When I was a little kid, I used to look up at the stars and wonder, if up in the heavens, there was life somewhere.

Turns out I had been 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 5 when the first Angel made landfall in san francisco.

By the time tanks, planes, missiles, and 2 tactical nukes had took it down 6 days and 45 miles later, 3 cities were destroyed.

Millions of lives were lost.

The event became known as the second impact, its death toll reminiscent of a small asteroid strike, and its ripple effects on our planet began to show themselves .

We mourned our dead, memorialized the attack, and moved on.

And then, only six months later, the second attack hit Manilla, and then the third one hit Cabo, and then the fourth.

Then we learned…...this was not going to stop. It was just the beginning.

We needed new weapons.

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 and Evangelion programs were born. My parents were involved in both extensively.

There were setbacks at first. The neural interface for a jaeger proved too much for a single pilot, so a two pilot system was implemented to spread the neural load, left hemisphere right hemisphere pilot control.

The Evas, humanoids grown from the cultivated cells of the first angel, had setbacks as well, and were pilotable only by those born after the attack, and a select few adult individuals that had been around angels extensively. The pilot initiated a neural connection with the eva itself, much like jaegers, a perfect melding of mind to machine. A single pilot was all an Eva needed, due to the size difference between jaegers and them, lessening the neural load.

We started winning.

Jaegers and evas stopping angels everywhere. But, the units were only as good as their pilots, So Jaeger Pilots turned into rockstars.

Eva pilots into superheroes.

Danger turned into propaganda

Angels, into toys.

We got really good at it.

Winning.

And then

then it all changed.