Preview: Get Out Alive
Red_Knight25
Unofficial Edgelord Advocate
AN: So these delays keep happening, and I feel bad about that. For one thing, my muse simply kept insisting on putting scenes on the page that were most certainly not meant for the next chapter. Who knows, if that keeps happening I might open a snippets thread so that this thread doesn't become an utter pain to read.
But for now, please enjoy a brief preview of the things that will be going down after I arrive in the Solar System.
2015 ATB: NERV-03 Berlin.
Status: Incursion by Unknown Forces
At the now painfully familiar sound of the Alien infantry's' freaky damned guns Asuka, Pilot of Evangelion Unit-2, found herself forced toflee abscond DETOUR deeper into the poorly marked halls of NERV's Europea United Branch. Notably, she had little other choice But to swear vehemently as she raced further AWAY from the Eva cages. Just have to make it to Unit-2, She would keep thinking. Hoping to circle around the interlopers preventing her from performing her best work as the Second Child.
Asuka forced herself to ignore the various sounds of the security personnel as the power armored fiends seemingly simply ignored the fire of their assortment of low caliber weapons. One of the Guards had claimed to have been shopping in Munich during the attack on its populace last month. He stated that he'd had more luck with a 44 pistol against the aliens at that time than he was now. Asuka hadn't stuck around the overcompensating fool long enough to see the results of him trying his luck in that regard.
Asuka found her thoughts shifting to the craft that had bull rushed its way past Berlin's defenses to start disgorging troops directly into NERV-03. If the chatter over the intercoms had been accurate it was a lighter armed subclass of the one that the Third Child had crippled over Hong Kong with a bullshit Eva scale laser sniper rifle. While the staff had been freaking out over the idea that the aliens had more than one of the skyscraper dwarfing things, She was simply annoyed that they didn't yet have an equivalent to the weapon the Third Child had been using.
Fifteen years after Second Impact, Asuka contemplated bitterly, and the politicians are still tech-blocking Ultracompact Fusion from actually being built, let alone perfected. Supposedly they had balked at the idea of flooding the atmosphere with exotic particles that risked bricking any insufficiently hardened tech that got too close, but that hadn't stopped them from liberally throwing the Fenice Rinascita at any alien construct that got in its range. Just Ignore that Brittania is widening the tech gap thanks to the "Truce," and would likely be able to conquer yet more territory once the Aliens were out of the picture. What matters is that developing fusion would violate the energy business as the EU knew it. Which would mean saying bye-bye to all that wonderful sweet lobbyist bribe money.
At this point, Asuka had almost been looking forward to the trip to Area 11 just to get away from the politics for the moment. Further contemplations were interrupted by the sound of another one of those alien rifles and the agonized screech of a NERV technician as she was hurled back from the T junction Asuka had almost reached by an impact on her left shoulder. The size of the burn and the fact that her arm was missing was proof enough to Asuka of what was happening.
Moving with frenzied desperation, Asuka took the dying woman's sidearm and took aim. Apparently the crazy bastards in the secret anti alien strike force had given these things their reporting name. The trio of Mutons advanced resolutely closer to Asuka's be plugsuited keister, their plasma rifles glowwing an ominous green and emanating iridescent fumes from their barrels. The various pockmarks on the green armor covering their gorilla like forms visible demonstration of the efficacy of nine millimeter ammunition. Namely, the utter lack thereof.
Furthermore, while the Mutons' armor came with rebreathers rather than helmets, the way they were angling their bodies and professionally using what concealment they had access to left Asuka concerned that she wasn't the sort of markswoman that could land a shot on the exposed halves of the Mutons' heads. If she had been in her Eva it would be a ridiculously different story, forget about using the weapons that had been produced for Evangelion usage. Asuka was confident that her Unit-2 could have torn the entire battleship apart with her bare hands.
So Asuka didn't bother trying to shoot the Mutons. Rather, she ruptured a nearby fire extinguisher. Relying on the compressed gasses to grant her just enough obscuration to avoid the alien foot-soldiers as she raced away at her best speed from both this group and the one that was likely still behind her. Further away from Unit-2, deeper into the identical halls of NERV-03 than she had ever had reason to trek before.
Not for the first time, Asuka found herself feeling a begrudging sort of respect for the crazy bastards who apparently volunteered for service against the Invaders on their own terms. The last time she had felt this was when NERV-01 had reported seeing a dropship of unknown make depositing a fireteam onto the surface of the Battleship Unit-1 had crippled with its VARIS Cannon. Asuka remembered watching the recordings both official and from the news as increasing amounts of the ship's lights dimmed, as more weapons fell silent. Until at last, it landed in the waiting arms of a salvage fleet, which needed no further prompting to begin dismantling the vast thing.
To not only be crazy enough to willingly try, but succeed in such a daring operation, Asuka had found herself admiring the anonymous lunatics responsible. She'd also felt a convoluted mix of, among other things, respect, pride, jealousy, and frustration for the role Unit-1 had played in enabling the success of humanity's defenders. Not that she'd ever admit to the positive emotions out of hand.
Asuka growled a little under her breath as she searched this wing of NERV-3 for a damned map. She wouldn't say as much out loud, but she was lost. She'd had to duck her way down a couple of stairwells and maintenance tunnels the first time she'd ran into a group of alien infantry before they'd lost her trail, but Asuka had thought she had managed to find her way back to the familiar part of NERV-03's operations center.
Finally after yet another twist in these almost deserted tunnels, Asuka came across a door that was actually labeled. In her haste, She failed to notice the scorch mark covering the nearby keypad. She did, however, notice the placard on the door.
Project Nagisa: Specimen Storage.
With a degree of trepidation that the rest of the world would never see, the Second Child slipped inside. And discovered a secret she had never been meant to know.
But for now, please enjoy a brief preview of the things that will be going down after I arrive in the Solar System.
Existential Wars Preview, Get Out Alive
2015 ATB: NERV-03 Berlin.
Status: Incursion by Unknown Forces
At the now painfully familiar sound of the Alien infantry's' freaky damned guns Asuka, Pilot of Evangelion Unit-2, found herself forced to
Asuka forced herself to ignore the various sounds of the security personnel as the power armored fiends seemingly simply ignored the fire of their assortment of low caliber weapons. One of the Guards had claimed to have been shopping in Munich during the attack on its populace last month. He stated that he'd had more luck with a 44 pistol against the aliens at that time than he was now. Asuka hadn't stuck around the overcompensating fool long enough to see the results of him trying his luck in that regard.
Asuka found her thoughts shifting to the craft that had bull rushed its way past Berlin's defenses to start disgorging troops directly into NERV-03. If the chatter over the intercoms had been accurate it was a lighter armed subclass of the one that the Third Child had crippled over Hong Kong with a bullshit Eva scale laser sniper rifle. While the staff had been freaking out over the idea that the aliens had more than one of the skyscraper dwarfing things, She was simply annoyed that they didn't yet have an equivalent to the weapon the Third Child had been using.
Fifteen years after Second Impact, Asuka contemplated bitterly, and the politicians are still tech-blocking Ultracompact Fusion from actually being built, let alone perfected. Supposedly they had balked at the idea of flooding the atmosphere with exotic particles that risked bricking any insufficiently hardened tech that got too close, but that hadn't stopped them from liberally throwing the Fenice Rinascita at any alien construct that got in its range. Just Ignore that Brittania is widening the tech gap thanks to the "Truce," and would likely be able to conquer yet more territory once the Aliens were out of the picture. What matters is that developing fusion would violate the energy business as the EU knew it. Which would mean saying bye-bye to all that wonderful sweet lobbyist bribe money.
At this point, Asuka had almost been looking forward to the trip to Area 11 just to get away from the politics for the moment. Further contemplations were interrupted by the sound of another one of those alien rifles and the agonized screech of a NERV technician as she was hurled back from the T junction Asuka had almost reached by an impact on her left shoulder. The size of the burn and the fact that her arm was missing was proof enough to Asuka of what was happening.
Moving with frenzied desperation, Asuka took the dying woman's sidearm and took aim. Apparently the crazy bastards in the secret anti alien strike force had given these things their reporting name. The trio of Mutons advanced resolutely closer to Asuka's be plugsuited keister, their plasma rifles glowwing an ominous green and emanating iridescent fumes from their barrels. The various pockmarks on the green armor covering their gorilla like forms visible demonstration of the efficacy of nine millimeter ammunition. Namely, the utter lack thereof.
Furthermore, while the Mutons' armor came with rebreathers rather than helmets, the way they were angling their bodies and professionally using what concealment they had access to left Asuka concerned that she wasn't the sort of markswoman that could land a shot on the exposed halves of the Mutons' heads. If she had been in her Eva it would be a ridiculously different story, forget about using the weapons that had been produced for Evangelion usage. Asuka was confident that her Unit-2 could have torn the entire battleship apart with her bare hands.
So Asuka didn't bother trying to shoot the Mutons. Rather, she ruptured a nearby fire extinguisher. Relying on the compressed gasses to grant her just enough obscuration to avoid the alien foot-soldiers as she raced away at her best speed from both this group and the one that was likely still behind her. Further away from Unit-2, deeper into the identical halls of NERV-03 than she had ever had reason to trek before.
Not for the first time, Asuka found herself feeling a begrudging sort of respect for the crazy bastards who apparently volunteered for service against the Invaders on their own terms. The last time she had felt this was when NERV-01 had reported seeing a dropship of unknown make depositing a fireteam onto the surface of the Battleship Unit-1 had crippled with its VARIS Cannon. Asuka remembered watching the recordings both official and from the news as increasing amounts of the ship's lights dimmed, as more weapons fell silent. Until at last, it landed in the waiting arms of a salvage fleet, which needed no further prompting to begin dismantling the vast thing.
To not only be crazy enough to willingly try, but succeed in such a daring operation, Asuka had found herself admiring the anonymous lunatics responsible. She'd also felt a convoluted mix of, among other things, respect, pride, jealousy, and frustration for the role Unit-1 had played in enabling the success of humanity's defenders. Not that she'd ever admit to the positive emotions out of hand.
Asuka growled a little under her breath as she searched this wing of NERV-3 for a damned map. She wouldn't say as much out loud, but she was lost. She'd had to duck her way down a couple of stairwells and maintenance tunnels the first time she'd ran into a group of alien infantry before they'd lost her trail, but Asuka had thought she had managed to find her way back to the familiar part of NERV-03's operations center.
Finally after yet another twist in these almost deserted tunnels, Asuka came across a door that was actually labeled. In her haste, She failed to notice the scorch mark covering the nearby keypad. She did, however, notice the placard on the door.
Project Nagisa: Specimen Storage.
With a degree of trepidation that the rest of the world would never see, the Second Child slipped inside. And discovered a secret she had never been meant to know.
