CHAPTER 10 the final countdown

gipsy eureka, marijuana mars, freedom eagle, fuckslayer cheezenits, cherno alpha mcmachine guns. blackmetal typhoon, harry pooter, pizzasauce destroyer and gipsy dragon were airlifted (besides gipsy dragon, she just flew with them) to somewhere in the pacific ocean, where they were dropped and then they went underwater to the pacific breach.

"are u ready for this shit?" asked freedom eagle, pumped as fuck.

"ready as i'll ever be," replied gipsy eureka, as he stretched his arms out.

"hey, wheres blackmetal typhoon?" asked fuckslayer, breaking the silence that followed gipsy eureka's reply. suddenly everyone looked around, to see no trace of the cyclops jaeger.

"that fucker! he ditched us." cursed makloigh through the intercom (the other jaegers weren't being piloted, mind you. they're just sentient. why? yolo).

"well, now we have seven jaegers- and a dragon on our team. lets get going"

after a while of swearing as they accidentally stepped on volcanic chimneys, shouting as they bumped into eachother as gipsy dragon didn't have lights because eleven thousand metres underwater its darker than jamaican gangs in britian and cherc calling blackmetal typhoon a cock, they got to the wall of volcanic geysers protecting the clearing containing the pacific breach.

they hid behind the towering structures like characters in an anime hiding from something even though they were in plain sight. gipsy eureka peered over one of the volcano things and then he gasped!

"blackmetal typhoon is there! hes talking to striker eureka!" said gipsy eureka, and then makloigh said "theyre in cahoots with eachother!"

"that bastard!"

and then they jumped over the volcanic geysers so they could confront striker.

"Look at that, Blackmetal, the cast of Seinfeld is here," Striker Eureka snarked, looking over Blackmetal's shoulder, gesturing his head towards them, "The sound of your double-jointed knees probably gave away our location."

"Really, Strike?" asked Blackmetal, somewhat offended, "a clearing in the middle of the Pacific Ocean isn't really undisclosed."

"Well, now that Gipsy Eureka's gang is here, we should get started," said Striker, crossing his arms over his broad chest, his wings perking up in a display of arrogance. Blackmetal huffed, taking a step forward, as if readying to attack, before he was stopped by a disapproving noise from Striker Eureka.

"What?" asked Blackmetal, confused by Striker's decision. "Now you're being soft on this bunch. Why don't we just kill them and throw Gipsy Eureka in the portal?"

"We will in time. However, now he have to wait."

Blackmetal's engines rumbled, and he pivoted around the face Striker- taking a few steps back. "We had a deal."

"Me and the Kaiju attack when we want to. For now, we wait."

Gipsy Eureka and his gang whispered amongst each other, deciding not to interfere- as someone would get hurt, be it them, or either of the two.

Blackmetal's engine growled to the point it sounded like a snarl. Striker Eureka remained calm, but his arms unhooked from each other, and they rest at his side.

"Then you're just like the rest of them," Blackmetal shouted, squaring his shoulders. "TRAITOR!"

And with that, he lept at Striker, not a good idea anyone would admit, but he already had done it. Striker crouched, with Blackmetal jumping well and over Striker, tumbling to the ground. Striker unsheathed his Sting-Blades, and he easily brought them down upon his colleague, slicing his shoulder open. Gipsy Eureka and his friends could only watch, as Blackmetal Typhoon basically yowled. Fucking incredible. Gipsy Dragon shielded Gipsy Eureka's visor with her tail.

Blackmetal scrambled up, blood spewing out of his shoulder. Striker and he circled each other, like two angry lions fighting over territory. Blackmetal decided to pounce for Striker first, engines roaring. Striker wasn't prepared, and crouched hastily, and he lifted his arm in the air, almost instinctively. The odds were in Striker's favor (lel hunger games is for LOSERS), when he heard a yell of pain. Gipsy Eureka watched in awe, as Striker's Sting-Blades flew right through Blackmetal's plating and inner wiring; effectively slicing him in half.

Striker's visor powered down, as the poor Jaeger's blood splattered onto his faceplates. Striker could hear the sound of a jaeger falling to the floor, and skidding along it before finally slowing to a halt. Gingerly, Striker turned around, only to be greeted with Blackmetal Typhoon, on his side. He was covered in so much of his own blood (which was now dissolving into the water) that it was hard to recognize him. His wirings and much of his inner workings spilled out of the giant gash running from the base of his neck down to his hip.

"what was that for" said Fuckslayer.

"the author needed to kill someone to continue the plot duh" replied Cherc over the intercom.

Striker stared at the carcass for a while, before turning around, and standing up tall. The clearing was quiet for a while, and several Kaiju emerged from the rocks to see what the commotion was about. Striker and his gang of Kaiju watched the other Jaegers for a while, almost motionless. Suddenly, Striker stepped back a little, and gestured his arms towards Gipsy Eureka's gang, and a flurry of Kaiju charged at them. And it begins.

They were heavily outnumbered, and the Jaeger's voices were drowned out by the sounds of angry Kaiju and the hums of large bodies, be it Jaeger or Kaiju, whisking through the water. Most of the Jaegers focused trying to defend themselves from the Kaiju, rather than attacking them.

Gipsy Eureka was flocked by the Kaiju, and as he protected his face from being bitten by instead letting the Kaiju, which had the anatomy of a frog crossed with a biscuit animal, Makloigh yelled from inside Gipsy Eureka's conn-pod, telling his Jaeger to "tell the others to ward of the Kaiju, go for Striker,"

Gipsy Eureka turned to the closest Jaeger near him, which happened to be Freedom Eagle. He was about to yell at him, until he jumped back a little at the sight. Freedom Eagle was struggling to hold back Striker Eureka, the only thing stopping Striker from slicing his head clean off was Eagle's weaker arm holding Striker's sting-blades away from his neck.

"Eagle!" yelled Gipsy Eureka, and he rushed over to crash into Striker; Striker himself releasing Freedom Eagle. Striker said nothing, but he kicked Gipsy Eureka off him, where he landed in front of Black-Lights, where the Kaiju grabbed Gipsy Eureka's neck in between his jaws and kept him still.

Striker scurried up, regaining his footing after a bit of squirming. Freedom Eagle had fallen over onto his stomach because of the force of the impact, and he was just too lazy to get up. He flicked his tail, oblivious as Striker stalked up to him. Gipsy Eureka tried to warn Eagle about Striker, but as Black-Lights had an iron grip around his neck, he only got out a gurgle.

Striker slammed his foot onto Eagle's neck, effectively pinning him down. Eagle yelped, but that didn't deter Striker. Striker then grabbed the end of Eagle's tail, which looked suspiciously like a griffin tail, and pulled. Eagle trashed and made incomprehensive sounds, although he only succeeded in kicking Striker in the shin. Gipsy Eureka could only watch as his friend struggled.

Striker almost flinched as he heard something in Eagle crack, and the Jaeger fell limp. He started to shiver in almost disgust as Eagle's back slowly but surely ripped open, and Striker fell back a little, with Eagle's tail in hand- along with Eagle's backbone. After a moment of standing there with Eagle's tail and spine, the battle around him stopped for a moment, looking at him. Gipsy Eureka watched in fear, until Fuckslayer grabbed Black-Lights, and ripped him away from Gipsy; and in rage, grabbing both the Kaiju's upper and lower jaws, and tore him in half.

"thanks" said Gipsy Eureka, as he leapt from his position on the floor. Seeking revenge, he deployed his Chain-Sword, and ran into Striker Eureka. Striker grabbed the Chain-Sword before he could be stabbed by it.

"Looks like your gang aren't as strong after all," Striker joked condescendingly, Gipsy Eureka's arm finally recoiling against itself as Striker's grip on him was too strong, and he staggered back a little, before leaping back at Striker.

"that's because the plot needs us to be significantly weaker in the final battle!" snarled Gipsy Eureka as he slammed back into Striker. Striker easily pried his son from his body, and threw him to the ground.

"You're actually trying to fight a God," Striker growled, at Gipsy Eureka. Gipsy Eureka tried to get up, but was stopped when Striker crouched down, and grabbed him by the leg, dragging him to the breach.

"Wait!" shouted Gipsy Eureka from the ground, but Striker ignored him. The others were distracted from their fights, and instead stared at the two, deciding not to interfere, as this was something Gipsy Eureka would have to work out for himself. "You need Kaiju DNA to get through the portal, didn't you tell Chuck that before he died?" Meanwhile, Cherc and Makloigh panicked, trying their best to free Gipsy Eureka from Striker's hold.

"Ah yes, Gipsy Eureka," said Striker, as if he was just reminded of something, "but a Kaiju is a monster. And you know what you are?"

Gipsy Eureka made a sound, trying to reply with a witty remark, but he decided to shut up. Striker walked 'till he was right in front of the breach. He looked down at his son, who seemed reasonably calm for someone who was about to be thrown into another dimension. Striker grabbed the legs of his son, which he had flung over his shoulders, and hitched him off the ground.

Gipsy Eureka powered off his visor. This was it. He was going to be gone. Will he be torn apart from the Kaiju of the other world? Or perhaps, does it contain Paradise? Perhaps thats what it was. It was either the staircase to Heaven or a highway to Hell. Perhaps that's why the metaphorical God of Jaeger-kind was throwing him in here. It was Judgement day.

But it wasn't his.

As he was thrown into the breach, he deployed his Sting-Blades, and slammed them into the rock-parts of the breach. He slid down before slowing to a halt, the Chain-Sword and Sting-Blades screeching against the rock lining the inside of the portal. Slowly, gingerly, carefully, he climbed back up them, using his blades as if they were hiking pickaxes. Eventually he got back up to the entrance of the portal. Striker Eureka himself wasn't facing him, he was looking at his colleagues, his hands out in a display of triumphance. Striker seemed to sense his presence, and he turned around swiftly.

Striker almost stalled at the sight, but gathered his wits and sauntered over to the edge where Gipsy Eureka was hanging.

"What a disgusting sense of self-preservation," growled Striker, placing his foot on his son's fingers, seeking to crush them. Gipsy Eureka groaned in pain, but kept resilient.

"I need a real monster to pass through the breach, father," Gipsy Eureka snarled, the word father almost felt like a bad word to him.

"What are you talking about! You are a monster!"

"No, Striker. You are the demons."

And then Gipsy Eureka grabbed his father's legs with the hand his father wasn't crushing, and he kicked himself off the ledge lining the portal, taking Striker Eureka with him. He wrapped his arm around his father's neck, as they fell head-first into oblivion.

Gipsy Eureka looked up at the slowly disappearing entrance of the portal, hearing the fate shouting of his mother, probably roaring both their names. He closed his eyes behind his dimming visor; as he and his father fell through the portal. He wondered what lie at the other side.

A better place than this one, that's for sure.