Oblivion: Reincarnated as a space beast

Chapter 12: Breachfall

Oblivion, muscles bulging and scales glowing, dragged the struggling Atlas towards the swirling vortex of the Breach. The cyborg thrashed, firing plasma cannons and missiles, but Oblivion, driven by his Berserk rage, was unstoppable. He ignored the searing blasts and concussive force, his focus solely on the Breach.

Onslaught, weakened but regaining his footing, roared in pursuit. He charged, determined to reclaim his prey. The ground trembled.

The Jaegers, seeing Oblivion's desperate move, rushed to intercept. "He's going to take them both into the Breach!" Raleigh yelled. "We have to stop him! If he goes through, we're screwed!"

Oblivion reached the edge of the Breach. The swirling vortex pulsed, the air crackling with raw power. He hurled Onslaught towards the gaping maw. The Kaiju roared in terror as he was consumed by the swirling energy, disappearing into the abyss.

With Onslaught within the Breach, Oblivion felt a distinct shift. A pull, a connection, a sense of permission that hadn't been there before. He now understood: it wasn't just proximity to the Breach that allowed passage; it was the presence of Kaiju DNA on the other side that stabilized the portal for transit. He looked at Atlas, now understanding he needed to take him as well.

As Atlas tried to regain its balance from the throw, Oblivion's tail lashed out, wrapping around the cyborg's torso with crushing force. He hoisted Atlas into the air, the cyborg's metallic limbs flailing.

The Jaegers arrived at the edge of the Breach, witnessing the scene. They knew what had to be done. If Oblivion went through, the Breach would remain open, a permanent gateway for future Kaiju incursions. This was their last stand, their final opportunity to prevent a catastrophic escalation.

"Open fire! All weapons on Oblivion!" Pentecost's voice boomed through the comms.

Striker Eureka and Gipsy Danger unleashed everything they had. Missiles streaked through the air, cannon fire roared, and Gipsy Danger's chain swords whirred, attempting to sever Oblivion's tail.

Oblivion, still in his Berserk state, felt the impacts but pressed on. He ignored the pain, his focus solely on maintaining the connection to the Breach now that Onslaught had gone through. He began to step into the swirling vortex, dragging Atlas with him.

The Jaegers pressed their attack, desperate to stop him. Striker Eureka launched a concentrated volley of missiles at Oblivion's wings. The explosions rocked Oblivion, tearing chunks of membrane from his wings and sending him staggering, but he held on to Atlas, his tail still firmly wrapped around the cyborg.He stepped fully into the Breach, dragging Atlas with him. The swirling vortex intensified, pulling them both into the abyss.

As Oblivion disappeared, pulling Atlas with him, the Breach remained, a constant, swirling vortex of energy. It was a permanent scar on reality, a testament to the Kaiju threat. It was not closed but it was no longer allowing passage.

The Jaegers stood at the edge, watching in stunned silence. Raleigh looked at Mako, a grim understanding passing between them. They had failed to stop him. They had faced a creature unlike any they had encountered before, a creature with a purpose they could barely comprehend. They knew the world had changed.

Pentecost's voice came over the comms, weary but resolute. "Report. Any casualties?"

The response was somber. Some minor injuries, but miraculously, no pilots lost. They had survived, but the encounter with Oblivion and Atlas had left an indelible mark. The world was not safe. It was now more vulnerable than ever. The whispers of a mechanical voice and the sight of a Kaiju who fought with purpose rather than instinct would linger in their minds, a chilling reminder of the vast unknowns beyond their world, and the constant threat looming on the horizon.

[Several weeks later]

The immediate devastation had been cleared, the shattered buildings reduced to rubble, the scorched earth slowly beginning to heal. But the scars of the encounter ran deeper, etched not just into the landscape but into the collective consciousness of humanity.

The world had witnessed a battle unlike any other. Footage, captured by news drones and surviving civilians, had spread like wildfire across the globe. The sight of the Jaegers, humanity's stalwart defenders, battling not only monstrous Kaiju but also a towering cyborg wielding anachronistic weaponry had captivated and terrified the world. The appearance of Oblivion, a Kaiju unlike any seen before, a creature that fought with purpose and strategy, had further deepened the mystery.

The PPDC, reeling from the encounter, had released a heavily redacted report, confirming the existence of Atlas but offering little explanation for its origins or purpose. The official narrative painted it as a rogue Kaiju variant, a deviation from the norm. But the whispers persisted. Whispers of human involvement, of secret projects, of a technology far beyond what was publicly acknowledged.

For Raleigh and Mako, life had changed. The weight of their failure to prevent Oblivion's entry into the Breach pressed heavily on them. They had fought valiantly, but they had been outmatched. The image of Oblivion dragging Atlas into the swirling vortex haunted their dreams. They spent countless hours reviewing the footage, searching for any detail they might have missed, any clue that could explain what they had witnessed.

"He wasn't like the others," Mako said one evening, staring at a holographic replay of the battle. "He fought with… intent. Almost like he had a mission."

Raleigh nodded, his gaze fixed on Oblivion's obsidian form. "And that… thing," he said, gesturing to Atlas. "It fought like a soldier. Not a monster."

They had both contemplated their choices during the battle. Could they have done anything differently? Should they have trusted Oblivion? These questions lingered, unanswered.

The world's reaction was a mix of awe, fear, and confusion. Some hailed the Jaegers as heroes, praising their courage in the face of overwhelming odds. Others questioned the PPDC's handling of the situation, demanding answers about Atlas and Oblivion.

Conspiracy theories flourished, fueled by the redacted reports and the strange circumstances of the battle.

A news report flickered across a nearby screen, capturing a street interview. "I saw it with my own eyes," a shaken survivor recounted, his voice trembling. "This… thing, it was like a knight, but huge, made of metal. And then that other one, the black one, it just… grabbed it and threw it at the other monster! It was like something out of a nightmare."

Another clip showed a group of protesters outside a PPDC facility, holding signs that read "What is Atlas?" and "Tell us the truth!" A reporter was on the scene, trying to make sense of the situation. "The official statement from the PPDC remains vague, but public pressure is mounting for a full and transparent investigation into the events of the past weeks. The world wants answers."

But one thing was undeniable: the Kaiju attacks had stopped. The Breach remained, a constant, swirling vortex visible from the coastline, but it was dormant. No new Kaiju emerged. The PPDC's scientists confirmed the theory: Kaiju DNA on the other side was required for passage. With Onslaught gone through the breach, no more Kaiju could emerge from the breach. The world held its breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. The Breach was still there, a constant reminder of the threat that still loomed, the unknown that lay beyond. The world was safe for now, but not because the threat was gone, but because of a strange circumstance beyond human control.

Meanwhile, in a hidden facility far from the coast, a group of figures watched the same footage, their faces illuminated by the flickering screens. They were the architects of Atlas, a clandestine organization operating in the shadows. Their project, designed to control the Kaiju threat, had been… complicated by unforeseen circumstances.

"The Devourer's intervention was unexpected," a voice said, cold and calculating. "But not entirely unwelcome."

"Atlas was lost," another voice countered, laced with frustration. "The prototype was our only chance to establish control."

"Control is an illusion," the first voice replied. "Adaptation is the key. The Devourer has shown us a new path. A path we must now explore." Their plans had shifted. Their focus was no longer control, but rather… understanding. Understanding the nature of Oblivion, the nature of the Breach itself, and how they could exploit both to their own ends. The failure of Atlas was a setback, but it had also provided them with invaluable data. They now had a new objective: to understand the power that had just walked into the Breach, and how to harness it.

[In the anteverse]

Oblivion slammed into the alien ground sending dust and debris flying high in the air.

Standing on top of the body of Atlas who had stopped moving due to no longer being able to connect to its system back on earth. A red light had started blinking in its chest area.

In front of Oblivion was Onslaught battered and bruised just like himself but his condition was worse. 'Berserk' had deactivated which left him drained and vulnerable. He could not longer maintain his size alteration reverting to being half the size of Onslaught.

The alien landscape was a scene of bioluminescent flora and colossal, pulsating structures. But the true horror lay in the sudden, deafening roar erupting from the surrounding pods.

Hundreds of pods ruptured spewing out nascent kaijus. Trapped, weakened and surrounded by enemies Oblivion was facing the most desperate situation of his life.