American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

【Sydney Falls】.

What happened in Sydney circled the globe at an astonishing speed. No matter how far away you were, as long as you were still in the human world and could access internet and television news, you would undoubtedly know the major news that had flooded every screen. The staunch Wall Faction certainly wanted to suppress the news, but the previous worldwide live broadcast, subsequent news reports, and the resurgence of the Hunter Faction, which seized the opportunity, all turned their efforts to suppress the news into nothing.

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Moreover, such major news could only be suppressed temporarily, just to buy some buffer time.

The collapse of Sydney's Wall of Life was a bucket of cold water for all the fanatical Wall Faction members and those who agreed with them, as chilling as the current winter weather!

The breach in a section of the wall also destroyed the trust and hope that the Wall Faction had painstakingly built. Although it didn't lead to a complete collapse, the suppressed doubts and objections that had been forcibly suppressed emerged at this moment. The momentum was so strong that many officials, businessmen, and scientists who had previously supported the Wall Faction had to avoid the brunt of it.

PPDC, an underground organization whose presence had been diminishing for more than half a year, once again became the focus of world attention in a legitimate way. However, according to information revealed by various countries' official sources, there were only four fully functional Jaeger pilots left. For a time, the angry public became even more furious. They would not reflect on their previous actions of standing with the Wall Faction, because they had been deceived by those officials and businessmen! Now, they were awake to the reality!

Thus, after learning from reporter speculation that the PPDC headquarters only had four fully functional Jaeger pilots, people whose confidence in the Wall of Life had plummeted once again suffered from a shortage of Jaeger pilots.

Reporters standing with the Jaeger program spoke freely, taking the opportunity to vent their previously suppressed views. The official spokesperson for the member states' alliance was at a loss for words under the questioning of these reporters, unable to cope. In particular, a reporter named Naomi Sokolov completely ignited public anger with her sharp statement, "The Wall of Life that we spent years building, the Kaiju broke through it in just one hour," leaving the spokesperson speechless.

……

Alaska.

The helicopter's rotor blades stirred up the surrounding snowflakes, and Stacker Pentecost, wearing a long, thick windbreaker, stepped out of the open cabin door. His gaze fell directly on a somewhat scruffy man who hadn't taken care of his appearance in a long time.

Raleigh Becket, the last generation pilot of the Mark-3 Gipsy Danger.

"Mr. Becket," Stacker Pentecost greeted the man under the protection of a group of armed soldiers.

"General," Raleigh Becket subconsciously responded.

"Long time no see."

"To be precise, it's been five years and four months." Raleigh Becket's expression was a little complicated. There were things he didn't want to think about, but sometimes, he couldn't help but think about them.

"Can we talk for a few minutes?"

"Of course, I have an office." Raleigh Becket nodded, leading Stacker towards his workplace.

"You're not easy to find. I've already been to several places and missed you. I thought I might miss you this time too," Stacker said, observing the surroundings while walking alongside Raleigh Becket, who was leading the way.

"I have to follow the wall to have work to do," Raleigh Becket shrugged. "It's not easy to find a job to make a living these days."

After Raleigh Becket finished speaking, he sat down on a box piled with debris, looking at Stacker Pentecost, who had walked up to him: "You can tell me what you're here for."

"I think you should know what I've been busy with these past few months."

"Sorry, I haven't been following the news for a long time," Raleigh Becket interrupted Stacker Pentecost.

"I've spent six months activating and collecting all the Jaeger pilots who might still be able to fight. There's one Jaeger, a Mark-3, that needs a pilot," Stacker said calmly.

"I don't think I'd be your first choice, would I?" Raleigh Becket shrugged.

"In fact, you are my first choice. Everyone who has piloted it, except you, is dead," Stacker denied.

"You know, I can't accept anyone entering my head anymore. The moment my brother Yancy died, the part of me that was connected to him through neural handshake also died," Raleigh Becket walked up to Stacker and refused: "Find someone else."

"That's not a problem," Stacker Pentecost looked at him, "Dr. Luke Field has upgraded the neural handshake technology. If you don't need it, you can pilot the Mark-3 alone."

Raleigh Becket was silent for a long time after hearing this, looking at Stacker's eyes: "Does it have to be me?"

"There's a saying, if the end of the world is coming, do you want to die in a Jaeger like a warrior, or die somewhere else?" Stacker asked.

"What can I do?"

"I have a plan."

……

PPDC Headquarters Base.

"This doesn't look good," Raleigh Becket looked at the busy and crowded base, feeling like he had come to another world.

"Things are different now. We are an underground organization without official status, Mr. Becket," Stacker Pentecost led him and Mako Mori, Hermann Gottlieb, Newton Geiszler, and a group of people into the base in a hurry: "We are already lucky to be allowed to exist, to have these Jaeger pilots, and to be able to carry out operations around the world while being turned a blind eye."

"Okay," Raleigh Becket carried his backpack, dodging a forklift and hurrying to catch up with Stacker in front, "What's your plan?"

"Don't worry, let Mr. Hermann introduce you to the current situation first," Stacker Pentecost said.

Then a somewhat neurotic-looking man suddenly jumped out in front of Raleigh Becket, startling him.

"Look there," Hermann said, walking backwards, pointing behind Raleigh Becket. Raleigh looked in the direction of the pointing and saw a huge countdown clock embedded in the metal wall. Looking at this big guy, watching every second pass, seemed to make people feel a sense of urgency.

"What's that?" Raleigh Becket turned around and glanced at Hermann.

"Doomsday Clock! I discovered the frequency at which Kaiju appear from the breach and invented a mathematical model to predict the approximate time and number of Kaiju appearances," Hermann said smugly.

"Is that possible?" Raleigh Becket asked in surprise.

"Of course, based on the observed changes in breach energy and the frequency and size of Kaiju appearances, I discovered some patterns and summarized them. I don't have a blackboard on hand now, so I can't list them for you and prove it to you. But you just need to know that in the coming time, the frequency of Kaiju appearances will become higher and higher, and the number will also become larger and larger. Now the time until the next Kaiju appearance is one week later. Soon, this time will change to a few days, a few hours, and finally a few minutes! At that time, there will be a dense army of Kaiju appearing, and humanity will perish," Hermann Gottlieb said with a somewhat manic expression and an impassioned tone.

"In fact, he can't prove that, which means his research lacks sufficient evidence to prove it," Newton Geiszler interjected.

"Literature, philosophy, politics, promises, these will all lie, but mathematics will not!" Hermann Gottlieb glared at his colleague who was undermining him, panting heavily.

"Mathematics does not lie indeed, but computational errors may lead you to a wrong answer," Newton Geiszler retorted sharply.

"The Sydney event has proven my prediction! The mathematical model I built is useful in application!" Hermann Gottlieb proudly presented the evidence.

"That may also be a coincidence. After all, you have predicted before, but only the Sydney one was truly accurate," Newton Geiszler shrugged, rolling up his sleeves. Under Hermann's murderous gaze, he ran ahead first. Hermann Gottlieb, who had difficulty walking and was leaning on a cane, cursed in a low voice, then slapped himself a few times in the air to the left and right under Raleigh Becket's surprised and helpless gaze, and refocused his gaze on him.

"Anyway, the predicted result is very bad. If we can't find a solution, then our only ending will be extinction. Like the dinosaurs!" Hermann Gottlieb suddenly lost the interest in explaining, and after summarizing a conclusion, he stopped talking.

"Didn't you report the prediction results to the member states?" Raleigh Becket asked curiously. Such important information and events would surely elicit reactions and arrangements from the member states.

"Huh? Of course I reported it. But what was their reply?" Hermann Gottlieb showed a hint of sarcasm on his face: "Nonsense! We know, Mr. Hermann! We will discuss it, and we will notify you when we have results." Across the phone, I could hear the undisguised perfunctoriness on the other side. If the world is destroyed, then they will have to bear at least half of the responsibility!

"Then have you come up with any solutions to this problem?" Raleigh Becket asked.

"Of course, we have been thinking of ways to solve this problem. Newton and I have been responsible for these things for the past few months, predicting the appearance of monsters, etc. This is only part of the result," Hermann Gottlieb raised his head, like a victorious rooster.

"What about him? What did that Dr. Newton discover?" Raleigh Becket asked with interest. Having been away from the battlefield for more than five years, he didn't mind hearing more about the cutting edge.

"He? He compared some Kaiju samples and believes that these Kaiju are produced biological weapons, the vanguard of an alien civilization invading this planet. Because some of them have completely identical DNA, which is too absurd!" Hermann Gottlieb curled his lips.

"That's not absurd at all! Luke also agrees with my research, and he also believes that these Kaiju are asexually reproducing biological weapons of an alien civilization. In essence, this is not a farce of a monster invasion, but a war between civilizations! Although the other side at the other end of the universe may not have tried their best, we have almost been forced to the end," Newton Geiszler suddenly jumped out, startling the two.

The two then started arguing again. Raleigh Becket, who couldn't get a word in, saw Stacker Pentecost stopping in front, and immediately tightened the luggage on his shoulders, bypassed the arguing two, and quickly chased after him.

"What exactly do you need me to do?" Raleigh Becket caught up with Stacker and asked.

"I have a plan."

"I know you have a plan, what I want to ask is, what kind of plan is it?"

"I plan to close that 【Breach】, with a 2400-pound thermonuclear bomb, its explosive power is equivalent to 1.2 million tons of high explosives! According to Dr. Hermann's calculations, a bomb of this power can destroy the stability of that wormhole, causing it to collapse and disappear! Do you understand now? I plan to have Striker Eureka carry this bomb, and your role is to protect Striker Eureka with others, successfully let him reach the destination, and complete this task."

Stacker Pentecost gave the answer directly.

"Where did you get that thing? Aren't we an underground organization now?" Raleigh Becket was surprised.

"There are always ways and channels, and not all member states are not interested in my plan. The Cherno Alpha pilots, Alexis and his wife, helped a lot."

"We've tried this plan. We wanted to destroy that 【Breach】 back then, but our ammunition couldn't enter the inside of the wormhole and was bounced back. It has an energy shield on it!" Raleigh Becket expressed his disapproval of his plan.

"In fact, there is already a solution to this."

A clear voice interjected into the conversation between Becket and Stacker. Raleigh Becket looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man in a white coat, holding a cup of hot water, and with a somewhat lazy temperament, reaching out his hand to him.

"This is Dr. Luke Field, the designer and manufacturer of the Mark-6 Striker, as well as the designer and manufacturer of the latest generation of neural handshake system. He is also the chief technology officer of Shao Industries and a part-time Jaeger modifier for the PPDC," Stacker introduced Luke and then introduced Raleigh to Luke: "This is Raleigh Becket, the former pilot of Gipsy Danger. He's a good young man."

Luke Field shook hands with Raleigh Becket. Luke Field was still a little curious about this protagonist of the first film. Unfortunately, he didn't have good luck. He saved the world, had a girlfriend, but didn't have time to enjoy it.

"Can you talk about what the solution is?" Raleigh Becket asked. Stacker also paid attention. If the problem of not being able to enter the wormhole cannot be solved, then the basis for the implementation of this plan does not exist.

"Dr. Newton said that this is a war between civilizations, a confrontation between invasion and anti-invasion. I very much agree with this," Luke Field took a sip of the hot water in his hand: "If we regard this wormhole as a door, then the switch of the door lock is obviously on the opposite side. They can come out of the door, but we who have not received an invitation and do not have a key to unlock it, cannot break into it. This is a one-way channel.

“So, we need to find a key to enter. I believe those Kaiju who can freely enter and exit this wormhole without being affected are that key.”

“Is it really aliens on the other side of the wormhole?” Raleigh Becket asked with curiosity.

“There’s no evidence to prove that. Just like Dr. Luke’s method, it also needs verification,” Stacker Pentecost said.

“Actually, there is a way to prove my and Dr. Luke's hypothesis!” Newton Geiszler's voice rang out. After attracting the attention of Stacker and others, he cleared his throat and said seriously, “I’ve been thinking, since people can drift with each other and obtain each other’s memories, what can we see when people drift with a monster’s brain?

If there really is an alien civilization on the other side, and if these monsters were really manufactured, then there must be some residual intelligence in their brains. As long as we can achieve neural handshake with the monsters' brains, then we can prove everything.”

“This is absurd,” Hermann Gottlieb, who had caught up from behind, retorted excitedly.

“I think this is a method. If it really succeeds, we may be able to obtain more important information from the monsters’ heads. This will help the implementation of your plan,” Luke Field said softly under Hermann's surprised gaze. His words made Stacker's tightly furrowed brows relax.

“We can try it,” Stacker Pentecost nodded. For him, who was not long for this world, his greatest obsession before death was to eliminate that wormhole. He was willing to pay anything for it.

“I volunteer to be the test subject,” Newton Geiszler raised his hand.

“You can’t. Assuming this is really a civilization invasion, then the other party may have control over their creations. And the memory retrieval of neural handshake is two-way. While the monster's memories are being viewed by you, your memories will also be viewed by the other party. You know the plan. To avoid unnecessary trouble, you cannot be a candidate for drifting,” Luke Field rejected Newton Geiszler's self-recommendation.

Stacker Pentecost pondered for a moment, looking at everyone.

“I will find a good candidate.”