Adrian-

Holy fuck we were screwed. Two Kaijus! Of that size?! My heart sank lower than our depth, but I raised my hands in defiance, taking the full brunt of the Jaegar. Surprisingly, the Neural Load was too intense, and I felt only medium discomfort. Syndicate began charging their Plasma Cannons when Godzilla snorted at us. As in legitimately snorted. A black cloud erupted from its nostrils, and it turned towards the mega Kaiju we first saw. The red-eyed fiend gave us one last glare, and then it swam towards its other contender. Godzilla braced itself, bending his knees and angling his head to absorb the impact. Syndicate and I took it as our cue to get the hell out of dodge.

"Let's get out of here." I bark, and we start moving away when the entire ocean floor shakes. I turn around by instinct, and the two monsters clash without pause. Godzilla drops low as the Unknown Kaiju bites down, getting a mouth full of back-scale. Pissed off, it rears its head, and Godzilla turns, slamming a previously hidden tail through three smoke stackers, and into his adversary's side. The Kaiju grunts and shuffles a little to the right before kicking, catching Godzilla in the chin. That's all I see before I head towards the surface again. The sends a blinding glare into our screens, and I furiously squint before our shaders activate. Despite having all the air being pumped into the system, I could barely catch my breath. Samantha's vitals were still out of action, her brace the only thing keeping her standing, although she had a death grip on her movement gyros and her face was albino white. I let her be, her emotions were already blasting at me like C4. I focused on piloting, moving my arms back and forth to swim as my surface buoys kept us up. I contemplated telling the Chinese Jaeger base what transpired when I thought back to Syndicate's warning. If they knew...something in my gut told me not to trust those who just sent us out there. I'd talk to them when I was in front of their base. If I didn't like the answer, at least they wouldn't be able to get ready for me, I'd already be smashing down the goddamn place…

Collosus and Syndicate made landfall a couple hours later, pouring metric tons of water off our salt-battered hides. I felt dizzy, and warm blood began to drip down my nose. The Neural bridge! "Just a little longer damn it." I tightened my grip on reality again, and licked my bloody lips. It was salty, I was dehydrated. Soon… We stomped over the land, the silence becoming a blanket. It was nice, but uncomfortable at the same time. I spoke to Syndicate. "How are you holding guys?"

There was no reply. I waited a couple minutes, thinking they may be busy. I asked again after 10, but no one replied. I rapped Primetime's head. "Hello? Earth to Brits?" I left them alone, and continued walking. I couldn't do anything if they'd run into trouble. I just had to hope they were fine. Suddenly, Syndicate raised their hands in defense. I gazed at my scans, about two vehicles 30 meters out. I couldn't see anything with all this rocky terrain however.

Finally, they vaulted over a hill, and on their backs were the biggest solar panels I'd ever seen. The Chinese Flag colors emblazoned proudly on the doors. Syndicate began to open fire with their plasma cannons, unleashing a hailstorm of bright blue flashes. The drivers were the most skilled I'd ever seen, navigating past every shot. Suddenly there was a charge-up noise, and I felt as if my brain was being scrambled. Blood blasted out of every orifice, and I dropped to my knees just as all the systems of Omega failed. Numbers, 1 through a billion fluttered across my eyes, and I was vaguely aware of spasming and foam at my mouth. I almost choked, and shuddered as the head compartment Samantha and I were in smashed in the ground. Only cables held me in place, but I still whipped through the air before hanging from the ceiling. Samantha was balled in a corner, having been spared the agonizing mental attack, whatever it was. There was a shout, and I saw Syndicate still standing, trying their best to stomp on their vehicles...How? They must have switched pilots! The British Jaeger finally timed it right, and their foot slammed right down on one of the bug-like vehicles, creating a small boom as they turned towards their next target. The ground suddenly shook, and a massive shadow rose past my view. Dirt and rock splashed in front of me as metallic feet landed down in front of me, blocking Syndicate from view. What the fuck? Why was the LaoHu ShengQi being deployed against Syndicate? What happening?! I helplessly watched as Syndicate knocked the Chinese combat machine all over the area, only to be jumped by another two. It was hopeless, and I closed my eyes as scraps of metal rained, and screeching agony was utter from the armor plate being blown off by onboard rockets, fists, and searching, hostile hands. The titanic shaking was over soon enough, and I felt hands dragging me away. Samantha leaped into action, but they apprehended her. I was still paralyzed, drifting in and out. I heard rapid Chinese. A swear when Samantha struggled. A gun being drawn…"Whrrrr nurrrrrr!" I grunted. My mouth wouldn't work. I meant to say "Wait, no!" But the gunshot afterwards, and the thud next to me was enough to bring tears to my eyes. I felt something warm splosh my back, but I was carried out before I could enough discern it. Carried out, right past my friend's body.

I lost it, I struggled and jerked, scoring a headbutt at one of my holders. I fell, and my muscles still refused to let me move. I could only flop across the grass, and made it a good two feet before the apprehenders found me, and beat me. Hit, pound, hit, kick. I spit up blood, feeling it coat my teeth like the worst plaque. Tears stung my eyes from the light, and what was happening. I was a Jaeger pilot. We were respected, we gave our lives to maintain this hellhole called life. We gave people another die to say their eventual goodbyes. This is how we were repaid?! Pawns in this fucking cryptic game by people who have only seen Kaijus from behind armored compounds and computer monitors? I screamed and sunk my fist into a fleshy face before the men decided I was too much a hassle to subdue. I got a gun-butt to lower neck, and blissfully passed out.

"Wake up!" A British accent yelled at me. I lifted my twelve-ton eyes and exhaustedly gazed at Primetime Syndicate's leader, Alfred Breaklow, gazing right at me. He and two of his crew remained. I wonder where the rest of the are? Eww, my back, my teeth, my hair. I felt the wet stuff in it, and came away with blood...Blood? Alfred looked back at me pitifully as I put two and two back together, as my face began to fall apart.

"I'm sorry this happened mate." I began hyperventilating, ready to thrash again if I wasn't subdued. The driver barked something at us that sounded like, "Ru guo you zai shou yi ci, wo hui da ni men! (If you talk again, I will hit you all!)" I looked away, and retreated into my personal world when I noticed someone counting. "Wh-" I began to utter when the entire truck shook. Puke singed my throat as my stomach flipped, and I closed my eyes, trying to retain what consciousness I just regained. I could barely however. Voices outside. Alfred smiled, and squinted in preparation of something. I did the same, and was much happier when the back of the truck burst open. Soldiers pointed actual weapons at us, ready to shoot. I was happy they didn't. My shackles were destroyed by some sort of precision laser cutter, and a hardened soldier looked at us through red sunglasses as we walked towards him. He addressed Alfred.

"How many times will I have to rescue you, Alfred?" His gruff voice said. He sounded tired, but not physically. More because of the situation. He looked me over, and put his hands on his hips before wincing slightly. A beautiful woman immediately moved in, ready to assist. He must have been able to tell, because he raised his hand to stop her. She stood back and went to do other work.

In fact, she barked, "Let's clean up! Chinese choppers will be here in 5 minutes. We need to have been gone and ghosted by then." People sped up their already vivacious movements. I watched the entire thing in shock before watch Alfred and whoever this soldier was shake strong hands. Alfred mentioned me.

"This is Adrian Sanoski. He's one of the top pilots in the world. You'll need him."

The man looked me up and down, working his jaw. "You can talk right? Those Jaeger Jammers didn't give me a twit right?"

I grit my teeth. "Why don't you say that again and find out asshole." My fists balled into fists.

The man chuckled to himself. "I like him brother. He'll be fine enough."

"For what?"

"The war?!" the man yelled happily. "The Chinese are about to get their asses kicked!"

"By America and Britain?" I asked. The man frowned. "No, but these super-Kaiju."

"You mean Godzilla?"

"No...He's friendly, in a sense. As long as we stay out his way, he won't actively seek us."

"How do you know?"

The soldier smiled, and stood to me face to face before removing his glasses, and revealing cold, blue eyes.

"ColdSaw is never wrong…."