Ignis Aurum Probat [Neon Genesis Evangelion]
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Mizu
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- Location
- Victoria, Australia
Well, seems Shinja and Asuka may end up a couple. Asuka's pretty pushy about it, but also willing to listen and follow any requests Shinji has to slow down, which is always nice in relationships. Built on trust and mutual acceptance as they are, and all.
Wonder how Asuka experimented with dating and such in the past, though? With both gender, apparently.
Wonder how Asuka experimented with dating and such in the past, though? With both gender, apparently.
I'm really suspecting the therapist's
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Wait, why are you quo-*sees it*
... FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!
Why? Why did I do that? Fuck you brain!
Chapter Twenty-Seven: "Hostis Humani Generis"
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Seven: "Hostis Humani Generis"
Shinji Ikari had learned not to fear the Angels, for no matter how strong, how big, how bulky-they could still be defeated. The Angels, in turn, adapted. Where a great mighty beast failed, perhaps more would suffice. Where a single monstrous bulk walked by without grace, nimble speed and humanoid-shapes would triumph. That was the chorus of music, that was the hymn of the poets, the singing clarity of the tenors.
For no single instrument could achieve that which an orchestra could, no voice alone could be as powerful as that of a thunderous chorus. However, when dawn came, it came drenched in the crimson blood of a hundred silhouettes that stood damaged, and yet easily at the ready to claw, bite and snap at those foolish enough to draw near them.
Shinji thought that, even as he watched with a sort of mesmerized wonder the video that was playing on the screen of the large airplane they had boarded -which was big enough to carry the batteries for the Evangelions, who instead had to take a sea-route through the European navy's offer. He was sitting on a chair inside a wide enough hangar that it could easily house the Evangelions, if with their bodies tucked in, but still-as he watched the videos, he couldn't help but feel the nervousness creep back on him.
"Even now, they're regenerating at an astonishing speed," Misato said a few meters away from them, her voice cranky, her eyes surrounded with rings and bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Her hair was tussled, and she was just seconds away from taking a sip out of her flask. The only reason she didn't was that she had yet to tell them what was going on -since Section Two agents had outright kidnapped them faster than any could blink. At least, in his case it had happened sort-of suddenly. One moment, he had been eating chocolate cake. The next, a helicopter had dropped a heavily armed man through the windows, which hadn't even wasted time in grabbing him by the midriff.
His father could have phoned him, but apparently that was too much effort -sending a trained operative to kidnap him while he was eating cake was the best way he could come up with to get him quickly on an airplane, apparently. Misato had probably suffered the same fate, with the added bonus that she had been briefed before them, and now had the duty to tell them what was going on in 'her own words'.
The situation was pretty grim, at least believing the holographic display. The Angels had come in strength this time around, their forms humanoid with sharp claws at the end of their limbs, a slightly deformed humanoid torso, akin to that of a starfish if with beady yellow eyes and twin cores at the center of their chest. Their masks had eerie crimson flickers of light inside, as if they were taunting mankind, as if they were saying 'we are not defeated yet, no, we are not'.
"The Magi codenamed it Israfel," Misato said, grumbling under her breath a small series of curses. "It's ability seems to be a form of clonation-"
"Probably the fission of their central core, similar to the reproduction of starfishes," Shinji pointed out, his eyes straining to catch on to the badly damaged sectors of one of the 'Israfels'. "They appear to be regenerating the damage suffered-what hit them?" if the answer was 'another Eva', then Shinji would have a far louder exchange of words with his father. 'Only hope of humanity' wouldn't fly with more Evas out there.
"A Non Nuclear weapon," Misato replied. "The Magi estimate that left alone, the Angel would have reached Tokyo Three with a force a million units strong," the Major grimaced, "Currently, they are being bombarded non-stop by the N2 arsenal of the whole world, but they are already regenerating at an increasing rate-if they are not dealt with resolutely, they'll soon become able to walk even under the bombardment-" as if on cue, on the screen a bright flash appeared, soon followed by the charring of the Angels it hit. Yet, the wounds that opened up began to slowly close, as if the point-blank detonation was simply a nuisance to them, rather than a world-threatening weapon of mass destruction.
"What's our window of opportunity?" Rei asked, her eyes narrow and her visage set in a resolute expression.
"The time available to strike between bombardments is dwindling," Misato said. "By the time the Evangelions will have reached optimal positioning, you'll have three minutes-maybe even less, before the next barrage. Considering the number of signals-you won't make it with only the two of you."
Shinji was about to ask if it meant they'd meet the third Evangelion pilot, but instead, twin screens flickered to life to reveal two strange hulking monstrosities. "This is the Jet Alone Prime," Misato said, pointing at a large humanoid-shaped robot with large iron tubes emerging from its back, a bright orange and dark purple paint job hastily placed over an inverted pyramid-like torso, with cylindrical looking legs that were anything but stable-looking. It held a large war-hammer in its right hand, and a small wrist bracelet with a singular orange circle painted atop it.
Shinji had to wonder who had just taken the laws of physics and decided that 'giant robots' were better than 'mobile artillery'. Nature did not make organisms out of random chance, and if it decided on a shape, then it was the best possible shape for that precise period and for the maximum survival. A humanoid shape could allow versatility with its fingers, but that only happened because of the tool-wielding aspects of man. For a 'robot', a cannon-arm would be better than-well, than whatever that was. "And this is the Type Four Akashima," she gestured to another screen, where a similar enough hulking robot stood, if with quite the stockier build and quite more heavily armed. "Normally, they are ineffective in the fight against Angels due to their lack of AT-Field deployment, but since the N2 nukes seem effective, we will send them alongside you."
"Why aren't they used alongside us?" Shinji asked, offhandedly already knowing the answer he would receive wouldn't help his mood, but he really couldn't help but be curious about it.
"Even discounting their lack of AT-Field, they are also powered by nuclear reactors," it was Rei who spoke up. "Should a breach occur, it would most definitely mean an explosion that would raze to the ground most of Tokyo-Three, and would render the land a radioactive wasteland."
Shinji looked at the video once more, "It won't bother the...wherever that place is?"
"The Russians are cool with it," Misato said. "They've got nothing but land-and would love nothing less than watch how we deal with the Angels...so if you lose any of your Evangelion's pieces, try to remember where you last saw them..." she muttered something Shinji couldn't understand, "This should be a walk in the park."
"Major-did you just trigger a flag?" a voice that sounded remarkably like that of Kensuke came through the holographic screen, as twin flickers of light showcased both him and-Madam Suzuhara!?
"She'd better not have, Kensuke," Hikari said from the other pilot seat of the Akashima model. "Otherwise, she won't get any beer later tonight."
"You two are...pilots?" Shinji muttered in disbelief, only for Hikari to grin back.
"Hello there Professor Ikari, guess the cat's out of the bag," Hikari smiled. She was wearing a military uniform that seemed reinforced in various points, and which rather than give her the appearance of eye-candy, actually seemed to do its proper job as a 'protective' vestment.
Surprisingly, Shinji wasn't angry about the revelation. He was angry because of another, triflign thing. Why did he and Rei have to be the ones wearing spandex-like suits, when Kensuke and Hikari had proper armor?
The world was unfair-and now, Shinji Ikari knew he had proof.
His father would hear from him.
He would hear from him, and he would descend upon him as an Angel of righteous fury. He was a professor-he had a dignity to maintain-he couldn't go around practically skinny dipping into blood-like substances with everyone filming his every reaction!
At least, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, as the saying went...
plans never survived contact with the enemy.
Shinji Ikari had learned not to fear the Angels, for no matter how strong, how big, how bulky-they could still be defeated. The Angels, in turn, adapted. Where a great mighty beast failed, perhaps more would suffice. Where a single monstrous bulk walked by without grace, nimble speed and humanoid-shapes would triumph. That was the chorus of music, that was the hymn of the poets, the singing clarity of the tenors.
For no single instrument could achieve that which an orchestra could, no voice alone could be as powerful as that of a thunderous chorus. However, when dawn came, it came drenched in the crimson blood of a hundred silhouettes that stood damaged, and yet easily at the ready to claw, bite and snap at those foolish enough to draw near them.
Shinji thought that, even as he watched with a sort of mesmerized wonder the video that was playing on the screen of the large airplane they had boarded -which was big enough to carry the batteries for the Evangelions, who instead had to take a sea-route through the European navy's offer. He was sitting on a chair inside a wide enough hangar that it could easily house the Evangelions, if with their bodies tucked in, but still-as he watched the videos, he couldn't help but feel the nervousness creep back on him.
"Even now, they're regenerating at an astonishing speed," Misato said a few meters away from them, her voice cranky, her eyes surrounded with rings and bloodshot from a lack of sleep. Her hair was tussled, and she was just seconds away from taking a sip out of her flask. The only reason she didn't was that she had yet to tell them what was going on -since Section Two agents had outright kidnapped them faster than any could blink. At least, in his case it had happened sort-of suddenly. One moment, he had been eating chocolate cake. The next, a helicopter had dropped a heavily armed man through the windows, which hadn't even wasted time in grabbing him by the midriff.
His father could have phoned him, but apparently that was too much effort -sending a trained operative to kidnap him while he was eating cake was the best way he could come up with to get him quickly on an airplane, apparently. Misato had probably suffered the same fate, with the added bonus that she had been briefed before them, and now had the duty to tell them what was going on in 'her own words'.
The situation was pretty grim, at least believing the holographic display. The Angels had come in strength this time around, their forms humanoid with sharp claws at the end of their limbs, a slightly deformed humanoid torso, akin to that of a starfish if with beady yellow eyes and twin cores at the center of their chest. Their masks had eerie crimson flickers of light inside, as if they were taunting mankind, as if they were saying 'we are not defeated yet, no, we are not'.
"The Magi codenamed it Israfel," Misato said, grumbling under her breath a small series of curses. "It's ability seems to be a form of clonation-"
"Probably the fission of their central core, similar to the reproduction of starfishes," Shinji pointed out, his eyes straining to catch on to the badly damaged sectors of one of the 'Israfels'. "They appear to be regenerating the damage suffered-what hit them?" if the answer was 'another Eva', then Shinji would have a far louder exchange of words with his father. 'Only hope of humanity' wouldn't fly with more Evas out there.
"A Non Nuclear weapon," Misato replied. "The Magi estimate that left alone, the Angel would have reached Tokyo Three with a force a million units strong," the Major grimaced, "Currently, they are being bombarded non-stop by the N2 arsenal of the whole world, but they are already regenerating at an increasing rate-if they are not dealt with resolutely, they'll soon become able to walk even under the bombardment-" as if on cue, on the screen a bright flash appeared, soon followed by the charring of the Angels it hit. Yet, the wounds that opened up began to slowly close, as if the point-blank detonation was simply a nuisance to them, rather than a world-threatening weapon of mass destruction.
"What's our window of opportunity?" Rei asked, her eyes narrow and her visage set in a resolute expression.
"The time available to strike between bombardments is dwindling," Misato said. "By the time the Evangelions will have reached optimal positioning, you'll have three minutes-maybe even less, before the next barrage. Considering the number of signals-you won't make it with only the two of you."
Shinji was about to ask if it meant they'd meet the third Evangelion pilot, but instead, twin screens flickered to life to reveal two strange hulking monstrosities. "This is the Jet Alone Prime," Misato said, pointing at a large humanoid-shaped robot with large iron tubes emerging from its back, a bright orange and dark purple paint job hastily placed over an inverted pyramid-like torso, with cylindrical looking legs that were anything but stable-looking. It held a large war-hammer in its right hand, and a small wrist bracelet with a singular orange circle painted atop it.
Shinji had to wonder who had just taken the laws of physics and decided that 'giant robots' were better than 'mobile artillery'. Nature did not make organisms out of random chance, and if it decided on a shape, then it was the best possible shape for that precise period and for the maximum survival. A humanoid shape could allow versatility with its fingers, but that only happened because of the tool-wielding aspects of man. For a 'robot', a cannon-arm would be better than-well, than whatever that was. "And this is the Type Four Akashima," she gestured to another screen, where a similar enough hulking robot stood, if with quite the stockier build and quite more heavily armed. "Normally, they are ineffective in the fight against Angels due to their lack of AT-Field deployment, but since the N2 nukes seem effective, we will send them alongside you."
"Why aren't they used alongside us?" Shinji asked, offhandedly already knowing the answer he would receive wouldn't help his mood, but he really couldn't help but be curious about it.
"Even discounting their lack of AT-Field, they are also powered by nuclear reactors," it was Rei who spoke up. "Should a breach occur, it would most definitely mean an explosion that would raze to the ground most of Tokyo-Three, and would render the land a radioactive wasteland."
Shinji looked at the video once more, "It won't bother the...wherever that place is?"
"The Russians are cool with it," Misato said. "They've got nothing but land-and would love nothing less than watch how we deal with the Angels...so if you lose any of your Evangelion's pieces, try to remember where you last saw them..." she muttered something Shinji couldn't understand, "This should be a walk in the park."
"Major-did you just trigger a flag?" a voice that sounded remarkably like that of Kensuke came through the holographic screen, as twin flickers of light showcased both him and-Madam Suzuhara!?
"She'd better not have, Kensuke," Hikari said from the other pilot seat of the Akashima model. "Otherwise, she won't get any beer later tonight."
"You two are...pilots?" Shinji muttered in disbelief, only for Hikari to grin back.
"Hello there Professor Ikari, guess the cat's out of the bag," Hikari smiled. She was wearing a military uniform that seemed reinforced in various points, and which rather than give her the appearance of eye-candy, actually seemed to do its proper job as a 'protective' vestment.
Surprisingly, Shinji wasn't angry about the revelation. He was angry because of another, triflign thing. Why did he and Rei have to be the ones wearing spandex-like suits, when Kensuke and Hikari had proper armor?
The world was unfair-and now, Shinji Ikari knew he had proof.
His father would hear from him.
He would hear from him, and he would descend upon him as an Angel of righteous fury. He was a professor-he had a dignity to maintain-he couldn't go around practically skinny dipping into blood-like substances with everyone filming his every reaction!
At least, that was the plan.
Unfortunately, as the saying went...
plans never survived contact with the enemy.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Jet Alone Prime's operational?
And the NG:E (3 Years After) Anima successor to Jet Alone Prime's operational too?
Why'd NERV/SEELE let those get made, much less the origional shitty Jet Alone?
1. Russians want their own Eva program.
2. OK. So these two're going in the T4A, pilots and gunner needed apparently. Guess their role in the story's over and it's time for them to die. Because no way in hell those things're actually going to be effective against an Angel.
3. If Hikari and Kensuke are piloting T4A, who's running the Jet Alone Prime drone?
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Typo.
Remember the last couple times you tried being firm and unhappy with your dad, Shinji? Remember how well that worked? Also, that's a bad choice of metaphor when he literally leads the premiere world organization dedicated to killing Angels.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
- Location
- USoA
Foolish Shinji. How else are they going to sell NERV collectible dakimura if your wearing bulky flight suits.
- Location
- United States
Foolish Shinji. How else are they going to sell NERV collectible dakimura if your wearing bulky flight suits.
I don't think Shinji minds to much if Rei keeps wearing the plug suits XD.
Besides, anything that actually gets through the EVA to get at Shinji isn't going to leave a wound. It's gonna leave a fine paste.
- Location
- Australia, mate
True. Consider Ramiel's +5 Laser of Fuck You. Despite Unit-01's AT-Field blocking it (barely), Shinji was almost being boiled alive inside the entry plug.
Theunderbolt
"Prepare for trouble..."
- Location
- USoA
- Location
- United States
What makes you think it's the Rei one that's selling out?
>,> *pushes huge box of Rei dakimura out of sight*
I have my reasons.
Chapter Twenty-Eight - "Hoc est bellum"
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Hoc est bellum
Shinji felt the LCL bubble as he held his breath from nervous anticipation. The Evangelions had been literally dropped as close as possible to the battlefield, and while the last blinding flash of an N2 barrage came to an end, he had been guided by technicians inside the Eva. Rei began to move the split second he said he was ready, and he wordlessly began to follow behind her. Both Evas had been equipped for the occasion with Gatling Guns of all things, and as Rei took point and began to open fire, the whirring noise of the barrels was soon drowned out by the explosions that echoed throughout the air.
Shinji gritted his teeth. The Evangelion had lost most of its maneuverability due to the cumbersome weapon, the large backpack that acted as a battery to extend the 'life' of the Evangelion to a grand fifteen minutes, and some form of lag in the execution of commands that made him feel as if he was waddling the Eva in thick jelly.
The bullets tore through the wounded Angels, striking at their central cores and shattering them to pieces. The moment one of them was hit, it exploded in tiny flashes of light. It was a veritable carnage, or so Shinji believed since he too opened fire, if in a different direction. The dull brown ground that had been repeatedly hit by Non-Nuclear detonations had the appearance of a wasteland, with the ground cracked up as if they were in the middle of a desert, a desert of broken pieces of glass and rocks.
There was a gentle slope going down towards the center of impact, where the biggest-looking Israfel remained still, a half-formed clone of it popping out from its right shoulder, but otherwise not moving as its wounded flesh seemed to prefer regeneration over splitting.
The Akashima model did its due, surprisingly mopping up the Angels that the first two passages did not. The Jet Alone Prime model remained near the trio of 'Gatling Gunners', a large hammer in its hands. On its back, long tubes seemed to connect to a tank of sorts, which emitted copious amounts of mist. The pilot of the giant robot was dutifully quiet, and his screen gave back only a black screen -differently from the Akashima's model, who showed both Kensuke and Hikari in their armored suits.
"Everything is proceeding according to the Magi's prediction," Misato spoke through the Evangelion's speaker system. Her voice calm and controller, even as Shinji hissed from the recoil of the Gatling Gun. "They estimate we will be done before the next barrage hits home. The Blue Pattern is constantly decreasing, and-there's a sudden spike, Suzuhara, report!"
Suddenly, one of Akashima's bullets ricocheted off the skin of an Israfel in front of it, the creature's crimson eyes burning with light as a small hexagonal AT-Field formed on the point of impact. The ground quaked in front of it, and clawed hands emerged from the ground right behind the Evangelions, a dozen of Angels closing around them as the sky grew progressively darker.
"The Eu's opening fire with their artillery-" Misato's voice was cut short by the thundering explosions that seemed to come from far away, barrages of missiles impacting against the new arrivals, only for whips of AT-Fields to slice through the missiles in mid-air with deadly grace -a deja-vu of a previous Angel? Why? They shouldn't have been-one of the Israfel's eyes shone, and in that moment, Shinji screamed as he made his Evangelion jump in front of the firing line, hands raised in front of him as a blast of light similar to that of Ramiel struck against his AT-Field, chipping away at it.
"Eva Zero-One's AT-Field is at forty-seven percent and dwindling down rapidly!" the voice of Maya Ibuki -a technician in Nerv- rose sharply as Misato had probably kept the channel on.
"The Magi system's gone haywire-it's detecting other Angels' signatures-" Misato muttered through the speakers. "There's-" the communication line came less abruptly, only static blaring through as Shinji's eyes moved through the various screens that flickered around him, showing him a battlefield that had turned from a walk in the park to now a very serious problem.
For the Israfel that were boxing them in weren't like the others, no, they were-
"Mutations-" Shinji muttered at the sight of their reinforced carapace, of their shielded cores by thick, skeletal-like matter. Some had elongated limbs of pure light, others had diamond-like cores which seemed to be gathering energy, a few had twin masks on their faces- "They mutated in order to acquire their predecessors' abilities!" he yelled.
"Nice to know, professor!" Rei barked out sarcastically, "Now stop saying worthless stuff and protect your batteries!" Rei's harsh voice shook Shinji out of his reverie. He was currently watching millennia of evolution done in the blink of a few hours just to withstand the impact of the most lethal weapons ever created by man. In a matter of hours, these 'Angels' had adapted and evolved their style to the point where they couldn't even be considered similar to their base ancestor. "Akashima, Jet Alone-deal with the Angels that remain paralyzed! Shinji-you take five."
"Five?" Shinji squeaked most valiantly even as his Eva let go of his Gatling Gun, the bullets of the unwieldy weapon simply bouncing off the reinforced AT-Field of the Mutated Angels in question. "How am I supposed to hit them!?" also, there were twelve angels. Was Rei going to take care of seven of them?
"Catch what they throw at you!" Rei yelled back as her Evangelion began to dash forward, a hand raised up in the air as her own weapon was dropped abruptly, "Look up!" she yelled next, as a large, one handed giant replica of a katana came spinning down from the skies.
"Why would anyone sane of his mind make a giant katana for Evangelions?" was Shinji's brief whisper of wonder, which soon ended up dying in his throat as he realized he had to hastily bring his hands up in order to fumble and grab the thrown war hammer from Jet Alone Prime, who in turn grasped at the abandoned Evangelion's minigun in order to substitute for him properly.
"Go kill, pretty man," the voice from the pilot of the Jet Alone Prime came through with a sing-song quality to it, with a sort of foreign accent he couldn't quite place. "We take care of small fries," she added with a cheeky tone, before the Jet Alone began to open fire, sizzling bullets striking large holes into the remaining Israfels.
"Eyes front!" Rei barked, and Shinji's head -the Eva's head- snapped back to the front, where two Israfel had begun to twist and spin into wheels of spikes and bones. As they rattled forward, Shinji hastily jumped to the side, avoiding one as the second instead struck the handle of his hammer, the AT-Field burning brightly orange as he screamed, the lashes and claws passing through his guard hurting the Eva, and by consequence making him feel as if they were flaying him alive.
"Pour the AT-Field in the hammer!" the female voice from the Jet Alone Prime bellowed. "Quickly!"
Shinji groaned as he felt a sudden pulse of light ignite from the top of the hammer, the shock wave leaving behind a crackling orange light at the top of the hammer as the Eva swung it ferociously sideways, the point of impact against the skeletal armor thundering with the same noise of thunder, the bones shattering as the Angel exploded inside-out into a mass of fleshy goo.
Twisting the hammer in a circle, Shinji brought it to bear down on the second one, smashing him from top to bottom.
"Two down-" Shinji breathed harshly, gripping the hammer with both hands as the remaining three Israfel meant for him narrowed their glowing eyes, assuming stances that he did not like, he did not like at all. "That's-Since when-"
One of the trio nodded to the other two, and then charged forth, the two others rushing behind him before suddenly taking opposite directions to hit him from the sides. Shinji's eyes widened even further. This went beyond the common 'kill them all' mentality. The Israfels were using tactics, higher-thinking patterns, definitely-they definitely acted as if they were an intelligent species.
Even as Shinji swung his hammer, the one that was straight ahead of him ducked below the blow, raising his hands the next moment to grab hold of the shaft and pull, slamming his knee straight against the Evangelion's lower body. So close to each other, Shinji stared straight into the burning eyes of the Angel, his heart skipping more than a few beats out of fright as he began to scream, trying to pull the hammer free as the second Angel came slamming down on his sides, ripping off his battery much to the chagrin and the alarms that began to ring around the entry plug.
The third Israfel drew closer, claws glinting as they elongated into an arm-sword of bones. With a chuckle, a deep, profound chuckle, the Israfel's mask deformed into a nightmarish smiling face with the borders of the lips reaching all the way to the sides of his eyes. The next second, just as the blade began to plunge down for the deadly strike, a Gatling Gun slammed home against the Angel's AT-Field, halting the blade's passage as the Akashima model rushed into the scene, humongous war-ax in both hands.
As the Israfel's sword-arm shattered under the brunt of the attack, the two remaining Angels jumped away, dragging with them the arms of Shinji's Eva. The blinding pain made him scream hoarsely, froth and vomit burst out from his mouth, his nerves screaming at him that someone had ripped his limbs off -even though they were there, right there by his sides. The two enemies dropped the limbs on the ground, one of the two holding the war hammer and swinging it graciously back and forth, before slamming it on the ground to use as a vaulting pole, in order to reach his ally past the duo of robots.
"Ikari! Ikari-are you still there!?" Kensuke's voice broke through the static of the shattered screens of the Entry Plug, the LCL bubbling as pressure leak alarms flared everywhere across the Evangelion's cockpit. Shinji's unashamedly broken form was curled in a fetal position, mimicking much of the Eva's kneeling form on the ground. "The pilot's unconscious!"
"Stupid Shinji," Rei's voice came through, her Eva tense and locked in a deadly showdown with four remaining Israfels. The first three had been cut down graciously, but the remaining four had, in answer, thickened their armor plates. "Let's exchange targets, Akashima."
"Affirmative," Hikari said while biting her lower lip. "These two guys, there's something fishy about them."
The Akashima's bulky frame moved with the same grace of a freighter train, missing the honking sound it made, but still devastatingly did not care for trifling 'curves' or 'turns'. It moved like a tank, for it was a tank. A tank on two legs, but still an armored tank. The Ax that came swinging down was far less of an ax, and far more of a blunt ax-shaped mace, and as the closest Israfel found out, it was enough to let the shock of the impact turn his insides, and his cores, to paste.
At the same time, Rei took the chance to rush to the two remaining Israfels near Shinji, the katana glowing as it sliced and pierced straight through the war-hammer wielding one, before flawlessly making a crescent arc to strike at the head of the second one, blasting it off. Blasts of light shook the Akashima's exterior frame, courtesy of the Angels with glowing eyes and diamond-shaped cores, but as the metallic armor began to melt, low-temperature coolant packages exploding in tandem across most of the robot's frame.
"We've lost hydraulic pressure, ma'am," Kensuke said, "we can't swing the ax."
"Pulling out," Hikari said, tapping a few buttons in front of her command console. "The Major's death flag won't stop me from cooking dinner to my children this night!" she yelled hotly as with a final push, the seat belts around hers and Kensuke's frame tightened up, the armor sealing itself off as the seats moved backwards, most of the cockpit following with it as the back of the robot opened up, allowing them an exit strategy as the countdown sequence for self-destruction soon began.
Rocket-powered, the Akashima's pilots cockpit flew straight up, out of range of the potential explosion.
"It's gonna blow!" Hikari's warning did not reach Rei's ears, the static preventing it, but Rei didn't need to be told to understand what was about to happen.
Grabbing hold of the unresponsive Evangelion, she began to rush away from the blast zone. Theoretically, an AT-Field could stop radiations too, but she did not think Shinji's Eva had enough power left to shield itself, and its pilot.
She should have gone for the kill.
She didn't.
"Stupid," she hissed as the Israfel behind her rushed to plunge into the back of her Evangelion, making her scream even as she released the battery pack, which exploded in a shower of highly caustic acids. She gritted her teeth, her crimson eyes narrow as she made her Eva move a few more steps. "Stupid," she snarled as she pushed Shinji's Evangelion away from her, spinning just in time to use one of her progressive daggers to block an incoming swipe of an Israfel's claw, kicking the creature back with her Eva's boot. "Stupid!" she yelled as a trio of AT-Field blasts made her scream even louder, throwing her on her back.
She stopped thinking whether she was saying this to Shinji, or to herself, and simply gazed without compassion at the Israfel that bent down in front of her, hand reaching for the head of her Eva. She was going to die.
She was going to die, and a new Rei was going to replace her.
This Rei would be just like her. It would have her same doubts, her same fears, her same dreams-she would-no. Not any longer. It was no longer like that.
"I." Her eyes glowed. "Am not." a hexagon-shaped AT-Field spread out in front of her Eva's face, "A replaceable." Light shone brightly, blinding the Israfel who screamed, "Existence!" with that last scream, the blast beheaded and de-cored the Israfel, leaving Rei to gasp for air as blood poured out of her nose and eyes, mixing together with the LCL's coppery substance. The two remaining Israfels meanwhile neared slowly, their hands drenched in the caustic substance of the Battery already healing up.
The white, blinding light of an N2 explosion blinded Rei's sight. She gasped for air, the heat making her LCL boil. The military had gone through with the last programmed barrage-no, the heat was above her, but not multi-directional. Something was wrong. This-
"The Positron rifle took a while to connect to the power grid," Major Misato's voice came through the Entry Plug's speaker system, a mixture of static and noise, but a welcome sound. "But we got it working in time. Rei, report."
"Alive," Rei muttered. "Shinji's-"
"Unresponsive, but his vitals are stable. The professor has a tough hide," Misato said. As the light of the Positron Rifle stopped blinding her video feed, Rei managed to push her Eva back up slowly, her eyes turning to where she had pushed Shinji's Evangelion down. "Nice to know you're worried about him."
"I am not worried about him," Rei replied snappishly. "I simply think, Major, that I should be the one to kill him with my own hands. He was pretty pathetic."
"Aw...someone's in love, maybe I should set you up with a candlelight date for him?" Misato's teasing voice was cut abruptly short by Rei's closing off of the communication feed.
She was his mother.
Genetically speaking, of course, she was half his mother, and half Angel.
The worry she was feeling was-well, it was simply an instinct that did not belong to her. That would not belong to her. She-no.
No.
Simply put...
Never.
Shinji felt the LCL bubble as he held his breath from nervous anticipation. The Evangelions had been literally dropped as close as possible to the battlefield, and while the last blinding flash of an N2 barrage came to an end, he had been guided by technicians inside the Eva. Rei began to move the split second he said he was ready, and he wordlessly began to follow behind her. Both Evas had been equipped for the occasion with Gatling Guns of all things, and as Rei took point and began to open fire, the whirring noise of the barrels was soon drowned out by the explosions that echoed throughout the air.
Shinji gritted his teeth. The Evangelion had lost most of its maneuverability due to the cumbersome weapon, the large backpack that acted as a battery to extend the 'life' of the Evangelion to a grand fifteen minutes, and some form of lag in the execution of commands that made him feel as if he was waddling the Eva in thick jelly.
The bullets tore through the wounded Angels, striking at their central cores and shattering them to pieces. The moment one of them was hit, it exploded in tiny flashes of light. It was a veritable carnage, or so Shinji believed since he too opened fire, if in a different direction. The dull brown ground that had been repeatedly hit by Non-Nuclear detonations had the appearance of a wasteland, with the ground cracked up as if they were in the middle of a desert, a desert of broken pieces of glass and rocks.
There was a gentle slope going down towards the center of impact, where the biggest-looking Israfel remained still, a half-formed clone of it popping out from its right shoulder, but otherwise not moving as its wounded flesh seemed to prefer regeneration over splitting.
The Akashima model did its due, surprisingly mopping up the Angels that the first two passages did not. The Jet Alone Prime model remained near the trio of 'Gatling Gunners', a large hammer in its hands. On its back, long tubes seemed to connect to a tank of sorts, which emitted copious amounts of mist. The pilot of the giant robot was dutifully quiet, and his screen gave back only a black screen -differently from the Akashima's model, who showed both Kensuke and Hikari in their armored suits.
"Everything is proceeding according to the Magi's prediction," Misato spoke through the Evangelion's speaker system. Her voice calm and controller, even as Shinji hissed from the recoil of the Gatling Gun. "They estimate we will be done before the next barrage hits home. The Blue Pattern is constantly decreasing, and-there's a sudden spike, Suzuhara, report!"
Suddenly, one of Akashima's bullets ricocheted off the skin of an Israfel in front of it, the creature's crimson eyes burning with light as a small hexagonal AT-Field formed on the point of impact. The ground quaked in front of it, and clawed hands emerged from the ground right behind the Evangelions, a dozen of Angels closing around them as the sky grew progressively darker.
"The Eu's opening fire with their artillery-" Misato's voice was cut short by the thundering explosions that seemed to come from far away, barrages of missiles impacting against the new arrivals, only for whips of AT-Fields to slice through the missiles in mid-air with deadly grace -a deja-vu of a previous Angel? Why? They shouldn't have been-one of the Israfel's eyes shone, and in that moment, Shinji screamed as he made his Evangelion jump in front of the firing line, hands raised in front of him as a blast of light similar to that of Ramiel struck against his AT-Field, chipping away at it.
"Eva Zero-One's AT-Field is at forty-seven percent and dwindling down rapidly!" the voice of Maya Ibuki -a technician in Nerv- rose sharply as Misato had probably kept the channel on.
"The Magi system's gone haywire-it's detecting other Angels' signatures-" Misato muttered through the speakers. "There's-" the communication line came less abruptly, only static blaring through as Shinji's eyes moved through the various screens that flickered around him, showing him a battlefield that had turned from a walk in the park to now a very serious problem.
For the Israfel that were boxing them in weren't like the others, no, they were-
"Mutations-" Shinji muttered at the sight of their reinforced carapace, of their shielded cores by thick, skeletal-like matter. Some had elongated limbs of pure light, others had diamond-like cores which seemed to be gathering energy, a few had twin masks on their faces- "They mutated in order to acquire their predecessors' abilities!" he yelled.
"Nice to know, professor!" Rei barked out sarcastically, "Now stop saying worthless stuff and protect your batteries!" Rei's harsh voice shook Shinji out of his reverie. He was currently watching millennia of evolution done in the blink of a few hours just to withstand the impact of the most lethal weapons ever created by man. In a matter of hours, these 'Angels' had adapted and evolved their style to the point where they couldn't even be considered similar to their base ancestor. "Akashima, Jet Alone-deal with the Angels that remain paralyzed! Shinji-you take five."
"Five?" Shinji squeaked most valiantly even as his Eva let go of his Gatling Gun, the bullets of the unwieldy weapon simply bouncing off the reinforced AT-Field of the Mutated Angels in question. "How am I supposed to hit them!?" also, there were twelve angels. Was Rei going to take care of seven of them?
"Catch what they throw at you!" Rei yelled back as her Evangelion began to dash forward, a hand raised up in the air as her own weapon was dropped abruptly, "Look up!" she yelled next, as a large, one handed giant replica of a katana came spinning down from the skies.
"Why would anyone sane of his mind make a giant katana for Evangelions?" was Shinji's brief whisper of wonder, which soon ended up dying in his throat as he realized he had to hastily bring his hands up in order to fumble and grab the thrown war hammer from Jet Alone Prime, who in turn grasped at the abandoned Evangelion's minigun in order to substitute for him properly.
"Go kill, pretty man," the voice from the pilot of the Jet Alone Prime came through with a sing-song quality to it, with a sort of foreign accent he couldn't quite place. "We take care of small fries," she added with a cheeky tone, before the Jet Alone began to open fire, sizzling bullets striking large holes into the remaining Israfels.
"Eyes front!" Rei barked, and Shinji's head -the Eva's head- snapped back to the front, where two Israfel had begun to twist and spin into wheels of spikes and bones. As they rattled forward, Shinji hastily jumped to the side, avoiding one as the second instead struck the handle of his hammer, the AT-Field burning brightly orange as he screamed, the lashes and claws passing through his guard hurting the Eva, and by consequence making him feel as if they were flaying him alive.
"Pour the AT-Field in the hammer!" the female voice from the Jet Alone Prime bellowed. "Quickly!"
Shinji groaned as he felt a sudden pulse of light ignite from the top of the hammer, the shock wave leaving behind a crackling orange light at the top of the hammer as the Eva swung it ferociously sideways, the point of impact against the skeletal armor thundering with the same noise of thunder, the bones shattering as the Angel exploded inside-out into a mass of fleshy goo.
Twisting the hammer in a circle, Shinji brought it to bear down on the second one, smashing him from top to bottom.
"Two down-" Shinji breathed harshly, gripping the hammer with both hands as the remaining three Israfel meant for him narrowed their glowing eyes, assuming stances that he did not like, he did not like at all. "That's-Since when-"
One of the trio nodded to the other two, and then charged forth, the two others rushing behind him before suddenly taking opposite directions to hit him from the sides. Shinji's eyes widened even further. This went beyond the common 'kill them all' mentality. The Israfels were using tactics, higher-thinking patterns, definitely-they definitely acted as if they were an intelligent species.
Even as Shinji swung his hammer, the one that was straight ahead of him ducked below the blow, raising his hands the next moment to grab hold of the shaft and pull, slamming his knee straight against the Evangelion's lower body. So close to each other, Shinji stared straight into the burning eyes of the Angel, his heart skipping more than a few beats out of fright as he began to scream, trying to pull the hammer free as the second Angel came slamming down on his sides, ripping off his battery much to the chagrin and the alarms that began to ring around the entry plug.
The third Israfel drew closer, claws glinting as they elongated into an arm-sword of bones. With a chuckle, a deep, profound chuckle, the Israfel's mask deformed into a nightmarish smiling face with the borders of the lips reaching all the way to the sides of his eyes. The next second, just as the blade began to plunge down for the deadly strike, a Gatling Gun slammed home against the Angel's AT-Field, halting the blade's passage as the Akashima model rushed into the scene, humongous war-ax in both hands.
As the Israfel's sword-arm shattered under the brunt of the attack, the two remaining Angels jumped away, dragging with them the arms of Shinji's Eva. The blinding pain made him scream hoarsely, froth and vomit burst out from his mouth, his nerves screaming at him that someone had ripped his limbs off -even though they were there, right there by his sides. The two enemies dropped the limbs on the ground, one of the two holding the war hammer and swinging it graciously back and forth, before slamming it on the ground to use as a vaulting pole, in order to reach his ally past the duo of robots.
"Ikari! Ikari-are you still there!?" Kensuke's voice broke through the static of the shattered screens of the Entry Plug, the LCL bubbling as pressure leak alarms flared everywhere across the Evangelion's cockpit. Shinji's unashamedly broken form was curled in a fetal position, mimicking much of the Eva's kneeling form on the ground. "The pilot's unconscious!"
"Stupid Shinji," Rei's voice came through, her Eva tense and locked in a deadly showdown with four remaining Israfels. The first three had been cut down graciously, but the remaining four had, in answer, thickened their armor plates. "Let's exchange targets, Akashima."
"Affirmative," Hikari said while biting her lower lip. "These two guys, there's something fishy about them."
The Akashima's bulky frame moved with the same grace of a freighter train, missing the honking sound it made, but still devastatingly did not care for trifling 'curves' or 'turns'. It moved like a tank, for it was a tank. A tank on two legs, but still an armored tank. The Ax that came swinging down was far less of an ax, and far more of a blunt ax-shaped mace, and as the closest Israfel found out, it was enough to let the shock of the impact turn his insides, and his cores, to paste.
At the same time, Rei took the chance to rush to the two remaining Israfels near Shinji, the katana glowing as it sliced and pierced straight through the war-hammer wielding one, before flawlessly making a crescent arc to strike at the head of the second one, blasting it off. Blasts of light shook the Akashima's exterior frame, courtesy of the Angels with glowing eyes and diamond-shaped cores, but as the metallic armor began to melt, low-temperature coolant packages exploding in tandem across most of the robot's frame.
"We've lost hydraulic pressure, ma'am," Kensuke said, "we can't swing the ax."
"Pulling out," Hikari said, tapping a few buttons in front of her command console. "The Major's death flag won't stop me from cooking dinner to my children this night!" she yelled hotly as with a final push, the seat belts around hers and Kensuke's frame tightened up, the armor sealing itself off as the seats moved backwards, most of the cockpit following with it as the back of the robot opened up, allowing them an exit strategy as the countdown sequence for self-destruction soon began.
Rocket-powered, the Akashima's pilots cockpit flew straight up, out of range of the potential explosion.
"It's gonna blow!" Hikari's warning did not reach Rei's ears, the static preventing it, but Rei didn't need to be told to understand what was about to happen.
Grabbing hold of the unresponsive Evangelion, she began to rush away from the blast zone. Theoretically, an AT-Field could stop radiations too, but she did not think Shinji's Eva had enough power left to shield itself, and its pilot.
She should have gone for the kill.
She didn't.
"Stupid," she hissed as the Israfel behind her rushed to plunge into the back of her Evangelion, making her scream even as she released the battery pack, which exploded in a shower of highly caustic acids. She gritted her teeth, her crimson eyes narrow as she made her Eva move a few more steps. "Stupid," she snarled as she pushed Shinji's Evangelion away from her, spinning just in time to use one of her progressive daggers to block an incoming swipe of an Israfel's claw, kicking the creature back with her Eva's boot. "Stupid!" she yelled as a trio of AT-Field blasts made her scream even louder, throwing her on her back.
She stopped thinking whether she was saying this to Shinji, or to herself, and simply gazed without compassion at the Israfel that bent down in front of her, hand reaching for the head of her Eva. She was going to die.
She was going to die, and a new Rei was going to replace her.
This Rei would be just like her. It would have her same doubts, her same fears, her same dreams-she would-no. Not any longer. It was no longer like that.
"I." Her eyes glowed. "Am not." a hexagon-shaped AT-Field spread out in front of her Eva's face, "A replaceable." Light shone brightly, blinding the Israfel who screamed, "Existence!" with that last scream, the blast beheaded and de-cored the Israfel, leaving Rei to gasp for air as blood poured out of her nose and eyes, mixing together with the LCL's coppery substance. The two remaining Israfels meanwhile neared slowly, their hands drenched in the caustic substance of the Battery already healing up.
The white, blinding light of an N2 explosion blinded Rei's sight. She gasped for air, the heat making her LCL boil. The military had gone through with the last programmed barrage-no, the heat was above her, but not multi-directional. Something was wrong. This-
"The Positron rifle took a while to connect to the power grid," Major Misato's voice came through the Entry Plug's speaker system, a mixture of static and noise, but a welcome sound. "But we got it working in time. Rei, report."
"Alive," Rei muttered. "Shinji's-"
"Unresponsive, but his vitals are stable. The professor has a tough hide," Misato said. As the light of the Positron Rifle stopped blinding her video feed, Rei managed to push her Eva back up slowly, her eyes turning to where she had pushed Shinji's Evangelion down. "Nice to know you're worried about him."
"I am not worried about him," Rei replied snappishly. "I simply think, Major, that I should be the one to kill him with my own hands. He was pretty pathetic."
"Aw...someone's in love, maybe I should set you up with a candlelight date for him?" Misato's teasing voice was cut abruptly short by Rei's closing off of the communication feed.
She was his mother.
Genetically speaking, of course, she was half his mother, and half Angel.
The worry she was feeling was-well, it was simply an instinct that did not belong to her. That would not belong to her. She-no.
No.
Simply put...
Never.
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EU?
to his chagrin
for my children
radiation, no plural needed.
I'm disappointed, Shinji. And Rei is angry at you for being a wimp on the battlefield. You got outfought by Hikari and Kensuke? Come on!
And you're allowed to worry about him without it getting weirdly-maternal or anything else, Rei. Sub-par though his performance might have been, he's still a comrade in arms.
That means you're more like his half sister. Although you're definitely not what people think of when they hear nephilim...
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So JAP's got a pilot, and it's a she.
Calling it right now, it's Mari Shinikami.
Who the hell's operating the Position rifle?
Going with that interpretation, eh? And given NERV's backers, I'm not surprised Rei attributes 'maternal' feelings to genetics.
Although you're definitely not what people think of when they hear nephilim...
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@Strypgia, you run the unofficial compendium thread of NGE analysis, I believe that's your cue.
I don't think so. Mari was down in Terminal Dogma during the Gaghiel fight, and she was in a pink eva; also she's wasn't using a Russian accent in that scene. (Plus this Russian girl didn't call him 'puppy.'
)I don't recall ever seeing Mana portrayed as Russian, either. (Mana Kirishimova? I might use that.)
Interesting, though, that the JAP pilot knew how to manipulate the AT-field. Maybe they talked Asuka in to joining the fun and she's playing with Shinji? Again. More.
That might be Mari, since she was the sniper during Gaghiel.
However, where was the posifle located? (positron rifle, posifle... OK, forget it.
)
They never give a % base of Rei's genetic makeup.
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Yeah, they never get to that level of detail. Just 'enough to look creepily like Yui Ikari'. So make your own guess. Just keep in mind this is Eva, and DNA does not work like that in the real world. Rei could be counted as anything from 'clone of his mom' to 'extremely distant cousin' to 'not enough of a biological relationship to matter'.
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I think that I'm the Dragon
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Or we could use japanese anime logic 'Anything Under Heaven is Waifu Material'