Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
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Ah wonderful! But what else do you love this story for, if I may be so bold?
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(AU) Evangelion: Sovereignty
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Ah wonderful! But what else do you love this story for, if I may be so bold?
The Fourth Monado
S U B A R A S H I I
- Location
- Away
- The military stuff you wrote out
- the worldbuilding
- Asuka
- Misato
Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Except maybe putting Imperial higher-ups down like the rabid dogs they are.
Glad you're not going to have Asuka chasing Kaji, because that always was creepy as fuck.
It was supposed to be creepy. Asuka in the anime is a broken girl, her infatuation with Kaji is the least of her many flaws.
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
True dat, but In Sovereignty, everyone's favourite red head has had two extra years to mature. There is quite a difference between a 13 year old and a 15 year old...be you fucked in the head or otherwise.
Don't worry, this is not a fix fic. Dem flaws are still very much there. It's just that the characters (hopefully) aren't defined by their issues here. Not to mention the plot isn't going to be completely devoured whole by everybody's angst...
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
I think one of the things that's really grabbing me about this piece of writing is how different the rest of the world is. Those differences were influencing the narrow focus of "Shinji and everyone he interacts with" from the beginning, but now they're really gonna throw some curveballs into play.
The fact that it sounds like by the later part of the story we're going to have something like 6 Evangelions in Tokyo-3, well, that's a huge change!
But the cultures they come from means they aren't guaranteed to "make things better".
The fact that it sounds like by the later part of the story we're going to have something like 6 Evangelions in Tokyo-3, well, that's a huge change!
But the cultures they come from means they aren't guaranteed to "make things better".
- Location
- SDAT Mixtape
Another awesome chapter!
I'd wager that Shinji & Co will meet our newly arrived euro mates next chapter - which is damn fine pacing, after the long battles in the first part. I am curious to see how are you handling the so called Action Arc; especially since my thoughts align perfectly with @KnightDisciple's.
And, personally, I'm quite interested in a Lore extra about Kotai industries, especially since they're related to Jet Alone.
Anyhow, keep up the good work!
I'd wager that Shinji & Co will meet our newly arrived euro mates next chapter - which is damn fine pacing, after the long battles in the first part. I am curious to see how are you handling the so called Action Arc; especially since my thoughts align perfectly with @KnightDisciple's.
And, personally, I'm quite interested in a Lore extra about Kotai industries, especially since they're related to Jet Alone.
Anyhow, keep up the good work!
Teh world building 3
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
"Kotai Industries has humble origins, completely the antithesis of the arms manufacturing mega corporation that supplies some of the best equipment on the planet to the Japanese State Army.
Founded by a twenty five year old former Imperial navy engineer, a veteran of Midway, Masaki Kotai in 1947, the small business that owned one factory which cut steel for ships, grew at a steady rate, having little competition in the aftermath of the Second World War and the Allied occupation. Through the caution and competence of its founder, along with good treatment of its workers, the company enveloped more factories, branching out into other aspects of the Industrial business with some success.
After 53 years of profitability, stocks plummeted due to the "Great Crash of 2000" caused by Second Impact. However, because of the fact that the firm never overextended itself, it was able to cling on to life whilst almost all their rivals dropped like flies. It even fended off a challenge from a foreign company called Geist Manufacturing, that swaggered in, pockets filled with money from immensely rich backers, swallowing up whatever they could get their hands on.
In its arrogance however, Geist expanded far too quickly, with Kotai consolidating what it had, with other home grown Japanese businesses rallying behind it against the Gaijin invader. The over extension of Geist caused mishandling and bumbling incompetence, leading to falls in output and profitability, causing many investors and share holders to jump ship to its rival. Eventually, Geist's trip abroad was considered a failure, leading to a withdrawal, despite even rumoured attempts at underhanded methods to destroy their rival.
Despite his age, the elderly Masaki led by example, his various share holders and board members standing by him. For the man was a sure fire investment were you to catch his attention with a sensible offer. And thus it was that the business prospered once again, secure and stronger than it ever was before, with practically no competition, and any that did exist was friendly to them, putting its foot into the door for arms manufacturing, an industry that was somewhat booming due to the requirements of the newly formed Japanese State Army. A demand that only increased when war with China broke out. By this point, the company was the largest arms manufacturer in the country.
Watching the efficiency and capability of the company, the Defence Board arranged a meeting with Masaki, and handed over the rights to all arms manufacturing in Japan, allowing it to envelop all the other companies associated, so as to increase the rate of output which was so desperately needed for survival, let alone victory.
Kotai complied with the excellence and experience to be expected of it after more than 50 years of enduring. Even then, were it not for the assassination of Chinese Premier Dong Wang on the 15th of August 2005, which threw the Peoples Republics of Asia into chaos, resulting in the rise of an anti war faction in the Chinese Communist party, the company probably wouldn't have been around to enjoy its newfound prosperity.
Eleven years since then, with Masaki retiring from the role of Chairman of the Board so as to spend his remaining years with his family, the company still remains the sole arms manufacturer in Japan, with the Defence Board and the National Diet being so impressed with their performance, they were allowed to retain their position after war time. Although, rumours fly around that the company is very bitter about the recent loss of multiple contracts to build some massive things, including some sort of home grown project called the "Jet Alone" which was sunk by command of the United Nations for undisclosed reasons.
Nevertheless, despite this bizarre favour for a whisper called NERV by the international community, Kotai remains as relevant and dominant as ever, proving that a dinosaur is not necessarily doomed to extinction." Calamity and rebirth, a history of Post Impact economics 2000-2016
Founded by a twenty five year old former Imperial navy engineer, a veteran of Midway, Masaki Kotai in 1947, the small business that owned one factory which cut steel for ships, grew at a steady rate, having little competition in the aftermath of the Second World War and the Allied occupation. Through the caution and competence of its founder, along with good treatment of its workers, the company enveloped more factories, branching out into other aspects of the Industrial business with some success.
After 53 years of profitability, stocks plummeted due to the "Great Crash of 2000" caused by Second Impact. However, because of the fact that the firm never overextended itself, it was able to cling on to life whilst almost all their rivals dropped like flies. It even fended off a challenge from a foreign company called Geist Manufacturing, that swaggered in, pockets filled with money from immensely rich backers, swallowing up whatever they could get their hands on.
In its arrogance however, Geist expanded far too quickly, with Kotai consolidating what it had, with other home grown Japanese businesses rallying behind it against the Gaijin invader. The over extension of Geist caused mishandling and bumbling incompetence, leading to falls in output and profitability, causing many investors and share holders to jump ship to its rival. Eventually, Geist's trip abroad was considered a failure, leading to a withdrawal, despite even rumoured attempts at underhanded methods to destroy their rival.
Despite his age, the elderly Masaki led by example, his various share holders and board members standing by him. For the man was a sure fire investment were you to catch his attention with a sensible offer. And thus it was that the business prospered once again, secure and stronger than it ever was before, with practically no competition, and any that did exist was friendly to them, putting its foot into the door for arms manufacturing, an industry that was somewhat booming due to the requirements of the newly formed Japanese State Army. A demand that only increased when war with China broke out. By this point, the company was the largest arms manufacturer in the country.
Watching the efficiency and capability of the company, the Defence Board arranged a meeting with Masaki, and handed over the rights to all arms manufacturing in Japan, allowing it to envelop all the other companies associated, so as to increase the rate of output which was so desperately needed for survival, let alone victory.
Kotai complied with the excellence and experience to be expected of it after more than 50 years of enduring. Even then, were it not for the assassination of Chinese Premier Dong Wang on the 15th of August 2005, which threw the Peoples Republics of Asia into chaos, resulting in the rise of an anti war faction in the Chinese Communist party, the company probably wouldn't have been around to enjoy its newfound prosperity.
Eleven years since then, with Masaki retiring from the role of Chairman of the Board so as to spend his remaining years with his family, the company still remains the sole arms manufacturer in Japan, with the Defence Board and the National Diet being so impressed with their performance, they were allowed to retain their position after war time. Although, rumours fly around that the company is very bitter about the recent loss of multiple contracts to build some massive things, including some sort of home grown project called the "Jet Alone" which was sunk by command of the United Nations for undisclosed reasons.
Nevertheless, despite this bizarre favour for a whisper called NERV by the international community, Kotai remains as relevant and dominant as ever, proving that a dinosaur is not necessarily doomed to extinction." Calamity and rebirth, a history of Post Impact economics 2000-2016
- Location
- Huezil
Lord can you paint a map with the size of the empires? So we could calculate whom much of natural resources and even territory they hold? Because i was reading about Kotai and remembered they would use a lot of metal, specifically iron... and well, most of the deposit are on russia, australia and united states of 'merica, and brasil.
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Most of their steel probably comes from the Capitalist West, such as the Empire or the European League. For in these places, company's still have quite a bit of freedom to do what they wish and sell to whoever they want...
Except the Federation of course.
And you want a map? I can only oblige, I shall set to the creation of a map immediately.
Teh world building 4
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Here we are! The world in 2017AD. I went Blue Peter on this shit and did a whole "here's one I made earlier." Had to put this up on Imgur to post it here, so I'll probably be downvoted into oblivion, but oh well.
Colour code.
Dark Blue: The Great British Empire, an autocratic Imperial super power descended from the old United Kingdom.
Blue: The European League, which is basically a reforged, decentralized and more militarized European Union, consists of multiple nations, a reconstituted Kaiserreich, the Swiss Republic, a still very much democratic French Republic, the constitutional monarchy of the United Scandinavian Kingdom, the various fascist Republics of Iberia, Italy, and Greece, the authoritarian Turkish Republic, and of course Israel.
Dark Grey: The North American Federation: a Fascist superpower built upon the racial supremacy of the American people.
Brown and Black: Iraq and Iran, the only surviving Middle East countries that are currently in an unending and brutal war with one another, depleting the Middle East's already minuscule resources at an alarming rate.
Medium Red: The Union of Western Communist Republics, a reincarnated Soviet Union. A communist alliance headed by/dominated by the Socialist Russian Federation.
Bright Red: The Peoples Asian Republics, a Communist alliance headed by/dominated by, the peoples Republic of China.
Dark Red: The State of Japan, a military junta that overrules all the old institutions, despite said institutions, such as the Emperor and the National Diet, still very much being in existence.
- Location
- SDAT Mixtape
Not to be picky, but could you clarify the color scheme with green, dark yellow or so? You include Iberian republics in the European League but the map shows Portugal in Dark Blue (and due to the fact it has a long-standing alliance with the UK, even in reality) creates a bit of doubt.
Otherwise - what happened to all other territories? Are they no-man's land or simply part of smaller, 'independent' states (read: satellites to the powers-that-be)?
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
The Iberian Republic is a result of the shattered remains of Portugal and Spain merging after the conclusion of the Euro Imperial War. Hmm, you are right, Russia would probably look better in Green.
What happened between Britain and Europe will be elaborated on later in the story.
All the light grey areas are utterly lawless. Any and all forms of governance has completely vanished, save for roaming gangs of bandits and the ravaging armies of blood thirsty warlords. In fact, one of the greatest strains on the infant superpowers was the sheer amount of refugees fleeing the southern hemisphere after Second Impact.
This is quite a shitty map, I know. I'm just not very good with this sort of thing
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Longer than that. The High Seas Fleet had to go and rendezvous with the Imperials at Warspite harbour (a massively industrialized falklands) and sail from there. Even with the much more powerful engines of ships in this world, the journey took quite a while...
Chapter 7.1
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Alright my friends, as I am a most kind overlord, I have prepared a further sumptuous 2600 words for your consumption. Shall we begin?
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10:00am, Saturday the 15th of July, State of Japan airspace, Kaze VTOL number KI 7846, just clearing the coast
The forty metre long machine, whose kind had superseded the old attack helicopters and jet fighters, was surprisingly spacious inside. Shinji had expected it to be cramped to high heaven, with machinery, the cockpit, ammunition, and fuel tanks taking up most of the room. But, as "usual", he was wrong.
Misato sat near the front with the JSAF Pilots, whilst in the cargo hold, the mousey haired boy had his earphones firmly lodged on his ears, so as to drown out the noise of the engines, and that of the people he just had to bring along. In the other corner, Kensuke was continuing with his thirty minute long lecture on how the VTOL worked, where it was built, the lead up to its invention, etcetera, with Toji sitting next to him, barely holding onto to both patience and consciousness, occasionally flashing a look of "help me" at Shinji.
Unfortunately, the boy who'd saved the world three times in a row, was in no position to do such a thing, as he was too busy turning paler than his other companion, due to his recently discovered terror of flying.
Rei wasn't bothered by any of it. She sat on one of the seats that would have been used by Japanese soldiers as they were dropped off at the battle of Osaka, a book in her hand, a pair of broken glasses on her nose. Granted, it disturbed Shinji to see those glasses on an individual he cared for, but the fact she was reading these days was something he considered a triumph on his part. It was all to do with an assignment they'd been given on maths, a subject loathed and reviled by those who had a concept of fun, and he'd been muttering away to himself about imminent failure, whilst complementing her intelligence at the same time.
But then, the blue haired albino brought up not knowing much about maths. And so he'd told her to read a book on the subject. The one she'd procured, a gargantuan one, had a small section relevant to what they were doing...and Rei hadn't stopped there. Never before in her life had she read any literature. Now, she was three quarters of the way through, having started at the beginning and worked her way to the near end.
Despite feeling ill, he couldn't help but smile.
I don't think you'll ever run out of things to surprise me with, Ayanami-san. At least you're doing more than "standing around" in your spare time these days.
"This thing must have been at Osaka. It's the right model and its even got scratches from Chinese bullets! This is a real piece of history..." Kensuke nerded out whilst Toji kept saying "yeah" and "oh really?" Finding himself humoured by that, even provoking a quiet chuckle, Shinji dwelt on the "Second and Forth Children."
Misato had filled him and Rei in on this "Asuka", having been a carer for her some years before. Something to do with, "red hair, freckles, more angry than an agitated Seraph...actually you'll probably know her when you see her...", not to mention she nobility back in the Reich. A Countess apparently. As for the other...he was Imperial. A Major in the British Army, of about his age. Shinji knew nothing about this "Samuel" apart from him being, according to Misato, "blonde, blue eyed, and probably someone you should stay away from."
Not all that reassuring.
The time went by agonizingly slowly, his hands shaking due to his rising feeling of nausea. This was a horrible idea, a truly and utterly horrible idea, as it seemed likely he may unleash a tsunami of vomit upon "His Majesty's" equipment at any moment.
"You do not look well, Ikari." Rei stated.
"Oh I'm fine, don't worry." Shinji tried to force a smile, one that was not helped by his shaking, nor convincing.
"I can requisition a helmet. It may serve as something adequate for you to regurgitate into."
Even she could tell, socially stunted as she was. For Rei was sure normal human skin was not meant to be paler than her own.
The sound of feet upon metal caught the passengers attention, as Misato appeared. Today she was clothed in that black dress and red jacket she'd picked Shinji up with all those weeks ago. Cross firmly tied around her neck.
"We'll be landing soon, so strap yourselves in." She gave a quick look of concern at Shinji, gaining a "he appears to be air sick, Lieutenant Colonel" from Rei.
"Alright, hang on, Shinji-kun, you'll be out of this thing soon enough." The purplehead smiled, gaining a meek thumbs up in understanding from her charge.
After no small amount of rumbling, the aircraft decelerated and angled its thrusters into a landing, the jolt and loud clunk signifying his nightmare was over. The ramp from which blue coated soldiers would usually have issued forth slowly opened, the children unclasping their seat belts and taking their first steps onboard the SMS Seydlitz, the flagship of the Kaiser's High Sea Fleet.
Well "steps" as in, Rei closed up her book, put her glasses back in her case, and calmly made her way down the ramp, Toji enjoyed the breeze in his face, Kensuke thundered outside, camera in hand, to film the various aircraft, including the Messerschmit Meer Wulfs, with Shinji miraculously outstripping him, and unleashing about thirty minutes worth of air sickness upon the Friedrich class Super Carrier's deck.
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On the bridge, two individuals looked down on the display, with some slight humour and a small amount of disappointment.
"I think the pale one is the First child, her appearance matches the records. Not sure who the Third is though..." Samuel trailed off, clearly not thinking much of who his Japanese "colleague" would be.
"Probably the big one." Asuka commented, hands on her hips.
"I don't know, what about the one with glasses? He looks enthusiastic enough."
"Maybe...what about the other..." The red head was saying, before both of them took one look at the boy hunched over and vomiting up his breakfast, and in unison said "no."
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Back on deck, Misato had finally left the craft, beret fixed on her head. Quickly, she walked over to a group of men whom had been waiting for her. Some were in German navy officer uniform, the one at the centre of them clearly being an Admiral. The others wore distinctive navy blue tunics, with royal blue cuffs, clearly designating them as sailors of the Empire.
The German Admiral was someone the purple head knew from the dark brown handlebar moustache and goatee on his face. Grand Admiral Franz Scheer observed the incoming Lieutenant Colonel, he and his men raising their hands in a crisp salute, to which she returned.
"Grand Admiral Scheer." Misato said with utmost respect. After all, this man was the reason the Reich actually had some remnant of a navy to rebuild after Dogger bank.
"Lieutenant Colonel Katsuragi." Franz responded with all due decorum, his green eyes appraising the most unmilitary manner in which the NERV officer was dressed. Still, who was he to deny a pretty woman wearing skin tight clothing?
Lowering her arm, the purplehead then saluted the Imperial congregation.
"Sea Marshal Stewart."
She received slight nods from the sandy haired Marshal in his royal blue cape and the rest of his staff, as they would never salute a member of "glorified private security."
This supposed "soldier" dresses in a most improper manner. By God we'll have our work cut out civilising you lot when this war is done. One of the Marshal's aides thought to himself, as that fashion sense would be considered outrageous back in the homeland, especially for a soldier. Ball gowns and maybe some party dresses were considered the most "risqué" thing a woman could wear to begin with, but this? This was indecent.
"Lieutenant Colonel, shall I go and call the Countess as you have arrived?" Franz cut into the icy atmosphere with typical German bluntness, in somewhat broken Japanese.
"I would appreciate that Grand Admiral. Your Japanese needs a little work with all due respect, but I really appreciate the thought." Misato sympathetically smiled as very good German flowed from her lips, causing Franz to make a few noises of discomfort whilst scratching the back of his head in awkwardness.
"Multilingual? I presume you have a basic understanding of High Imperial then?" Dominic Stewart, Sea Marshal of the Imperial Britannic 5th fleet, folded his arms.
"Yes Admiral...I know how to speak English very well." Her cheeky grin grew as the Imperial's eyes narrowed and a variety of disgruntled sounds escaped his and his men's mouths.
"If you could grab Pilot Meadow for me then, I'll just be waiting with the others under my charge down there." She nodded towards the small group of teenagers towards the front of the carrier, the bespectacled one now being shooed away by some burly German marines, another one wiping vomit away from his lips, and the other two having knelt down to his height to make sure he was alright.
"Major Meadow is on the bridge with Countess Soryu, we shall fetch him." Dominic nodded at one of his aides, who hurried off, followed by a German Captain.
"Thank you very much for your time, Admiral, and Marshal." Misato saluted again, then walked off to her charges, a look of concern on her face specifically concerning Shinji.
"Does it not bother you to be commanded by such a wench?" Dominic growled a little, gaining a chuckle from Franz.
"What is it German?"
"For the survival of my fatherland, I am happy to put my pride aside. That is why the Reich shall stand triumphant, and the Empire may yet be condemned to history." Franz had to stop himself from flat out laughing when the Imperial's cheeks became red with rage.
"Take care with what you say, barbarian." The Imperial Sea Marshal of the 5th fleet snarled at his counterpart then stormed off.
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"Ughhh." Shinji was still shaking, but his strength was slowly returning to him. A pair of red eyes, alive with concern watched over him, in a similar manner to how a pair of blue eyes had once looked upon him whenever he was ill in his youth.
"Is he alright?" Misato asked, concerned humour in her tone.
"It would seem that Ikari does not take to air travel." Rei stated, gently helping a now non-vomiting Shinji to his feet. It seemed the nausea had passed.
"Can I take the boat back..."
"It's a longer journey." The purplehead said, her tone inquisitive as to whether or not this was what he really wanted.
"I can wait, Misato-san."
"Good to see that sense of humour you've developed is still with us."
Shinji made a grunt of acknowledgement on the matter before removing his hand from his stomach.
"Shinj-san gets back up from anything, don't you buddy?" Slapped him heartily on the back.
"I suppose so..." The mousey haired boy trailed off, realising he was being watched. Standing a few feet from him, was a girl in a yellow sun dress with long golden red hair, looking completely out of place among all the stiff and much taller German sailors. Yet she somehow towered over every individual present.
Shinji had a good idea as to who this was, with the words you'll know her when you see her, ringing through his head.
"Oh, I see you got my message." Misato's tone was cheerful upon noticing the new comer, as if encountering an old friend after many years.
"Well, how on Erde can I refuse anyone requesting my presence?" The redhead said smugly, placing a hand on her chest to signify her importance. And as those sapphire eyes of hers fixed on him, as if sizing up a meal, Shinji all of a sudden felt afraid.
"Allow me to introduce you all. This is the designated Pilot of Evangelion Unit 02, Captain of the German air force, and Countess of the Reich, the Second Child-" Misato listed, as his gaze remained fixed on this freckled girl, hands held on hips, hair illustriously blowing in the sea breeze.
"-Asuka Zeppelin Soryu."
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Deep within the depths, shielded from any and all detection by the waves and means unknown to science, a strange life form swam. Some would compare it to a whale, except larger and more alien, as demonstrated by an earlier passing of a pod of Sperm Whales. It was strange then, that the creature had simply observed them, as if fascinated by the various water born animals it had come across. For the Divine Heir was something of an enthusiast for marine life.
Target is nearing attack zone. Gaghiel rumbled.
Excellent. A terrible blow shall be struck against the enemy today. Haniel's voice, separated by dimensions, filtered back to the Sovereign's mightiest Admiral. In light of all their previous defeats, the Fist had established a mental connection of sorts with the Heir, so as to coordinate, and in the worst case scenario, learn just how the foe was emerging triumphant.
Gaghiel remained silent, as he steadily shadowed the fleets, occasionally casting a glance at the black cylinder with a small red star on its side, that had been doing the same as him. Owing to the fact they were being very quiet, the Heir assumed they did not want to be found either.
How much do the Vooren distrust one another?
He cleared his mind of such things, thinking only of the upcoming shallow waters within which he could corral the ships above into a tightly packed formation. Then strike.
The Vooren line of supply would be cut, their reinforcements sunk. Then he would retreat, and allow Israfel and Isrefael to finish the job.
Victory was at hand. His siblings, and the honour of their people would be avenged. Ejrod would be theirs again.
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"Aou azv di ysa Loar, meit aal zha skhis aou zmaal, skhylinig di Taylan ghaen dif zha Keon's satfjeo."
"And thus the Sea Lord, with all his ships and might, devoured the Taylan whole by his Sovereign's command."
Liad di Ysa Loar.
Extract from a tale called "Ballad of the Sea Lord," found in the Norwegian ruins, April 21st 2017AD
-------------------------"And thus the Sea Lord, with all his ships and might, devoured the Taylan whole by his Sovereign's command."
Liad di Ysa Loar.
Extract from a tale called "Ballad of the Sea Lord," found in the Norwegian ruins, April 21st 2017AD
10:00am, Saturday the 15th of July, State of Japan airspace, Kaze VTOL number KI 7846, just clearing the coast
The forty metre long machine, whose kind had superseded the old attack helicopters and jet fighters, was surprisingly spacious inside. Shinji had expected it to be cramped to high heaven, with machinery, the cockpit, ammunition, and fuel tanks taking up most of the room. But, as "usual", he was wrong.
Misato sat near the front with the JSAF Pilots, whilst in the cargo hold, the mousey haired boy had his earphones firmly lodged on his ears, so as to drown out the noise of the engines, and that of the people he just had to bring along. In the other corner, Kensuke was continuing with his thirty minute long lecture on how the VTOL worked, where it was built, the lead up to its invention, etcetera, with Toji sitting next to him, barely holding onto to both patience and consciousness, occasionally flashing a look of "help me" at Shinji.
Unfortunately, the boy who'd saved the world three times in a row, was in no position to do such a thing, as he was too busy turning paler than his other companion, due to his recently discovered terror of flying.
Rei wasn't bothered by any of it. She sat on one of the seats that would have been used by Japanese soldiers as they were dropped off at the battle of Osaka, a book in her hand, a pair of broken glasses on her nose. Granted, it disturbed Shinji to see those glasses on an individual he cared for, but the fact she was reading these days was something he considered a triumph on his part. It was all to do with an assignment they'd been given on maths, a subject loathed and reviled by those who had a concept of fun, and he'd been muttering away to himself about imminent failure, whilst complementing her intelligence at the same time.
But then, the blue haired albino brought up not knowing much about maths. And so he'd told her to read a book on the subject. The one she'd procured, a gargantuan one, had a small section relevant to what they were doing...and Rei hadn't stopped there. Never before in her life had she read any literature. Now, she was three quarters of the way through, having started at the beginning and worked her way to the near end.
Despite feeling ill, he couldn't help but smile.
I don't think you'll ever run out of things to surprise me with, Ayanami-san. At least you're doing more than "standing around" in your spare time these days.
"This thing must have been at Osaka. It's the right model and its even got scratches from Chinese bullets! This is a real piece of history..." Kensuke nerded out whilst Toji kept saying "yeah" and "oh really?" Finding himself humoured by that, even provoking a quiet chuckle, Shinji dwelt on the "Second and Forth Children."
Misato had filled him and Rei in on this "Asuka", having been a carer for her some years before. Something to do with, "red hair, freckles, more angry than an agitated Seraph...actually you'll probably know her when you see her...", not to mention she nobility back in the Reich. A Countess apparently. As for the other...he was Imperial. A Major in the British Army, of about his age. Shinji knew nothing about this "Samuel" apart from him being, according to Misato, "blonde, blue eyed, and probably someone you should stay away from."
Not all that reassuring.
The time went by agonizingly slowly, his hands shaking due to his rising feeling of nausea. This was a horrible idea, a truly and utterly horrible idea, as it seemed likely he may unleash a tsunami of vomit upon "His Majesty's" equipment at any moment.
"You do not look well, Ikari." Rei stated.
"Oh I'm fine, don't worry." Shinji tried to force a smile, one that was not helped by his shaking, nor convincing.
"I can requisition a helmet. It may serve as something adequate for you to regurgitate into."
Even she could tell, socially stunted as she was. For Rei was sure normal human skin was not meant to be paler than her own.
The sound of feet upon metal caught the passengers attention, as Misato appeared. Today she was clothed in that black dress and red jacket she'd picked Shinji up with all those weeks ago. Cross firmly tied around her neck.
"We'll be landing soon, so strap yourselves in." She gave a quick look of concern at Shinji, gaining a "he appears to be air sick, Lieutenant Colonel" from Rei.
"Alright, hang on, Shinji-kun, you'll be out of this thing soon enough." The purplehead smiled, gaining a meek thumbs up in understanding from her charge.
After no small amount of rumbling, the aircraft decelerated and angled its thrusters into a landing, the jolt and loud clunk signifying his nightmare was over. The ramp from which blue coated soldiers would usually have issued forth slowly opened, the children unclasping their seat belts and taking their first steps onboard the SMS Seydlitz, the flagship of the Kaiser's High Sea Fleet.
Well "steps" as in, Rei closed up her book, put her glasses back in her case, and calmly made her way down the ramp, Toji enjoyed the breeze in his face, Kensuke thundered outside, camera in hand, to film the various aircraft, including the Messerschmit Meer Wulfs, with Shinji miraculously outstripping him, and unleashing about thirty minutes worth of air sickness upon the Friedrich class Super Carrier's deck.
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On the bridge, two individuals looked down on the display, with some slight humour and a small amount of disappointment.
"I think the pale one is the First child, her appearance matches the records. Not sure who the Third is though..." Samuel trailed off, clearly not thinking much of who his Japanese "colleague" would be.
"Probably the big one." Asuka commented, hands on her hips.
"I don't know, what about the one with glasses? He looks enthusiastic enough."
"Maybe...what about the other..." The red head was saying, before both of them took one look at the boy hunched over and vomiting up his breakfast, and in unison said "no."
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Back on deck, Misato had finally left the craft, beret fixed on her head. Quickly, she walked over to a group of men whom had been waiting for her. Some were in German navy officer uniform, the one at the centre of them clearly being an Admiral. The others wore distinctive navy blue tunics, with royal blue cuffs, clearly designating them as sailors of the Empire.
The German Admiral was someone the purple head knew from the dark brown handlebar moustache and goatee on his face. Grand Admiral Franz Scheer observed the incoming Lieutenant Colonel, he and his men raising their hands in a crisp salute, to which she returned.
"Grand Admiral Scheer." Misato said with utmost respect. After all, this man was the reason the Reich actually had some remnant of a navy to rebuild after Dogger bank.
"Lieutenant Colonel Katsuragi." Franz responded with all due decorum, his green eyes appraising the most unmilitary manner in which the NERV officer was dressed. Still, who was he to deny a pretty woman wearing skin tight clothing?
Lowering her arm, the purplehead then saluted the Imperial congregation.
"Sea Marshal Stewart."
She received slight nods from the sandy haired Marshal in his royal blue cape and the rest of his staff, as they would never salute a member of "glorified private security."
This supposed "soldier" dresses in a most improper manner. By God we'll have our work cut out civilising you lot when this war is done. One of the Marshal's aides thought to himself, as that fashion sense would be considered outrageous back in the homeland, especially for a soldier. Ball gowns and maybe some party dresses were considered the most "risqué" thing a woman could wear to begin with, but this? This was indecent.
"Lieutenant Colonel, shall I go and call the Countess as you have arrived?" Franz cut into the icy atmosphere with typical German bluntness, in somewhat broken Japanese.
"I would appreciate that Grand Admiral. Your Japanese needs a little work with all due respect, but I really appreciate the thought." Misato sympathetically smiled as very good German flowed from her lips, causing Franz to make a few noises of discomfort whilst scratching the back of his head in awkwardness.
"Multilingual? I presume you have a basic understanding of High Imperial then?" Dominic Stewart, Sea Marshal of the Imperial Britannic 5th fleet, folded his arms.
"Yes Admiral...I know how to speak English very well." Her cheeky grin grew as the Imperial's eyes narrowed and a variety of disgruntled sounds escaped his and his men's mouths.
"If you could grab Pilot Meadow for me then, I'll just be waiting with the others under my charge down there." She nodded towards the small group of teenagers towards the front of the carrier, the bespectacled one now being shooed away by some burly German marines, another one wiping vomit away from his lips, and the other two having knelt down to his height to make sure he was alright.
"Major Meadow is on the bridge with Countess Soryu, we shall fetch him." Dominic nodded at one of his aides, who hurried off, followed by a German Captain.
"Thank you very much for your time, Admiral, and Marshal." Misato saluted again, then walked off to her charges, a look of concern on her face specifically concerning Shinji.
"Does it not bother you to be commanded by such a wench?" Dominic growled a little, gaining a chuckle from Franz.
"What is it German?"
"For the survival of my fatherland, I am happy to put my pride aside. That is why the Reich shall stand triumphant, and the Empire may yet be condemned to history." Franz had to stop himself from flat out laughing when the Imperial's cheeks became red with rage.
"Take care with what you say, barbarian." The Imperial Sea Marshal of the 5th fleet snarled at his counterpart then stormed off.
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"Ughhh." Shinji was still shaking, but his strength was slowly returning to him. A pair of red eyes, alive with concern watched over him, in a similar manner to how a pair of blue eyes had once looked upon him whenever he was ill in his youth.
"Is he alright?" Misato asked, concerned humour in her tone.
"It would seem that Ikari does not take to air travel." Rei stated, gently helping a now non-vomiting Shinji to his feet. It seemed the nausea had passed.
"Can I take the boat back..."
"It's a longer journey." The purplehead said, her tone inquisitive as to whether or not this was what he really wanted.
"I can wait, Misato-san."
"Good to see that sense of humour you've developed is still with us."
Shinji made a grunt of acknowledgement on the matter before removing his hand from his stomach.
"Shinj-san gets back up from anything, don't you buddy?" Slapped him heartily on the back.
"I suppose so..." The mousey haired boy trailed off, realising he was being watched. Standing a few feet from him, was a girl in a yellow sun dress with long golden red hair, looking completely out of place among all the stiff and much taller German sailors. Yet she somehow towered over every individual present.
Shinji had a good idea as to who this was, with the words you'll know her when you see her, ringing through his head.
"Oh, I see you got my message." Misato's tone was cheerful upon noticing the new comer, as if encountering an old friend after many years.
"Well, how on Erde can I refuse anyone requesting my presence?" The redhead said smugly, placing a hand on her chest to signify her importance. And as those sapphire eyes of hers fixed on him, as if sizing up a meal, Shinji all of a sudden felt afraid.
"Allow me to introduce you all. This is the designated Pilot of Evangelion Unit 02, Captain of the German air force, and Countess of the Reich, the Second Child-" Misato listed, as his gaze remained fixed on this freckled girl, hands held on hips, hair illustriously blowing in the sea breeze.
"-Asuka Zeppelin Soryu."
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Deep within the depths, shielded from any and all detection by the waves and means unknown to science, a strange life form swam. Some would compare it to a whale, except larger and more alien, as demonstrated by an earlier passing of a pod of Sperm Whales. It was strange then, that the creature had simply observed them, as if fascinated by the various water born animals it had come across. For the Divine Heir was something of an enthusiast for marine life.
Target is nearing attack zone. Gaghiel rumbled.
Excellent. A terrible blow shall be struck against the enemy today. Haniel's voice, separated by dimensions, filtered back to the Sovereign's mightiest Admiral. In light of all their previous defeats, the Fist had established a mental connection of sorts with the Heir, so as to coordinate, and in the worst case scenario, learn just how the foe was emerging triumphant.
Gaghiel remained silent, as he steadily shadowed the fleets, occasionally casting a glance at the black cylinder with a small red star on its side, that had been doing the same as him. Owing to the fact they were being very quiet, the Heir assumed they did not want to be found either.
How much do the Vooren distrust one another?
He cleared his mind of such things, thinking only of the upcoming shallow waters within which he could corral the ships above into a tightly packed formation. Then strike.
The Vooren line of supply would be cut, their reinforcements sunk. Then he would retreat, and allow Israfel and Isrefael to finish the job.
Victory was at hand. His siblings, and the honour of their people would be avenged. Ejrod would be theirs again.
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Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Cast thyself into a fire, thou individual of questionable parentage.
- Location
- SDAT Mixtape
Adequate name...
Ohhhh boyyyyyyyy. And damn you, @Sovereign, ending the scene just as Asuka meets the gang.
Great chapter, as always
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
Ohhhh boyyyyyyyy. And damn you, @Sovereign, ending the scene just as Asuka meets the gang.
Great chapter, as always
A pleasure to be of service my good man. (Lord Sovereign takes a low bow)
UberNimrod
I scared Setsuna with my bad decisions.
- Location
- Between Hither and Yon.
I'm loving this. I can't tell which I am supposed to hate more: The Imperials and their attitude, or the North American Federation and it's racism.
KnightDisciple
Love God. Do Right. Fear No Man.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
I've generally been getting the impression that the 2 factions closest to "good guys", or at least the least-bad guys, are the EU and Japanese, with the former a bit more-so that way. The Russians may be under the "not the worst ever" heading, but that's dubious (I haven't seen much of them one way or the other thus far).
Lord Sovereign
The Emperor of shitty fanfic
- Location
- England
The Empire is very much a product of its age, everyone shed a little bit of humanity after Second Impact simply to survive. I'm not going to go and justify them, but, like our main characters, they do have reasons to be the way they are. The same could very much be said of all the powers.
But that's for later...
But that's for later...
- Location
- Huezil
The Empire is very much a product of its age, everyone shed a little bit of humanity after Second Impact simply to survive. I'm not going to go and justify them, but, like our main characters, they do have reasons to be the way they are. The same could very much be said of all the powers.
But that's for later...
I think we aren't complaining about the way the empires are being portrayed, what we are making is hating the snob boy that thinks he's better than everyone else, but does the same as everyone. Hell, the federation is made of pricks, but at least they are sincere pricks XD