Initiating Combat Mode

Inside the Jaeger, two people in white suits can be seen celebrating. Their facial features suggest their intertwined bloodline. They stand on a controllable platform, elevated as the inner workings of the mech spin and crackle below them. Their smiles flatlined as the intercom spurs to life.

"Gipsy, an unknown object is heading your way!" A male, veteran voice boomed as advice was given on the situation.

One of the brothers reach for the dashboard just above them, pressing and holding a button,

"Sir, is it a Kaiju?" The brother asked.

"I don't know but- shit Gipsy, we're still getting a signature. THAT KAIJU'S STILL ALIVE!" The male voice shouts in distress, "Grab that boat and get out of there NOW!"

As the Jaeger's head scanned left of them, the same Kaiju they blasted into hell sprang from underneath the ocean floor. Its left arm raised above its head, ready to deliver a haymaking slash with its claws. Its eyes radiating 'I got you bitch' energy; mouth agape as if smirking. The Kaiju swipes at the Jaeger's face, rattling the men inside from that alienated bitch slap of the century. It attempted a bite as a follow up, but the pilots swiftly got a hold on the Kaiju's face with their right hand, struggling to hold it in place as if fighting a zombie and trying not to get bitten. The pilots exchange words, prompting the left pilot to cock their hand. As a response, the left hand of the Jaeger transfigures itself to a three prong plasma blaster. Regretfully, the Kaiju breaks free and spearheads the Jaegers left shoulder, severing connection from both metal and flesh. The left pilot instinctively grabs their left shoulder as he wails in excruciating agony, as if he lost an arm. The Kaiju, still embedded on the Jaegers shoulder, jerks its head right, completely ripping the Jaeger's plasma arm. As the boatmen watch in dread as the mechanical arm falls within the old one's lair, a shrieking sound is heard from the distance; distinct from all the ruckus the battle between titans has wrought. One by one like dominos, the boatmen turn towards the sound.

From the distance, a black, mechanical humanoid cuts through the air like a speeding bullet. Its red secondary color blares in the woeful cloudy sky, as if a warning of the destructive prelude the thing presents. In even further detail, a splash of yellow accents some of the machines frame. As if to break its ominous stature. Its boosters' scarlet flare completely undermines the accents' effects. Within seconds, that distinct figure turns close. The blade that is attached to its left forearm glows a sinister deep red. It raises its left arm to its chest. Then, it twisted itself, extending its left arm, releasing that condensed energy into a blade arc towards the busy Kaiju's back. It left… an annoying paper cut in the perspective of the Kaiju, leaving it aggravated as it growled deeply. It turned around not before slowly digging into the Jaeger's armor with its claws. The small mech quickly switches its left armament for its big energy cannon on its back, leaving its blade sheathed for now as it cools down. The mech continued its advance, both arms raised and aimed at the Kaiju. Its right armament glows scarlet like its melee counterpart; though most of it gathers at the tip of the lance like a coral rifle. On the left hand, A large, multifaceted weapon charges itself like its equivalent R-ARM equipment. Though the colors differ as this one is ever changing; from light blue to purple to mixing the two, both weapons gleam in waiting to lay some hate.

As the mech advances into the Kaiju's striking range, the monstrous colossus takes a stab at slapping the smallfry. But like a fly, the mech dips low touching the ocean water, dodging the Kaiju's offensive strike; much to its annoyance. The mech weaves around the Kaiju's body, gliding like an ice skater. Now behind it again, both weapons fully charged, the mech extends its right arm; aiming at the paper cut wound it dealt earlier. The mech lets it rip, unleashing a long scarlet beam at the targeted spot. Upon impact, the red beam explodes into a sizable sphere, close to the size of the mech itself. But as expected, due to the size of the target, it only damaged surface wise. The Kaiju itself scuffed in annoyance, guttural in its response. The mech didn't let up though as it simultaneously switched its R-ARM weapon for its R-BACK unit and aimed its left weapon for the head. Firing the weapon, a beam of blue light with purple electrical sparks orbiting the beam blast toward the head of the Kaiju. The laser misses by a hairbreadth as the Kaiju leans back to dodge. The mech switches back to its melee weapon, REDSHIFT, as it assault boosted towards the Kaiju; it responded in kind.

As the fight rages on, the two pilots didn't dilly dally either as the right pilot charges up a plasma shot on its remaining arm. The winging mech weaved around an attempted vore from the Kaiju, counter attacking with two smaller blade arcs around the eye; though missing the mark the mech pressed on getting closer and closer to the Kaiju, too close. The Kaiju executed an attack with its blade-like head, never learning as the mech quick boosted out of the way, still facing it. Or did it not as the Kaiju followed through and twisted its body, tail raised ready to whip the mech like it owns it. Caught unaware, the mech was stricken toward a downward spiral, dangerously close to the entrance of the ocean depths. Skillfully, the young pilot manages to stabilize himself narrowly. Though stabilized, the massive tail did numbers on the mech, evident by sparks spewing out of the machine. Using a repair charge, it left it on a reasonable power output, but another hit like that would end this adventure short. The Kaiju roars triumphantly as it charges for another attack, completely ignoring the bigger threat here. As the Kaiju goes for a low swipe, a blue explosion of plasma energy impacts with the Kaiju's leathery skin, ripping it apart at a burst of blue alien blood. The Kaiju staggers and wails as its right arm dislocates from its torso. With barbaric rage, the Kaiju glances at the Jaeger. Without a second thought, it dashed at a mind numbing display of carnal hatred, roaring at the Jaeger like a karen calling for a manager. The two brothers were ready as they managed the Jaeger into a low stance.

They then rushed with their damaged mech straight onto the Kaijus lower body, arms out slightly to the side, ready to rumble. As the Jaeger's metal clashes with the Kaiju's flesh, the Jaeger wraps its singular arm around the Kaiju's core, and lifts. Hydraulics crink beneath the weight as the Jaeger sweeps the Kaiju off their feet like love at first sight. But like most modern relationships, the Jaeger harshly reverses their upward motion; slamming the beast down to the seabed. Momentum in the Jaeger's favor, it walks over the Kaiju and slams its massive right foot on the Kaiju's remaining arm, locking it in place as the monster attempts to resist. With one potential threat temporarily out of the way, the Jaeger bends down lightly and quickly yoinks the Kaiju's sharp head with its right arm. With the grotesque head in grasp, the Jaeger's grip tightens, cracking the Kaiju's hardened bone until,

SNAP!

Its knife pops out of placement, creating fissures on the Kaiju's head as bits and pieces fall to its watery home. The Kaiju's howls are muffled under the water as it twists in agony. As the Kaiju continues to thrash beneath the water, the seabed breaks, causing the Jaeger to lose its balance. The little mech, now landed on an iceberg, had all its weapons besides its blade digitized out of thin air. It watched as the two goliaths did battle in this giant ass salty bathtub as it cooled off and repaired since it was out of combat. Its weapon glows in scarlet more than ever, as if it released its inner limits.

The Jaeger stumbles back, getting its footing straight; a sharp bone on hand. The Kaiju sluggishly stands on its two feet, slightly trembling. For a moment, they stand there, sizing each other up as the waves crash upon their legs. The Kaijus muscle tightens, attending to lunge at its opposition. But just as the smallest muscle tissue began to function, a bright scarlet aura zoomed towards the Kaijus head. Looking from the two pilots' head display, it came to be the little mech they saw struggling to fight the Kaiju, heading straight towards the Kaijus eye at a blinding speed never seen before. Upon closer inspection, the small mech seemed almost dilapidated, as if within all that speed and power, it was deteriorating at a brisk speed.

Just as the Kaiju looked for the source of the small bright light, the little mech pierces its eye with its small body. The young pilot's world gets rocked as he impacted with the Kaijus inner flesh. Upon inspection, the mech's system display presents itself as severely damaged. From resisting the overcharged melee weapon to overstepping the machines limit on speed, much less the impact of bashing through the Kaijus skull, the little mech has seen better days. The young pilot smiles in relief as blood flows down from his head, celebrating the fact that he's still alive after that reckless display of piloting. Still in the game, the pilot activates its mech's second repair charge, albeit showing little to no results. Sparks fly as he moves his mech, only to release his overcharged melee weapon. He releases and charges over and over again as he claws his way towards the Kaiju's brain. From the outside, the Kaiju shakes its head from irritation; it then lets go a painful guttural roar as that irritation turns to pain.

Taking this as an opportunity, the Jaeger charges at the disorientated Kaiju and jabs its own sharp bone on its neck, plunging it deep as the Jaeger continues to drag it along its neck; releasing blue blood in the process. Letting go of the makeshift shank, the Jaeger steps back and charges a plasma shot. From one to two, to two to three, the Jaeger unleashes a plasmatic barrage as the Kaiju goes limp and falls to its rest. It wasn't until the Jaegers right arm overheated that the back of the Kaijus head had a small opening, and within it came the small mech. Dents and scratches were an understatement as the mech was missing its right arm and left leg. Sparks flew and its boosters wavered as it ascended, until it halted at a complete stop. Like Lucifer, it fell from grace as it was too catastrophically damaged to go on. It landed on the cold North Pacific Ocean, sinking as the ocean hugged its new found relic.

Like stealing from a baby, a large, bruised metallic hand scoops the small mech up just before it sank to the button. Raising its hand above sea level, the Jaeger carries the damaged mech close to their chest.

"Hah, this is Gipsy Danger to Command. Hah… We're heading home and acquired our little friend," the right pilot announced to the intercom as he calmed his breathing.

Back at HQ, papers flew as the people screamed and hugged in celebration. Within them was a black man wearing a disciplined blue military uniform, pins attached to it showing his accomplishments. He wears a soft, relieved smile as he turns to his friend.

"Bring them home, Tendo," he said.

A white male looking to be in his thirties smiles and nods as he stares at the hologram with his brown eyes.

"Copy that Marshal," he responded with a smile and an enthusiastic nod. He then proceeds to roll towards a mic at a distance on his wheeled chair, "Command to Gipsy, we copy."

The brothers smile at each other as they tread the open waters, with a little friend in hand.

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Hello, Author here. I wanted have a realistic battle with a realistic result. I wanted to have this as close to reality before I go anime ape shit later on in the story. We're going to start slow and log in our way up. See you guys next chapter.