Chapter 10 - Your Kaiju Are Too Small:-Chapter 10: Where Are You Going?

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"This really isn't a dream?"

Raleigh lowered his shielding arm, raised his head. Stared at the giant standing beside the Wall's ruins.

Everything before him shattered comprehension. Made him doubt reality itself.

How could anything sink an island with one strike?

The kaiju humanity feared—dead in under three minutes?

He'd watched the whole fight. Boundary between real and fantasy: gone.

"Tss!"

Pinch. Hard. Thigh screaming pain dreams couldn't fake.

Awake. Not dreaming.

The guy from the snow was alien. Transformed into a fifty-meter giant when the kaiju came. Obliterated kaiju plus island in under three minutes.

All real.

He looked at the giant.

Sunlight broke through mist above, fell across that massive frame. Chest crystal pulsed red. Faint smile at the corners of the mouth—mysterious.

Raleigh wondered what came next.

The giant's body dissolved—countless golden particles scattering with falling snow on the wind.

Mass vanished. Familiar figure remained.

"Changed back?" Raleigh's gaze tracked the tall, lean young man in wind and snow. Vision overlapped giant and human in a daze. Which was real? Which was the mask?

Marshal Stacker reached Raleigh's side. Scanned the ruined construction site—steel bars flattened to pancakes, embedded in dirt. Waves still churning. Ground trampled into craters.

Gaze settled on the young man in green jacket walking toward them.

He'd caused all this.

"You know him?" Stacker asked.

Raleigh nodded. "Just met today."

Pause. Wry smile. "When he said he was alien, I didn't believe it."

"Now I do."

Raleigh recounted the encounter—full story, start to finish.

Relief flooded him now. If he hadn't stumbled on this powerful alien today, he'd be dead. Kaiju chow.

Like his brother.

"Space police..." Stacker's first reaction: disbelief. "What civilization calls itself police across the universe?"

Then memory kicked in—everything he'd just witnessed.

Disbelief faded.

Kaiju that pushed humanity to extinction: dead in three minutes. Walking nuke. If every individual in that civilization had this strength, calling themselves space police made perfect sense.

"Our civilization's sand compared to his." Stacker didn't want to believe it. Truth didn't care.

Fortunately—friendly. Saved his life.

Facing power this vast and this benevolent, reason and emotion aligned: Build this relationship. For humanity, this is opportunity.

Opportunity to escape the Precursors' stranglehold.

Stacker had a plan already—counterattack the Breach, needed veteran pilot Raleigh Becket. Why he'd come here.

But now? Greater hope stood before him.

"Stacker Pentecost. Commander, Jaeger Program. Pleased to meet you, sir." Stacker stepped forward, extended a hand.

Heart racing. Surface calm. Polite smile broadcasting: Friendly. Ally.

"Natsuki. Land of Light Space Garrison." Natsuki sensed the warmth, understood the calculation beneath. Years of experience made it instant. He was fine with it. Returned the smile. Clasped hands.

No language barrier. Human etiquette understood. Stacker's certainty deepened: His civilization's leagues beyond ours.

"Welcome to Earth, Mr. Natsuki." Tension eased in Stacker's chest.

Years ago, he could've represented all humanity—Marshal of the PPDC, official capacity. Now? Just a fraction of people. Funding cut. Authority stripped.

"Thank you for saving our lives."

"As thanks—return to base with us. Let us show proper hospitality." Sincere eyes. Genuine request.

Battlefield ruins weren't the place for serious talk.

Natsuki got it.

Mission from the Bangle: abnormal space-time fluctuations likely tied to kaiju or their controllers. Cooperating with the man who commanded humanity's Jaegers? Necessary. Fast intel access.

"Sure." Agreement came easy.

"Hope your chef doesn't disappoint." Relaxed tone. Light.

Stacker's remaining tension dissolved.

"Our chef will use every trick he knows." Smile widened.

Consensus reached. Details later, at base.

Raleigh nodded. Stacker had massive backup now. Kaiju crisis—probably over soon.

Good thing. He didn't want to pilot Jaegers anymore.

"Congratulations, Marshal."

"Won't be long before this apocalypse ends." Raleigh's voice carried certainty. "When it's over, tell me first thing."

"Good luck."

Turned. Started walking.

No intention of going to base.

Two steps—

Stacker's voice behind him: "Where are you going, Raleigh?"

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