Everything was perfect, we lived in peace and harmony, we had a great future ahead... I always thought I would be a simple mech with a common life... Turns out I was wrong. My Spark was destined to be something else, for Cybertron's sake. When the first Terrorcon made land in Polyhex, we found ourselves obliged to respond to the attack. Nothing could bring the beast down, so if we were to survive, we needed to fight back, and that's how we created our own monsters... To fight monsters.

Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers nor Pacific Rim, which are property of their rightful owners. I just own my story, my invention (alternal floor soles, cybertronian months, sweeternfly (butterfly)...) and my OC's, the Steam brothers: Skywarp (same name but not G1) and Soundstricker (also known as Silence).

Rust Rim by Skyhope.021

30~07~2019

Enjoy!

Prologue

First attack, Cybertron, 21th Crystaline 3215

Terrorcon, strange creature (Axiam)

Jaeger, hunter (Kaonian)

When I was a sparkling, 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 Rust Sea. A fissure between two tectonic plates. A portal between dimensions. The Breach. I was 15 when the first Terrorcon made land in Polyhex. By the time plasma guns, special units and Ioninc weapons took it down... Six days and 35 miles later... Three fifth of the city... Was destroyed. Tens of thousands of lives were lost. We mourned our dead... Memorialised the attack... And moved on.

And then, only six months later... The second attack... Hit Tiger Pax. The news were always the same... "The acid factor of the Terrorcon energon... Creates a toxic phenomenon named Terrorcon Purple." ... Every time a Terrorcon attacked.

And then the third one hit Tarn. And then the fourth, Althiex. And then we learned... This was not gonna stop. This was just the beginning.

We needed... a new weapon. The world came together... Pulling its resources and throwing aside old rivalries... For the sake of the greater good.

To fight monsters... We created monsters of our own. Almost immediately, the Rust Rim Defense Corporations, R.R.D.C., was created, to protect all Cybertronians. And then, a year later, The Jaeger program... Was born.

The best specialist in the field of psych cortical patch, Shockwave, was called in order to fuse mind and machine. The idea was fine, but there were setbacks at first. The neural load and fried processor while connected with a Jaeger proved too much for a single pilot. Instead, a two-pilot system was implemented. Left-hemisphere, right-hemisphere pilot control.

We started winning. Jaegers stopping Terrorcons everywhere. But the Jaegers were only as good as their pilots. So Jaeger pilots... Turned into rock stars. Danger... Turned into propaganda... Terrorcons... Into toys...

We got really good at it. Winning. Then... Then it all... Changed.