We would later find out that Gipsy had already taken on Otachi in the city. Reporters who covered the event spoke of a massive brawl that decimated most of downtown Hong Kong before Otachi showed yet another ability we hadn't seen in a Kaiju, taking to the skies, hoisting the Jaeger with it, far into the stratosphere before succumbing to Gipsy's newly enhanced sword. By some miracle, Gipsy Danger plummets to earth like some fiery comet only to land unscathed in the middle of Hong Kong, sending shock waves throughout the city from the impact.
Wasting no time, it moved swiftly to Victoria Bay, saving the lives of the Hansens before Leatherback could strike. We roared in support from the chopper a safe distance away. Watching Gipsy beat the crap put of Leatherback. This was prime time viewing for us; we had the best seats in the house and rooting for one of us never felt so good.
Even the usually smug Chuck Hansen, notoriously known for being a pompous prick amongst the rangers circle, was quite animated. Pumping his fists like he was at some rave concert, trying to match his father's intensity as to who could outshout the other. We had lost so much as a collective race that night but getting Gipsy Danger back and in the manner it arrived felt good. Who could blame the Hansens for their histrionics?
We watched as both machine and creature engaged themselves in a dance to the death. Two titans, equally worthy of creating inestimable damage. One titan, for reasons we are still unsure about, saw mankind as a threat, the other created by mankind to protect us.
Every single human being on the planet knew that it was all over for us if Leatherback won. Striker Eureka would be dispatched quiet easily and whatever weapons the PPCD and United Nations had on hand would most likely deter the monster, a nuclear bomb or two would be detonated but that option had proven quite costly time and time again. Undoubtedly more Kaijus would show up, eventually overwhelming us.
As Gipsy put the finishing touches on Leatherback, I looked around as my crew mates celebrated like we had won the Super Bowl. I picked up my camera and snapped a few pictures of them, before training my focus on the Gipsy in the distance who stood triumphantly like a gladiator over a recent conquest.
I knew I should be more excited, but what I was feeling, was quite sobering. There were only two Jaegers left in the world. Barring a miracle, we would avoid any more Jaeger attacks. Chances of that happening were about as good as me winning the lottery.
Now that we had seen two Kaijus appear at the same time, more would probably come. With the abilities they displayed tonight and if not for the timely intervention of Gipsy Danger, the alien force would have won.
The pilot turned around to signal it was time to head back. My fellow journalists had all sobered up by now, it seems the same thoughts that I was dealing with had finally hit them. It had finally dawned on them that whilst we won tonight's battle, chances of us winning the war was very slim. We survived as a race tonight, but those minutes we milked on the clock could only prevent the inevitable for a short while. Eventually we would have to deal with the consequences of our action.
It was a quiet ride back to the base, mostly because of the damning thoughts seeping through our minds. Little did we know Stacker had one last ace up his sleeve, one that could either doom the human race, or save it.