Security armed rapidly, grabbing what weapons they could. Everything, from assault rifles to flashbangs and tear gas, anything that might stand a chance of stopping an Angel. The mood was beyond grim. The General was under direct threat, and so far every time Security had tried to stop an Angel it had just ended with more of their numbers dying.
The Angels weren't immortal, but they were frustratingly resilient. Their only limitation seemed to be their own endurance. No one had any idea what could even come close to killing them.
Touji grabbed his gear quickly as the others stared at him. Okito's speech still echoed in their heads. Some looked at him with pity or sympathy. Others couldn't hide their anger; his son had killed friends and was in general responsible for turning what had been a pretty boring security job into a struggle to survive.
Touji ignored them as best he could and prepared. Part of him wanted to run down and protect his family. Okito's word of Misato being the only target provided little comfort, but he knew his duty was to protect the General. Allowing Okito to assassinate her would be a sign of how powerless they really were, that the Angels could do whatever they wanted.
He had to be stopped, that much was certain.
He and his squad moved out, making for the Command Center as fast as they could. Which was frustratingly slow: most of the elevators were without power and they didn't trust those that weren't. The stairways were either plunged into darkness or had their lights turned to painfully bright levels, making getting from level to level difficult.
They were further slowed down by bulkheads sealing and doors locking on them. There was an Angel controlling their systems and it was toying with them, leading them somewhere. They were being funneled into an ambush or worse. But they had no options. The bulkheads were designed to stop an army invading. Breaking through them would take time they did not have. Reluctantly they followed the path set before them.
It didn't take long for them to find what they've been lead towards.
"Contact!" the lead guard shouted. Three squads immediately halted.
Before them stood a tall, lanky girl. A massive eye mask covering her face, hints of strawberry blonde hair poking out behind it. She was nonchalantly trimming her nails, barely acknowledging their presence.
"Hello, boys. Shall we dance?" she said, not even looking up.
"Open fire!" Toji shouted.
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Maya felt helpless. There was nothing she could do help Ritsuko, not here at least. Not without Direct access to the MAGI and getting near them was suicidal right now. So all she could do now was wait.
What security they could find was stationed by the doors, crouched behind desks and low walls.
It seemed a futile effort though. Misato looked... defeated? No, no, that was not the right word. She still looked determined to fight, but seemed resigned to what was about to happen.
She had overreacted with Matarael, that much was unmistakable. That wasn't to say that Maya wanted the deal; she thought it was a trap from the start. But it seemed the Angels were quite capable of seeking revenge.
It was hard to think of them doing something so human, even now Maya just wanted to see them as inhuman monsters. But they weren't, not really.
One of the doors burst open, Okito marched into the room. His clawed hands free of blood or any signs of fighting.
"Stand down!" Misato ordered, to the shock of everyone. Security, recultantly lowered their weapons. Mana was still at her desk, gun at the ready.
Okito and Misato glared at each other, both filled with hatred and loathing.
She rose from her desk, pistol trained on Okito. "One life?"
"One life," he replied.
Everyone directly in between them desperately scrambled out of the way. Ibuki watched as Okito walked towards Misato, each of them waiting for the other to do something rash.
"You know," Misato said, "I've hated your kind since I was a teenager. But you, you Okito. But I don't think hate any of them, not even your bastard Progenitor, one tenth as much as I despise you."
"You'd never just stop at me," Okito replied, his claws snapping as he approached. "No, no, no. It would be me, then Shamshel, then Matarael, then Zeruel, and on and on and on! That is why…"
Okito was silenced by a loud, beastly roar that shook the entire room.
Everyone turned towards the source of the noise, coming through the same door Okito had appeared from.
Maya nearly had a heart attack when she saw it. It was the fourteenth angel, Zeruel. Somehow completely transformed into a form that almost resembled its original self. Whatever humanity it had hidden behind pale, unnatural flesh.
She and Hyuga instantly retreated backwards, terrified by the monster that had come so close to killing them twenty years ago. Even Ritsuko was frozen in terror at the sight.
Misato's steely composure faltered, visibly shaking as she stared at the new arrival, fear filling her eyes.
Sachiel at first smiled at the sight of the other Angel, only for it to falter and grow into a deep frustrated scowl.
"Really?!" he shouted, "Even now? Ever after what's she done? Do you think they will show you any mercy? They'll hate you as much as they hate me!"
To the surprise of everyone in the room save the Angel itself, Zeruel fired at Sachiel. Massive beams of energy clashed against his AT-Field in a blinding display.
The field cracked, but did not break.
Zeruel charged at Okito, who only sighed regretfully as he charged back at Zeruel, his blackened arms bulging with muscle.
The two met near the middle of the room, Zeruel's fist striking Okito square in the head.
Maya was beyond confused. Two Angels were fighting each other? Indeed, the newcomer seemed to be trying to save Misato! More disturbing, it was the Fourteenth Angel, the one that had come within moments of directly killing four of the people in this room, including Misato herself. One of the few Angels who's behavior twenty years ago could be described as outright sadistic.
And it was helping them. Of all the Angels in the world, Zeruel had come to their rescue.
The room did nothing but watched as the two Angels clashed.
Zeruel's fist met Sachiel's claws, snapping two of them. He looked up, his eyes glowing red.
Two beams of energy shot out, striking Zeruel's mask before burning a hole in the ceiling.
Zeruel recoiled, smoke pouring from its face.
For a brief, horrifying second, Maya could see part of angel's human skull, stripped of all flesh and muscle, before the mask quickly regrew around it.
One of Zeruel's arms flattened, becoming a mirror of its original arms. The arm launched towards Okito, slicing off his left arm just below the elbow.
Without flinching, Okito leapt into the air, nearly hitting the ceiling before landing in the far left side of the room.
"Think about what you're doing!" he shouted, "Sure you save her, great! You think they're going to accept you, allow you to live?! She's made it clear that we're all going to die if we let her live!"
"Yes, think about what you're doing..." A new voice came from every speaker in the room. It was male, but put through several layers of filtering until it sounded strange and alien.
Zeruel paused, staring at one of the speakers.
"Iruel...why are you here?" Okito asked, sounding quite confused.
"I'm helping," he replied.
Almost every screen in the room, save for Ritsuko's own, had it's display overridden. Some showed images of Zeruel's assault on Tokyo-3, three cross shaped pillars dominating the skyline. Others showed Unit-02's failed attack on the Angel.
"Mein Gott!" came Asuka's recorded scream, followed by an agonized cry as Zeruel cut off Unit-02's arms.
Still others showed Unit-00 detonating an N2 mine against Zeruel, but the majority of screens showed one of the last parts of the first battle, Zeruel entering Central Dogma and bursting into the Command Ccenter, moments away from wiping out the bridge crew, the video freezing and rewinding right as Unit-01 struck the Angel.
"How many fell in your assault?" Iruel asked mockingly, "Two thousand? Ten thousand? Of course that doesn't really matter to you or anyone else, now does it? After all they've been dead for twenty years. hey're just statistics now. But you tried to kill Misato and the others, rather directly I might add. And for no reason other than you just really wanted to kill those monkeys, didn't you?"
"Iruel," Okito warned, "I'm trying to convince her, not piss her off further."
'Her?' Maya wondered.
Iruel ignored him. "And then there's Asuka. Poor Asuka! Her moment of glory, dashed against the rocks so quickly. But the real crime there was Shinji. He beat you, sure, but it cost him a month inside Unit-01. A month that Misato spent almost entirely at NERV, more or less abandoning Asuka. Which among other things led to her rushing headfirst into things with Arael, and we all know how that turned out. To say nothing of the fact that the S2 organ Unit-01 picked up from you led to NERV being hesitant to use Unit-01. Which made them use Unit-00 against Armisael, and well…"
The videos on screen were replaced with footage of Unit-00's self-destruction during the fight with Armisael, the blast taking out most of Tokyo-3.
"Oh, sure, you've been nice since your rebirth," the Angel's words oozed with contempt, "but that's all you've been, nice. Did you alert WILLE that Okito was Sachiel after the first attack, even though you knew who he was? Did you let them know that Angels were in human form, allowing them to prepare for things like Shamshel's garage assault? Outside of right now, have you really done anything that wasn't in your own direct self-interest? You may not be fighting against them like us but there's really no reason WILLE should spare you… Ria."
"Hello?" Okito's prerecorded voice came echoing through the speakers.
"You Hosenscheisser! I'm going to fucking kill you!" Ria's voice screamed.
"Calm down, it's not what you think!" the recorded Okito replied.
The conversation sounded like it had happened right after the first attack. Ria was ballistic, but eventually Okito was able to calm her down and convince her he wasn't behind the attack, despite the absurdity of his claim.
"Are you sure?" Okito's recording begged. "I think Zeruel finally talking with them would do a lot to reassure the others."
"Well you can tell them Zeruel doesn't want anything to do with any of them! That part of my life is done," Ria's recorded replied.
The room was silent, all eyes focused on Zeruel.
'It couldn't possibly be true. There's no way...' Maya thought.
"I always did wonder why no one questioned Okito's first attempt to convince you," Iruel went on, "I mean the apartment was destroyed. Sure things were broken, but the signs of a struggle were obvious. Did nobody think to question how two Pilots had been stuck in a room with Sachiel and only came away with minor injuries? Or why Shamshel spared Ikari? We didn't fear the good General's response. After all how would it be any different then what we face now? No, no, Sachiel here was worried about his good friend Ria and hurting her feelings. It's tragic, really."
Maya didn't want to admit it, but there was sense in Iruel's words. It would explain some irregularities that she had never come up with an answer for. And it would explain a few of the Sub-Commander's behavioral irregularities.
But that would mean she and Ikari had been lying about this for weeks. Why would they do that?
Sachiel and Zeruel stared at each other. Sachiel's demeanor having gone from enraged to annoyed and very clearly scared.
"I swear, I didn't know he would do that!" Okito pleaded. "I told them very specifically not to even consider something like…"
For a brief moment, Zeruel's eyes glowed brightly, then Okito's chest detonated in a giant fireball. When the smoke cleared, all that could be seen were his legs, burning as they stood, collapsing slowly to the ground.
With a transformed arm, Zeruel picked up what remained of his upper half and tossed it to the front of the room. Weak, barely heard groans confirmed that somehow Okito was still alive.
The room was quiet, staring at the angel before them. None of them sure what to do, if they should believe what they had just heard.
"Put it down!" Mana begged.
Ibuki turned to see Misato, her hands shaking intensely, rivers of tears running down her face, aiming her gun at Zeruel.