Pacific-Rim

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, this is Atlantic Fire, hopping on comms. Team Leaders, give me the confirmation,” I said loudly into the comms as I powered up my Titan with Alyssa in the other conn pod. The machine hummed to life, and I knew this was going to be the last ever deployment in my life. “Rock Gallic, connected,” I heard Dallas’ voice in my ears. “Hibiscus Dawn, connected,” Claudia replied with a little too much excitement. “Murder Witch, online,” Ari’s copilot said, with a grave tone to his voice. “Alright, Team 4, take it away,” I said, turning on the radar to reveal four Category V Kaiju swimming outside the sea entrance to the base. “There are four Cat V’s outside, proceed with caution. Empire Defender, take the lead.” “Very well,” a Russian man said into the comms as one of the larger Generation X Titans lurched forwards out of their bay and the other five Titans did the same, following their lead. Once the last one stepped into line, Murder Witch emerged from