China, Moyu Shatterdome. This was currently the Pan Pacific Defense Corps' primary base.
"This footage came from Los Angeles yesterday afternoon. Take a good look!"
In the operations command room, General Quan, the base's leader, had gathered all the Jaeger pilots and Dr. Gottlieb. Then, with a raised hand, he had someone bring up a video.
"A sixth-generation Jaeger? Winter Ajax?"
"Why was Ajax deployed? Did another Kaiju appear?"
Watching the towering blue Jaeger being airlifted by three transport planes and lowered into a stretch of ruins, the Jaeger pilots immediately erupted.
It had been ten years since Gipsy Danger destroyed the Breach.
The war had been gone for a full ten years as well.
Ten years of peace had gradually stripped Jaegers of their proper value and purpose. The older generation of pilots had either retired or been lured away by private companies offering hefty salaries. Now, there was a gap in their ranks.
A Jaeger that had long been idle or put on display was being deployed once more. This perhaps meant the clock of war was about to start ticking again. Many pilots who had grown accustomed to comfort felt a faint stir of panic in their hearts.
"Quiet. Keep watching."
General Quan calmly pressed a hand down. Everyone gradually fell silent and watched the video in silence.
After Winter Ajax landed and waited for a moment, its opponent appeared on-screen, causing everyone to breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
It was not a Kaiju, but a crude, rudimentary small Jaeger.
It was merely a privately made, unregistered Jaeger. After the Pacific Breach closed, many people had become keen on cobbling together their own Jaegers out of either interest or fear.
Though most of them were just mismatched heaps that could not even move, plenty of people