel the Kaiju's footsteps above them, and all around them. Many had curled up on the ground with their arms over their heads, waiting for the end. They could feel the deep thudding of the Kaiju getting louder before stoppinng directly above them.
It's a two-way system...
"It...wants...me..."

He said it as a low whisper, panick and hysteria at the realisation setting in his system. "It wants me! It wants me, it wants me!"
"What did that guy say?"
"It wants him?!"
"It wants the guy with the glasses!"
People around hm began translatng and quickly began pushing and shoving him away from them and into other people, who shoved him back with twice as much force.
"Woah, hey! Watch it!" he tripped on his own feet and fell, his glasses slipping off in the process. "Aw man, not cool...!" he murmured, blindly rubbing and slapping at the floor to try and find his glasses. When he felt his palm touch plastic, he curled his fingers around them and was about to put them back on his face when a terrifyingly loud thud echoed above him, followed by the ceiling caving in directly infront of him. He was up and standing in a heartbeat, hands shaking so violently he almost poked himself in the eye when he placed the glasses back onto the bridge of his nose. He looked up and there it was again.
'So this is why he told me I didn't...'
He thought to himself, remembering his first meeting with Rayleigh. The hole in the ceiling was just big enough for the Kaiju to peek in. The eyes flitted from each screaming person's face, irises narrowing when it saw him again. It lifted its head and opened its maw, extending its thin blue tounge through the opening, searching for Geiszler who stood frozen to the spot.
It looked like someone had sped up a video of a luminous blue lily blooming in 3D. He would have marveled at how beautiful it was if it weren't going to kill him upon contact.
It was mere milimetres from brushing against his cheek when a low metallic drone caught its attention. They could feel the ground shaking beneath them again, many people screaming still. But others began cheering or crying in joy. Geiszler let a terrified grin stretch across his face as he dropped to the floor and watched as a gigantic metal fist collided with the Kaiju's face, sending it flying.
"Hey, look!"
"Is that Romeo Blue?!"
"No you idiot, Romeo Blue got destroyed years ago! That's-!"
"Gipsy Danger!"
And sure enough, the yellow-tinted visor and burning core came into view and began its battle with the Kaiju. Everyone in the bunker huddled in the far corner and begrudgingly allowed Geiszler to join them. He uttered a small thank you and wedged himself between about 5 other people. He turned his gaze towards the broken ceiling and saw something pale blue and glittering peeking out from the rubble. It was that crystal again. He squinted at it, trying to make out any shapes or colours in its form. He blinked a few times, just making out an orangey blur underneath the cobalt sheen. A large tremor shook some dust from what remained of the ceiling as Gipsy Danger caught the Kaiju in a lock and threw it against a skyscraper. Glass showered the streets as the Kaiju let out a howl.
"Alright Mako, let's finish this!"
"Yes!"
Mako threw out her left arm, Rayleigh's following it in complete sync along with the Jaeger's own arm. Mako's hand became surrounded by blue and yellow holographic lights that displayed information.
"Equipping Sword."
An image of a sword appeared on the screen before them, Mako and Rayleigh clentching their fists as if holding one of their own. The Jaeger's arm reached out with theirs, a sharp point followed by the rest of the blade emerging from its wrist.
"Let's go!"
They charged toward the beast, raising their arm to deliver a final blow when it reared its head and let out a high-pitched screech that sent out pale blue rings of light, causing everyone in a 10-mile radius to cover their ears in pain, including the two Jaeger pilots, giving the impression that the Jaeger itself was in pain too.
"Aagh! What's it doing?!"
"I-I don't know!"
The Kaiju continued screaming without pause, making Geiszler question the capacity of its lungs. After what felt like an eternity, it stopped, the last of the rings dissipaing into the moonlight. It lowered its head again, lips curling as if it were sneering at Mako and Rayleigh, who had soon recovered.
"Let's shut this bastard up once and for all...!"
They stepped forward, head bowed, arm extended once more. Creating huge craters in the ground they surged forward, ramming the blade in the exhausted Kaiju's chest. It let out a strangled snarl, navy blood beginning to spurt from its wound. It weakly attempted to push the Jaeger away when it twisted its arm, creating an air pocket in the thing's heart. It let out a final dying howl before Rayleigh and Mako roared in triumph, bringing back their arms swiftly in unison. They grinned as they watched the Category 4 Kaiju crumbled to the ground with a distinct booming sound. The sword folded itself back into Gipsy Danger's arm, the pilots inside bringing up their hands, left one clentched as it was caught in the right. The Rayleigh Brother's signature pose.
Suddenly their scanner began flashing red, and Tendo's panicking voice blasted into their ears.
"G-Gipsy Danger! We're getting readings of 10 Kaiju emerging from the breach and heading for your direction!"
Mako and Rayleigh stared at eachother, wide-eyed with mouths hanging slack. Rayleigh reached up to the control panel and held the intercom, forcing his hands not to tremble.
"Are you absolutely sure about that?!"
"Yes! But something's...not right!" they could hear him tapping on his keyboard, "They've never been picked up on our scanners before..."more ferverent tapping could be heard, "I-it's as if they're too small for our sensors to detect them!"
Rayleigh choked, not taking his eyes off the scanner.
A Kaiju that was too small for them to detect?
These...abnormal Kaiju were about two miles off the coast, and if they were going to do anything, it had to be done soon. They could hear shuffling and the two pilots felt their nerves instantly calm (if only in the slightest) at the sound of the Marshall's smooth and authoritative voice.
"Now Gipsy Danger, I want you to listen very carefully. We've bee-"
A crackling noise interrupted him and distorted the sound flow for a moment, which went away, only to be replaced with a third voice that was hard to pick out thanks to all the cheering of oblivious people surrounding the owner of said voice.
"It's them! It's them, they're coming, I told you they were coming!"
"Doctor Geiszler?! How the hell did you get on here?!" Rayleigh couldn't help but shout out, becoming very confused. Who was coming? Who's 'they'?
"I hacked in to the system on my phone," he answered before returning to the subject, dread rising in his voice, "They're coming, Marshall, and they're gonna get us, and eat us, and-"
"I don't mean to interrupt but who's coming?"
He mentally cursed as the Kaiju signatures indicated that they had reached the shore and were headed right for them.
Geiszler swallowed hard. People around him were steadily falling silent, a sinister atmosphere surrounding them. The ground was rumbling again, but this time, they were much lighter than a Kaiju's, but they were much heavier than a human's. Mako let out a gasp, being the first to spot them.
"...R-Rayleigh...look..."
Each had either listless or sadistic grins on their faces that lacked life, their bodies covered in dark scales. They ranged from 3-15 metres tall and were all running for them.
"The Titans are coming."