44.2, in which we see a Lady who is familiar to those who played Rise of Iron.
Ultra Sonic 007
Trying to keep things simple~
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/Three Days after the Return of Zeruel/
A small ship of unusual design - a slim needle, with efficient engines - quietly moved through space. Its sole occupant had a particular destination in mind, on a little blue planet that she had not seen in over two hundred years.
Slowly, it descended on a non-hostile heading towards the lands to the east of the Great Aral Sea...towards the Ironlands.
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/Felwinter Peak, the Ironlands/
"...it's gotten quiet," murmured Misato Katsuragi. This day was rather clear for winter, allowing them to see the snow-covered expanses beyond the mountain. However, the lack of a roaring blizzard was not the quiet she was referring to.
"Indeed," replied Lord Zavala, his shining blue eyes peering quietly at the distant Cosmodrome. As of yesterday, the sounds of battle between the Alliance and the Eliksni Confederation had inexplicably gone silent. Overwatch from Saladin's Forge had confirmed that the Fallen had retreated in total from the spaceport, for the second time in the past year. The reasons for this retreat, however, were not as reassuring as they had been the last time. "Have you seen the reports from the team that delved into the Vault?"
"I've read at it." Mostly because Shinji-kun's report had been rather bare and dry. Which could only mean he had seen something awful.
Something awful, indeed. So much so that - according to Eris, at least - he had gone AWOL (so to speak) upon their team's return to Earth. "So. It looks like the Fallen managed to pull one of their gods out of nowhere."
"Eris Morn's report was rather descriptive. There is some relief to be had in Skolas's fate."
"Served the bastard right."
"...but the motives of Zeruel himself are still unknown."
"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it. We need the breather." The war against the Eliksni Confederation had not lasted two months, yet the pitched combat - in all theaters across Venus, Earth, and the Moon - against so many different Fallen Houses had born an intensity unlike any they could recall in recent memory. "If Skolas's entire plan had been to bring Zeruel back...it's no wonder the Fallen fought so hard."
"It's almost the same as our position with the Traveler," said Zavala.
"...yeah." Misato suddenly looked up, hearing the sound of unusual engines; they didn't sound like that of a jumpship...yet they didn't sound like the engines of Fallen or Cabal vessels either. "The hell...?" A needle-shaped ship slowly down towards the landing pad near Vostok Observatory, further down the mountain from the Iron Temple. "You recognize that design?"
"No, I do not." Lord Zavala frowned. "But they don't appear to be hostile..."
As the needle hovered to a halt, a hatch underneath its polished surface opened up, and out popped a figure - obviously female, and humanoid - with a white cloak and a furry collar. The sigil of a black tree was embroidered on the cloak's back.
"...who is-?" Before Zavala could finish, Misato took off sprinting, aiming for the rope bridge that led from the Iron Temple's grounds to the Observatory. "Lady Katsuragi!"
Zavala's shout went ignored; as Misato got closer, more details of the visitor became known: a gray tunic embedded with metal and bearing the white ironwood symbol, the green pauldrons and dark leggings, the white fur collar, the silvery helmet with golden symbols and the distinctive sterling crest-!
"...Katsuragi?" The woman spoke warmly, and that voice was so damn familiar. "You look well-"
Misato Katsuragi leapt into the air, delivering a ferocious roundhouse to the face of Lady Efrideet.
A small ship of unusual design - a slim needle, with efficient engines - quietly moved through space. Its sole occupant had a particular destination in mind, on a little blue planet that she had not seen in over two hundred years.
Slowly, it descended on a non-hostile heading towards the lands to the east of the Great Aral Sea...towards the Ironlands.
xxxx
/Felwinter Peak, the Ironlands/
"...it's gotten quiet," murmured Misato Katsuragi. This day was rather clear for winter, allowing them to see the snow-covered expanses beyond the mountain. However, the lack of a roaring blizzard was not the quiet she was referring to.
"Indeed," replied Lord Zavala, his shining blue eyes peering quietly at the distant Cosmodrome. As of yesterday, the sounds of battle between the Alliance and the Eliksni Confederation had inexplicably gone silent. Overwatch from Saladin's Forge had confirmed that the Fallen had retreated in total from the spaceport, for the second time in the past year. The reasons for this retreat, however, were not as reassuring as they had been the last time. "Have you seen the reports from the team that delved into the Vault?"
"I've read at it." Mostly because Shinji-kun's report had been rather bare and dry. Which could only mean he had seen something awful.
(She had finally gotten the young Evangelion Pilot into the habit of creating operational reports after sorties against the Ahamkara. The last one, however, lacked his usual detail. So upon asking him in private - outside of NERV, in their quaint little apartment - he revealed that the Ahamkara's Vassals had dug a pit underneath the city of Toyama, wherein the dragon had hidden. Prisoners had been kept in that dark place. After some gentle inquiry, Shinji finally revealed what he had - through Unit-01's eyes - seen those Vassals do the prisoners, and what they had encouraged or forced the prisoners to do. She resolved, at the earliest opportunity, to have him see a psychologist.)
Something awful, indeed. So much so that - according to Eris, at least - he had gone AWOL (so to speak) upon their team's return to Earth. "So. It looks like the Fallen managed to pull one of their gods out of nowhere."
"Eris Morn's report was rather descriptive. There is some relief to be had in Skolas's fate."
"Served the bastard right."
"...but the motives of Zeruel himself are still unknown."
"We'll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it. We need the breather." The war against the Eliksni Confederation had not lasted two months, yet the pitched combat - in all theaters across Venus, Earth, and the Moon - against so many different Fallen Houses had born an intensity unlike any they could recall in recent memory. "If Skolas's entire plan had been to bring Zeruel back...it's no wonder the Fallen fought so hard."
"It's almost the same as our position with the Traveler," said Zavala.
"...yeah." Misato suddenly looked up, hearing the sound of unusual engines; they didn't sound like that of a jumpship...yet they didn't sound like the engines of Fallen or Cabal vessels either. "The hell...?" A needle-shaped ship slowly down towards the landing pad near Vostok Observatory, further down the mountain from the Iron Temple. "You recognize that design?"
"No, I do not." Lord Zavala frowned. "But they don't appear to be hostile..."
As the needle hovered to a halt, a hatch underneath its polished surface opened up, and out popped a figure - obviously female, and humanoid - with a white cloak and a furry collar. The sigil of a black tree was embroidered on the cloak's back.
"...who is-?" Before Zavala could finish, Misato took off sprinting, aiming for the rope bridge that led from the Iron Temple's grounds to the Observatory. "Lady Katsuragi!"
Zavala's shout went ignored; as Misato got closer, more details of the visitor became known: a gray tunic embedded with metal and bearing the white ironwood symbol, the green pauldrons and dark leggings, the white fur collar, the silvery helmet with golden symbols and the distinctive sterling crest-!
"...Katsuragi?" The woman spoke warmly, and that voice was so damn familiar. "You look well-"
Misato Katsuragi leapt into the air, delivering a ferocious roundhouse to the face of Lady Efrideet.
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