Wind’s howlin’, sky’s lookin’ grim—Antarctica’s got that spooky, murder-mystery vibe tonight. The Aussie fleet rolled up, all bundled like dumplings in puffer suits, ‘cause if you step outside, your bits’ll freeze off. Every face was dead serious—five nasty Kaiju are hidin’ out here, and it’s about to get wild.
Thing is, the real headache ain’t the monsters—it’s the folks who can boss ‘em around. Xiao Jingzhe knew what’s up, so he looked extra grumpy. Four fifth-gen Mecha Hunters popped up from the ships, took a flying leap into the sea, and stomped onto the ice. Shoulda been frozen solid, but the Kaiju had already busted it up—left a messy trail. Everyone clocked it: those beasties made landfall not long ago.
“Blimey, who’s mad enough to fight monsters in this freezer?” The commander landed with the troops, gloves thick as oven mitts, but his fingers still felt like icicles—could barely bend ‘em. “Now I get why those movie snow babes are a load of rubbish! Where’s the Colonel? Oi, radio guy, patch me through before she goes walkabout!”
“Quit your hollerin’, I’m right here!” Jill Young’s voice cut through the gloom. The searchlight swung over—there she stood, barely dressed for the cold, chomping something suspiciously meatball-shaped while staring into the distance. And get this—she was snuggling a big, fluffy penguin. Yeah, you heard right.
The commander gave her the up-and-down—no shivers, cheeks rosy, cool as a cucumber. “You… not freezing your tail off?” he asked, half in awe.
“Nah, this little dude’s toasty. Try it yourself.” Jill shoved the penguin into his arms and pointed at a hill. “Just checked over there—found a whale with only its noggin left. Kaiju had themselves a buffet. If you don’t wanna be dessert, I’d skedaddle.”
A Hunter Org staffer came running up, all respectful: “Queen, all four mechs are in place, but Berserker’s ghostin’ us.” Like Jill Young’s gonna answer to just anyone? She just grinned, “Don’t sweat Berserker. Look—it’s here already.”
Jill pointed out to sea—CRACK! The ice split, engines roaring, and a black steel beast burst through. Even the half-frozen troops went wild. That’s Berserker, the big boss of Kaiju-bashing.
Jill slapped their shoulders and bounced off, light on her feet. The commander and staffer just stared, mouths hanging open like fish outta water.
The staffer mumbled, “Wait, did that mech really marathon underwater for three days straight?”
From now on, anyone who calls the Teacher a waste of space is getting a knuckle sandwich right in the nose!
Jill hopped into the cockpit, zipped up her suit, and jacked into the neural link. That old man-machine synergy buzzed through her veins. Berserker started limbering up like it was doing old-school radio calisthenics—wrist circles, ankle shakes, some twisty stretches, even a chest fly or two. Then Jill’s voice blasted over the comms: “Alright, gang, time to pay these jokers back! Let’s go stomp some monster butt!”
AWOOOOO—!
All five mechs set out on their grueling polar trek. Unlike in the ocean, the monsters’ tracks on land were easy to spot—giant footprints and drag marks that even a blizzard couldn’t hide. They marched inland, and after chasing for 300 kilometers, they found a Kaiju corpse—the one that got hurt worst in the last fight, finally done in by the cold and the journey. The other four clearly hadn’t gone easy on their own kind, judging by the bite marks.
Er Yang spent a few minutes poking around the corpse and whipped up a meatball—protein snack, Antarctic style. Then the crew kept trucking.
Antarctica was pristine—snowy white, starlit. As they pressed deeper, the altitude climbed, and massive glaciers and snowy peaks loomed like sleeping dragons, casting huge, dark shadows. The temperature dropped from minus thirty to below minus sixty. But the fifth-gen mechs, the pride of this world’s tech, didn’t flinch—nuclear reactors blazing, superalloy bodies tough as nails.
Ten hours into this frosty marathon, all five mechs had hoofed it for 800 klicks and climbed up to 3,000 meters. “Pit stop number ten—I’m on lookout!” Jill called out. The Five Colors Squad flopped down for a breather. Ten hours of tramping plus three days of tailing Kaiju—Jill was chill, but the Gao sisters and the rest were probably running on fumes. Jill’s big on rest—you gotta be fresh for the smackdown.
You never know what tricks those Westerners might have up their sleeves—can’t afford to let our guard down.
Big Sis,' the Gao sisters asked over the comms, 'Isn’t our job just recon? Shouldn’t we just spot the Kaiju from afar and call in the Air Force?'
Jill snorted, "Yeah right! Five mechs stomping around—hell, even a deaf granny could hear us coming! Ninja stealth? In your dreams. Kost is a lost cause, but you two better not be that dense."
After a moment of silence, the Brighton brothers whispered, “We’ve got the wide-area comms open—the command center can hear everything…”
Jill just shrugged, cool as ever: "I know, duh. Not like I’m hiding it. Talking smack behind someone’s back? That’s weak sauce, kiddos. If you’ve got beef, say it to their face!"
Far away, Kost slapped her forehead.
Alright, everyone, heads up—let’s keep moving. The tracks are fresh; we’re close. The enemy could be right over that ridge, so stay sharp. Don’t get cocky and try to ambush anyone—there are only two things we need to do: don’t get ambushed, and smash the enemy head-on!' With Jill’s decisive orders, the Five Colors Squad marched on, steel bodies striding through the howling wind.
This time, it wasn’t long before they found a new clue. Rounding a mountain pass, they spotted a massive shadow lying on the ground a kilometer away. The mechs’ floodlights snapped on—it was another Kaiju, completely silent. This corpse was even more ravaged, ribs showing, blue blood frozen into icy streaks stretching into the distance.
“Let’s catch up!” The Gao sisters piloted their red mech forward, but Berserker didn’t budge—scanning the area, hesitating. Suddenly, with a massive crunch, the nearby glacier shattered, and three Kaiju lunged forward, roaring. The corpse was a trap—the enemy struck while everyone was distracted.
Caught off guard, but the fifth-gen mechs weren’t pushovers—they adjusted instantly. With a series of crashes, the three Kaiju bypassed Berserker and Steed, slamming into the other three mechs and forcing them back, but thanks to quick reflexes, none fell. Steed dashed in to help, but Berserker still held back, scanning for something.
Something’s off—there’s gotta be something else hiding…' Jill suddenly switched off her spotlight. The beam lit up the polar night, but narrowed her view. Real danger always lurks outside the light. Sure enough, the moment the light went out, Jill caught something in the corner of her eye. Boom—a giant beast leapt from the side, crashing down on Berserker like a mountain.
Thud—the monster hit the ground, sending out shockwaves like an earthquake. But it missed its mark; in a split second, Berserker ducked and slid away, then swung an elbow back, smashing the beast in the face.
Crunch—something broke, but no scream. The monster didn’t care, lunging at Berserker with its jaws wide. Berserker dodged, then landed a left hook to the monster’s face. With the sound of cracking, both mech and monster stepped back, squaring off.