When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely I'd look up at the stars. Wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world it was from deep beneath the Pacific Ocean. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions. The Breach. I was 15 when the first Kaiju made land in San Francisco. By the time tanks, jets and missiles took it down six days and 35 miles later, three cities were destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack... and moved on. And then, only six months later, the second attack hit Manila. And then the third one hit Cabo. And then the fourth. And then we learned this was not gonna stop. This was just the beginning. We needed a new weapon. The world came together, pooling its resources, and throwing aside old rivalries for the sake of the greater good. To fight monsters, we created monsters of our own. The Jaeger program was born. There were setbacks at first. The neural load to interface with a Jaeger proved too much for a single pilot.A two-pilot system was implemented. Left-hemisphere, right-hemisphere pilot control. We started winning. As of the New Year of 2026, we had finished the war. We had blown the Breach to kingdom come. But only ten years later, a man under kaiju control decided to bring it back. He corrupted our defenders. The drones made to replace piloted Jaegers were installed with kaiju brains, and turned against us. My wife was killed. Then, before i could fight back myself, three new kaiju emerged, heading for Fuji. We killed it. But the breaches had successfully been reopened, despite us destroying all but one of the drones. They had reopened the breach. They took australia (See the TV show on Netflix). We worked for years. We took it back. Now I've returned to the PPDC and became the one in charge of the whole of the Jaeger Program.
I was sitting at my desk when I got the E-mail.
"Raleigh Becket, you are invited for a conference with the Council of the United Nations. We expect your presence at approximately 11:00 ante meridian in Washington, District of Colombia."
I sighed. A series of knocks came through my door.
"Come in."
"Mr. Becket! Oblivion Turbulence Just went down in the Mediterranean Breach Zone. Pilots are unaccounted for, but so are the escape pods." Jake Pentecost said, stepping into my office.
"Son of a-!" I couldn't contain my rage. "Why-! How-!" I took a deep breath. "Dismissed, ranger."
Jake left my office. I sighed, pulling up 'Oblivion Turbulence' in the database. As CO, it's my job to do this. The compute prompted, "Password?" I smiled, typing in, "Rosebud". As the file pulled up, my smile faded, and I remembered why I was opening the database. I sighed, turning on edit mode. I went to the section currently labeled 'Active', and changed it to 'Destroyed, Pilot status unknown'.
So, this is just an idea I intend to build upon in the near future, so please leave reviews, or I honestly won't update it. That's why my other stories are unfinished.