[X]Heimdall lockdown, overwatch
[X]Tanks move 4 units forward
[X]Jaegers overwatch, JH burst fire
[X]Everyone else holds on to their butts
The Command Room in the Seattle Shatterdrome is silent as everyone awaits the arrival of the Category V Kaiju. The echoes of its screams, conveyed to that room by the loudspeakers connected to the many sensors in the battlefield, chills the bones of those gathered in it.
Finally, The Beast arrives. The speck in the distance seen by the Jaeger's optics quickly growing in size, revealing something that to General Highwind looks like nothing less than a mockery of their Champions.
A humanoid frame, covered in segments of a smooth black material. Spikes on the shoulders and back, sharp claws, with something underneath them. The head like a helmet, a glowing green slit replacing the eyes while the mouth was more like a short, tightly closed beak. And of course, the wings and the glow that made it fly.
The General stared at those wings while it closed in, he didn't blink when the glow snapped forward to make Ascalon decelerate and his eyes registered every second of the wings folding on the Beast's side. Ten seconds later, he had jumped to the Communications station and opened a channel to the Jaegers.
"Rangers, Jagdhund. This is General Highwind." His voice was calm and level, his eyes focused on the image of the Kaiju. "Kill that son of a bitch and drag it's corpse to me with those wings mostly intact. I want to do science to it, yesterday."
He didn't wait for the their reply and went right back to his station, ignoring the raised eyebrows of his peers and the look of terror from the poor Comms officer.
When those looks persisted, he shrugged. "I want Flying Jaegers. Sue me."
To be more precise, I want flying Jaegers so we can reenact the
Rampage Ghost.