October 8th, 2036

Philippines, Southeast Asia

Manila

22:55:37 PM

Kinnara Hy Loo sat alone in her room, as her heart rate slowly dropped to normal. She had her little finger up to the nub of her nail in her favorite tea from Vietnam. Cambodia. She knew there were three other kinds that were recognized and were just as good if not sweet.

But it was always Cambodia that soothed her ailing nightmares. From the time she was a little girl, Kinnara had constant nightmares of being in a cold, dark place that smelt foul. She could remember seeing a woman she could swear to have never met, but still felt she knew. Could these nightmares be memories?

Kinnara sighed as she picked up her cup and walked out to her balcony. The Kaiju threat had died down in this secluded corner of the world, but she knew better than that, despite everything her fellow nations believed, as many nationalities sought out her island as refuge. It wasn't a battle any more, it had escalated to an all out war. That meant there would be no place to hide, no where to run to. It was now either die or fight.

She sipped the tea, and sighed as it washed over her throat. Easing her insides and relaxing her mind. She leaned against the sturdy metal railing out to sea, praying. Praying to whatever gods to spare them of anymore attacks. They had only been hit once, and that was all they could stand. The second time she had held her breath for a whole hour, until the Kaiju had been finished off.

She had always been thankful to the Jaeger program, and its Rangers for providing an actual means of defense, since then she felt indebted to them. She had been able to talk her government into giving them sizable funds, when others had begun placing their chips on the Anti-Kaiju Wall bid. She smiled at the memory of the Marshal's face as she personally presented him the check. Which was, simply put, enough to build at least six Jaegers if not more. Being the last hereditary Princess, soon to be Queen, of Manila did have its perks. Especially when her original government had been destroyed in their first brush with the Kaiju in 2014, making it easier for her to navigate through these channels and deliver the program much needed material.

For some reason though it was the Jaeger's that kept her attention more than the Rangers who piloted them. It was as though they knew her, and were trying desperately to make their voices known to her. She couldn't explain it or even put too much thought to the matter. If the Council found out her probing inquires, they would have her relinquish her title, she knew she could never do that. Not with what was to come.

She sighed as she finished her tea and turned to walk back into her quarters. An earthshaking roar sounded from far out at sea. She spun in a panic, dropping her china cup and shattering it into a beautiful set of puzzle pieces. The sea was smooth and calm. She exhaled slowly and bent down to collect her shattered cup when a guard entered. He bowed promptly as he entered, clicking his heels in respect.

"Your Majesty, I heard the crash, is something wrong?"

Kinnara breathed heavily as she kept her gaze fixed on the ocean horizon.

"Please inform the Minister of Defense that I want the Kaiju warning moved from Category III to IV if possible."

He bowed and clicked his heels again.

"Yes your Majesty. What if he asks why?"

She sighed as she stood up, and typed in a code on a nearby keypad to seal off the balcony under two tons of concrete. With that she discarded her ruined cup, and wiped what mess she could off her nightgown and robe.

"Just tell him that I want to be sure. I do not want any more life lost to those beasts."

He clicked his heels again as he bowed and left to contact the Minister. As he was departing she snapped her fingers and called for him to return.

"And please also notify the Pan-Pacific Defense Corps. Tell them it's just an uneasy feeling, but to be alert."

He bowed to her once more, as he left the Princess's bed chamber to see her messages delivered.

Kinnara sighed as she rubbed her upper arms. Despite how warm it was this time of year, that roar had taken all the heat from her body in a heartbeat. She felt her nightmare resurface in her waking mind and shuddered quietly, but now that she thought of it she noticed something; It was the same.

Every action, smell, sound. Repeating itself in an endless loop. Maybe, just maybe, these crazy nightmares that would scare a grown man were actually memories from her birth. She sighed and rubbed her arms with increased fervor.

That meant that somewhere in her most trusted circles of Advisors and Commanders there could be a person who knew the truth to these dreams of pain, and could translate them to her. Many of them were older than her by many years, yet inside they still functioned with a wiliness and strength that only the young could boast of, including remembering everything down to the last detail. She sighed as she fell back into a favored chair and groaned.

Regardless of her current situation, she had to center her focus on her people's situation. Where were they to go if another Kaiju came again? They did not have ready access to the Jaegers or the Shatterdome in Hong Kong. So what could she do to ensure the future of her people?

She stood and began to pace when she was deep in thought. The only logical place they could go was the Shatterdome. She knew her people, and their chosen lines of work. Mechanics, welders, engineers, metal workers. Since the Trespasser first made landfall, her people began to focus on more 'suitable' lines of work, which only amplified after they had been attacked themselves. Her home had become a modern form of the Greek city state Sparta. Birthplace to the most powerful of people, Spartans. Eventually the nickname just stuck, as did hers. She was now called Queen of Sparta rather than Princess of Manila. If they were to go to the Shatterdome they would be put to use helping in the repair and upkeep of countless machines and buildings.

She could also prove herself useful. She owned quite a bit of Oblivion Bay, and had some of the leading Mark I-III Jaeger builders and designers. They even could take the 'scrap metal' as other people saw it and transform it into a totally new machine.

She huffed as she slowly gathered herself up and felt sleep begin to tug her eyelids once again. She grumbled, but complied nonetheless as she went to her four poster bed.

She figured that at best she would achieve nine hours of sleep, before all 'political hell' broke loose. She settled down and easily drifted off.

There was a foul stench in the air. A hearty mix of blood, and burnished metals.

She groaned, her dream had begun again.

She slowly opened her eyes and cried out. She felt a tender hand cradle her and raise her up. What she saw was a beautiful woman with rich brown hair, and tan skin kissed gold by the sun, and in her other arm was a small baby. She smiled at Kinnara and she watched as blood began to pour freely down the woman's nose. She gently laid her head back, still cradling her and the infant, closed her eyes, and just like that, she was gone. She didn't know exactly how long she or the baby were left in the chilling embrace of the corpse until they were flashed on by a bright light from someone above them. From there everything was a blur. Lots of poking, prodding, and pricking. Then she was here, at her Great-Aunt's estate, learning the motions of a Princess and fulfilling those duties with her heart and mind. Slowly everything began to fade away until nothing was left in her dreaming world save for a large mirror.

She approached it and looked, but was confused by what she saw. She saw a girl, her age, height, and build. Only she was more rugged, her hair in various colors, and she always appeared with grease stains along her face. Was this some joke, or message?

She reached out to the mirror and expected to touch glass, but instead touched a warm, callous, and very much alive palm.

Kinnara bolted up again, she chanced a look at her clock. Eight hours and a quarter. She rose washed, dressed, put on her makeup, looked at her reflection with her magenta eyes and sighed.

She sat in her chair expectantly, and was unsurprised when an aid walked in and began fumbling over himself at his Queen's alertness. She knew her aid well. An old louse, who failed at his countless attempts to woo her.

She waved her hand impatiently and listened to his flow of words. She picked up the key points and made note to have one of her, more effective, Advisors relay any other information to her.

She sighed and dismissed him with a flick of her hand, and stood to await her escort. This was turning out to be another hum-drum day in the city of Sparta and its Queen.