When he was born, it was in a big shiny, wet, squishy claw that poked him over and over again. It kinda hurt, but there were stars and glittery stuff all around, and that was okay. There were lots of others like him, and a lot of them weren't like him, but they all smelled the same, and they all felt the same. And in his head, he could feel them all talking and thinking. There was determination and energy and eagerness to please, and into that mix he'd added his own curiosity about their objective. And then the claw had let him go, and he'd been told to swim up, up, up, through the dark, flashing tunnel that smelt and felt like him and everyone else in his head. Then he'd crowned into cold, heavy water that pulled and prickled at his skin. Follow the pull of magnets in the ground; find where there was no water, just air and ice, and eradicate the vermin. Fresh air. Exercise. New and interesting food. And that's when he'd met them.His first-ever friends.
Oh, he'd had brothers and sisters and all, but, well, they were swell and all, but they weren't friends. The little ones with the pale hair and the rolling voices, and the big, heavy one with the glowing eyes, they'd run up to meet him, wading through the inexorable pull of thrashing waves, through the sheeting rain and the chill of the tempest. They'd waded through all that water to meet him, and that's when he'd learned something his creators had never told him: vermin were fun. And friendly! They were playful, just like him. Maybe not as strong--his claws had broken one of the little ones, crushing its head in and ripping it to pieces, but hey. They were vermin. It's not like they were created to be strong and all. Except for the middle one, of course. She'd been powerful. She and the remaining little one had nearly killed him. They were so sweet.
It had taken him a long time to recover, but now the clone wanted to find his friends. He was getting lonely. He couldn't find any of his siblings, even though They'd assured him that they'd be along shortly. So he'd passed the time curled up, licking his wounds on a storm-tossed island out to sea. He'd thought long and hard about his friends, and about the name they'd called him.
"Knifehead." It had a ring to it. And now that he was recovered, Knifehead wanted to learn their names, too. He'd made landfall this morning, his massive body trotting across the pebbled shore and into the forest beyond. Such a strange place. Such strange scents. Not at all like home. Hey--was that movement of metal? He could feel the magnetism...
Ice_Dragon_Demon
I don't know if he had magnetic sensors in the movie, but he's part shark, so...
Heavy footfalls echoed theough the forests as the gentle giant moved steadily. A Kaijuu had made landfall and it was her duty to stop it. The signal scouts had been the one to inform the higher ups and they had sent her. There was some confusion as to which Kaijuu it had been it was a class 3 according to what she'd heard. she'd Been Dispatched immediately. She was a bit older now than some of the newer models but thanks to Mako she'd been repaired and allowed to fight again though without her partners. 
