"[Narrating] My generation, we were born into war. Giant monsters attacked our world. We called them, "Kaiju". They came from the Breach, a gateway to another dimension, at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean. They were sent by an alien race on the other side, the Precursors. We fought back, building our own monsters– Jaegers. Giant robots, so big they needed two pilots to run 'em. My father was one of them. He sacrificed himself to help save the world. I– am not my father. It's been 10 years since we won the war, and closed the Breach. Most of the world's recovered. But a few coastal cities never did. And the world is still picking up the pieces. But some of us live better in a broken world. And squatting in half a mansion is better than paying for some crappy apartment. Now, in the relief zones, you have to get creative. You have to hustle, or somebody else might eat your breakfast. And your cookies. And you damn hot sauce. You know, out here, we place a different value on things. The Pan Pacific Defense Corps usually looks the other way, as long as you don't go poking around where you don't belong. Say, like a decommissioned Jaeger Scrapyard. Big risks means big reward. And nothing pays more than stolen Jaeger tech. Plenty of nutcases out here trying to slap together their own Jaegers. But they need the parts to do it. So if you can steal what no one else can steal– you can live like a king."